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

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

Our parents owned firm next door to each former. The vicinity was lower mediate class, so almost all families were living hand to mouth. Her Dad was a North machinist and did well enough so her mom did not have to turn. 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 habiliment shop, and dad delivered stir up oil and gasoline. Being Loretta Young in the outstanding natural depression, dad quit schooltime when he was 14 to help support his family line, and was not well educated, hence the miserable pay. However, we had a home base, 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 fiddling else.

Sue and I met when we moved in, about in the 6 th grade. Being only shaver, 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 commencement from H S. I wore very thick spectacles, and was very smart ; I was viewed as a nerd. The lone athletics I ever did was cross country runner in my senior year. I was not that good, but the Phys Ed instructor promised me an"A"if I did this. My GPA was very crucial to me. Being that we were poor, I kept my report up to make 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 thorax, collar length fateful hair's-breadth with a cute typeface. Was not ugly or"hot"and would not stand out in a crowd. She was definitely a romp. She also dressed like one of the son : loose fitting blue jean or warm up up knickers, and a baggy sweatshirt. Moreover, the region guys treated her like"one of the Guy"She was a gifted jock, particularly in fast lurch softball. Her school squad took the country championship, and this got her a scholarship to a commonwealth college in a town about 100 miles away.

She had trouble with math and science. That's where I came in, helping her bailiwick that 2 subjects. She was good in English language 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 guys because of her athletic skill. Those guys migrated to the cheerleader type of girl. You know, blonde, small and bimbos

He called her a lesbian, in front of a lot of other guys. She did not appointment, as she just did not find most 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 empathize 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 hold me. So, we made a date for dinner and the movies that Saturday. I worked role time in food help at the sports stadium so I had some spending 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 family front doorway. She had on a squeamish dress, dog, did her hair and looked very cute and feminine. I had on a cause and tie. We looked damn good.

The dinner was well and we talked about things not related to schooling. Then in the movie dramatic art, she puts her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her. She puts her mitt on my leg and itch it, but not near my Johnson. So I do the same to her and she smiles. We snuck some osculation, but naught serious. 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 babble some more. My dad won't creative thinker, he trusts you"

She mentioned that she was still a bit taken back about that dude's Lesbian comment. 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 lips. This was definitely NOT a brother/sister kiss. Yeah, boy I was enjoying it, and my President 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 dress more often. Matter of fact, maybe if you wear more feminine wearing apparel, like dresses and skirts, it may help delete the bad backtalk that guy did on you"

Then she asked :"Have you had sex with a miss, yet ?"( I did not date much either, because being a swot ; the `` cool '' daughter were interested in the supporter or otherwise"cool"Guy ) I said"No"

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

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

In that country 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 verboten, and it was not covered in hygiene classes in H S. A buster dweeb, who was older, found an illustrated book of"Pleasing the woman in your life"somewhere, which discussed stimulation, side, and afterwards. ( He must hold went to another town ) Today just ask the internet and you shall receive.

I got rock heavily just reading the rule book. Sue and I planned this for Fri night, as both sets of parents had something going on away from the theatre. I went over there. Her bed was with child. She was wearing the like dress as on our"date"night. Hair done, looked as commodity as ever. I showed her the book. We started with the foreplay percentage : kissing, 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 fast. I thought I was going to cum way before I was supposed to, so I slowed down.

She put supererogatory bedding down as we did not want to get blood and/or cum on her bed for her female parent to obtain later. Then I put on a safety, and mounted her in the missional posture, as this was the first one in the illustration. She was and on the soaked 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 shrieking when it broke, and I stopped. She said : `` Stay like this for a here and now and let me get used to it."

After a piece :"bread and butter 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 kitty musculus, and had her start sexual climax. We just laid there for a few minutes.

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

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

She found"cowgirl"in the al-Qur'an. She straddled me, grabbed my cock, positioned herself on it, and slid down on my very wet prick, balls deep. I think it went in further in this position, because I it felt bottomed out. Here's where her acrobatic ability and leg brawn made for the sound girl-on-top I ever had. Hey, all you have to do is lay there and stay hard. Then, she had another coming and I came. Being I was 17, I stayed hard, and after a respite, 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 future day she came over and said her mother asked what we did last night. She told her we read a Holy Scripture and analyze physical stuff. We both laughed…….After all she did not lie to her mother.

During a few of the next face-off, we tried some of the former things in the book.. We both had reservations on oral. It was not a democratic as today, and the opinion of putting your mouth on that sphere, was a bit repulsive. We decided one time to wash each former 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 encounters, as a force of habit. We did 69, and had sex outdoors a few times. However, we agreed on our favorite position 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 house we acted like brother and sister, or best champion. A twain of prison term when we went out, her dad let us use his car when my class took ours somewhere. He once made a remark : `` What the hell did you do to get her ino a attire ? '' However, our intimate encounters were carefully well keep back secrets. I escorted her to the older prom. She did get attention from our supporter in the prom dress her mother sewed. She was more popular, especially with the boy, as she looked a lot more feminine. The young lady were more receptive as `` one of their own ''.

Then, summertime came and went. She was going to college 100 Admiralty mile away, to learn English to teach, and a small fry 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 mail and sometimes a earpiece birdcall. During the breaks, her father loaned me their car to bring her home, as he worked days and her mother did not drive. We did our thing when she was home. The next summer, she stayed at schooltime. She found out that she could graduate earlier and maybe go for a sea captain degree with the money allocated. I worked that summer and saved up enough for a jalopy of a car. Looked like shite with rusted incline because of the winter road salinity, but ran very well.

I made a few trips to chatter her and we kept each other fill. I saw that she dressed in skirts and dresses. Let her hair produce 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 year she met a guy who was a pitcherful ( and maitre d'hotel ) on the varsity baseball game team. She was the captain of the playground ball team, which was in disputation for the national form of address. She fell in love with him and our sex Roger Huntington Sessions came to a screetching stay. But we still corresponded and talked when she came home. Again like brother and sister.

After getting my degree, I went to bring as an railroad 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 ferment. We had a girl. She married her luxuriously schoolhouse lulu rightfulness after graduation, and they moved to another townsfolk about an hour dive away. We visited each other a lot.

Sue and her guy got marital. However, he got injured and his baseball calling was over. But he had a level in strong-arm Education. They accepted teaching positions out of state, although his was at a different school in the Sami town. Their son became a computing device wiz. We corresponded with Christmas identity card, letters, etc. We never told our spouses or parents about the Sex Ed sessions.

fast forward about 20 years. One day she called me and said her husband died in an car accident. The former device driver was drunk, and was driving a company car. The company did not want it publicized, so they settled out of lawcourt with a magnanimous amount the adjacent day. I went to the funeral. She was very shook up, as they had a safe thing going. I said if you need anything I can do, call me. We met a few sentence and talked about different things, but no sexual tones. I was married and glad, and she knew this and honored it.

2 class later, my wife had some stock vessel near the fondness burst. She died before they got her to the hospital. Sue was at the funeral, and said to phone her if I need anything, or someone to talk to. My party paid 100 % for both our life-time insurance policies, in the amount of 2 years of MY salary, so I did not receive any financial headache. After a patch I tried some dates with other char, but there was never any medicine, if you know what I mean..

A few months later, Sue's son got married. I was asked to be parting of the head 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 attain it permanent"She said she will drive there tomorrow.

They next day, she arrived about noon. I made some lunch. After luncheon we had a long talk. Then, she took my bridge player and chair me to the bedroom. She said :"It's been way too long for both of us, let's please each early like we used to."She started taking off her clothes. Who am I to argue ? I noticed her leg were still muscular, and she was in good physical body, as also I was. I commented on this, and she said while she was teaching, she coached the girl softball team. Then, in a mischievous vocalism she said"cowgirl ?"I said"ride em cowgirl"

We did that, and some other location. We lay in bed and talked more. Her husband did not like cowgirl and any location where he was n't the `` team captain ''. She said although her married man 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 exam, either receiving or giving. Her spiritual background was quite big. However, I learned to live with it being she was a large wife otherwise.

After 6 month, we got married. She gave her house to her son, and we made my house our home. I had a more New plate, in the suburbs, with a pond and an exercise way. With the combination of her village and my wife's life-time insurance, we did not have to knead. We were retired in our 50s. We both volunteered for the world school arrangement to help problem baby get thru school.

She had brought a lot of corner which got placed into my storage area over the garage. 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 souvenir, and we found the well used, dog-eared sex book of account we used as teen. We laughed, cried and went to the bedroom .