1. Going All The Way from the book: SUGAR IN MY BOWL


    Date: 12/15/2014, Categories: True Story, Boys/Teen Female, Erotica, Female / Girl, First Time, Teen, Teen Female/Teen Female, Young, Author: NicoleSmt, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    know too much. Now I know. X and I start kissing and he really knows how—slow, sweet, and tender. Fabulous. So that’s what this is all about? Hmmm, it makes practicing kissing with my girlfriends seem absolutely idiotic. I keep caressing him back and it’s all instinctive. I haven’t any idea what the end result will be, but I didn’t seem to need a lot of instruction. “Look at me,” he whispers. “Look at me. I love you. I want to be inside of you.” And so—it happened. Most virgins report poor results for a “first” time. Not me. I know we didn’t use any birth control; didn’t think about it. (What fools we sexually uneducated mortals were!) I don’t remember if I had an orgasm; I was so ecstatically having “something” special happen that I didn’t know if I was missing something else. When all this passion and friction and mind-blowing was going on, time passed, unnoted. Finally, gasping like fish out of water, we lay back and looked at the stars. Then he said, “That was stupid of me. Next time, we use a rubber.” Next time? Light began to dawn. He was my cousin. My first cousin. There was to be no “next time.” And, it never happened again though he tried and tried and I began to do that thing females do. They say no when they mean yes. I just knew that down the road we would create such a mess between our families, it wasn’t worth imagining. Fortunately he soon went off with my older brother to join the air force because the ...
    Selective Service Act would happen anyway and they’d be drafted as buck privates. Temptation was removed in the form of patriotism, and the war lasted a long time. But I stayed half in love with him for years and years. He wrote me wonderful letters, and in time, after 1945, he returned to Fort Worth and we became “just cousins” again, seeing each other seldom and off and on in others’ company. We met socially at family reunions. Marriages ensued, children, years passed—I grew up. I read Masters and Johnson, Playboy, Helen Gurley Brown, and I experienced the Swinging 1960s and every other kind of sexual freedom they had to offer. I developed my personal tastes. But nothing ever thrilled me like that one night under the stars. He was my “college education.” When X was retiring, not too long ago, he wrote me a letter. We had always corresponded without mentioning “it!” “I have never stopped thinking about you and about our night. My marriage is over. I am old now but I am still thinking about you. You need to stop working. Retire and come live with me in Arizona. The best is yet to be!” He died alone shortly after this. But he has dominated my sexual reveries through all these years. That little experience was so surprising and so wonderful, I’d have to give it an A plus. I wonder what would have happened if I had retired with him to Arizona. Going All the Way Liz Smith Shared by: Nicole : nicolestories.tumblr.com/Profile
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