1. My First Time


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: ChuckEPoo, Rating: 35, Source: LushStories

    and I erupted into delirious spasms. Chrissy gagged a bit as I emptied my balls into her willing mouth, but she swallowed. It was then I noticed Tom's and Jan’s faces pressed against the side window, watching. I flipped them off. “Get the fuck outta here, you perverts!” I screamed. Chrissy made a futile attempt to cover herself. There was a bit of cum trickling out the corner of her mouth. We both scrambled to dress. Tom and Jan went for a walk in the moonlight. “I've never been so humiliated in my life,” Chrissy lamented. “Forget them. They are asses. You were wonderful. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want more, but It’s after eleven. We'd better head on home,” I suggested, buttoning my shirt. Chrissy hugged me, and I held up her face to kiss. She tasted of my sex. “You need a breath mint, cutie. Your mom will recognize that smell, and it is nothing like popcorn,” I chuckled. ~oOo~ It was about ten till midnight when we pulled up into her driveway. Her parents' house was a mansion. There was a fountain in the circular driveway. I walked Chrissy to the door. The coach lanterns lighted the marble walkway to the ornate entry door. “Well, goodnight, my beauty,” I said, facing ...
    her. “Can you come in for a few minutes?” “Are you sure?” “Yes, silly.” As she opened the door, her mom was waiting just inside. "Did you two have a good time getting to know each other?” “Yes, Mom. We did!” Chrissy replied, enthusiastically. "Well, I'll let you two say goodnight. Thanks for getting her back on time. And one more thing, young man.” “What ma'am… I mean Mrs. Copland?” “When you button your shirt, you should line up the buttons with the right holes,” she grinned. I looked down at my shirt and blushed. What could I say? ~oOo~ Chrissy and I continued to date, and we eventually made it to home plate. We shared a very special gift, and she will always have a special place in my heart, as my first lover. We went on to our respective colleges, and kept in touch with each other. I went into the Army after college, and she went on to be a doctor. Eventually, she got married, ironically, to the quarterback at her college. I believe my life is like a mosaic, made up of pieces placed there by others. Wherever I go, in this world or the next, a part of me will always be tied together with Chrissy by that summer of ‘79. The end. A special thank you to Bethany Frasier for editing
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