This is a re-write of a story I did a few yr ago. Leslie Townes Hope you all like it.

The story is largely fiction, however, it is based on some of my former living's natural event, and Sue was real ( but not her real name ).

Our parents owned houses next doorway to each former. The locality was low-toned middle division, so almost all families were living hand to oral fissure. Her Dad was a union machinist and did well enough so her mom did not have got to put to work. My Dad's end in life was to own a home, something his parents couldn't do. My female parent worked as a book keeper for a woman's wearable store, and dad delivered heating oil and gasoline. Being immature in the great depression, dad quit school when he was 14 to help oneself confirm his family, and was not well educated, hence the scurvy pay. However, we had a home, solid food on the table and a car that ran. Not a new one, but it got us where we wanted to go. But we had very trivial else.

Sue and I met when we moved in, about in the 6 th grade. Being only children, we treated each former like sidekick and Sister ( in a non-sexual way ) until later. say on…..


I was very skinny and only 5.7, 117 # at graduation from H S. I wore very fatheaded glasses, and was very bright ; I was viewed as a wonk. The just sport I ever did was cover country runner in my fourth-year class. I was not that good, but the Phys Ed teacher promised me an"A"if I did this. My GPA was very important to me. Being that we were poor, I kept my studies up to make a eruditeness possible, as that was the ONLY way I was going to college. And college was my ticket out of being poor.

Sue. She was about 5-5, 120 #, belittled chest, leash distance black hairsbreadth with a cute face. Was not ugly or"hot"and would not stand out in a crowd. She was definitely a tomboy. She also dressed like one of the boys : loose trying on jean or warm up up pants, and a baggy sweatshirt. Moreover, the neighborhood guys treated her like"one of the guy"She was a give athlete, particularly in fast auction pitch softball. Her school team took the land championship, and this got her a scholarship to a State Department college in a townsfolk about 100 miles away.

She had problems with maths and science. That's where I came in, helping her study that 2 subjects. She was good in English and social written report, though, and helped me thru them in H S.

When we were seniors, one day she came over crying. She was harassed by one of the popular cat because of her acrobatic accomplishments. Those guys migrated to the cheerleader type of girl. You know, blonde, small and bimbos

He called her a lesbian, in battlefront of a lot of other guys. She did not day of the month, as she just did not find most guys to be"suitable ”. She was not a gay woman or Bi. As said, just did not find the right guy. I suspect she wanted a male similitude of her, like someone who was athletic and see competition.

So I comforted her and told her they were amiss. And I would be very well-chosen to film her out on a date, if she would have me. So, we made a date for dinner party and the picture that Sat. I worked character time in food religious service at the play bowl so I had some spending money.

Dad and mom went somewhere with an old supporter and his wife, and the champion was driving, so dad let me use the car. I picked her up at her family front end threshold. She had on a nice dress, heels, did her hair and looked very cute and womanly. I had on a suit and tie. We looked damn good.

The dinner was good and we talked about things not related to school. Then in the movie theater, she puts her heading on my shoulder. I put my arm around her. She puts her hand on my leg and rubs it, but not near my Johnson. So I do the Sami to her and she smiles. We snuck some kisses, but cypher serious. Like brother and sister. On the way house, I mentioned that my parents were not expected back until late, so she said"let's go in and lecture some more. My dad won't judgment, he trusts you"

She mentioned that she was still a bit taken back about that clotheshorse's gay woman remark. I said I will mention to some guys that I went on a appointment with you and you are not a lesbian, and a very skillful young lady. She jumped into my lap and started kissing me on my lip. This was definitely NOT a brother/sister kiss. Yeah, boy I was enjoying it, and my LBJ came to attention. She felt that happen and said"Did I do that ? ``

I said"yes, I really meant it when I said you look really good tonight. You should bust apparel more often. matter of fact, maybe if you wear more feminine apparel, like dress and dame, it may help erase the bad mouth that guy did on you"

Then she asked :"Have you had sex with a fille, yet ?"( I did not escort much either, because being a wonk ; the `` poise '' miss were interested in the suspensor or otherwise"coolheaded"Guy ) I said"No"

She said :"Some of the young woman at shoal were talking about sex they had, and all I could do was mind. So, I would like you to be my first off and break my cherry, but, not this evening. We will design this, and since neither of us has experience, see what you can find in books. You are right at research than me"( this was way before internet ).

I said"I will do so, and get some protection"

In that United States Department of State you had to be 18 to go into an adult bookstore or to buy safety. This was an old townsfolk and mostly very religious people. Talking about sex is forbidden, and it was not covered in hygiene grade in H S. A fellow nerd, who was older, found an illustrated book of"Pleasing the woman in your life-time"somewhere, which discussed arousal, positions, and afterwards. ( He must feature went to another townspeople ) Today just ask the internet and you shall receive.

I got rock hard just reading the book. Sue and I planned this for Fri night, as both sets of parents had something going on away from the theater. I went over there. Her bed was fully grown. She was wearing the Saami apparel as on our"escort"night. haircloth done, looked as honorable as ever. I showed her the Scripture. We started with the foreplay part : cuddling, foundling and playing each other, and playing with each others equipment. I found the clit and rubbed it, while she stroked my dick. She got very wet very quick. I thought I was going to cum way before I was supposed to, so I slowed down.

She put extra bedding down as we did not require to get blood and/or cum on her bed for her mother to find later. Then I put on a safety, and mounted her in the missionary attitude, as this was the get-go one in the illustrations. She was and on the plastered side of meat, however, already very wet, so I pushed it in until I came to her hymen. She said"Go for it. fast and destination"and this is what I did. She let out a screaming when it broke, and I stopped. She said : `` Stay like this for a bit and let me get used to it."

After a while :"Keep going now"I got it all the way in and by that time she was moaning and dripping wet. Both of us were really enjoying this, I'll tell you. She stiffened up, pushed against me with more force, and squeezed my gumshoe with her pussy muscleman, and had her foremost sexual climax. We just laid there for a few minutes.

After a while, she said,"Get off me. I want to appear up a position where I am on top"

I said :"I'm game to learn more"

She found"cowgirl"in the book. She straddled me, grabbed my stopcock, positioned herself on it, and slid down on my very wet cock, balls deep. I think it went in further in this post, because I it felt bottomed out. Here's where her athletic ability and leg muscles made for the easily girl-on-top I ever had. Hey, all you have to do is lay there and bide hard. Then, she had another orgasm and I came. Being I was 17, I stayed surd, and after a rest, we went at it again. Both of us had another orgasm. We cleaned up and I went home, as the parents were due back soon.

The next day she came over and said her mother asked what we did last dark. She told her we read a book and studied physical stuff. We both laughed…….After all she did not lie to her female parent.

During a few of the adjacent confrontation, we tried some of the other things in the book.. We both had reserve on oral. It was not a popular as today, and the thought process of putting your lip on that area, was a bit repulsive. We decided one metre to wash each early up in the shower and try it. We got used to it fast and liked it. However, we always washed before ( and after ) for all the oral confrontation, as a personnel of habit. We did 69, and had sex outdoors a few times. However, we agreed on our preferred position being cowgirl. I thought she liked being in complaint. Not that I am complaining ...

Neither her, or my, parents even remotely suspected our action. Around the firm we acted like chum and sister, or best friends. A duo of time when we went out, her dad let us use his car when my class took ours somewhere. He once made a gossip : `` What the hell did you do to get her ino a attire ? '' However, our sexual encounters were carefully well observe secrets. I escorted her to the senior prom. She did get attention from our friend in the promenade dress her female parent sewed. She was more popular, especially with the boys, as she looked a lot more than feminine. The daughter were more receptive as `` one of their own ''.

Then, summertime came and went. She was going to college 100 miles away, to study English to teach, and a minor in teaching phys ed.

I was accepted in a local expert college with a scholarship, and studied electronics. Being we were not moneyed ; I lived at home and took the bus. Sue and I corresponded with ring armor and sometimes a phone birdsong. During the breach, her father loaned me their car to bring her home, as he worked days and her female parent did not beat back. We did our thing when she was plate. The next summer, she stayed at school. She found out that she could graduate earlier and maybe go for a masters degree with the money allocated. I worked that summertime and saved up enough for a jalopy of a car. Looked like crap with rusted incline because of the winter route salinity, but ran very well.

I made a few stumble to call in her and we kept each other fulfill. I saw that she dressed in chick and dresses. Let her hair raise a bit longer, like shoulder duration. Looked like a normal college girl. She had muckle of friends. And she looked a lot cuter.

During her 3 rd year she met a guy who was a ewer ( and captain ) on the first team baseball team. She was the captain of the playground ball squad, which was in disputation for the national title. She fell in love with him and our sex session came to a screetching halt. But we still corresponded and talked when she came home. Again like brother and sister.

After getting my degree, I went to work as an engineer, at a local ship's company. I found a girl I liked and got married. We bought a sign near where I worked. We did OK money Isaac Mayer Wise. married woman was a homemaker, and did not need to play. We had a daughter. She married her high school beauty right after graduation, and they moved to another town about an time of day dive away. We visited each other a lot.

Sue and her guy got marital. However, he got injure and his baseball career was over. But he had a academic degree in strong-arm pedagogy. They accepted teaching positioning out of state, although his was at a different schooltime in the Saami town. Their son became a data processor wiz. We corresponded with Yule visiting card, letters, etc. We never told our married person or parents about the Sex Ed sessions.

Fast forward about 20 eld. One day she called me and said her husband died in an auto accident. The former driver was drunkard, and was driving a company car. The ship's company did not want it publicize, so they settled out of court with a great amount the succeeding day. I went to the funeral. She was very shook up, as they had a good affair going. I said if you need anything I can do, call me. We met a few times and talked about different things, but no intimate step. I was married and happy, and she knew this and honored it.

2 yr later, my wife had some rakehell vessel near the heart explosion. She died before they got her to the hospital. Sue was at the funeral, and said to call her if I need anything, or someone to talk to. My company paid 100 % for both our life insurance policy, in the amount of 2 eld of MY salary, so I did not sustain any financial worries. After a while I tried some engagement with other cleaning woman, but there was never any music, if you know what I mean..

A few calendar month later, Sue's son got get married. I was asked to be piece of the headway mesa, next to her. We got to talking afterward, and I said :"Now that your son is married, why don't you come and stay with me for a while. If it works out, we can make it lasting"She said she will push there tomorrow.

They succeeding day, she arrived about noon. I made some lunch. After lunch we had a foresightful talk. Then, she took my hand and lead me to the bedroom. She said :"It's been way too long for both of us, let's please each other like we used to."She started taking off her clothes. Who am I to contend ? I noticed her legs were still sinewy, and she was in good conformation, as also I was. I commented on this, and she said while she was teaching, she coached the girlfriend softball team. Then, in a wicked articulation she said"cowgirl ?"I said"ride em cowgirl"

We did that, and some other positions. We lay in bed and talked more. Her husband did not like cowgirl and any location where he was n't the `` team captain ''. She said although her husband had a somewhat bad cock, ( He was 6-4 ) sex was better with me. Being 5-7 ; I made up for it with proficiency. I said my wife was maybe twice a week for sex, but would not do oral, either receiving or giving. Her religious desktop was quite heavy. However, I learned to live with it being she was a outstanding married woman otherwise.

After 6 months, we got married. She gave her firm to her son, and we made my sign our family. I had a more modern home, in the suburbia, with a pool and an exercise room. With the combining of her settlement and my married woman's life insurance, we did not have to lick. We were retired in our 50s. We both volunteered for the public school system to help problem children get thru school.

She had brought a lot of boxwood which got placed into my storage region over the service department. I had clobber there which sat from the prison term I moved in. About a year later, we went thru them to discard unwanted and display some desire souvenir, and we found the well used, eared sex book we used as teenagers. We laughed, cried and went to the bedroom .