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

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

Our parents owned household side by side doorway to each other. The neighborhood was lower eye class, so almost all syndicate were living hand to sass. Her Dad was a Union machinist and did well enough so her mom did not have to work. My Dad's goal in life-time was to own a menage, something his parents couldn't do. My female parent worked as a rule book steward for a woman's article of clothing shop, and dad delivered heating system oil and petrol. Being unseasoned in the cracking depression, dad quit school when he was 14 to help oneself support his family, and was not well educated, hence the down in the mouth pay. However, we had a dwelling, 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 footling else.

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


I was very tightfitting and only 5.7, 117 # at gradation from H S. I wore very thick glasses, and was very fresh ; I was viewed as a nerd. The lone athletics I ever did was cross nation stolon in my senior year. I was not that dear, but the Phys Ed instructor promised me an"A"if I did this. My GPA was very authoritative to me. Being that we were poor, I kept my studies up to make a scholarship possible, as that was the ONLY way I was going to college. And college was my tag out of being poor.

Sue. She was about 5-5, 120 #, pocket-size chest, arrest duration black hair with a cunning brass. Was not ugly or"hot"and would not stand up out in a crowd. She was definitely a tomboy. She also dressed like one of the male child : loose accommodate denim or warm up gasp, and a baggy sweatshirt. Moreover, the neighborhood guys treated her like"one of the Guy"She was a gifted jock, particularly in fast pitch softball. Her school squad took the United States Department of State championship, and this got her a encyclopedism to a state college in a Town about 100 land mile away.

She had problems with math and science. That's where I came in, helping her study that 2 national. She was right in English language and sociable 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 democratic guys because of her athletic skill. Those guys migrated to the cheerleader type of girl. You know, blonde, belittled and bimbos

He called her a lesbian, in front of a lot of early guys. She did not day of the month, as she just did not bump most guys to be"suitable ”. She was not a lesbian or Bi. As said, just did not obtain the decent guy. I suspect she wanted a male vis-a-vis of her, like someone who was athletic and understand competition.

So I comforted her and told her they were wrongly. And I would be very felicitous to carry her out on a appointment, if she would get me. So, we made a appointment for dinner and the motion picture that Sabbatum. I worked component part time in food service at the sports bowl so I had some expenditure money.

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

The dinner was good and we talked about things not related to schoolhouse. Then in the movie dramatic art, she puts her head teacher on my shoulder. I put my arm around her. She puts her manus on my leg and rubs it, but not near my Lyndon Baines Johnson. So I do the Lapp to her and she smiles. We snuck some osculation, but naught grave. Like blood brother and sister. On the way home, I mentioned that my parents were not expected back until tardily, so she said"let's go in and peach some more. My dad won't thinker, he trusts you"

She mentioned that she was still a bit taken back about that dandy's sapphic remark. I said I will mention to some cat that I went on a appointment with you and you are not a gay woman, and a very nice girl. She jumped into my lap and started kissing me on my lips. This was definitely NOT a brother/sister osculation. 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 good tonight. You should wear dresses more often. Matter of fact, maybe if you wear More feminine clothes, like dresses and chick, it may help wipe off the bad sassing that guy did on you"

Then she asked :"Have you had sex with a female child, yet ?"( I did not engagement much either, because being a nerd ; the `` cool '' girls were matter to in the jock or otherwise"cool down"guys ) I said"No"

She said :"Some of the girls at schooling were talking about sex they had, and all I could do was heed. So, I would like you to be my first and go against my cerise, but, not tonight. We will plan this, and since neither of us has experience, see what you can incur in books. You are skillful at enquiry than me"( this was way before internet ).

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

In that state you had to be 18 to go into an adult bookshop or to buy prophylactic. This was an old town and mostly very religious people. Talking about sex is taboo, and it was not covered in hygienics course of study in H S. A fellow dweeb, who was senior, found an illustrate book of"Pleasing the fair sex in your life"somewhere, which discussed foreplay, positions, and afterwards. ( He must make went to another town ) Today just ask the cyberspace and you shall receive.

I got rock voiceless just reading the book. Sue and I planned this for Friday night, as both Set of parents had something going on away from the house. I went over there. Her bed was magnanimous. She was wearing the same dress as on our"appointment"Nox. Hair done, looked as good as ever. I showed her the book. We started with the foreplay part : hugging, foundling and playing each early, and playing with each others equipment. I found the clit and rubbed it, while she stroked my peter. She got very wet very fast. I thought I was going to cum way before I was supposed to, so I slowed down.

She put spare bedding down as we did not want to get pedigree and/or cum on her bed for her mother to find later. Then I put on a safety, and mounted her in the missionary position, as this was the first 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. fasting and finish"and this is what I did. She let out a screaming when it broke, and I stopped. She said : `` Stay like this for a instant and let me get used to it."

After a spell :"bread and butter going now"I got it all the way in and by that meter 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 minutes.

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

I said :"I'm game to acquire more than"

She found"cowgirl"in the book. She straddled me, grabbed my cock, positioned herself on it, and slid down on my very wet cock, 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 best girl-on-top I ever had. Hey, all you have to do is lay there and stick around hard. Then, she had another orgasm and I came. Being I was 17, I stayed tough, and after a eternal 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 finally night. She told her we read a book and studied physical clobber. We both laughed…….After all she did not lie to her female parent.

During a few of the next encounter, we tried some of the other things in the book.. We both had reserve on oral. It was not a pop as today, and the thought of putting your mouth on that area, was a bit detestable. We decided one time to wash each other up in the shower bath and try it. We got used to it fast and liked it. However, we always washed before ( and after ) for all the unwritten face-off, as a force of habit. We did 69, and had sex outdoors a few times. However, we agreed on our deary position being cowgirl. I thought she liked being in bearing. Not that I am complaining ...

Neither her, or my, parents even remotely suspected our bodily function. Around the sign of the zodiac we acted like brother and sister, or expert supporter. A couple of times when we went out, her dad let us use his car when my menage took ours somewhere. He once made a input : `` What the sin did you do to get her ino a frock ? '' However, our intimate showdown were carefully well observe secrets. I escorted her to the senior prom. She did get tending from our champion in the promenade garb her female parent sewed. She was more popular, especially with the son, as she looked a lot more feminine. The girls were more receptive as `` one of their own ''.

Then, summertime came and went. She was going to college 100 miles away, to take English people to learn, and a shaver in teaching phys ed.

I was accepted in a local anesthetic 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 call. During the happy chance, her father loaned me their car to take her household, as he worked daytime and her mother did not force. We did our thing when she was home. The next summer, she stayed at schooltime. She found out that she could graduate before and maybe go for a Edgar Lee Masters degree with the money allocated. I worked that summer and saved up enough for a jalopy of a car. Looked like bull with rusted face because of the wintertime road salt, but ran very well.

I made a few trip-up to visit her and we kept each other meet. I saw that she dressed in skirt and wearing apparel. Let her hair grow a bit longer, like shoulder length. Looked like a convention college girl. She had plenty of acquaintance. 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 skipper of the playground ball squad, which was in contention for the national title. She fell in honey with him and our sex session came to a screetching stoppage. But we still corresponded and talked when she came home. Again like comrade and sister.

After getting my level, I went to put to work as an railroad engineer, at a local caller. 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 up school sweetheart right after graduation, and they moved to another town about an time of day dive away. We visited each early a lot.

Sue and her guy got conjoin. However, he got injured and his baseball life history was over. But he had a degree in Physical Education. They accepted teaching attitude out of state, although his was at a different school in the same town. Their son became a computer wiz. We corresponded with Christmastime cards, letters, etc. We never told our mate or parents about the Sex Ed sessions.

Fast forward about 20 years. One day she called me and said her husband died in an auto stroke. The other device driver was drunk, and was driving a company car. The company did not require it publicized, so they settled out of tribunal with a large total the next day. I went to the funeral. She was very excite up, as they had a good thing going. I said if you need anything I can do, call off me. We met a few time and talked about different things, but no sexual tones. I was married and happy, and she knew this and honored it.

2 twelvemonth later, my wife had some bloodline vessel 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 tattle to. My company paid 100 % for both our life insurance policies, in the amount of 2 years of MY earnings, so I did not have any financial headache. After a patch I tried some dates with other char, but there was never any euphony, if you know what I mean..

A few calendar month later, Sue's son got married. I was asked to be part of the head table, 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 spell. If it works out, we can make it lasting"She said she will drive there tomorrow.

They following day, she arrived about noon. I made some lunch. After luncheon we had a long talking. Then, she took my hand and go 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 legs were still mesomorphic, and she was in secure figure, as also I was. I commented on this, and she said while she was teaching, she coached the girls softball team. Then, in a pixilated vocalisation she said"cowgirl ?"I said"ride em cowgirl"

We did that, and some other view. We lay in bed and talked more. Her husband did not like cowgirl and any position where he was n't the `` team captain ''. She said although her hubby had a somewhat bountiful 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 hebdomad for sex, but would not do oral, either receiving or giving. Her religious background was quite lowering. However, I learned to live with it being she was a outstanding wife otherwise.

After 6 months, we got married. She gave her house to her son, and we made my sign of the zodiac our home. I had a more modernistic home, in the suburb, with a puddle and an exercise room. With the compounding of her closure and my wife's life policy, we did not have to mold. We were retired in our 50s. We both volunteered for the public school organisation to aid trouble minor get thru school.

She had brought a lot of box seat which got placed into my storage expanse over the garage. I had stuff there which sat from the fourth dimension I moved in. About a year later, we went thru them to discard unwanted and display some want souvenir, and we found the wellspring used, dog-eared sex book we used as teenagers. We laughed, cried and went to the chamber .