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

The history is largely fiction, however, it is based on some of my early life's happenings, and Sue was really ( but not her real gens ).

Our parents owned star sign next door to each former. The neighborhood was lower heart class, so almost all category were living hand to oral fissure. Her Dad was a union shop mechanic and did well enough so her mom did not suffer to wreak. My Dad's goal in life was to own a dwelling, something his parents couldn't do. My mother worked as a Book custodian for a charwoman's wearable store, and dad delivered heating oil and petrol. Being Danton True Young in the great depression, dad quit school when he was 14 to help endorse his folk, and was not well educated, hence the lower pay. However, we had a home, 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 little else.

Sue and I met when we moved in, about in the 6 th grade. Being exclusively baby, we treated each other like brother and sister ( in a non-sexual way ) until later. Read on…..


I was very skinny and only 5.7, 117 # at graduation exercise from H S. I wore very thick glasses, and was very smart ; I was viewed as a nerd. The only athletics I ever did was frustrate country runner in my senior yr. I was not that proficient, 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 work up to make a erudition possible, as that was the alone way I was going to college. And college was my ticket out of being poor.

Sue. She was about 5-5, 120 #, lowly dresser, taking into custody length pitch-dark haircloth with a cute font. Was not ugly or"hot"and would not stand out in a bunch. She was definitely a tomboy. She also dressed like one of the boys : idle fitting blue jean or warm up pants, and a baggy sweatshirt. Moreover, the vicinity guy wire treated her like"one of the guys"She was a gifted athlete, particularly in fast pitch playground ball. Her school team took the province backup, and this got her a scholarship to a State Department college in a town about 100 miles away.

She had problems with mathematics and science. That's where I came in, helping her work that 2 subjects. She was commodity in English people and social bailiwick, 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 pop guy rope because of her gymnastic skill. Those guy wire migrated to the cheerleader type of miss. You know, blonde, humble and bimbos

He called her a lesbian, in front of a lot of early guys. She did not escort, as she just did not rule nigh bozo to be"desirable ”. She was not a Lesbian or Bi. As said, just did not find out the powerful guy. I suspect she wanted a male counterpart of her, like someone who was athletic and see competition.

So I comforted her and told her they were awry. And I would be very felicitous to take her out on a date, if she would have me. So, we made a date for dinner and the motion-picture show that Saturday. I worked component part time in food service at the sportsman stadium so I had some disbursal money.

Dad and mom went somewhere with an old friend and his married woman, and the ally was driving, so dad let me use the car. I picked her up at her sign front door. She had on a nice dress, heels, did her hair and looked very cute and feminine. I had on a case 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 head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her. She puts her mitt on my leg and rubs it, but not near my LBJ. So I do the same to her and she smiles. We snuck some buss, but goose egg serious. Like brother and sister. On the way home, I mentioned that my parents were not expected back until deep, so she said"let's go in and sing some more. My dad won't judgment, he trusts you"

She mentioned that she was still a bit taken back about that sheik's Lesbian input. I said I will mention to some guy wire that I went on a date with you and you are not a Lesbian, and a very nice miss. She jumped into my lap and started kissing me on my lips. This was definitely NOT a brother/sister kiss. Yeah, boy I was enjoying it, and my Johnson came to aid. She felt that happen and said"Did I do that ? ``

I said"yes, I really meant it when I said you look really secure tonight. You should wear dresses more often. Matter of fact, maybe if you wear more womanly dress, like dresses and skirt, it may help erase the bad backtalk that guy did on you"

Then she asked :"Have you had sex with a fille, yet ?"( I did not date much either, because being a nerd ; the `` cool '' young woman were interest in the jocks or otherwise"cool"guys ) I said"No"

She said :"Some of the girls at school were talking about sex they had, and all I could do was listen. So, I would like you to be my first and break my cherry, but, not tonight. We will plan this, and since neither of us has experience, see what you can find in books. You are honest at research than me"( this was way before net ).

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

In that DoS you had to be 18 to go into an adult bookstore or to buy condom. This was an old town and mostly very religious people. Talking about sex is taboo, and it was not covered in hygienics classes in H S. A mate grind, who was onetime, found an illustrated book of"Pleasing the woman in your life"somewhere, which discussed foreplay, view, and afterwards. ( He must have went to another town ) Today just ask the internet and you shall receive.

I got rock hard just reading the book of account. Sue and I planned this for Friday night, as both lot of parents had something going on away from the theatre. I went over there. Her bed was bragging. She was wearing the Same dress as on our"escort"night. Hair done, looked as secure as ever. I showed her the book. We started with the foreplay persona : cuddling, foundling and playing each early, 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 need to get blood and/or cum on her bed for her female parent to feel later. Then I put on a condom, and mounted her in the missioner position, as this was the first one in the illustration. She was and on the loaded 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 finish"and this is what I did. She let out a screech when it broke, and I stopped. She said : `` Stay like this for a moment and let me get used to it."

After a patch :"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 dick with her pussycat muscles, and had her first climax. We just laid there for a few minutes.

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

I said :"I'm secret plan to learn more"

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

The succeeding day she came over and said her mother asked what we did live on night. She told her we read a book and learn physical stuff. We both laughed…….After all she did not lie to her mother.

During a few of the next encounters, we tried some of the other things in the book.. We both had reservations on oral examination. It was not a popular as today, and the thought of putting your mouth on that area, was a bit abhorrent. We decided one fourth dimension to lave each other 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 unwritten encounters, as a force of habit. We did 69, and had sex open air a few meter. However, we agreed on our favorite lieu being cowgirl. I thought she liked being in boot. Not that I am complaining ...

Neither her, or my, parents even remotely suspected our activity. Around the house we acted like brother and baby, or best Quaker. A couple of times when we went out, her dad let us use his car when my family took ours somewhere. He once made a gossip : `` What the blaze did you do to get her ino a frock ? '' However, our sexual brush were carefully well go on enigma. I escorted her to the elderly promenade. She did get aid from our friends in the promenade dress her female parent sewed. She was more popular, especially with the male child, as she looked a lot more feminine. The missy were more receptive as `` one of their own ''.

Then, summer came and went. She was going to college 100 international nautical mile away, to study English to learn, and a minor in teaching phys ed.

I was accepted in a local expert college with a encyclopedism, and studied electronics. Being we were not moneyed ; I lived at home and took the bus. Sue and I corresponded with mail and sometimes a speech sound call. During the breaks, her Father-God loaned me their car to bring her home, as he worked twenty-four hours and her mother did not force back. We did our thing when she was home. The following summer, she stayed at school day. She found out that she could calibrate early and maybe go for a captain degree with the money allocated. I worked that summer and saved up enough for a jalopy of a car. Looked like Irish bull with rusted incline because of the winter road salt, but ran very well.

I made a few trips to visit her and we kept each other satisfied. I saw that she dressed in wench and apparel. Let her hair grow a bit longer, like shoulder length. Looked like a normal college girl. She had lots of friends. And she looked a lot cuter.

During her 3 rd class she met a guy who was a twirler ( and senior pilot ) on the first team baseball squad. She was the captain of the softball team, which was in disputation for the national title. She fell in love with him and our sex sessions came to a screetching halt. But we still corresponded and talked when she came home. Again like buddy and sister.

After getting my degree, I went to act upon as an engineer, at a local anaesthetic company. I found a girl I liked and got married. We bought a household near where I worked. We did OK money wise. Wife was a homemaker, and did not want to play. We had a girl. She married her high schoolhouse sweetheart right after graduation, and they moved to another townspeople about an time of day nosedive away. We visited each former a lot.

Sue and her guy got married. However, he got injure and his baseball career was over. But he had a degree in Physical instruction. They accepted teaching placement out of Department of State, although his was at a different school in the Saame township. Their son became a computer wiz. We corresponded with Christmas calling card, letters, etc. We never told our partner or parents about the Sex Ed sessions.

fast forward about 20 years. One day she called me and said her husband died in an motorcar stroke. The other driver was drunk, and was driving a party car. The company did not want it publicized, so they settled out of court with a large total the succeeding day. I went to the funeral. She was very shook up, as they had a good matter going. I said if you need anything I can do, name me. We met a few metre and talked about different things, but no intimate tones. I was married and happy, and she knew this and honored it.

2 days later, my wife had some roue vessel near the heart outburst. She died before they got her to the hospital. Sue was at the funeral, and said to name her if I need anything, or mortal to talk to. My society paid 100 % for both our life story insurance insurance, in the measure of 2 years of MY remuneration, so I did not have any financial trouble. After a while I tried some dates with other cleaning lady, but there was never any music, if you know what I mean..

A few month later, Sue's son got married. I was asked to be part of the head tabular array, 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 work it lasting"She said she will ram there tomorrow.

They next day, she arrived about noon. I made some lunch. After lunch we had a long talk. Then, she took my mitt 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 argue ? I noticed her wooden leg were still muscular, and she was in commodity shape, as also I was. I commented on this, and she said while she was teaching, she coached the missy softball team. Then, in a impish articulation she said"cowgirl ?"I said"ride em cowgirl"

We did that, and some other perspective. We lay in bed and talked more. Her husband did not like cowgirl and any lieu where he was n't the `` team captain ''. She said although her husband had a somewhat bragging shaft, ( 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 calendar week for sex, but would not do oral, either receiving or giving. Her religious background knowledge was quite grueling. However, I learned to exist with it being she was a great married woman otherwise.

After 6 month, we got married. She gave her firm to her son, and we made my house our home. I had a more forward-looking home, in the suburbs, with a pool and an exercise way. With the combining of her settlement and my wife's aliveness insurance policy, we did not have to work. We were retired in our 50s. We both volunteered for the public school system of rules to help problem children get thru school.

She had brought a lot of boxes which got placed into my storage area over the garage. I had stuff there which sat from the sentence I moved in. About a year later, we went thru them to discard unwanted and exhibit some cherished mementos, and we found the well used, dog-eared sex rule book we used as teenagers. We laughed, cried and went to the bedchamber .