This is a re-write of a narrative I did a few old age ago. Leslie Townes Hope you all like it.

The story is largely fiction, however, it is based on some of my early life's natural event, and Sue was material ( but not her genuine name ).

Our parents owned home succeeding door to each other. The locality was lower heart grade, so almost all family unit were living hand to mouth. Her Dad was a union mechanic and did well enough so her mom did not cause to make for. My Dad's goal in living was to own a home, something his parents couldn't do. My female parent worked as a Good Book keeper for a woman's article of clothing workshop, and dad delivered ignite oil and gasolene. Being young in the with child impression, dad quit school when he was 14 to help back his sept, and was not well educated, hence the lower pay. However, we had a base, 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 alone children, we treated each other like brother and sister ( in a non-sexual way ) until later. Read on…..


I was very cheeseparing and only 5.7, 117 # at graduation exercise from H S. I wore very wooden-headed glasses, and was very smart ; I was viewed as a nerd. The only athletics I ever did was interbreeding country blue runner in my older year. I was not that near, 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 poor, I kept my written report up to make a encyclopaedism 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 #, small breast, dog collar length blackamoor pilus 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 : at large fitting jeans or warm up drawers, and a baggy sweatshirt. Moreover, the neighborhood guys treated her like"one of the guys"She was a endue athlete, particularly in fast delivery softball. Her school team took the state backup, and this got her a scholarship to a state college in a town about 100 miles away.

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

When we were senior, one day she came over crying. She was harassed by one of the popular guy rope because of her acrobatic attainment. Those guy migrated to the cheerleader type of miss. You know, blonde, small and bimbos

He called her a tribade, in front end of a lot of early guys. She did not date, as she just did not find near guys to be"suitable ”. She was not a lesbian or Bi. As said, just did not find the right 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 wrong. And I would be very well-chosen to film her out on a day of the month, if she would suffer me. So, we made a date for dinner and the movies that Saturday. I worked part fourth dimension in intellectual nourishment service at the sports stadium so I had some expenditure money.

Dad and mom went somewhere with an old friend and his wife, and the friend was driving, so dad let me use the car. I picked her up at her house front door. She had on a nice dress, hound, did her hairsbreadth 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 matter not related to school. Then in the movie theater, she puts her head on my berm. I put my arm around her. She puts her hand on my leg and rubs it, but not near my Lyndon Johnson. So I do the same to her and she smiles. We snuck some candy kiss, but aught life-threatening. Like Brother and sister. On the way abode, I mentioned that my parents were not expected back until late, so she said"let's go in and talk some more. My dad won't judgment, he trusts you"

She mentioned that she was still a bit taken back about that dude's lesbian remark. I said I will mention to some guys that I went on a date with you and you are not a lesbian, and a very squeamish girl. She jumped into my lap and started kissing me on my backtalk. This was definitely NOT a brother/sister kiss. 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 good tonight. You should wear dresses more often. Matter of fact, maybe if you wear more feminine apparel, like dress and skirts, 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 very much either, because being a nerd ; the `` coolheaded '' girls were interest in the jocks or otherwise"cool down"cat ) 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 wish you to be my low gear and break my cerise, but, not tonight. We will be after this, and since neither of us has experience, see what you can find in rule book. You are punter at research than me"( this was way before internet ).

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

In that state you had to be 18 to go into an grownup bookstall or to buy condoms. This was an old town and mostly very religious citizenry. Talking about sex is taboo, and it was not covered in hygiene social class in H S. A buster swot, who was older, found an exemplify book of"Pleasing the cleaning woman in your life"somewhere, which discussed foreplay, location, and afterwards. ( He must induce went to another town ) Today just ask the net and you shall receive.

I got rock laborious just reading the book. Sue and I planned this for Friday night, as both solidifying of parents had something going on away from the home. I went over there. Her bed was boastful. She was wearing the same garb as on our"date"night. hair done, looked as good as ever. I showed her the volume. We started with the stimulation part : snuggling, foundling and playing each other, and playing with each others equipment. I found the clit and rubbed it, while she stroked my tool. She got very wet very flying. 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 detect later. Then I put on a condom, and mounted her in the missional position, as this was the foremost one in the illustration. 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 screeching when it broke, and I stopped. She said : `` Stay like this for a moment and let me get used to it."

After a while :"living 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 slit muscleman, and had her number one orgasm. We just laid there for a few minutes.

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

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

She found"cowgirl"in the book. She straddled me, grabbed my prick, positioned herself on it, and slid down on my very wet dick, balls deep. I think it went in further in this stance, because I it felt bottomed out. Here's where her gymnastic power and leg heftiness made for the proficient 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 intemperate, and after a residuum, 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 female parent asked what we did stopping point night. She told her we read a script and study strong-arm stuff. We both laughed…….After all she did not lie to her female parent.

During a few of the next clash, we tried some of the other things in the book.. We both had reservations on oral. It was not a democratic as today, and the thought of putting your mouth on that area, was a bit repulsive. We decided one sentence to wash each early up in the exhibitioner 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 power of substance abuse. We did 69, and had sex outdoors a few time. However, we agreed on our favorite position being cowgirl. I thought she liked being in direction. Not that I am complaining ...

Neither her, or my, parents even remotely suspected our activity. Around the house we acted like sidekick and sister, or best protagonist. A couplet of clock time when we went out, her dad let us use his car when my family took ours somewhere. He once made a comment : `` What the hell did you do to get her ino a attire ? '' However, our sexual encounters were carefully well maintain closed book. I escorted her to the fourth-year prom. She did get aid from our ally in the promenade apparel her mother sewed. She was more popular, especially with the boys, as she looked a lot more feminine. The lady friend were more receptive as `` one of their own ''.

Then, summer came and went. She was going to college 100 international mile away, to study English 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 base and took the bus. Sue and I corresponded with mail and sometimes a phone call. During the breaks, her father loaned me their car to bring her home, as he worked sidereal day and her mother did not drive. We did our thing when she was home. The next summertime, she stayed at school. She found out that she could graduate sooner and maybe go for a masters degree with the money allocated. I worked that summer and saved up enough for a jalopy of a car. Looked like shite with rusted side because of the winter road saltiness, but ran very well.

I made a few trips to visit her and we kept each other quenched. I saw that she dressed in dame and wearing apparel. Let her hair raise a bit longer, like shoulder duration. Looked like a normal college miss. She had lots of admirer. And she looked a lot cuter.

During her 3 rd year she met a guy who was a mound ( and captain ) on the first team baseball team. She was the maitre d' of the softball team, which was in contention for the subject rubric. She fell in love with him and our sex sessions came to a screetching stoppage. But we still corresponded and talked when she came home. Again like brother and sister.

After getting my grade, I went to bring as an engineer, at a topical anesthetic party. I found a girl I liked and got married. We bought a sign of the zodiac near where I worked. We did OK money Isaac Mayer Wise. Wife was a homemaker, and did not want to work. We had a daughter. She married her gamy schooling truelove right hand after graduation, and they moved to another town about an hour dive away. We visited each other a lot.

Sue and her guy got tie. However, he got wound and his baseball game vocation was over. But he had a point in physical Education Department. They accepted teaching status out of state, although his was at a different schoolhouse in the Lapplander town. Their son became a computer wiz. We corresponded with Yuletide cards, letters, etc. We never told our spouse or parents about the Sex Ed academic session.

fast forward about 20 yr. One day she called me and said her husband died in an auto accident. The early driver was drunkard, and was driving a company car. The company did not want it publicized, so they settled out of court with a large measure the next day. I went to the funeral. She was very shook up, as they had a good thing going. I said if you need anything I can do, call me. We met a few multiplication and talked about different things, but no intimate tones. I was married and felicitous, and she knew this and honored it.

2 days later, my wife had some roue vas near the heart flare-up. She died before they got her to the hospital. Sue was at the funeral, and said to call her if I need anything, or somebody to mouth to. My company paid 100 % for both our sprightliness policy policies, in the amount of 2 years of MY salary, so I did not have any financial headache. After a while I tried some engagement with former 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 part of the head board, 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 induce it permanent"She said she will drive there tomorrow.

They succeeding day, she arrived about noon. I made some dejeuner. After lunch we had a long talk. Then, she took my bridge player 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 apparel. Who am I to fence ? I noticed her legs were still sinewy, and she was in good 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 mischievous representative she said"cowgirl ?"I said"drive em cowgirl"

We did that, and some early positions. 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 husband had a somewhat bad dick, ( 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 calendar week for sex, but would not do oral, either receiving or giving. Her spiritual background was quite weighed down. However, I learned to hold out with it being she was a capital wife otherwise.

After 6 calendar month, we got married. She gave her house to her son, and we made my firm our nursing home. I had a more modern font base, in the suburb, with a pool and an practice session room. With the combination of her settlement and my wife's life insurance policy, we did not bear to work. We were retired in our 50s. We both volunteered for the populace schooltime organisation to aid trouble children get thru school.

She had brought a lot of boxful which got placed into my storage sphere over the garage. I had stuff there which sat from the metre I moved in. About a class later, we went thru them to discard unwanted and expose some need souvenir, and we found the wellspring used, dog-eared sex ledger we used as teenager. We laughed, cried and went to the bedchamber .