This is a re-write of a news report I did a few age ago. Hope you all like it.

The history is largely fiction, however, it is based on some of my too soon life-time's occurrent, and Sue was real ( but not her real name ).

Our parents owned family following door to each other. The neighborhood was low-spirited midsection form, so almost all families were living hand to mouth. Her Dad was a conjugation machinist and did well enough so her mom did not make to form. My Dad's goal in life was to own a home, something his parents couldn't do. My mother worked as a book keeper for a woman's clothing shop, and dad delivered heating plant oil and petrol. Being young in the great depression, dad quit school when he was 14 to help support his family, and was not well educated, hence the miserable pay. However, we had a abode, 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 picayune else.

Sue and I met when we moved in, about in the 6 th grade. Being just children, we treated each early like blood brother and babe ( in a non-sexual way ) until later. scan on…..


I was very skinny and only 5.7, 117 # at gradation from H S. I wore very thick looking glass, and was very smart ; I was viewed as a nerd. The just athletic contest I ever did was baffle country stolon in my older year. I was not that safe, but the Phys Ed teacher promised me an"A"if I did this. My GPA was very of import to me. Being that we were inadequate, I kept my studies up to give a scholarship 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 #, small dresser, nail length black-market whisker with a cute face. Was not ugly or"hot"and would not stick out out in a crowd. She was definitely a tomboy. She also dressed like one of the boy : loose accommodate jeans or warm up pants, and a baggy sweatshirt. Moreover, the neighborhood Guy treated her like"one of the guy"She was a gifted jock, particularly in fast tar softball game. Her schoolhouse squad took the state championship, and this got her a learning to a country college in a town about 100 miles away.

She had trouble with math and scientific discipline. That's where I came in, helping her study that 2 subjects. She was good in English and social studies, 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 guys because of her gymnastic attainment. Those bozo migrated to the cheerleader eccentric of girl. You know, blonde, small and bimbos

He called her a tribade, in front of a lot of other guys. She did not day of the month, as she just did not find well-nigh guys to be"suitable ”. She was not a Lesbian or Bi. As said, just did not find the aright guy. I suspect she wanted a manful counterpart of her, like soul who was athletic and understands competition.

So I comforted her and told her they were wrong. 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 party and the picture that Sat. I worked component time in food for thought inspection and repair at the sports arena so I had some spending money.

Dad and mom went somewhere with an old admirer and his wife, and the Quaker was driving, so dad let me use the car. I picked her up at her sign of the zodiac figurehead door. She had on a nice dress, heels, did her haircloth and looked very cute and feminine. I had on a courtship and tie. We looked damn good.

The dinner was good and we talked about things not related to schoolhouse. Then in the movie house, she puts her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her. She puts her bridge player on my leg and rubs it, but not near my Lyndon Johnson. So I do the Sami to her and she smiles. We snuck some kisses, but nothing severe. Like brother and sister. On the way home, I mentioned that my parents were not expected back until late, so she said"let's go in and verbalize some more. My dad won't mind, he trusts you"

She mentioned that she was still a bit taken back about that clotheshorse's lesbian remark. I said I will mention to some guy cable that I went on a engagement with you and you are not a lesbian, and a very nice girlfriend. 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 attention. She felt that happen and said"Did I do that ? ``

I said"yes, I really meant it when I said you look really goodness tonight. You should wear dress more often. Matter of fact, maybe if you wear more than feminine dress, like frock and skirts, it may help efface the bad mouth that guy did on you"

Then she asked :"Have you had sex with a girl, yet ?"( I did not date a good deal either, because being a grind ; the `` poise '' girlfriend were concerned in the jockstrap or otherwise"assuredness"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 low and stop my cherry red, but, not tonight. We will plan this, and since neither of us has experience, see what you can see in books. You are expert at research than me"( this was way before cyberspace ).

I said"I will do so, and get some protective cover"

In that country you had to be 18 to go into an adult bookstall or to buy safety. This was an old townsfolk and mostly very spiritual people. Talking about sex is taboo, and it was not covered in hygiene classes in H S. A chap dweeb, who was older, found an illustrated book of"Pleasing the woman in your life-time"somewhere, which discussed foreplay, office, and afterwards. ( He must take in went to another town ) Today just ask the net and you shall receive.

I got rock severe just reading the book. Sue and I planned this for Friday night, as both stage set of parents had something going on away from the theater. I went over there. Her bed was bigger. She was wearing the same apparel as on our"escort"nighttime. tomentum done, looked as good as ever. I showed her the book. We started with the foreplay part : smooching, foundling and playing each other, and playing with each others equipment. I found the clitoris and rubbed it, while she stroked my dick. She got very wet very immediate. 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 blood and/or cum on her bed for her mother to find later. Then I put on a rubber, and mounted her in the missionary position, as this was the get-go one in the instance. She was and on the tight side, however, already very wet, so I pushed it in until I came to her maidenhead. She said"Go for it. Fast and terminate"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 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 pussy muscles, and had her for the first time orgasm. We just laid there for a few minutes.

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

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

She found"cowgirl"in the book. She straddled me, grabbed my pecker, positioned herself on it, and slid down on my very wet rooster, balls mystifying. 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 in force girl-on-top I ever had. Hey, all you have to do is lay there and remain hard. Then, she had another sexual climax and I came. Being I was 17, I stayed hard, and after a rest, we went at it again. Both of us had another orgasm. We cleaned up and I went dwelling house, as the parents were due back soon.

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

During a few of the future encounters, we tried some of the early things in the book.. We both had reservations on oral examination. It was not a popular as today, and the thought of putting your rima oris on that arena, was a bit repulsive. We decided one time to rinse each other up in the rain shower and try it. We got used to it fast and liked it. However, we always washed before ( and after ) for all the oral face-off, as a force of riding habit. We did 69, and had sex outdoors a few times. However, we agreed on our best-loved lieu being cowgirl. I thought she liked being in charge. Not that I am complaining ...

Neither her, or my, parents even remotely suspected our activity. Around the home we acted like crony and baby, or best admirer. A couple of metre when we went out, her dad let us use his car when my kinsperson took ours somewhere. He once made a commentary : `` What the hell did you do to get her ino a dress ? '' However, our sexual encounters were carefully well kept secrets. I escorted her to the older prom. She did get attention from our friends in the prom garb her mother sewed. She was more popular, especially with the son, as she looked a lot more than feminine. The girls were more receptive as `` one of their own ''.

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

I was accepted in a local anaesthetic technical college with a scholarship, and studied electronics. Being we were not moneyed ; I lived at dwelling and took the bus. Sue and I corresponded with mail and sometimes a phone birdcall. During the break of serve, her father loaned me their car to fetch her home, as he worked days and her mother did not force. We did our thing when she was family. The next summer, she stayed at school day. She found out that she could fine-tune earlier and maybe go for a superior degree with the money allocated. I worked that summer and saved up enough for a bus of a car. Looked like Irish bull with rusted position 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 skirt and apparel. Let her hair arise a bit longer, like shoulder joint duration. Looked like a normal college girl. She had heaps of friends. 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 maitre d'hotel of the softball team, which was in tilt for the national claim. She fell in dearest with him and our sex Roger Sessions came to a screetching halt. But we still corresponded and talked when she came home. Again like brother and sister.

After getting my stage, I went to work as an engineer, at a topical anaesthetic ship's company. I found a young woman I liked and got married. We bought a theater near where I worked. We did OK money Isaac Mayer Wise. married woman was a homemaker, and did not need to work. We had a daughter. She married her high shoal sweetheart right after graduation, and they moved to another Ithiel Town about an hour dive away. We visited each other a lot.

Sue and her guy got hook up with. However, he got injured and his baseball career was over. But he had a arcdegree in physical Education. They accepted teaching positions out of DoS, although his was at a different school in the same town. Their son became a computer wiz. We corresponded with Christmas board, letters, etc. We never told our spouses or parents about the Sex Ed sessions.

fasting forward about 20 class. One day she called me and said her husband died in an auto accident. The former driver was drunk, and was driving a company car. The company did not need it publicized, so they settled out of tourist court with a prominent amount the next day. I went to the funeral. She was very shook up, as they had a practiced thing going. I said if you need anything I can do, call me. We met a few times and talked about different thing, but no sexual tonicity. I was married and well-chosen, and she knew this and honored it.

2 years later, my wife had some blood vas near the heart burst. 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 peach to. My company paid 100 % for both our living policy policies, in the amount of 2 days of MY earnings, so I did not have any financial concern. After a while I tried some day of the month with other women, but there was never any music, if you know what I mean..

A few months later, Sue's son got get married. I was asked to be parting of the headway mesa, adjacent 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 patch. If it works out, we can make it permanent"She said she will drive there tomorrow.

They following day, she arrived about noon. I made some lunch. After lunch we had a long talk. Then, she took my hand and lead me to the chamber. She said :"It's been way too long for both of us, let's please each former like we used to."She started taking off her wearing apparel. Who am I to argue ? I noticed her peg were still hefty, and she was in expert shape, as also I was. I commented on this, and she said while she was teaching, she coached the girls softball team. Then, in a impish voice she said"cowgirl ?"I said"ride em cowgirl"

We did that, and some other place. We lay in bed and talked more. Her husband did not like cowgirl and any position where he was n't the `` team senior pilot ''. She said although her hubby had a somewhat braggy prick, ( 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 screen background was quite heavy. However, I learned to populate with it being she was a heavy wife otherwise.

After 6 calendar month, we got married. She gave her firm to her son, and we made my sign our home. I had a more Bodoni font home, in the suburbs, with a pool and an physical exertion way. With the combining of her settlement and my wife's life insurance policy, we did not have to work. We were retired in our 50s. We both volunteered for the world schoolhouse organisation to help oneself job tiddler get thru school.

She had brought a lot of corner which got placed into my computer memory area over the garage. I had poppycock there which sat from the time I moved in. About a year later, we went thru them to cast away unwanted and display some wanted mementos, and we found the fountainhead used, dog-eared sex rule book we used as teen. We laughed, cried and went to the bedroom .