Ok, well another story during my younger years was when I was in high school. I was very naughty, too grown up for my age and snuck out of the house at night. I went to a bar downtown because they allowed underage people in there.
This was a gay bar, I was not gay, I was 15/16 years old. I just wanted to have fun. Party and dance dance dance. I loved dancing. Every weekend and even some days during the week I would sneak out and go to this bar. Of course it had a lighted floor, everything just like the seventies, it was great and the music was even better; Gloria Gaynor, Blondie, Donna Summer, the list could go on forever, sigh.
The queer guys and the drag queens were so much fun. They just knew how to have fun and I didn’t feel threatened by them, because they had no interest in me and I didn’t feel like the lesbians there cared about me either, good grief I was 15 and 16 years old. I looked good but I’m sure I looked really young too.
Well, it was halloween and everyone wore a costume, well I dressed up like a play boy bunny in chocolate brown bunny type outfit, fishnet stockings, high heels. (I once had some red ones that even at the young age my mom and I had a joke and we called them, “Joan Crawford come fuck me pumps!”) with a little brown velvet blazer a choker, bunny ears and a bunny tail. I had so much fun dancing that night.
Later on I was standing in line for the bathroom and there was this girl. I had seen her before, she was very pretty with just enough make up and lipstick, cute hair cut and was very muscular. Like I said, we were standing in line and she forcefully grabbed me and kissed my deep and long our tongues locked. Oh my gosh, I was so shocked and so turned on. I thought for sure I would be turned off by another girl, but she threw me for a loop and I loved it. For the next several years I had girls my life. I hadn’t even graduated high school and my life had taken such a turn.
Somehow a real dyke butch girl (we will call her Deb) came after me and we were a thing for nearly a year. We hung out at a local country bar (dive) Dave and Ann’s was the name. Along the way another girl was vying for my attention and she was really cute, very domineering she wanted what she wanted and wouldn’t stop until she got it. So, she got me, Ricky.
Ok back to the first lesbian relationship, Deb as I said was a real dyke type girl. I mean she was very nice and cute just very masculine. I can’t remember ever really having an orgasm with her. What we did felt good, but I don’t remember having what I have now, a trembling, mind stopping orgasm. What she taught me to do and what she like was to fuck me until I squirted. Squirting had a different effect and I did it mostly because that is what she wanted. Now, the lesbian fucking we did was her putting her thumb in front of her like she had a dick and and fucking me until I squirted. Nevertheless, I left her for the cute brunette (Ricky) with brown eyes that followed me everywhere. I never had an orgasm with her either, so needless to say I was very frustrated all the time. I didn’t realize it then, but when I look back that was exactly what I was experiencing, frustration. She had plenty of orgasms with me doing what she wanted me to do and I did it. However, I was so in love with her, I loved kissing her and she had the most beautiful breast I have ever seen to this day.
Along the way I met a guy in this same community, he had a little spot of land he lived and worked on. He was a great guy, older. and he was so in love with me, my mom always thanked him for bringing me back home. I had left home at age 16 (for the girl) and barely graduated high school. Anyway, this guy brought me back and got me integrated back into my family. It was a bit sad at times when my two little brothers had friends over and I remembering them saying to my little brother, “I didn’t know you had a sister”. POW! That hurt, but it was my own fault…trying to grow up too fast.
Now, another time can’t remember exactly where it fits into the above stories (1-2 years after the above stories), but there was a guy (Brock) I knew, younger than me but so hot, cute, sexy young man. His father and my father worked together and we would see each other from time to time during the holidays, for instance we would go dancing on Christmas night. I always thought about sex with him but never thought he would even consider me. But oh one night we got together and it was so good, we were walking around the college campus bar hopping, a huge popular univeristy. I had actually moved to another state but was home visiting during the holidays.
After our bar hopping he suggested we drop by his apartment as it was on campus. I am a skirt girl, I love skirts, the shorter the better in my younger days. (I still wear them now (more age appropriate tho) because I love to stick my husbands hand up my skirt, or have him just pump his dick in me a few times as we are going about the house doing our thing on any given night or weekend.) Brock and I stopped by his apartment for a minute and he literally threw me on his bed, shove my skirt up, pulled my panties down and started eating my pussy, it was so so good. It was the best pussy eating I had ever had. For some reason the gilt was killing me and I made him stop eating my pussy and of course would not let him fuck me either. Don’t ask me why I didn’t let/want him to fuck me because it was so good. Anyway, he drove me to my parents and that may have been one of the last times I saw him.
Ok, now I’m back in the town my mother shipped me off to because I was not flourishing where I met all the girls, plus the girls were after me sort of. Wanting me back as their toy…sex slave toy I guess. So, I ran several hundred miles south.
Now, in the town I’m living I met a girl (Ryne) that dated a family member of mine, a guy. She was great and I really cared for her. Looking back I think she wanted to have sex with me but we never did, she was pretty but she wasn’t my type eventhough I cared for her, I just couldn’t initiate the sex. During this time (21 yrs old) she invited a friend of hers over, Jenny. Jenny came after me and I liked it. The first night I met her we were at Rynes house downstairs in the den floor and she insited on eating my pussy. Oh my gosh, she ate my pussy so good, she sucked my clit and gently with a flat tongue slowly moving across my clit and all around, she stayed after it until I had the first orgasm I had ever had with another human being. The only true ones were the ones I had masturbating, never with a person. I had done the squirting but that was never really satisfying. Now, Jenny was older than me and after that we saw each other occasionaly but we never had sex again.
Now, on to the guy. There was a guy in this town that was a friend of my brother and he (Pat) and I had occasionally been attracted to each other but had never gotten together, believe it or not we started dating it was so fun. I think he was a guy I had so much fun with rather we had so much fun together doing really odd things. Not always sexual either, just fun knocking around together and seeing stuff. Ok, to the sex part he and I were hanging out drinking with another couple, it was during Tracy Chapman’s hey day and I got so drunk I even ate some Étouffée. We left the restaurant, went to couples house and rocked to Tracy Chapmans Fast Car and another song I can’t recall, Pat and I dirty danced for an hour, we went to his house, passionately kissing, sucking each others neck, face, ears, fingers and undressing as we went. Pat layed back on the bed and I jumped on his dick, sitting squarly on it as far as it would go. Pat actually had a small penis, I didn’t realize it then because I’d never had intercouse so far (don’t hold me to that, I’m still thinking). The size really didn’t matter it felt great, I rode his dick for all it was worth. Of course I was uninhibited due to my drunken state. Suddenly I started feeling a feeling I had never felt before and realized I was about to have my first orgasm with a man during intercourse when he started moaning and came.
Needless to say I was left feeling unfulfilled, but it was ok. I was happy about the realization that I could actually have an orgasm with a man during intercourse. The story of Pat and I had actually started before this and continued after this (*I might add that in later). The last time I saw him (2 years ago), it was late and I had to go to bed, times have changed I was working, etc. Nevertheless, I said I’ve got to go to bed before I turn into a pumpkin. Briefly I saw him again the next day and he told me that when I made the comment about going to bed, he wanted to say, “Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater”. He still turns me on,probably always will, but I’m married now.
*Ok, had to add this it’s one part of the two parts I was going to add later. We used to go to the beach together and boy did we have fun, he loved for me to lay on my stomach on the beach while he rubbed tanning lotion into my legs, he would put so much oil on my thighs it was rediculous, he would put it on and just rub my thighs over and over, it made me so hot, my pussy would just be throbbing by the time we left the beach and got back to his place. He threw me on the bed and ate my pussy, I still had my panties on and he had just shoved them aside and was licking and sucking me, one time he had an orgasm when he was eating me. Then we would fuck fuck fuck, it was so fun. Like I said, I haven’t seen him in two years, wonder when the next time will be.
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