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Celeste's Stories


The summer of '96...

I was heartened by the sweet, personal responses....so I'm letting my hair down
a bit.... :)

This is personal, so please forgive if it ends up a little too slow and long
and maybe boring :)

I lost my other virginity to a loving, passionate, patient, mixed named Shy. It
happened when I was 21, in college, and staying over to take some classes
during the summer. My girlfriend and I had rented a small out-building on a
farm just outside the town. She went home and I moved in, proceeding to make it
our own by cleaning and painting It really was cozy and cute!.

If anyone has ever spent anytime on a farm, you know how dark and quiet (except
for insect and frog noises!!) it gets. Kind of spooky! Luckily, the owner had a
dog named Shy that used to come down and hang around, and easily talk me out of
any leftovers with that cocked head and big, brown eyes.

He was 6, but pretty frisky when he wanted to be. Many times he'd jump to his
feet and chase one of the many cats or squirrels that shared the farm with us.
But like me, the summer sun was best suited to just lay in and soak, soak,
soak...

Our relationship took a sudden and unexpected turn on July 13 (yes...still
remember it :). It was hot hot hot hot hot inside that little apartment. I
remember the whole night so clearly, like an album of photographs...

All the windows open but the curtains hang still.... My stupid fan oscillating,
but hardly helping cool me.... The TV droning some un-funny SNL... Me stripped
to my panties, eating popcorn and drinking my fourth wine cooler, sweating like
a piggy and stripped to my panties...

...and Shy, sitting at my feet with that dumb, lovable expression....

I amused myself tossing him popcorn and watching him lunge for them, but
frankly his slobbering and panting was getting kind of disgusting, so I told
him "no more". He persisted by first nudging, then getting up on the couch with
me. I told him to get down, it's too hot. He was starting to annoy me a little.
I pushed him off gently and he paced the floor slowly while I turned my
attention back to the TV.

He came back around and stood between my legs, looking betrayed. He could melt
me with that look! I leaned forward and rubbed him behind his ears and said I
was sorry. Told him to sit, and made him beg for some more. Well, this lasted
only a few tries before HE got annoyed, and lunged, knocking the bowl out of my
hands and spilling half of it all over me.

Before I could say Goddammit...before I did anything.... Shy threw his front
legs on the couch and knocked me backwards with his big head, and started
lapping and schmuffling all over my belly, breasts, and thighs, scooping up the
popcorn and salty butter with his slobbering tongue and mouth.

Time stood still, it really did. I sat stunned watching him clean me...rooting
and licking.....raising his head to look, then moving in for more.... and then
he was gone, having moved to the floor to get the rest. Oh God, it happened so
quickly I had to stop and recall how it had felt. I'll never forget the
competing emotions...curiosity, fear, strange arousal, guilt.

I got up and went to check the door and looked out the window for signs of
witnesses, and of course saw none. My head was swimming from the wine coolers
and the experience of having a dog licking me shamelessly. That was the thing.
He had NO SHAME. He just wanted to lick up that popcorn, and he knew me well
enough to assume I wouldn't mind if a little of my flesh got caught in the
action!

Shy came over to see what I was doing, and sniffed my hand, then licked it a
bit. I was slowly being seduced and I didn't even know it. I squatted down and
took him by his scruff and laughed while I told him how naughty he was...and I
noticed suddenly I felt like I do when I bare myself to a lover for the first
time.

I got quiet then, still massaging him, still sweating...and he kept looking
deeply into my eyes, melting me. This felt like it went on a long time, until
he broke my trance with a a flurry of slow, heavy licks across my mouth and
neck.

I was speechless. My throat was tight and my mouth so dry. I stumbled to my
feet and went to the fridge for more ice, and Shy was right behind me. I still
can hear his nails on the floor...clickety clickety ...shuffling and
dancing...full of expectation for more treats....

To this day I can't believe I did what I did. I don't know how other women
cross over that line, but for me, something took control and I had no fears or
qualms. Again, it was the same feeling I get when I suddenly know I am going to
invite a lover to have me....

I took a stick of butter from the fridge and went back to the couch, turned off
the light and the TV....peeled off my panties, and sat with my legs slightly
spread. I could hear Shy panting in the dark, his loud breath sometimes
interrupted by noisy chop-licking and swallowing.

God help me. I took the butter stick, unwrapped the top half of it, and lazily
began running it over my breasts and around my nipples. I heard Shy stop
panting. Then start. Then stop, and heard him sniffing, felt his coat brushing
my thighs...the insides of my thighs...heard him pant differently and felt his
saliva dripping onto my belly...then I heard a moan, and it was me because he
began l o n g h o t d r I p p I n g licks with that tongue on my breasts.

Oh sweet God his tongue was heavy and moved my flesh with each lapping he gave
me...and he found the butter in my limp hand and knocked it onto the couch, but
before he could get it I held him by his collar with my left hand...oh
god...and without shame, ran the buttery fingers of my right hand in and around
my pussy while he licked at my face...and in the dark I brought those fingers
to his mouth and fed him my buttery pussy...his first...my first....and when
they were clean and he was back at my tits, I again coated them, and again fed
him...and again...and again...until I lingered and began to bring myself off
while he licked at the hollow of my neck and between my tits and under my
arms...and my grip gave out and I let go of his collar, and
then..................................

......his tongue joined my fingers....and in the dead calm of a hot, humid,
sticky night, with the muffled grunts of a dog and a woman filling the room, I
learned a secret I could never share.

Until now :)

Well, I'll tell you...my hair is really down now! That didn't come out at all
like the experience. Words can't express it, I guess. That night was so full,
so thick with seduction. I'm convinced Shy knew what he was doing. In the dark,
once I had resigned myself to him, he moved me in a way no man has yet to.

I'll write more as time goes on. Hope this isn't too boring. I realize it
doesn't have the fireworks of most of the other stories. But I will say, August
of 1996 had more fireworks then all of the July 4ths rolled into one!

Thanks for letting me share a little, Celeste

Celeste (Sweet_celeste@hotmail.com)