1 comments/ 19296 views/ 4 favorites Fire Island 1960 Something Ch. 01 By: leBonhomme This is the beginning of first person series that starts with "Everything before my First Time, which will be posted when this and the 2nd chapter are approved. There will be more chapters, but also stories with other names that involve "me" but with other persons. I hope you find then enjoyable. Comments and votes would be appreciated. * My first time? Last August on Fire Island. I was at our family's place with my sister and her husband. They had married in May. They weren't too happy to have me along for two weeks, but they couldn't refuse, and I tried not to intrude. Actually we got on real well. He was nice. One morning after breakfast, I was out swimming. It was a Monday, and there was almost no one on the beach. There were nice waves and I was body surfing - like they do in Australia, trying to ride the waves without a board. It was going pretty well. A girl in a bikini started to watch me and then swam closer - I was swimming where the waves were best - and she started to try it too. I felt better about not swimming alone. She was a pretty good swimmer and imitated me, trying to get up speed when a wave came so that she could ride it, and had some success, and I nodded and waved encouragement to her. After one good wave that we both caught, riding it into the shallows, she got up, and I saw that her top had slipped off her breasts. It was one of those with just two triangles of cloth with a string around her back. I thought she would be embarrassed and turn away, but she just smiled and looked down and unhurriedly adjusted them back in place and then smiled at me again and called: "That was a real good one." "Yeah," I replied, a little embarrassed at having seen her breasts - long enough to see that there was no tan line on them - and surprised at her nonchalance. That broke the ice, so to speak, and she swam closer for the next wave, and I saw that she was older - no teenager, maybe twenty-five or so. After some more waves - I was doing better than she - when we again caught one together and stood up, she said: "Hi. You're good at that. Thanks for showing me how. It's fun." "You learn pretty fast Never tried it before?" "No, but I've watched guys in Australia doing it. The waves are bigger there. Are you staying out here?" "Yeah, at our family's house, with my sister and brother, married in May." " I bet they're pleased to have your company." "Not really. And you?" "Yeah, we've rented that house over there," and she pointed to a place a little further away. We walked up on to the beach and I picked up my towel - hers was further along in the direction of her house. I was wondering who "we" were. "Want to come up to my place; doesn't sound like your sister and brother-and-law will miss you." No, I thought, wondering again about the "we," and then saw that she had a wedding ring and an engagement ring with a big stone. She saw my glance and answered my question: "My husband stays in the city during the week. Come on." So we walked along and picked up her towel and then want up to the house. It was a nice one with an enclosed patio, empty of personal things - unlike ours - a rented place. I was wondering what we would do, what she would suggest. By now she had told me that she had been a stewardess with United, how she had gotten to Australia, and she had asked me about my figure and heard that I was a gymnast. I guess it was about 10:30 by then. We stood around for a moment both silent, then she asked if I would join her for a glass of champagne. I was surprised - that early in the morning? "There are a couple of glasses in the bottle from last night, ... and it won't get better." I agreed, thinking that stewardesses are accustomed to serving and maybe drinking at all times of the day. So she got the bottle from the fridge. We drink a glass of wine with meals, me too, and of course I had drunk a beer or two, but usually I was in training, but I figured it would be too impolite to refuse, so we had a glass, not saying much - it was good champagne. After a few sips, she empty her glass and said she wanted a shower, and asked me if I wanted one too. Afterwards, it occurred to me that the way she asked could have been an invitation to join her, but at that moment, I just agreed and told her to go ahead, that I would take one when she was finished. She nodded and turned and went towards the bathroom, untying her bikini top as she went. She had a good figure. Yeah, now I remember that she untied the neck string first and was thinking that was unusual, her top immediately dropping down around her hips. Didn't most girls untie it in back and then slip it over their head? I sipped my champagne, wondering what we would then do, hearing the shower - she had left the door open - wondering about the way she had let me see her breasts and tantalizing me by letting me see her taking off her top that way. Then I heard the shower stop and her drying herself. As I emptied my glass, she came out with her towel just slung around her hips. God, I was surprised! She really did have nice ..., had a good figure. She just looked at me and smiled and said she liked to sunbathe nude. My ears must have been scarlet - not just my ears! I just mumbled that I had notice - on the beach - and went past her to the bathroom as she said that she would be on the patio. I was starting to get a hard-on and realized that this was going to be an experience I hadn't anticipated. Would she be lying naked on the patio when I returned? Would she expect me to join her - like that?! It sure seemed like she was tempting me. Tempting me for what? I suddenly thought of Joseph and Potiphar's wife. I took my shower, trying to avoid getting more aroused - it didn't want to go down - wondering if I should put my Speedo back on, but then decided to risk it. If she could, wanted to - maybe she had a bottom on under her towel - I would see what happened. Knowing my sister and brother were having sex whenever they could, had made me more than curious. So I wrapped the towel she had laid out around my waist and took my Speedo with me - in case she had a bottom on - but when I got to the patio, she was lying there on her stomach on one side of her big towel with nothing on, nothing at all! Arousing! And she obviously had an overall suntan. She had her head turned away from me and when she heard me, just raised it and glanced at me and then turned back and patted the towel next to her. Obviously, she expected me to join her. I hung my shorts on the corner of a deck chair and took off my towel, thankful that she couldn't see me, and then stretched out next to her. This was going to be difficult, I thought, my thing didn't want to be down between my thighs. "Hi - again," she said: "Shocked?" "Yeah, a little," I replied: "Maybe more than a little." "That's all right. Just enjoy the sun." "Yeah," I answered, and closed my eyes, enjoying it and trying to forget the situation I was in. After a couple of minutes, she said: "Oh, you probably need sunoil on your bottom. Here, I'll do it." Before I could say anything, she rose back on her knees and took the bottle and squirted it on my ass and then spread it around with one hand as she looked down at my face, her bare breasts more than tempting me to look at them. Then she lay back down again. I again closed my eyes and tried to control my arousal: just think about the sun, just the nice warm sun. After a few more minutes, she spoke again: "Nice, isn't it? "Um-hmm," I replied. After a few moments she spoke again: "You're not as old as I first thought, with all your muscles. Can you really do flips and handstands and all that stuff? I saw it once on TV, I guess at the Olympics?" "Yes, the whole lot, that and on the bars and horse. On the rings, I'm not so good." "Horse? That's the thing with two handles where you swing your legs all around?" "Um-hmm." "Are you good?" "Pretty," I admitted: "I want to compete for the national team." "Really! That much man lying right next to me!" She raised her head and turned to look at me for a moment. The talk about gymnastics had let me forget that, but then her last comment immediately brought me back to my position, lying there naked next to her, all naked. What did two naked persons next to each other think about?! My thing was telling me, definitely uncomfortable where it was. Was she thinking about that ... too? Had she planned this, an attractive young woman with her husband away for the week? Letting me see her breasts on the beach, and now this?! The thought didn't diminish my thing's discomfort. On the contrary. She seemed to be relaxed, lying there. I rolled away from her on my side and let it move. I could roll back with it in a different position, but at the moment it was pleased to be free to move, and I could now look at her, down her body, the curve of her ass - also no tan line. She must like to be naked in the sun. My thing was telling me how it felt about that. Just as I was about to push it up and roll back on my stomach, she rolled towards me onto her side. God she was sexy, her hips swelling up from her waist! My thing bobbed in appreciation, but what was I going to do with it?! "God, it's nice to lie in the sun," she remarked. "Um-hmm," I agreed: "You must really enjoy it out here." Still wondering what to do with my now fully aroused thing. "Um-hmm, you can tell. I just love to feel the sun on my body." No, I realized, there wasn't a shadow of a tan line, on her back or on her hips or ass. God, it was tempting to stroke her side, to touch this nice female body! Did she want me to? Wasn't she inviting me to? If I were as old as she had first thought, wouldn't she expect me to? Stewardess: one had heard that they were ... "easier". She had instigated this situation, knew what she was doing from the start, down on the beach, inviting me to the house, champagne, showering - maybe together? Now or never! I let my fingertips gently stroke her side - she could slap them or roll away if she was displeased, but she didn't do anything, so I continued, exploring a little further, down to her waist. "Mmmm," she sighed softly. No she didn't mind. She must have wanted me to, expected me to. Good that I didn't disappoint her. But what was going to happen next? Kid, I thought, your thing is going to get a sunburn if this continues. The sun felt good on it. I let my fingers slide up the curve of her hip and then back down to her waist. She really didn't mind, wanted me to. My hand slid back up her hip, and I felt her clutch her thighs together. Oh, she was aroused too! Of course, who wouldn't be, even if she had planned this, or because she had planned it. My hand slid back to her waist and up her side again. By now, I had stopped worrying about my thing, but then she rolled towards me onto her back, and it brushed her hip and then stayed in contact with it, twitching. God, I was embarrassed! I rolled my hips back so that it didn't touch her. "Mmmm," she sighed again, and looked up at me. "You too? That's nice. Don't be embarrassed. It's sort of a compliment" "Yeah, I guess," was all I could reply, blushing deeply. Her elbow came down between us and then she reached her hand up and stroked my cheek. My hand had slid onto her stomach, and I explored with my fingers. "Um-hmm, just relax. This is nice." Yeah, I thought, just relax, and nodded with an "um-hmm." She lowered her hand down to her shoulder, and I thought: she wants me to touch her breast. Yes, her nipples were all hard, with goose bumps around them, not that I had any experience to know, but they just looked so aroused, and slid my hand up and held her breast. "Um-hmm!" she sighed. She obviously wasn't going to stop me, I thought, and if she didn't want to stop me, she wanted me to do more, and moved my fingers on her nipple. "That feels good," she said, and I noticed her stomach draw in, and continued, exploring with my fingers, around it and flipping over it and rolling and pulling it as she encouraged me with satisfied little noises in her throat. "The other one too," she said, and I slid my hand over, finding it, and my thing touched her again. "That's nice too," she said: "feeling that you're aroused." I hadn't noticed that it had touched her, and was again embarrassed, but obviously she wasn't. It twitched as I rolled her nipple between my fingers and cupped her breast with the rest of my hand. God, it was arousing to hold a woman's bare breast. I had squeezed a couple of girls' through their bras, but this was so much better. How far did she want to go? She was lying there naked in my hand, the sun shining down on her naked body, on her naked sex! She drew her knees up and rocked them back and forth a couple of times and then let them flop open, the one on my thigh, letting the sun shine right on her sex! "I want to hold you," she murmured and slipped her hand under my arm and found my thing. God, it was aroused! "Mmmm," she sighed, just holding it - thank God! If she had moved on it, I might have come, I was so aroused. Did she want me to touch her, slide my hand down to her pussy?! "Um-hmm," she sighed, in reply to my unspoken question as I pulled at her nipple. "Um-hmm." Oh, I wanted to! My hand slid down, slid over her hipbone and past it. She didn't have any hair! Were there girls who didn't have any hair -- like statues? But then I felt a fine stubble. As my fingers moved further down, over the curve of her sex, she squeezed me and nodded: "Um-hmm, I shave it. My husband is Lebanese and likes it that way, like the women in the Orient do." She looked over at me. "Oh, ... yes," I replied, remembering that somewhere I had heard that Moslem women shave their pubic hair, and then wondered about her husband - a Lebanese Potiphar? - not the best subject in our position. She moved her hand on me and rubbed me with her thumb, and my fingers explored further. God, it was arousing, to be touch a woman's pussy, up and down on her slit. Maybe that is not an attractive word for it, up and down on her lips ... really touching a woman's sex! "Um-hmm," she encouraged me, squeezing me again, and closed her eyes. Mmmm, I thought, she really wants me to, wants me to arouse her. How far does she want to go?! My fingers explored, feeling her inner lips - all slippery - and then up on a firm little swelling. "Uhnn!" she gasped and her thighs twitched as she squeezed me again with a sighed "Yes." Her clitoris?! I had read or heard about that. She really wanted it! I rubbed her with my thumb and let a finger slid down between her lips and found her opening and slipped into it. "Oh, yes," she sighed again and started to move her hand on me, and I moved my finger in her. She was so warm and slippery! Suddenly her other hand was on mine, encouraging me and pushing my finger deeper into her as her other hand moved on me. And then I came, all over the place, all over her stomach, but still she kept moving my hand in her, sighing and moaning. And I was still so aroused, my thing still hard in her hand as she kept moving my hand., her thighs twitching. "Mmmm, yes, good," she murmured: "come, do it to me. I want you in me," and let her thigh slip down and pulled my thing towards her. She really wanted it! Did she think I could still, after having just come? What about ...? "Don't we need a rubber or something?" "Hm-umm," she replied, and opened her eyes and shook her head. "Just do it." She let go of my thing - hell, my cock! - and and brought her arm up over my head and drew me to her as her other hand found my thing - my cock - and drew me up over her and guided it into her sex. "Uhn-unnn!" she sighed as it slipped into her. "Oh, that so good!" And it was for me too, better than I thought it could be after having just come, and better than I had ever imagined, so tight and slippery and warm. And she was holding my ass and encouraging me to move in her - as if I needed any - pushing it in and out as I looked down at her, her eyes closed as she sighed and gasped, panting with me until I came again. I didn't know I could come twice in such a short time, but then I had never done it before, really make love. Well, maybe "making love" was not the best expression for what we had done, but really doing with a woman. When I stopped, she sighed and opened her eyes and smiled at me and kissed me and said it was real good, and thanked me, and I thanked her, wondering which of us owed the most thanks, and then wondering if it really been good for her, if she had really come. How can a guy tell if a girl has really had an orgasm, I wondered, recalling stories that girls often faked it. After we rolled over on our sides, she held my hip and I stroked her breast and again asked her if she was sure we shouldn't have used a rubber. To my surprise, she explained that she was already pregnant, well at least she thought she was - two weeks overdue -- and anyway, it didn't matter: I had the same colored hair and eyes as her husband. "And you really shot your wad before," she added. I was surprised at her choice of words, sounded common, but had to agree. I sure had, but said it felt like I had come just as much the second time, surprised at myself for saying it. Nothing like having sex together to lower the barriers of communication. "I'm glad, for you," she replied, again making me wonder if she had come, had an orgasm. We lay there for a few moments. I was still holding her breast. She let her hand slip down and fondle my sex, now all soft, exploring with her fingers around and holding my balls. "Was it your first time?" Her sudden question surprised me and made me start to blush. She was looking me straight on. "Um-hmm," I admitted, feeling my cheeks flush. "Um-hmm, thank you." "Oh, I'm glad; I don't know if I ever did it with anyone his first time. I doubt it." She fondled my balls affectionately - well that's the way I interpreted it; it felt affectionate, and good. "I like you" - it was affectionate - "You're the nicest thing that has happen to me this summer." "That goes for you too," I replied: "for me." "That's nice," and she fondled me some more, my balls and then my cock, her fingers were exploring all around it, moving the skin on it and then following around the grove and over the knob and on the hole. "I just can't let go of you," she said, and smiled. "Feels good; I never imagined how good it could feel," and held her breast, raising it a little and then rubbing around her nipple with my thumb. "Um-hmm," she answered: "I like that too." After a minute or two, she said: "Maybe we should go in ... before you get a sunburn where it might hurt." I agreed and we got up, standing looking at each other, looking at her breasts and then at her shaven sex. Like a little girl's, I was thinking, remembering my little sister when she was three or four. "Nice, isn't it? American girls shouldn't just shave under their arms." "Yes," I agreed, looking back up at her face, embarrassed a little at her having noticed my glance. "Mmmm, you really are strong, ... like a Greek statue, or one of a Roman gladiator. Can you do a flip here?" I looked around, figuring how much space I would need, wanting to make up for having stared at her sex. "Yeah, a back flip. I wonder what it looks like naked." "I bet it is good." I took a couple of testing steps on the patio and then did a back flip, not as good as in competition, but almost extended. I was worried about landing without a mat. "Wow, that was impressive, a future national gymnast doing it just for me, and not just a flip." I bowed as in competition, thinking she wasn't so bad with her words, even it she used a common expression. Fire Island 1960 Something Ch. 01 We went into the house, and she said she wanted another shower, always felt fresher after one, when she had been sunning. This time I agreed and we had one together. That was nice, soaping each other ... all over, yes, there too. I was surprised when she did it to me, but she seemed to take it for granted, and it felt good, and also doing it to her. She just smiled at me when I did it, as though she liked it and appreciated that I did, while I was thinking: Kid, you've come a long way today. After we dried ourselves, she asked if my sister might be wondering where I was, maybe worried, if I shouldn't call her, which was a good idea. Before I did, she suggested that I stay for lunch and say that I would be home for dinner. So I called her. She didn't sound like she had missed me, but was appreciative that I called, asking where I was. Trying not to sound flustered, I answered that I had met some people on the beach and was over at their place, and that I would be back by dinner time. My sister seemed to like the idea that I wouldn't be around in the afternoon. When I hung up, she smiled at me. We were still naked, which seem normal now, to my surprise, but not so normal that I didn't feel my cock stir. "That's good," she said: "Didn't want to tell her you'd been spending the forenoon like she probably was." "Hm-umm," I replied with a grin, feeling it stir again. "Want to have lunch now, or a siesta first," she asked. "Whatever you want," I replied. "Why don't we lie down and talk for a while," and she led me into the bedroom, a big bed. We stretched out on the cool sheet, not touching each other, looking at the ceiling, silent for a while. I was wondering about her, her Lebanese husband, stewardess, where she came from. When she didn't say anything, I finally spoke: "You know all about my first time, thank you. What about yours?" "You mean the first time I did it?" "Um-hmm." "Hmm! Hm-hmm! Oh, it probably could have been when I was sixteen; I sure wanted to, wanted him to, but he was too scared about what might happen. Good thing; I wasn't thinking about that. "But when I was eighteen - just eighteen .... It was Thanksgiving, and my mother's nephew visited us. He was in Marine training at the Great Lakes Training Center near us in Michigan, closer than his home in Wisconsin. I hadn't met him before. I guess he was about twenty. Gee, he looked good in his uniform when he arrived before Thanksgiving dinner, and nice. I'm an only child, so it was pretty festive having someone for Thanksgiving dinner. Mother had thought we should go to the church young people's party in the evening. Before, I hadn't been too keen on the idea, but with him as a 'date', I thought it would be good, showing my girlfriends and the boys what kind of a guy I had along. "He went along with the idea, and Dad said he could use the car, which really made it special for me. So off we went in the evening, and had a good time, and my friends were ... adequately impressed. Of course, a church do didn't go on too late, and there was no drinking - probably part of Mom's consideration - so we drove home. We had been dancing, close, and in the car I moved over next to him, and he put his arm around me. Oooh, I felt good, aroused, wondering if he would kiss me, hoping he would want to. "When we got home, Mom was still awake, and called down that we shouldn't stay up too late, but that implied that we didn't need to go to bed immediately. I tried to act grown-up and asked if he wanted something to drink, wondering what I could offer him. He asked if I thought he could have a beer. I wasn't sure, but we had all had wine with dinner, so I thought I could, and got a bottle, and we sat on the sofa while he had a sip, and then offered me one, and we each had a few more till the bottle was empty. "I was feeling a little wicked, drinking, and aroused to be alone with him, and he again had his arm around me. Oooh, I could bet he would want to kiss me. And when he held me a little closer, I looked up at him and he did. Oh, it was good, French kissing - knew about that - but not with a grown man. "By now he was holding me on his lap, and his hand slipped down onto my breast. Oooh, that was good! And I wasn't offering any resistance, especially not when his fingers started to find my nipple, even through my bra and dress. I just sucked his tongue and nodded, and when he didn't go further, reached down and unbuttoned my dress. That really encouraged him, and his hand slipped inside it, on my skin and then sliding under my bra, and then sliding my strap off my shoulder and holding my naked breast, playing with my nipple. Oh, that feels good when a girl is aroused, makes her feel good down in her pussy. "And he was aroused too. He slid me back and let go of my breast for a moment and reached down and adjusted his cock. Just like that, letting me know he was aroused. When his hand returned to my breast, and we were kissing again, I let my hand slid down between us and felt it. So hard and big! And he didn't mind, and I held it while he played with my nipple and sucked on my tongue. "Finally he stopped - I never would have - and smoothed my dress back over my breast and said we had better go to bed. Upstairs, his room was next to mine, we said goodnight. I told him he could use the bathroom first. In my room, I stripped off all my clothes, relishing being naked and the thought that a man had been kissing and fondling me, and that I had been holding his penis. When I heard him leave the bathroom, I slipped into my nightgown. Usually I wore panties under it, but not that night, and went to the bathroom. "When I came out, I heard both my parents snoring. Oh, I was still aroused, from before and knowing he was just a door away, and thinking he must still be aroused too, having been holding my breast and letting me hold his cock. He must still be aroused, and awake. "I opened his door as quietly as I could, and waited to hear my parents snore again, and then slipped into his room. Of course, he was awake and made a surprised sound, but didn't say anything when I slipped under the covers. "Shit! He must have thought I had a lot of experience, daring to do that. Oooh, it was nice and warm in his bed, in bed with a man! And he didn't disappoint me, putting his arm around under my head as I slid my hand up his chest. And then he turned and kissed me and his other hand found my breast, and then found the buttons and was back on my skin. "Oh, you know, you can trust the Marines. And my hand was soon back down on him, and then finding the slit in his boxer shorts, holding a man's bare cock! God it was arousing! more doing that than what he was doing: holding his big, hard, hot cock! Discovering its form, pushing the skin back - he wasn't circumcised - and finding the grove. Oooh, and he was liking it, and wanting to touch me too. And I wanted him to. First he tried to reach down the top of my nightgown, but then he gave up and started to gather it up. I could have stopped him by lying on it, but I wanted it, to feel him touch me, and raised my hips so he could shove it up. And then his fingers were on me, on my mushie - that's a German word for it that we use in the family, well, my mother and I. Someone told me it's crude, but it sounds sweet - my 'mushie' - and his fingers were on, all over and in it, really in it! He must have had experience. Moving as my hand moved on him, and kissing, while both our hands moved, his finger really in me as I moved on his cock. "And then his body jerked, and his cock twitched, and then again and again, and then I felt his come slide down onto my thumb. God, I had done it! Made a man come! And his finger was feeling so good in me, but then it stopped moving. He took it out and held my hand on his cock and murmered: 'Thank you. That was so good. That was the best Thanksgiving I ever had.' "Oh I was pleased. It was so arousing and nice to give someone an orgasm, but it hadn't been one for me, even if it had felt good. God, now I wanted to feel a cock in my mushie, really do it, really ... fuck. Yes that word, not some euphemism like 'making love.'" I was a little startled by her use of the word and looked over at her, and she at me, smiling. "And then?" I said: "You still hadn't done it." "Not that night," she replied: "the next morning. "I slipped safely back to my room, still aroused, and did it to myself. The next morning, at breakfast, I was worried about how it would be with him, but it went fine, and then my parents said they wanted to go into town; we lived a little outside. That was fine with me, and I offered to do the dishes, and he offered to help, so we did, while they left, saying they would be back by lunch time. Oh, that sounded great, two or three hours alone with him. How was I going to get us back 'in the mood'? "But while I was doing the pans, he stood behind me, close. I could feel his breath on my neck, and then felt his hand on my waist, and he then softly said: 'Thanks again for last night. That was a real nice surprise, not just that I have such a nice cousin.' 'Um-hmm,' I replied, 'for me too,' and then he kissed my neck, and I felt my nipples harden. 'Mmmm, that feels good,' I said: 'You know what you're doing to me?' He nodded as his mouth slid up to my ear, arousing me more. 'We've got to finish here, first,' I said, and he stopped and started drying the pans as quickly as I could wash them. "When we were finished, he turned to me and asked: 'And now?' 'Yes,' I replied: 'let's go back to your room.' And we did. Oh, I wanted to be all naked with him, to see him naked, and for him to see me. I stepped closer to him, and he put his arms around and we started to kiss. Then I brought my hands up between us and started to unbutton his shirt, and then whispered: 'Quick, let's take off our clothes, I want to see you this time.' He nodded and started to undress me and pretty soon we were only in our underwear. I could see his cock pressing against his shorts, not standing up, but wanting to. I remember wishing that I had had a sexier bra. 'The rest too,' I said, and he stripped off his T-shirt and then came and slipped my straps off my shoulders and reached around and unhooked my bra. God, I was excited! Then I reached down and pulled down his shorts - my bra sliding down my arms. And he pulled mine down, and then we embraced, all naked, my breasts against his hairy chest, and feeling his cock pressing against my thigh as we kissed, moving, wanting to rise." "Oh, I'm arousing myself telling you this." I glanced over and saw that her nipples were all tight. "That's nice," I replied. "me too," and scratched and moved by balls under my enlarged cock. "And then?" I asked. "Then we stepped back, stepped out of our underpants, and looked at each other. Oooh, his cock was so big, full, standing out from his balls, and my breasts were so aroused, and he was looking at them and down at my mushie, my furry, grown-up mushie. And all his hair, on his chest and around his cock. It was cool in the room, and I shivered, but not from the cold, I was so aroused, quivering with arousal." I saw her hand find her breast. "'Let's get in bed again,' I said, and we did. God, all naked, embracing, our legs entwined. And then he slid his head down and started to suck my breast. 'Mmmm, yes!' I whispered. Oooh, it felt good, in my mushie too. 'I want to do it, really do it,' I whispered, and he nodded slightly while he still sucked on my nipple. 'Will you do it to me, really, please?' I asked. He moved his head back up to the pillow and looked at me for a long moment, and I nodded my head. Oh, I wanted it, wanted it to happen! 'You really want to?' he asked softly. 'Um-hmm,' I replied: 'Yes, I want it, I want to ... want to feel you in me,' and felt myself start to blush at having said it, said it so directly. He stroked my flushed cheek and nodded, and then said: 'I want to, too,' and then kissed me, rolling half over me, his stiff cock on my belly. After a minute or two, he stopped and whispered: 'But first I need to get something.' "I wondered what, as he slipped from under the covers, but as he was finding something in the pocket of his uniform jacket, I suddenly knew he was getting a rubber. That hadn't occurred to me at all before. I would have done it without one, but then I was relieved and pleased that he had thought of it. Oh God, I thought, what if he hadn't, and I got pregnant?! But now it was going to be all right, and so good, the first time, really doing it! "He slipped back into bed, and I found his cock with my hand, not so stiff anymore, and fondled it as he unwrapped the rubber, then he held my breast and aroused my nipple as I felt his cock stiffen again, and he reached down put his hand on my mushie, all over it with his fingers again, rubbing my clitoris and then slipping a finger into me, moving it, and then sliding his hand lower and pushing it all the way into me. 'Uhmmm,' I sighed. It felt so good! "'You really want to?' he asked again. I could only nod, I was so aroused. And then he let go of me and took the rubber and put it on. His cock felt funny in it when I held him again. And then he got between my legs, and I felt it on my mushie - God, about to do it! To have it happen! - and he reached down and felt me and guided it into me." I felt my cock slide up the inside of my thigh, it was so arousing the way she was telling it, and saw that she was now hold both her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, and my cock moved again, rolling up and lying on my pubic hair. "God, it felt so good, so big and deep in me! And I drew my knees up and he moved it in me, in and out and in and out. Who said the first time wasn't ever good?! It felt so good! And I felt my mushie move, and him sighing when it did. And then he was kissing me, fucking me with his tongue too, and then panting as he pumped his cock in and out my mushie, my wonderful mushie, being fucked for the first time, so good! And my hips just naturally moving to meet his thrusts, and my mushie moving as he went into me, again and again. Oh, I was going to come, if he just kept on long enough, I was thinking. Oooh, and then my mushie started to clutch him, his big cock so deep in me, clutching again and again. Oh, yes, coming, really coming with a cock in it! "When I relaxed and let my legs sink down, he stopped and just lay on me, both of us breathing heavily, his cock still in me. We must have lain like that for a couple of minutes. I was so thankful, so pleased and thankful, that it had been so good, that he had done it, done it to me, for me, so good, and had had a rubber. Did it feel any different without one, I wondered. "I felt his cock slip out of me, and then he rolled us on our sides, and I stroked his cheek and thanked him, thanked him for everything, like I had been thinking. Then I reached down and found his cock, all soft, still in the rubber, all moist and slippery from me, and slipped it off and felt his soft cock, sticky with his come. What did it look like, I wondered, and brought the rubber up and looked at it, the tip hanging down full of his come, a milky liquid." She paused for several moments, and I felt my cock relax. I rolled over and looked at her, and she turned her head and smiled at me. "That was a better story than I had expected ... Sounds like your first time was really good." "Um-hmm, it sure was, and the second and third times too. We did twice more. God, we were lucky that we had the chances. If my parents had suspected that we would do anything like that, even just petting, they wouldn't have left us alone together, or with adjacent rooms. "The last night was best, Saturday. We all went to a party, and they were drinking. He had offered to drive home and didn't drink, so they really enjoyed themselves, and, of course, at home quickly went to bed, and both snoring, no fear that they would wake up. And we did it real good. Oh, that was the best time. I came like never before, all wet. I hadn't known that could happen, that a girl could go all wet. Of course, I had been doing it to myself for a years, but never that good. He hadn't either, so we were both real happy to have had such a good one, a best one. His bed was soaked. I was terribly worried that my mother would notice, or maybe see the spots from his come on the sheet from the first night. But he stripped his bed in the morning and put the spread back on it, like I had told him it was usually left, and Mother just said that he was a most thoughtful house guest, and that she was going to write her sister and tell her how nice his visit had been. She didn't know half the truth, and never found out." She rolled towards me and reached down and fondled me. My cock was soft again and balls hanging down, and she gently weighed them in her fingers and then massaged my balls. "I wonder if men's balls are all the same size. Their cocks certainly aren't." "I guess you've seen a few," I replied, wondering how many, and wondering how she judged mine, and then realized that my remark wasn't very complimentary, relieved when she replied: "But they're all nice, ... and it doesn't really matter." She must have read my mind, adding: "No, that sounds maybe like I thought yours ..." and she held it up on her open hand "... was smaller than some." I was surprised that it was still flaccid. Before, I could never imagine it not getting stiff if a woman was touching it, even the thought of one's doing so gave me a hard-on. Yeah, I had had fantasies about how it could maybe be, but none of them was like this. "It's not, of course there are always some that are larger. I like it, when it's nice and soft." I felt it stir and replied: "Well, I hope it stays that way then, but I'm not sure it will." She slid her head down to my waist, and I rolled back on my back, and she rested her head on my stomach, still holding me, and murmured: "Well, I certainly don't mind if it doesn't." "That sounds like having your cake and eating it too." "Um-hmm," she replied, and fondled my balls, and then reached down and rubbed behind them between my legs. "Mmmm, you're all nice and sweaty," and she brought her hand up to her nose. "I like the smell of sweaty men, especially there," and she put her hand back on my balls with her thumb under my cock, and it stirred. "Mmmm," she hummed: "I want to do something that may surprise you, but I'm sure you're going to like it, ... and then, well, ...? I'm going to eat my cake and have it too." She slid her head down and kissed the tip of my cock. Yes, I was surprised. I had heard that some girls like to do that, to take it in their mouth, but that most didn't, and certainly hadn't expected that it would happen to me. But then after what had happen so far, what I could have anticipated? My cock had swollen by now, but was still resting on her thumb, and she raised it and moved her head further and took it in her mouth. God, she was really going to do it! Oooh, and it felt good! She was rubbing her tongue on it, and then sucked, sucked it deeper in her mouth and let her tongue move in the groove around my knob. God, it was already real stiff, and it felt so good, so arousing, and to think that she was doing it with her mouth on me; sucking my cock, more arousing than when we were doing it before! "Oh, yes, I like that. You're so right," I said. She nodded and hummed, moving it in her mouth, making it feel even better. She let it slip out, and it sprang up. She kissed it and then got up on her knees, saying: "I thought you would," and got down between my legs and smiled at me and then leaned down and started again; oooh, rubbing her tongue on the back of my knob, making my cock twitch. It felt so good! And it was arousing to see her doing it, to watch her doing it. Fire Island 1960 Something Ch. 01 Before - with her hand, and with mine on her, and when she had started with her mouth - it was sort of secretive, happening, but not where I could see it. But now I could see my cock in her mouth, see her moving on, see that she wanted to make it good for me, and it was feeling so good, and she was making purring-like sounds that made it sound like she was enjoying doing it. I felt like I was about to come, it was so good. Did she want to let me come in her mouth, I wondered. But then she raised her head and smiled at me again. "I was afraid I was going to come in your mouth, that felt so good." "I know, but not yet. I like to make it feel good, but now I want to feel it." She got up and knelt over me and reached down and rubbed it on her pussy - on her "mushie" - and then slowly let it slide into her. Good thing, she did it so slowly and then held still. I still felt like I was about to come. She just knelt there over me, real still, her breasts hanging - they didn't really hang, they were too firm to hang - her breasts over me, her eyes closed with a satisfied expression on her face. "Mmmm, that feels so good in my mushie; you feel so good in me, just having you in me." I held her breasts and played with her nipples, and she nodded, still holding her hips still. "Um-hmm," she sighed, "I like that." She leaned lower and forward. Oh, I thought, she wants me to suck on her. Mmmm, it was nice, sucking and licking her tight nipple. "Mmmm, that's good," she sighed and then moved her shoulders, and I sucked on her other nipple and tried to make it good for the first one with my fingers. It was so nice to be making it good for her, and I wondered what it felt like for a girl to have her breasts sucked and to have a cock in her pussy. However it felt, it must have felt good. She was just sighing and enjoying it. And my arousal had calmed. Of course, I was still hard, but didn't feel like I was about to come. She must have known I needed a pause, but then she began to move her hips, just a little, making it feel better for me again, and for her too, I guess, not moving up and down on me, just rocking her hips. I felt like I could enjoy it like that for a long time and then thought: of course, she wants to really come. It had been too short before, my first time, but now she wants to come like that time with her cousin, going all wet. I sure hoped we could, that I could hold off long enough. And then she sat up, pulling my cock in her back. She still had her eyes closed, with an intent, dreamy look, and then put her hand down and started to rub her clitoris. I was surprised, but she looked so contented, playing with herself, her stomach drawing in occasionally, and her mushie moving on me every now and then, not letting me forget where it was. In her "fucking cunt", I thought to myself, then very surprised at my spontaneous choice of words. I held her breasts again, and she nodded appreciatively as I pulled at her nipples and wondered if she just wanted to come this way, if she could, and how long it would take, and then thought again: yes, my cock is in her fucking cunt, and it didn't seem so crude or dirty this time; yes, we're fucking, really fucking, and she's masturbating herself, and if that makes it better for her, she should enjoy it. If she started to come, and her pussy/mushie started to contract like she had told, that would surely make me come too. And then it occurred to me that she hadn't contracted like that when we were on the patio, that she probably hadn't come at all the first time, and was a little chagrined at not have made it better for her, and really hoped she could this time. It took longer to tell all that than when I was thinking it. She was still playing with herself and moving her hips back and forth on my cock, making it feel good, no doubt, for her too. Suddenly she opened her eyes and smiled at me and then said: "I guess you're surprised," and glanced down at her hand. Her eyes closed again. Her fingers were still gently moving on her. "A little," I replied, "but you know what you like, what you want, and I sure want it to be good for you - this time - as good as it can be ... for me too." Her eyes opened again and she smiled again: "Me too, for both of us. I could do this for ever, just holding you and .... It's just so good, having your cock in my mushie and feeling you excite my nipples. My mushie likes it when you do that." Her eyes closed again, and her fingers continued as she rocked her hips again, and she was humming or moaning softly, so satisfied with arousing herself - and me too, feeling her mushie gently moving on my cock. Yes, this could go on for ever, I thought. "Uhnnn, uhnnn, uhnnn," she was moaning quietly, her mouth half open. God, I thought, girls have it good if they can keep enjoying it for so long without coming. "Uhnnn, uhnnn, uhnnn," she continued, and then without opening her eyes asked me to sit up and suck her breasts again. When I did, she got her feet around behind my ass, and I held her breast up to my mouth and sucked on her nipple, feeling the backs of her fingers as they still moved on her. My other hand was rubbing up and down her back. God, it was good, touching a naked woman, sucking her breast as my hand rubbed the nape of her neck and then slid down, all over her ass, and I hoped it made it feel good for her, and it sounded like it was as she kept moaning and sighing. "Kiss me." Her sudden almost command brought me out of the reverie of sucking her nipple. I had been enjoying like a baby. "Oh, kiss me, hold my ass." Her mouth almost attacked me, desperately moving and sucking on my tongue and thrusting hers in my mouth as I held her ass with both hands, gripping her and sliding my fingers along the start of her cleft. They seemed to want to rub the hard base of her spine and to touch the soft spot beneath it. And she was still moaning as we kissed, holding my shoulders with one arm as her fingers kept moving between our bodies as her hips rocked to and fro on my cock. "Lower," she whispered, "touch me lower down." I wasn't sure what she meant. "Please," she gasped. "like in the shower .... Rub it." And she began to kiss again, sucking hard on my tongue, like she wanted more of it. I understood now what she wanted me to do, and found her asshole and started to rub it. "Um-hmm!" she moaned with a nod, and I felt her contract on my cock, and felt her asshole contract too. "Yes!" she panted, "good!" And I did it some more and she contracted again, and then again. And then she clutched me with both arms around my neck, her head over my shoulder, and panted: "Fuck me! Fuck me!" And she started to move up and down on my cock, and I rubbed her and helped her ride up and down it, feeling her clutch my cock, her cunt and asshole throbbing, and she was gasping and panting: "Fuck it! Fuck it!" And then she started to come, streams of warm moisture flowing from her cunt, again and again, running down warm on my balls, and I was coming in the clutch of her pussy, in the clutch of her fucking cunt, and she was whimpering while she still hugged my neck, still riding up and down on my fucking cock while she still came. Sorry, that sounded pretty crude, using those words, but that's the way I felt then. Then suddenly she just slumped, hanging on my shoulders. I held her to me. It seemed like she might have just dropped to the bed if I hadn't. I could feel her heavy breathing, mine too, but she made no sound or move. God, I thought, we really did it this time. If I hadn't heard that girls sometimes pass out when it had been so good, I would have been worried, but now I was just thankful that I knew at least about that, and so happy it had been so good for her - and for me - and pleased and a little proud that I had been able to do good enough for her. Slowly she came to herself, raised her head and then kissed me gently before whispering: "Mmmm, that was real good. Thank you. That was just so good. You were so good, so good to me. I wanted that. God, did I want that! Thank you." And she kissed me again. I felt my cock slip out of her, and she slid off my lap onto the bed between my legs. She looked down at my soft cock and held it. "Thank you, cock," and then felt the bed. "Talk about sopping wet. That was better than that time with my cousin. Well not better in the end. Oh, maybe, yes; I didn't pass out: 'petit mort'", and she pronounced the final Ts . "Peti' mor'," I corrected her. "Oh, that's the correct pronunciation: 'peti' mor', thanks. A little death. And we didn't do it near so long. Now, I'm surprised that I really came so good that time, but real happy; it set a standard, one not often achieved. But that doesn't matter. Girls usually like it, even when it isn't that good, if it's good enough, and usually it is, if the guy has some experience." I guess I frowned or something, thinking about our doing it on the patio. "That's all right. I didn't really expect it to work, out there," and she nodded towards the patio: "and was pretty sure we would get a second chance. Yeah, sometimes I just like it to go on and on, like I said, when I do it to myself. That's so good, just letting it continue, like waves rolling up on the shore, just on and on, getting a little better, then a little less arousing, then better again, on and on. It's so good, good enough, satisfying enough. That's often how it is when I do it by myself, and then I just go to sleep. But it is much better with a man, with a cock in my mushie and the promise that when I want, we can start fucking, like we did - and then with your help. That was the cream on the cake, thank you." "My cream on your cake, eating it and having it too," I said, liking my turn of phrase. "Yeah," she replied and grinned at me: "I really liked that, wanted to feel it there, just like you did it. It's so arousing then at the end. Thanks. God, we did everything we could to make it good. That doesn't happen often. My husband doesn't like me to touch myself, doesn't like to know that I sometimes do it to myself when I'm alone. I guess he thinks it offends his masculinity." She looked a little disappointed and got up: "Can't have everything in life." We looked at each other, she at my slack cock and I at her lovely tanned breasts and little girl's bare pussy, also tanned. She looked like a statue. "You're lovely, ... like some sculptor's dream." She smiled: "Thanks. You're pretty good yourself, more than pretty good when you do it as good as that, a perfect score in bedroom gymnastics. Let's shower again." I laughed and sprang out of bed and joined her, thinking: Gosh, kid, you sure are lucky: your first time - your second time already - and you really made her come, learned how it is when a girl really comes, wow! This time under the shower, we were more intimate, soaping each other and then just standing under the water kissing as our hands explored, not embracing, our hands on each other's sex and then pressed together holding each other's ass and rubbing each other's asshole as we kissed. My cock was full but just pressing against her - between - her thighs, and it felt good, also her fingers on me. Finally we stopped and dried off and went back in the living room. Obviously we weren't going to put anything on. "Do you always go naked when you're alone?" "Um-hmm, out here during the week, when there isn't much chance that someone might come. Wouldn't you?" "I never thought about doing it, ... before; not many opportunities. It's nice. I wonder if they are, over at our place?" "I bet, if they are like other young couples. Ask them?" "They would wonder how I came to, what made me think of that." "Yeah, I guess so, and they would be right. Look at us!" She smiled at me and then looked down at herself. "What do you want for lunch?" "I don't care, but I sure am hungry." "That's good. So am I. Nothing like a good workout to work up an appetite. What about some eggs scrambled with sausage bits? No, I can make an omelette with sausage and cheese filling, and spices." That sounded good, so she started to make it, stirring up half a dozen eggs, saying: "This is going to ruin my supplies for the week, but I think we deserve it." I could only agree, standing near her, and then stroking her ass. God, it was nice, being so familiar, so sexy familiar, stroking down over her ass and gripping the inside of her thigh! And she liked it too, humming appreciatively, but then asked me to stop, "or I might spill too much salt," and smiled at me. So I set the table while she finished the omelette. She asked what I wanted to drink: "Water, milk, beer, wine?" Suddenly her question reminded me of stewardesses' offer in a plane, recalling the joke about offering "beer, wine or me?" I was about to remark on it, but then realized that she might not find it funny, certainly not original - or complimentary - and only asked if this was first or tourist class. She was quick with the reply: "You've made this first class," and winked at me, adding "thank you." "Not by myself, thank you. What do you recommend?" "I recommend a red wine with the omelette, but some people prefer beer. I'm going to have the wine." "I think I'll have a beer," I replied, thinking I was also pretty thirsty, and feeling a bit bad about breaking training, but grinned at myself, recalling her "perfect score in bedroom gymnastics". "What are you grinning at?" she asked, and I told her, and she laughed with me, and then got the wine bottle and asked me to open it while she dished up. It was a real good omelette, and I was thankful that she had offered me a large can of beer, and she had at least two glasses of wine. We were feeling pretty good for a Monday afternoon, not even considering everything else, and it seem fully normal to be sitting at the table naked, well, almost normal, if I didn't look at her breasts, and once when I did, she teased me when she noticed, bringing her hand up under one and moving it. Oh yes, the sexual tension was a nice background to everything that happened. How could it be otherwise? After we cleaned up, she asked if we should go back in the sun, which sounded like a good idea. This time, after the lunch and beer and all, I felt like I could really relax, so we did, and it was good. She spread sunoil on my bottom again, and when I turned over, laughed and oiled my hips and cock and balls, playing with them a little, smiling at me as she did it. The sun felt real good on my naked sex, and she agreed, when I mentioned it. Usually we were touching each other some way, holding hands, or with a hand on the other's body, however we were lying. I dozed off, both of us lying on our backs with my hand on her hipbone. I woke up when she rolled on her side, at first thinking I was lying on our own deck, but then slowly recalling where I was and opened my eyes. The sun was lower, and she was looking at me. I turned my head to her, and she smiled: "You look so sweet, lying like a big baby," and I suddenly recalled that we were naked. "Some girls would be happy to have breasts like yours," and she reached over and held my far breast. "How do you know?" I asked without much thought. "That's another story," and her thumb moved around my nipple. Suddenly I wondered if she had held another girl's breast that way, "another story"? Had she done it with another girl? And I recalled that she was naked too. I raised my hand and rubbed the backs of my fingers against her, down against her smooth "mushie". "You're a pretty nice big baby too," and smiled at her and added: "and a lot of nice big girl," and reached over and felt her breast with my other hand. "Um-hmm," she agreed with a smile and squeezed my breast: "And like it, being your big baby girl ... up here and down there.," and she pressed her hips forward against my fingers. Oooh, that made my cock stir. I sat up and looked down at her, up and down her body. "Am I lucky or something," I said, more a statement than a question. "Not any more than me," she replied and smiled and opened her thighs. "Then we're both pretty lucky, ... or something," I answered, and she nodded and drew her thigh up on the towel and raised her other thigh and propped her foot on the other one. Her pussy/mushie open. Was she inviting me to do it again? I looked back at her face and saw her glance down along her body, and then back at me with another smile. Yes, she definitely was thinking about it, signalling with her body and eyes that she was thinking about it. How many times a day could a man do it! My cock was suggesting it was still interested. Did we want to ... fuck again? Just do it? She didn't look like she would say no, but I didn't want to start that fast. Oh, I wanted to see her pussy, see her mushie. My cock had been in it, twice, but I wanted to see it now, a woman's sex. And it didn't seem that she would mind or be surprised. Was she inviting me to lay my head on her thigh? I did. It was a real comfortable pillow. She move closer to me and drew my thigh up under her head, and I put my hand on her waist. She just sighed contentedly. It looked just about like I had expected, and I suddenly wondered how much difference there could be in the way they looked. "Like what you see," she asked, surprising me. "Um-hmm, I was wondering how different they could be." "You'll have to find that out for yourself," she answered, and we both chuckled. I wondered how much hair she would have had and let my hand slide down and explore, feeling the shaven area. It was larger than I had anticipated, and then my fingers slid down closer to her mushie, and she obliged me by raising her thigh straight up. "Thanks," I murmered, and pressed back her lips. Oooh, it was interesting, the folds of her inner lips and her clitoris. Her stomach drew in. Was she aroused? I slid my hand back up on her shaven area and she lowered her leg again, asking: "Satisfied?" "Yeah, especially what it can do." "Um-hmm, me too." We were silent for a while. Of course I was thinking about oral sex, with it right in front of my nose, and with her having done it to me, and with her telling about how it was to do it to herself. Certainly a tongue could excite as much as a finger. What did it taste like, I wondered. "Curious?" she suddenly asked. "Um-hmm. ... "Girls like it?" "Like what?" "Like what you did." "Guys doing it to, ... to me?" "Um-hmm." Hm-hmm! Nice of you to ask. Oh yes, of course they do, most of them, anyway, and a lot more than like doing it the other way ... like I did." She touched my cock. "That's a pity." "Um-hmm," she agreed, and then added: "Luckily for us, most men like to do, or at least are willing to." "Yeah, I can imagine. Anything to get at the seat of all evil." "Or the center of passion." "Yeah, that's better." We were silent for another moment. Obviously she liked it, the way she had spoken about it. I was curious. Who had done it to her the first time - not her cousin - some high school friend, an older man with experience, like an airline pilot or passenger? "Tell me something," I asked: "when was the first time you did it, I mean, that someone did it to you?" "You want another first time story? When are you going to do for the first time?" "When you've told me." "That's unfair! What if you don't?" "Oh, I will. I want to and am not going to miss the opportunity, ... unless you don't like it. ... Here, a kiss as a promise," and slid my head forward and kissed her mushie. "Um-ummm!" she sighed, "You know how to make a girl break her word. I promised never to tell, 'cross my heart and hope to die'." "Really?" "Umm-hmm, but I'll risk it." Fire Island 1960 Something Ch. 01 I looked at her pussy, full of expectation, but then she said: "No, I can't tell you. Sorry, I simply can't, ... not the first time. Sorry." "Oh! If you can't." I was really disappointed, but I still wanted to do more than just kiss her mushie and asked: " 'Cross my heart and hope to die,' kind of childish?" "Um-hmm." The second time?" "Hmm? Strange? I'm not sure. That pilot? Or that one? Hm-hmm! More than one of them, but flight crews meet again, and it happened again. Kind of confused which one was really the first one." I snorted, wondering about her experience, and then recalled that when she was talking about the size of cocks, I had said something about her having seen a few. Apparently she hadn't been bothered by my saying it. Then she chuckled and said: "Oh, no, I was just thinking about men." "Oh? The first time wasn't with a man?" "Um-hmm. Shocked?" I was, but thought if she could admit it, I wanted to hear the story, and then hoped that it would be instructive. I snorted and said: "A little, but if it happened, ... was the first time?" "For me too." "You did it, too?" "Hmm? Afraid that I did it first." "Oooh! Hope you liked it.!" "Oh yes." "Tell!" "But then you'd better do it real good." "As good as I can. Maybe I'll learn something." "Maybe. I hope so." Fire Island 1960 Something Ch. 02 "Oh, no, I was just thinking about men." "Oh? The first time wasn't with a man?" "Um-hmm. Shocked?" I was, but thought if she could admit it, I wanted to hear the story, and then hoped that it would be instructive. I snorted and said: "A little, but if it happened, ... was the first time?" "For me too." "You did it, too?" "Hmm? Afraid that I did it first." "Oooh! Hope you liked it.!" "Oh yes." "Tell!" "But then you'd better do it real good." "As good as I can. Maybe I'll learn something." "Maybe. I hope so." "It was during flight-attendant training. We shared rooms. My roommate and I weren't close friends, but got on well, but were usually pretty private about being naked, usually using the bathroom separately. She came from a pretty conservative religious background, but wasn't a virgin -who is, these days - but certainly hadn't been doing it like I had - and most of the girls in the program, most of us welcoming some action when we could get it. That was a new environment for her, also the big city, and maybe a little infectious, being away from home and that background and all. Anyway, she was dating too, when she could, but more with just one man than we - maybe than I - to be fair to the rest. One evening towards the end of our course, she was going out with him, and it sounded like they might end up in his apartment, and she was looking forward to it, had asked to use my best perfume. Yeah, it seemed like they would probably do it. "I didn't have a date that night, and was in bed in the dark when she came home. She was as quiet as she could be and left the lights off, and I pretended to be asleep, wondering that she was back earlier than I had expected. Then she got in bed, and after a few minutes, I heard her doing it to herself. We both did it sometimes, when we didn't think the other would notice, but probably she had noticed that I had done it, though we never mentioned it. Anyway, it surprised me, her doing it after what should have been a good date, and it was a little arousing to hear her, hear that she was becoming more aroused. "Finally, without thinking about what I was saying, just to let her know I was there, I whispered: 'You need any help?" She was suddenly still and I thought I heard her feet slide down the bed. Then she said: 'Oh, you're awake. I didn't want to disturb you. What did you mean?' Then I realized what I had said and replied: 'It just sounded like you needed help. I didn't mean it that way." "'Oh,' she said, sounding a little relieved. 'I thought it was going to be the big date,' I continued. 'Didn't it work out? What happened?' She was silent for a moment and then replied: 'Oh, it was going fine, and we were in his place and ... uh, ... had off most of our clothes, and then ... uh, ... then he wanted to kiss me ... uh, ... not on my mouth ....' I realized that he wanted to do what were talking about, and realized that where she came from that must be a taboo, that she hardly had words for it. "'Um-hmm,' I replied. 'But I didn't want him to; I don't do that. I think it's wrong, and ... and that it must be nasty, kissing someone there ...' 'But you washed before you went out.' 'Yeah, I know, but still ..., I just didn't want to, want him to. Oh, we made out some more, and he was touching me ... - ooh, did I say that? I never talked about doing it before with anyone - but I was turned off, and finally we stopped and got dressed, and I took a taxi back.' I was silent for a moment, and she continued: 'But I guess I was so worked up - even in the restaurant - that I wanted to do it now. Oooh, funny, telling you about it. I'm glad the lights are out; I'm blushing.' "'That's all right,' I said, 'everybody does it, even good girls, like you.' She giggled, and then said: 'Yeah, I guess. I'm not as good a girl as they think at home, wanting him to get in my pants ... but not that way. I wasn't that much of good girl back there. They still think I'm a virgin.' And she giggled again, and I thought that maybe they had been drinking too, and chuckled with her, and then said: 'Don't worry about me, if you want to do it, if it helps.' She giggled again, and then asked: 'You really don't mind?' 'Hm-umm,' I replied, 'and if it does, it will only turn me on, and maybe I'll do it too.' 'Oooh, that would be funny, both of us lying here doing it to ourselves, and she giggled again, and I thought for sure that she had a little too much to drink, and then heard her draw her knees up again, but she was real quiet about doing it now. "But I knew she was, and was aroused at the thought of her finger moving on her, or maybe in her, wondering how she did it, and then thinking, she knows I'm here and can hear her, even if she isn't making a sound, and nothing said we couldn't still talk, and said: 'You should have let him do it to you. Lots of people do, and like it.' 'Oh?' she said, and then after a moment: 'Really? ... You must know then.' 'Not really, but I know girls who do.' 'Oh,' she said, and she was silent for a few moments, but now I could hear that she was doing it, an occasional little moan, but not getting better, and I thought that my presence was probably inhibiting her, and now really wondered if she needed any help, and finally repeated my first question. "She was silent for a moment more and then giggled again and said: 'It seems like it. It doesn't want to get better,' and giggled again at her having said that, and I wondered what I was offering, what could I do to help her, and then asked before I knew what I was saying: 'Want me to suck your breast?' 'You want to?' she replied immediately this time. 'If you want me to. It might help. Yeah, I would like to.' She was silent again for a moment and then whispered: 'If you want to.' "I slipped out of my bed and knelt beside hers in the dark and found the edge of the covers and turned them back. 'You really want to?' she asked, and I nodded and then said 'umm-hmm' realizing that she couldn't see me nod, and touched her shoulder and then found her breast with my hand, covered by her nightgown. "She wore long, old-fashioned nightgowns, but, of course, she had it drawn up to her hips, and I slid my hand down and drew it up further, as far as I could, and she raised her hips and let me pull it up further, until my hand was back on her bare breast, not as big as mine, but her nipple was stiff, and when I played with it, I felt her body move from her nodding her head, and then I found it with my mouth, holding her breast with my fingers to press it up to my mouth and sucking and licking, and enjoying it, knowing it was feeling good for her, and could feel that her hand was moving on her, and that she was enjoying it now, less restrained about not making any sound, sighing and moaning more openly. "And then I felt her slide her other hand from under the covers and come up under my shorty nightgown and find my breast, her hand so much smaller than a man's, and her fingers delicately finding my aroused nipple, rolling and pulling at it gently like a girl would know felt good, and it did, and I nodded, and then she whispered: 'That feels good, what you're doing, ...' and I nodded, '... and touching you. I always wanted to hold another girl's breast,' and I nodded again. 'Is that ... funny?' I shook my head, and then released her nipple and replied: 'I don't think so. I always wanted to too, both ways. It's nice,' and I found her nipple again and felt her nod, and felt that she was moving her whole hand, probably with a finger in her pussy, and felt the fingers of her other hand extend to hold my whole breast, squeezing it as I sucked and her hand was moving on her pussy. "And then she didn't say anything else as she became more aroused, moaning and enjoying it, making me just as aroused to know she was, that she was wanting to come, and hoping she could, and then her hips moved, her whole body moved as she clung to my breast and moaned and gasped, whimpering, and I knew she was coming and was so happy for her, and aroused myself, wanting to hold my own, but found and stroked her cheek with the backs of my fingers instead, and when it was over, she moved her head like a cat against my fingers in appreciation. "Finally she spoke: 'Thank you, that was so good. I guess I did need help,' and then she giggled again. I licked her nipple again and then raised my head and stroked her cheek again and said: 'I'm glad, thank you too,' and held my other hand to hers on my breast, 'I liked doing it, helping you." She just squeezed my breast in reply, and rubbed her cheek on my fingers. I don't know why - of course, I do now - but then I asked if I could get in bed with her, and she just nodded on my fingers, and then moved over, which surprised me at the time, her simple acceptance of my suggestion, but I guess now, that her having let me help her may have made it difficult for her to refuse, or maybe the intimacy just made her accept it, my suggestion. And I was thinking that she was naked up to her breasts - she only wore panties under her nightgown when she had her period - and slipped my bottom down over my hips before I stood up and stepped out of it as I got into bed with her. "It was so nice and warm in her bed. I hadn't spent the night with a man yet, then, just having sex, like with my cousin, so it was a new experience to just be in someone's warm bed. ... No, it was like when I was little girl, being in my mother's bed. We just lay there for a moment in silence, facing each other on the single bed, and I was wondering what was going to happen, wondering that I had asked and she had agreed. Finally she said: 'Mmmm, this is like when I was a little girl, sharing a bed with my sister. We slept together till we were six or seven and moved to a larger house where we could have separate rooms, for my brothers too, one was older, the other younger than we were.' 'I don't have any brothers or sisters,' I replied. "'Oh,' she said, just in recognition of what I had said, and we were silent again, and I was thinking that she was probably wondering like me what was going to happen, wondering if she just expected me to say goodnight and go back to my own bed, or suggest that I do it some way, but then she drew her knees up a little to make it more comfortable to being lying on her side. We both had them straightened out when I got in bed, but that is uncomfortable, balancing on your side like that, and then I drew mine up a bit, and touched her knees, but she didn't react, so I didn't either. "I had one arm under my head and the other on my side, both of us avoiding touching each other in the narrow space between us, but then I brought my hand up from my hip, between us, touching her forearm with mine, and then we both relaxed a little, letting our weight shift towards each other, and just lay there, both of us now even more relaxed at having accepted we could lie more comfortably touching that way. In the dark stillness, I felt her breath on my face and realized that hers was so close, and that she must feel mine. " 'This is nice, she whispered, 'like with my sister sometimes - when we hadn't been fighting. You missed that, with no brothers or sisters - well maybe you didn't miss it. I could have done without it.' 'Um-hmm,' I agreed. 'This is just nice,' she added, and was silent. And I thought it was too, all warm and cozy, feeling her warm breath on my face, and I was hoping it felt the same for her. Well, of course, it did; she had said so. Then she whispered again: 'You think they really let them do it to them? And like it?' "It took a moment before I understood what she was asking. 'Um-hmm,' I replied. 'And they like it too, apparently, the guys that do it, ... from what they say, the girls.' 'Oh,' she said and was silent again. 'I wonder how many do it?' she then asked. 'I don't know,' I replied, 'the good ones,' and I smiled, but then realized she couldn't see me, 'from the way the girls talk about it.' 'They talk about it?' I heard the surprise in her voice. 'Not really, just that they had done it. ... I'm still waiting to find one.' She giggled and then said: 'Maybe you should go out with him, ... or maybe I should ...' and I was wondering if she would get another chance, and if she would really then let him do it. " 'You'd really let him do it?' she asked. 'Um-hmm, if he wanted to. I know it would feel good.' I felt her nod her head, and then she said: 'Yeah, I guess so, ... oh, sure it would, ... but I can't really imagine him liking it.' 'He wanted to,' I replied. 'Yeah, I guess ...' she answered and was silent again as it suddenly came back to me - with my little girlfriend - I knew how it felt - yeah, both ways - good, and certainly better now! "Then I felt her move her feet, felt them touch mine, not intentionally at first, but when I moved mine, touching hers, and she responded, it was evident that we both wanted a little more contact. Well, that's my interpretation now; at the time, I was just feeling it nice to touch each other a little more. Well, I guess that's about the same thing. Anyway, it was nice, and I put my foot over hers, rubbing it a little, and then raising my knee over hers so that our calves were overlapped, and she was liking it ... I've forgotten how I knew, but she did something that made me think so, and I had a sudden urge to hug her, to feel her body against mine, and moved my hand down onto her arm, down along her forearm and the up past her elbow, and she didn't say anything or stop me. "No, now I remember, she pushed her hand forward and touch me with the back of it, rubbing it a little on my chest, and I felt her breath as she sighed quietly, and felt her draw a deep breath and sigh again, and then she whispered: 'May I hold your breast again?' And I nodded, 'If you want to, if I can hold yours,' and she giggled softly and nodded as her hand slid down to the bottom of my shorty nightgown, at my waist and then touched my hip, and she said: 'Oh! You don't have anything on!' 'You don't either,' I replied as my hand left her arm and slid over the folds of her nightgown and touched her bare skin. 'I know,' she replied with a little giggle, 'but I thought you did. And then our hands found each other's breast again, playing with each other's nipple, and then all reserve was broken. "Our legs moved, holding each other's thigh, and I slid my other hand down to her waist, holding her at her hip, stroking her with my thumb, and then slid my hand down onto her stomach, and felt her clench my thigh as she anticipated that I wanted to touch her, maybe before I knew I would dare to, but her reflex only encouraged me, and I wanted to, and slid my hand down and touched her hair and felt her clench me again and moved my fingers on her hair, further down, on the curve of her pussy, and she only sighed and squeezed my breast, and I felt her raise her thigh slightly, inviting me to touch her, to slip my hand further, to let my fingertips find their way onto the bare skin at the start of her lips. "I was so aroused, wanting to, and then I was touching her, on her aroused clitoris, already firm, and she gasped and clutched my thigh with hers and then raised it so I could move on her, move on her moist inner lips and slide down and feel her opening, and she only sighed and moaned, wanting to feel me arouse her, and I did, and it was feeling so good to touch her, and I whispered: 'I want to kiss you,' meaning I wanted to kiss her pussy, but she pressed her face forward, finding my mouth with hers, and we kissed, gently, and then with our tongues as my fingers moved on her, and it didn't seem unusual at all the be kissing a girl. "Then I whispered: 'I want to kiss you like he did,' and she just nodded slightly and let me move my head down, kissing her breast as my finger moved on her, and then moving my head further, turning on the bed, sliding my mouth down her side, down to her hip, and she sighed and rolled her hips back and opened her thighs as my mouth slid further and I moved my legs up to the head of the bed and then slid my mouth down to her hair and was lying with my face to her pussy and then held her waist with both hands and kissed her hair and moved my head further down between her open thighs until my lips and tongue found her aroused and open lips and her firm clitoris, and she gasped again and brought her thighs up, under my head, and over it, curling her hips up to let me have her. "So good exploring in her cunt, her inner lips and her hole. Of course, I knew what what felt good, and she pressed it up to my tongue, inviting me to thrust it into her, gasping as I did, again and again, fucking her with my tongue. And it was so good, and to know how good it was for her, to know how it felt for her to have me doing it to her like I knew it would feel for me on my mushie. "And then I felt her hand brush my hair and then slide over my hip and felt her raise her head, and I brought my thigh up under it and felt her mouth on my hair, and raised my other thigh, and she pressed her mouth to my hair, kissing, and then I felt her tongue exploring in my hair, at first just a little, and then moving further around, further down, touching the bare skin at the start of my lips, and she moved her head a little further and let her tongue slide up and down my lips, and I rolled my hips in towards her and raised my thigh a little, inviting her to go further, to really touch me, and then her tongue slipped in between my lips, and I knew I was all moist and hoped she liked it as her tongue slid up and down between them. And then she drew me to her and buried her face between my thighs and was no longer just exploring, kissing and sucking, and then eagerly arousing me with her tongue. "And then we were both doing it, all over each other with our mouths, making it so good for each other, doing what we knew the other would like, in our holes and then on our clitorises, and it was so good, doing it and the way she was doing it to me, just on and on, making it so good, making our hips quiver against each other's mouth until we both came, came so good!" I moaned in response to her arousing story, and she rubbed my hip and said: "But not as good as you made me come, but as good as I had then." "Better than with your cousin?" "Hmm? Maybe not, different, and another first time." "And then?" "We just held each other. By now, both of us had our hands around the other's ass, and we just hugged each other that way, hugging our bodies together, feeling our stomachs pressing together with our deep sighs. Finally she spoke after a long sigh against my pussy: Oooh, oh my gosh!' I nodded with my head still between her thighs. 'Did I really do it too?' I nodded again, and then moved my head back and said: 'Um-hmm, thank you, real good.' 'Oh my gosh!' she said again and was silent and loosened her hold on me, letting our bodies separate, and then took her upper hand from my hip and extended her leg, and I did to. "Then she spoke again, almost in a whisper, apparently continuing her thoughts out loud: 'and I wanted it, for you to do it, and then I wanted to do it too! Oh my gosh!' I hugged her ass again, and then we were still for a long time, and then I felt her hand stroke my ass, just familiarly stroking, like you do a pet. " 'Oh my gosh!' she said again, 'I wish I'd let him do it; it was so good.' I nodded, and she was still again, and I was wondering that she hadn't said anything about two girls doing it together, not bothered myself by having done it. I had wanted to - like you, curious to try it. 'You don't mind that I did it?' she finally asked, 'I mean two girls ...?' I shook my head and then after a moment answered: 'Hm-umm, I wanted to, wanted to do it, to know what it was like, and to make it good for you. We were so aroused.' She nodded on my thigh. 'It just happened, and was good, ... and it was so good when you did it to me.' She nodded again and stroked my ass a little. I'm glad we did it,' I murmured. Fire Island 1960 Something Ch. 02 "She was silent again for a while and then whispered: 'Me too, really, but ... well, ... you know, ... where I come from in Missouri ... Oh, it doesn't matter,' and she stroked my ass again, and then asked: 'Have you ..., have you done it before?' I shook my head, replying: 'No, never, never thought about doing it with a girl. We're not like that. It just happened, ... and was good,' I added again. She nodded, but then shook her head: 'I don't know about me ... It was better than doing it with a man, for me, what you were doing. I don't know ...?' 'Um-hmm,' I nodded, 'sometimes it isn't this good with a man, ... but that doesn't mean we're ... different. We just naturally know better what makes it good for each other. Any girl would like it if it happened to her. We're just lucky. Who knows, maybe men do it even better.' "She giggled: 'I wish I had found out ... no, then I still wouldn't know, 'cause we wouldn't have done it,' and she giggled again, and then slid her hand down and played in my hair with her fingers and said: 'Whatever kind of girl I am, I'm not a good girl,' and giggled again. 'I think you're good,' I replied, 'you know how the joke goes: "And when she was good, she was very, very good, but when she was bad, she was better."' She giggled again, her fingers still exploring in my hair, and then slid her hand up my stomach and found my breast, holding it, touching my nipple, making it stiff, and then sliding down and holding the other one. "Can we turn on the lights?' she asked, 'Take off your top.' I nodded and said 'okay', and felt her sit up and start take off her nightgown before I did. Then she felt around till she found the switch to the table lamp. I blinked in the sudden light, and when my eyes became accustomed to it, saw her sitting on the bed looking at me and looked at her, and we both smiled a little self-consciously. 'I guess we wouldn't have done it if it hadn't been so dark,' she said, and I nodded in agreement. 'You have nice breasts,' she went on; 'nicer than mine, and looked down at her own and brought her hands up under them. "'Not nicer,' I corrected her, just a little larger,' and smiled at her when she looked back up at me and then said: 'You think so? That's nice. Funny, we've never seen each other naked, really naked, in all the weeks; maybe a backside, putting on panties, or a little from the side when putting on a bra, but not like this. Funny. I haven't even seen my sister naked - like this - since we got hair and breasts. She's real blond, much blonder than you. I wonder if her ... pubic hair is that blond too? Funny, I never thought about that before. Yours isn't.' "I was sitting cross-legged, so, of course, she could see mine, but she was sitting with both her knees to one side, so I couldn't see hers, but when I glanced down at mine, she surprised me by moving her leg so I could see hers and then said: 'Mine's about the same color. You have more than me,' and she touched hers and then lowered her leg again. "Then she glanced at her alarm clock and said: 'Gee, it's late. I guess we better go to sleep.' Yeah,' I agreed and started to get up from her bed. She reached out her hand and touched my hip, 'Thank you. That was real good. Gee, I never came twice in one night before, and not that good,' and she looked up and smiled at me, 'that was good.' I smiled back, and said so too, and then got in my bed, and we said goodnight and she turned off the light." I slid my hand up her side and found her breast and said: "I bet your breasts really are nicer than hers were." " I thought so too, but I wasn't going to tell her." I nodded and rolled her nipple between my thumb and fingers. "And then?" I asked. "Oh, at first in the morning it was a little funny. We had both gone to sleep nude, so when the alarm rang and we both sat up, our usual routine was immediately broken. At first we just smiled a little sheepishly at each other, but then got out of bed and looked at each other and laughed, and after that - till the end of the course - made no pretensions about not letting each other see each other naked, even sometimes tempting each other a little; one trying to use the mirror while the other was using the washbasin, touching inadvertently. It was nice, but we never talked about it again. "But we did it again, if that's what you want to know. Yeah, I guess neither of us had to do it to herself after that. No, that night we didn't do it, just went to bed as always before, maybe the next too. Since neither of us seemed to want to mention it again, there wasn't really a way to start again, but then one night, when I woke up after a nice dream, I started to do it, and she heard me - maybe I wanted her to. She giggled softly and asked if I needed any help, and, of course, that broke the ice, and she came in my bed .... "Yeah, after that we did it pretty often, I guess, when we happened to go to bed at the same time, just glancing a little at each other as we were getting undressed, trying not to make obvious that we were thinking about it, that we were both timing our actions so that the one who washed first wasn't already in her nighty. And then when we were both naked, we would sort of look at each other questioningly and then do it, after that second time with the bedlamp on. Sure, we both wanted to see it, each other's pussy. "Oh, once, when we both came home late; we did it and fell asleep lying that way. That was surprising, waking up with my head still on her thigh. I was thinking about doing it again, waking her up that way - that would be nice - but then she woke up too, and just turned around, and we fell asleep again in each other's arms. I was surprised that she hadn't gone back to her bed, but it was nice. Again in the morning, we were a little sheepish about it, not saying anything. It was sort of funny going to breakfast together after having just gotten up that way. That was the first time I really slept with someone." She rubbed my hip again and said: "Now you'd better do it real good to me, too." "I'll try," I replied and nodded my head, and stroked her shaven mushie. She fondled my cock and balls and then said: "You've got sunoil all over your sex." "I know. That's why I'm going to do it with my mouth instead of fucking, if you ever finish." „I have. You asked to hear it." "But I didn't know it was going to be so long and detailed, but it sure was good." "Lick my pussy!" Oh, I was looking forward to doing it. What kind of man wouldn't want to do it, especially if his girl liked it. And then my mouth was on the lips of her mushie, and my tongue exploring as I smelled and tasted her, strange, but very sexy. If anything tastes sexy, a pussy must. My tongue swept the length of her lips once and then explored her inner ones and then in her hole, a woman's vagina, moist and slippery, and tasting so sexy, and I heard her sigh and her stomach draw in as my tongue moved in it, rolling her hips a little towards me. Then it found her clitoris, and her thighs twitched as it move on it, "Oh, yes," she sighed, and my tongue fluttered on it. "Oh, yes, like that. I've been waiting for this so long." Her raised thigh sank down on my ear. Oh, she was so juicy, all over my face, and I held her ass and kept licking, and she was just sighing, like when she had been doing it to herself. This could take a long time, I remember thinking, recalling what she had said about doing it by herself, and then wondered if "the waves would just keep rolling in" or if she could come to more of a climax, if I could make her come to more of a climax, and hoped I could. And her hips were gently rocking as I licked and heard her softly moaning and wondered what else I could do for her. I slid my hand back up over her waist and found her breast and started to fondle her nipple, and she nodded with an "um-hmm" as I continued to lick her clitoris. I felt her hand find my cock and balls and thought she must have her eyes closed from the way she first touched me - of course, she did, I thought, recalling how she had been when we were fucking. My tongue found its own rhythm as I rolled and pulled her nipple: up and back, up and back over the tip of her firm swelling, and then around it a couple of times, and then up and back over it again. I imagined how she looked, lying there with her eyes closed, her hand just familiarly holding my cock and balls - I wasn't really aroused - just keeping contact with my sex while I was making it good for her. That's something nice about eating a girl's pussy, especially if you know that's all you're going to do; it just goes on and on, and you can have nice sexy thoughts, and that's the way it was there, just licking and sucking and fondling and enjoying trying to make it good for this nice pussy, for this nice girl that had given me so much pleasure, so much fucking good sex, and I was again surprised how easy the words came to me. But now I wanted to trying to make it better for her - if I could - and let go of her breast and drew her ass to me with both hands and buried my nose in her juicy mushie and increased my effort. And she liked it, her thighs twitching and hips moving. "Oh, yes, you do that good," she sighed and squeezed my sex. "Get up over me. I want to lie on my back." She raised her head and did, and I tried to keep my mouth on her pussy as I straddled her, kneeling, holding the cheeks of her ass behind her drawn up thighs. And then I was doing it again to her, up and down her pussy and on her clitoris, and then lowering my head to lick in her hole and then back on her clitoris. And she was sighing, moaning as before, like when she was doing it to her self. She sounded so aroused and satisfied. That's some kind of a contradiction, but that's the way it sounded. And I just kept on, enjoying the taste of her pussy and that I was making it good for her. After a long while this way, I stopped and raised my head and looked at her aroused pussy. It looked different now, her lips swollen and inner lips more pronounced, and her clitoris swollen and red, and I thought of a pavian's ass. "You're not stopping?" she asked. "No, I just wanted to look again, see your aroused mushie. It looks like it wants more." "Um-hmm," she replied; "it does. Oh, you look like a bull with your balls hanging down between your legs." She touched them, pushing each of them forward a little and then raising them up slightly. "Did you ever see a bull's cock when he's about to do it? Wow. No man would ever brag about the size of his again." She reached between my legs and held mine: "But no woman would want anything bigger than yours." Suddenly it occurred to me that she could also see my asshole, but then that it surely wasn't the first one she had seen. How many? How many men had she had sex with? I lowered my head and started again, first all over her pussy with my mouth and then back where she wanted, on her swollen clitoris. She was still holding my cock and let her fingers roll it around, moving around my knob, and then I felt her hand slip down and let go as she began to sigh again, sighing and moaning as I sucked on her, making her thighs twitch again, and her hips move, and I knew she was enjoying again. "Unnn, unnn, unnn, ummm," she was moaning: "That's good. Unnn, unnn, unnn, un-ummm, so good." And her thighs rose and held my head. And I tried to make it better. Her hips were rocking like when we had been fucking, rocking her pussy gently up and down, and then less gently, gasping as her stomach drew in and raising her pussy to my mouth. I felt her hand slide up the inside of my thigh, and then her fingers slid up behind my balls and then the tips of them move up and touch my asshole, finding it and then rubbing on it. What did it look like, I wondered as I realized that she wanted me to touch hers too. Did she think she was going to come, really come? Like before, wanting it at the end? I licked and sucked and slipped my fingers in between the cheeks of her ass, her rocking ass, and found it and started to rub it too. And she was still rubbing mine. Felt good, arousing, and I felt my cock respond. "Hmmm, yes," she murmered: "That's good." And my fingers were moving on her like my tongue was, and I felt it move, move like it had when we were fucking. Was she contracting in her pussy too? And it happened again, and my fingers were pressing on her asshole, and her moans became more intense, also the way she was touching me, her finger almost trying to get in it. Did she want that? Oh, I wanted to make it good for her, anything that could make her come. I wet my finger in her cunt and then rubbed her asshole again, going deeper when it relaxed, and then feeling it tighten, and pressing on it again, and it tighten again on my finger tip, then moving it in and out a little as I sucked and licked, moving my finger in time with the contractions of her asshole, now tightening around my fingertip; and her hips started to move more, and she was gasping and panting, groaning real loud, and then cried out: "Yes! ... Yes! ... Unn! Unn! Unn!" And then she started to come, spurting her hot juice from her pussy, groaning and gasping and writhing under me, just more and more, and I tasted it. It was so sweet - at least, seemed so to me after the way it had tasted before. When I felt her relax, I licked all around her wet pussy, and then let go of her and rolled on my side, resting my head on her thigh, real pleased that I had been able to make her come again. Had she passed out again, I wondered, hoping it had really been that good for her. After several moments, she sighed and drew a deep breath and sighed again: "Oh, that was good! I did it again; you did it again for me, so good. God, it was good! I never came that way before so good, thank you," and her hand stroked my thigh and hip. "Thank you. No one ever did it to me that good," and she sighed again. After a moment's thought, she continued: "Of course, most of the time, they wanted to fuck, and we did, and that was good too, but not this way, just with their mouth .. and their finger. ... Some guys don't like to do that." I smelled my finger. She must have noticed: "Smells like pencil shavings." She was right. "Thank you again, for that." "You taught me," I replied, "and showed me that you wanted it. Felt good. Thank you." We lay there for a couple of minutes in silence, just stroking each other's hip. Finally she sat up, looking down at me. My head was still on her thigh. "A perfect score in oral gymnastics too," and she smiled at me. I reached up and fondled her breast: "You're the best thing I've eaten ... since lunch." "Oh you're a tease. Are you still hungry?" I sat up. "Nope, but thirsty. Do you have another beer? To hell with training, and I've got to go to the bathroom." "Me too," she replied, and we went to the bathroom together. "You can go first," she said, and I did, while she watched. "Funny," she said while I went: " ... I never think about that when I'm doing it." "Yeah, I guess. I didn't either," I replied as I shook my cock. She sat down and went. She flushed and got up: "Now something to drink," and we went to the kitchen. She decided to have a beer too, and we stood leaning against the counter, and I took a long drink from the can, feeling a little bad about breaking training, but actually the training season didn't start till school began, and - I thought to myself - this was a day off the records, which made me think again about her "perfect scores." The thought almost made me choke on my beer. When she asked what had happened, I told her what I had been thinking, and she laughed with me and then said more seriously, looking across the kitchen: "Funny, I sort of feel worse about upsetting your training than ... uh ... cheating on my husband." I didn't know what to say, or if I should say anything. I had forgotten about him, about her being married, conveniently forgot, I thought to myself. "Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned that," she continued: "God, I've been horny out here sometimes during the week. When I saw you this morning, I guess I really only had one thing in the back of my mind. God, I was pleased when the water pushed my top off, pleased to be able to let you see my breasts, and then taking off my top on the way to the bathroom, hoping you would be watching." She took another sip of beer, and I did too, replying: "Oh, I did, and began to wonder what you had in mind, especially when you came back from your shower like that, and was real worried about what you might expect from me. ... My cock was telling me what any man would be thinking." She laughed: "I was a little worried too, if maybe I hadn't overdone it, and how you would react, and also about your not being as old as I had first thought. ... How old are you?" "Eighteen." "Well, that's all right. As I was lying there waiting for you and wondering - more than a little aroused by what I had started - about how you would return, that was bothering more than ..., well you know." She took another drink from her can, and I did too, finishing it. She finished hers and said: "What about another shower?" So we took one, like before, well, we didn't kiss, just washing each other; she washing the sunoil off my sex and ass. "Want a cup of coffee," she asked. It sounded like a good idea. I felt tired from the sun and beer and all. So she made the coffee, and we went out on the patio and sat in the shade. "Now you have to tell me something. I've told you about two first times. Tell me about your first sexual experience." "You," I replied and smiled at her. "No, you must have some kind of experience, beating off with the boys or something; the first time you did it, discovered what else it was good for besides going to the bathroom." "Oh, how did you know that boys do that?" She just smiled. "Yeah, we did that, at summer camp, not much to tell, aiming for height and distance. The most interesting thing was the cock of the guy who wasn't circumcised, the way he could pull the skin over his knob. That intrigued us." "Something better than that." "Hmmm? ... Oh! ... I'd completely forgotten that. Hm-hmm! And surely didn't think of it as a sexual experience until just now, suddenly recalling it." "Must have been young." "Um-hmm. How old was I? Nine, I think, yeah. We were on a trip, the whole family, my parents, sister - she must have been fourteen then, and my little sister, seven. Oh, it wasn't a sexual experience for me. I'm only now thinking that it might have been, but I didn't have any thoughts about that back then." "What happened?" "She let me wash her take a bath. I guess she wanted me to watch, telling me that I didn't have to leave the bathroom." "Sure she did, fourteen, even her little brother to see that she was growing up." "I guess. Oh, I was a little surprised that she had hair and breasts. Hadn't noticed them before, although now with hindsight, I should have; more than the girls in my class when I was that age. But it wasn't a sexual experience for me back then." "Probably was for her." "I'm not going to ask her. Never happened again, and we never mentioned it. Disappointed?" "If it wasn't, I can't be. Nothing else?" "Hmm? What about my little sister's wanting me to tell her how adults kiss?" "How old were you both then?" "Fourteen and sixteen." "And she thought you knew?" "I think she knew more than I did, from what an older sister had told her girlfriend." "Hm-hmm! Girl talk. And?" "Well, I had heard about French kissing, but I wasn't going to tell her, but she told me what she had heard, thought it sounded a little yucky, but was willing to believe that it must be 'exciting', since she had heard that it was supposed to be." Fire Island 1960 Something Ch. 02 "And?" "Yeah, well, she insisted that we try it. We kiss on the mouth in our family, but not like that." "And?" "I told that siblings didn't kiss like that, but she insisted that we try, telling me to close my eyes and forget that she was my sister." "Sounds better. And?" She was puckering up with her eyes closed. Of course I was also curious. So we did. The first one wasn't exciting, and she complained, puckering up again." "And was it?" "Hmm" We were both surprised how." "Hm-hmm! Right, of course, she was then the same age that your older sister had been." "Hadn't thought of that. Hm-hmm! But I had noticed that she had breasts." "More than the girls in your class two years earlier?" "For sure; runs in the family, at least my father's family." "Hm-hmm! Not really a sexual experience, at least not one that could really surprise anyone, just trying to find out and be ready when the first boyfriend comes along." "Oh, yeah. That was one of her arguments, and I had to admit that my first kiss hadn't been any better than kissing her when the family was around and one of us was off to somewhere else." "Nothing else, better?" "Hmm? What about dancing with a college girl at our sister's wedding. She clamped her hips right up against mine. You know what happened, and she certainly didn't mind. When we dance together again, we joked about it, indirectly, of course, and she was tickling the back of my neck. She knew what she was doing, and her obviously not minding made it more interesting." "I bet, rubbing it between you." "Hm-hmm. She said it was the best part of the evening for her. It certainly was for me." "I can imagine. And since then?" "Just you, and a whole lot better than anything else." While telling, I had been holding her breast, my thumb unconsciously rubbing her nipple every now and then. Most of the time, I was looking off in space, recalling how it had been, as the experiences came back to me. She remarked: "That is better. Are you turning me on?" She looked up at me and then held my hand, answering her own question: "You are turning me on," and she smiled. "Maybe a little," I replied, squeezing her breast. "Hmm? Wonder when your sister - the older one - got to let a guy see her?" "If she did, he probably didn't just see her." "Of course not. And I know what she probably wanted him to do." She slid my hand down and raised her thigh and guided my hand down between them. As my finger slid down and slipped into her, she sighed: "Um-hmm, just there. I want to feel you in me," and sighed as my finger moved a little, rubbing the front of her vagina. Her hips rocked and she sighed again, murmuring: "Mmmm, that's nice." I was surprised that my cock wasn't aroused. "Mmmm, that was a enough story. I want to make it nice for you." She got off my lap and knelt beside the deckchair. "I feel a little empty without you," and she held her pussy and smiled at me. "Look at him," and she looked down at my cock, "He wants something now, too." He didn't look like he did, lying almost slack on my balls as she fondled me, but then began to feel like he would like it, stirring as her fingers explored, growing fuller in her palm as she played with my balls, moving them and massaging the loose skin of my sack. Yes, he was liking it, even after having come twice, no, three times already. She took him in her hand, holding him up, and then leaned down and took him in her mouth. Mmmm, he liked that, to feel her tongue rubbing, and became stiff, and she slowly nodded her head on him. Oh yes, it felt good, feeling her tongue and palette rubbing his knob, real good! And she was still holding my balls, and when my sack drew up, she stretched at the skin, holding her head still. God, she knew what felt good, how to make it good for a cock! As she loosened the skin of my sack, she raised her head and murmured: "Don't let it come in my mouth," and then glanced up at me and said: "but I won't leave you up in the air." And then her mouth was back on me, her tongue moving as her head nodded up and down, and it felt so good, like when she had done it before "Unnn," I gasped, and she held still again and stretched my scrotum. God, it had been good, in her fucking mushie, and I recalled licking her pussy, as she started to move on me again. "Ummm! That's so good," I said and watched her head moving on me, becoming more and more aroused, and saw my thighs twitch. So good! "Oh, yes, you'd better be careful," I murmured, feeling like I was about to come. "Yes, now!" She raised her head and grasped me and made me come, spurting straight up, higher than I could remember, and then a couple of dribbles down on her hand. I held her hand still, breathing deeply. "God, that was good. Thank you. Did I deserve that?" "You sure did. ... Remember what you did for me, twice?" She smiled at me and remarked: "I just love to see a man come that good, that strong. Not much stuff in it though." She held her hand up. I had noticed that too, that it wasn't as thick and creamy as the first time that morning. She wiped her hand on my thigh and looked up with a grin, asking: "Have you been fucking around or something?" "I sure have, thanks, ... sexy fucking around all day, and hearing some sexy stories for the 'something'." "And telling a little too," and she got up and sat down astraddle my hips, adding: "That was good. Forget about your sisters when you see them:" She leaned forward and held my ears, and I took her breasts in my hands, just enjoying feeling them. She sat back up and let her hands slide down onto mine and held them, and I tensed my muscles and said: "I probably will, but I hope not, at least, that she won't ask how I've spent the day." "Mmmm," and she squeezed my breasts, adding when I tightened them: "No girl can do that. Oh just tell her: 'Oh, we were just fucking around.' No, I guess that's not such a good idea, using that kind of language." We snickered, and I agreed, suddenly wondering if she would want to see me again. She was still holding my breasts, and I hers, and let my thumbs find her nipples. "Girls can't do what?" I asked. "Tighten their breasts that way," and I recalled her comment earlier in the day and said: "You said something about that being another story." She started to blush. Maybe she had before, when she said it, but I hadn't noticed. After a short pause, she replied: "There is, but ... but I don't know if I will tell it. Maybe, ... or maybe not. You'll have to find out." "Then I'll have to come back, even if you decide 'maybe not.'" "If you want to." Suddenly she lay down on top of me, raising her legs onto mine and looked in my eyes. "I want you to, ... no maybes." "I do too," I replied and grasped her ass and pulled her up on me and we kissed, pretty aggressively, and I was thinking: another kiss for a promise as she sucked on my tongue and I moved the cheeks of her nice ass and felt my cock indicate that it also wanted to see her again, as my fingers crept in behind her pussy. "God, you're good to me," she said when we stopped kissing, adding: "Am I so horny because I'm pregnant? Or is it you?" "I don't know, but I'm horny because it's you," and raised my head and kissed her nose. "You've no choice," she answered and grinned: "... but I'm glad, thank you, and if I feel the same tomorrow, just watch out." "I hope so," and I jiggled her ass. "Me too, she replied and spread her legs and sat back up. "When, where?" I asked. "Here, or on the beach?" she asked back. "On the beach," I answered: "... just to prove that this isn't the only thing we like to do." "Maybe," she replied and grinned. „Can your folks see the beach from the house? Why, 'cause I might .... Well, can they?" I thought a moment: "Only as far as where I was this morning, I think." "Then let's meet down here, even if my waves aren't as good. When?" "Like this morning, tenish? And we can make our own waves." She grinned: "That's just what I was thinking." Her hands slid up and down my body again. "You'd better wash or they'll smell what you've been doing." We got up and went to the bathroom, where she took a washcloth and washed my chest and stomach and my face, saying: "Don't want you to go back with pussy all over your face." We laughed, and then she washed my sex, "just for a last contact," as she said, and we went to the door - I almost forgot my shorts and went back to the patio and got them - and we parted. On the way back to our family's house, I thought about everything, also trying to put together a story about how I had spent the day, planning its being together with the fictional group for a second and maybe a third day, the rest of the week? And then thought about my sister, and hoped that my blush would reside before I saw her. But when I got there, they weren't interested in how I had spent the day, just seemed happy when I indicated that I would be out the next day. That made things easy. We finished the evening playing scrabble. I caught myself trying to make sex-related words, even forewent playing ORAL, recalling her comment about "oral gymnastics. Maybe that's why I lost. But as the saying goes: Lucky in love, unlucky in war, or sports, games, or whatever kind of competition.