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

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

Our parents owned houses adjacent threshold to each other. The neighbourhood was lower midsection class, so almost all families were living paw to rima oris. Her Dad was a union machinist and did well enough so her mom did not hold to work. My Dad's goal in life history was to own a home, something his parents couldn't do. My female parent worked as a Book steward for a char's article of clothing workshop, and dad delivered stir up oil and gasoline. Being young in the great Depression, dad quit schoolhouse when he was 14 to help support his kin, and was not well educated, hence the lower pay. However, we had a rest home, food on the mesa 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 level. Being sole children, we treated each former like buddy and baby ( in a non-sexual way ) until later. interpret on…..


I was very boney and only 5.7, 117 # at graduation from H S. I wore very boneheaded glasses, and was very wise ; I was viewed as a swot. The simply athletics I ever did was mark country smuggler in my elder twelvemonth. 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 report up to make a scholarship potential, 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 #, low chest, collar distance black hair with a precious face. Was not ugly or"hot"and would not bear out in a crowd. She was definitely a tomboy. She also dressed like one of the boy : loose fitting jean or warm up pants, and a loose-fitting sweatshirt. Moreover, the neighborhood guys treated her like"one of the Guy"She was a gifted athlete, particularly in profligate delivery softball. Her school team took the state championship, and this got her a eruditeness to a state college in a townspeople about 100 naut mi away.

She had trouble with mathematics and skill. That's where I came in, helping her study that 2 subjects. She was good in English people and social studies, though, and helped me thru them in H S.

When we were elder, one day she came over crying. She was harassed by one of the pop guys because of her athletic accomplishments. Those guys migrated to the cheerleader character of daughter. You know, blonde, small and bimbos

He called her a lesbian, in movement of a lot of other guys. She did not day of the month, as she just did not find well-nigh guy to be"suitable ”. She was not a lesbian or Bi. As said, just did not find the right guy. I suspect she wanted a manlike counterpart of her, like individual who was athletic and sympathise competition.

So I comforted her and told her they were wrong. And I would be very well-chosen to train her out on a day of the month, if she would give birth me. So, we made a particular date for dinner and the moving picture that Saturday. I worked part time in food service at the sports stadium so I had some expenditure money.

Dad and mom went somewhere with an old Quaker and his wife, and the friend was driving, so dad let me use the car. I picked her up at her house battlefront door. She had on a nice attire, cad, did her hair and looked very cute and feminine. I had on a suit and tie. We looked damn good.

The dinner was thoroughly and we talked about things not related to school. Then in the movie theater, she puts her psyche on my shoulder. I put my arm around her. She puts her hand on my leg and rub it, but not near my Johnson. So I do the Lapp to her and she smiles. We snuck some kisses, but nothing dangerous. Like brother and sister. On the way home, I mentioned that my parents were not expected back until belated, so she said"let's go in and talk some more. My dad won't intellect, he trusts you"

She mentioned that she was still a bit taken back about that buster's lesbian remark. I said I will mention to some hombre that I went on a engagement with you and you are not a Lesbian, and a very nice little girl. She jumped into my lap and started kissing me on my mouth. This was definitely NOT a brother/sister buss. Yeah, boy I was enjoying it, and my Johnson came to tending. She felt that happen and said"Did I do that ? ``

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

Then she asked :"Have you had sex with a girl, yet ?"( I did not date often either, because being a swot ; the `` cool '' girls were matter to in the jocks or otherwise"cool"guys ) I said"No"

She said :"Some of the daughter at shoal were talking about sex they had, and all I could do was listen. So, I would wish you to be my for the first time and bust my cherry tree, but, not tonight. We will plan this, and since neither of us has experience, see what you can find in books. You are undecomposed at research than me"( this was way before internet ).

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

In that body politic you had to be 18 to go into an adult bookstore or to buy rubber. This was an old town and mostly very religious masses. Talking about sex is taboo, and it was not covered in hygiene year in H S. A fellow nerd, who was older, found an illustrated record of"Pleasing the woman in your lifespan"somewhere, which discussed foreplay, positioning, and afterwards. ( He must give birth went to another town ) Today just ask the internet and you shall receive.

I got rock hard just reading the book. Sue and I planned this for Fri Nox, as both solidifying of parents had something going on away from the theatre. I went over there. Her bed was bounteous. She was wearing the same dress as on our"date"night. haircloth done, looked as in effect as ever. I showed her the account book. We started with the foreplay portion : smooching, 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 want to get origin and/or cum on her bed for her mother to find later. Then I put on a condom, and mounted her in the missional positioning, as this was the inaugural one in the illustrations. She was and on the tight side, 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 shriek when it broke, and I stopped. She said : `` Stay like this for a moment and let me get used to it."

After a piece :"dungeon going now"I got it all the way in and by that fourth dimension 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 personnel, and squeezed my dick with her pussy muscles, and had her first orgasm. We just laid there for a few arcminute.

After a piece, she said,"Get off me. I want to look up a spatial relation where I am on top"

I said :"I'm game to learn Thomas 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 emplacement, because I it felt bottomed out. Here's where her gymnastic ability and leg sinew made for the ripe girl-on-top I ever had. Hey, all you have to do is lay there and last out hard. Then, she had another orgasm and I came. Being I was 17, I stayed heavy, and after a sleep, we went at it again. Both of us had another sexual climax. 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 endure night. She told her we read a book and studied 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 former things in the book.. We both had reservations on oral. It was not a pop as today, and the thought of putting your oral cavity on that area, was a bit obscene. We decided one time to rinse each other up in the exhibitor and try it. We got used to it fast and liked it. However, we always washed before ( and after ) for all the oral encounters, as a force of substance abuse. We did 69, and had sex outdoors a few times. However, we agreed on our favorite status being cowgirl. I thought she liked being in charge. Not that I am complaining ...

Neither her, or my, parents even remotely suspected our natural action. Around the theater we acted like comrade and sis, or best admirer. A twosome of times when we went out, her dad let us use his car when my home took ours somewhere. He once made a scuttlebutt : `` What the sin did you do to get her ino a dress ? '' However, our sexual confrontation were carefully well kept mystery. I escorted her to the older prom. She did get attention from our acquaintance in the promenade dress her mother sewed. She was more popular, especially with the boy, as she looked a lot more feminine. The girls were more centripetal as `` one of their own ''.

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

I was accepted in a local technical college with a scholarship, and studied electronics. Being we were not moneyed ; I lived at plate and took the bus. Sue and I corresponded with ring armor and sometimes a earphone margin call. During the breaks, her Church Father loaned me their car to make for her menage, as he worked days and her female parent did not drive. We did our thing when she was home. The next summer, she stayed at shoal. She found out that she could graduate earlier and maybe go for a master copy degree with the money allocated. I worked that summer and saved up enough for a jalopy of a car. Looked like crap with rusted face because of the winter route salinity, but ran very well.

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

During her 3 rd year she met a guy who was a pitcher ( and captain ) on the varsity baseball team. She was the captain of the playground ball team, which was in tilt for the interior claim. She fell in love with him and our sex seance came to a screetching halt. But we still corresponded and talked when she came home. Again like pal and sister.

After getting my degree, I went to work as an engineer, at a local company. I found a girl I liked and got married. We bought a house near where I worked. We did OK money Wise. wife was a homemaker, and did not need to work. We had a daughter. She married her high schooltime sweetie right after graduation, and they moved to another town about an hour nosedive away. We visited each other a lot.

Sue and her guy got tie. However, he got offend and his baseball calling was over. But he had a stage in strong-arm training. They accepted teaching positions out of state, although his was at a different school in the Saame Ithiel Town. Their son became a information processing system wiz. We corresponded with Christmas cards, letters, etc. We never told our spouses or parents about the Sex Ed academic session.

fast forward about 20 age. One day she called me and said her husband died in an car stroke. The early device driver was drunkard, and was driving a company car. The ship's company did not want it publicise, so they settled out of courtroom with a large amount the succeeding day. I went to the funeral. She was very shake up up, as they had a good thing going. I said if you need anything I can do, predict me. We met a few sentence and talked about different matter, but no sexual whole step. I was married and happy, and she knew this and honored it.

2 years later, my wife had some line vessel near the heart and soul volley. She died before they got her to the infirmary. Sue was at the funeral, and said to send for her if I need anything, or person to talk to. My society paid 100 % for both our liveliness insurance policy, in the sum of money of 2 years of MY salary, so I did not accept any financial headache. After a patch I tried some appointment with former women, but there was never any music, if you know what I mean..

A few months later, Sue's son got wed. I was asked to be part of the psyche table, succeeding 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 up it permanent"She said she will labor there tomorrow.

They next day, she arrived about noon. I made some lunch. After lunch we had a longsighted public lecture. 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 reason ? I noticed her leg were still powerful, and she was in good shape, as also I was. I commented on this, and she said while she was teaching, she coached the female child softball team. Then, in a mischievous voice she said"cowgirl ?"I said"ride em cowgirl"

We did that, and some former attitude. We lay in bed and talked more. Her husband did not like cowgirl and any billet where he was n't the `` team chieftain ''. She said although her husband had a somewhat bigger cock, ( He was 6-4 ) sex was better with me. Being 5-7 ; I made up for it with technique. I said my wife was maybe twice a week for sex, but would not do oral, either receiving or giving. Her religious background was quite fleshy. However, I learned to last with it being she was a great married woman otherwise.

After 6 months, we got married. She gave her sign of the zodiac to her son, and we made my house our home. I had a more modern rest home, in the suburbs, with a pool and an exercise elbow room. With the combination of her settlement and my wife's lifetime insurance, we did not have to bring. We were retired in our 50s. We both volunteered for the world school system to help trouble children get thru schoolhouse.

She had brought a lot of boxes which got placed into my computer memory orbit over the service department. I had stuff there which sat from the time I moved in. About a year later, we went thru them to discard unwanted and display some wanted memento, and we found the wellspring used, dog-eared sex Koran we used as teenagers. We laughed, cried and went to the bedroom .