A String of Firsts
By Dawn R
A young girl's lust-driven voyage of self-discovery. All references are to people who are over eighteen.
The couple in the townhouse opposite were quite old. From my bedroom I would sometimes see them moving around but never paid much attention until the day my mother said the old lady had died. I'm Cindy, I'm eighteen still living with my Mom; my parents divorced when I was seven. My Mom only started dating again last year; she's gone on a few sleepovers but has not found Mister Right. I'm not sure she really wants to; she runs a very successful business and leads a full life. She's not shy about telling me she does like having real sex again from time to time even if toys are quicker and more dependable for satisfaction. It's an adventure I have yet to experience but I am going to start college next week.
A few days after the news of our neighbor's death, I say neighbor although we don't really know them, I was in my bedroom when I saw the old guy watching me. Normally I kept my curtains closed until had showered but this morning I had not. 'Perv,' I thought and then for some reason I pulled off my pajama top. I watched his reaction from the corner of my eye. I did not want him to think I had done it deliberately. Had I? I genuinely did not know, but he sure was trying not to stare. I picked up my bathrobe, slipped off my pajama bottoms and stood naked for a minute before slipping the robe on and leaving the room. I didn't dare even peep to see his reaction to that.
When I returned from the shower, he was still there sitting in a chair reading the paper. I noticed the chair had been pulled round so he could look at my window without moving too much. Without looking at him I slipped off the robe and hung it up presenting him with an unobstructed view of my rear. I have good legs and a tight little ass. As I stood there naked moving from one foot to the other, I realized I could study the reflection in the mirrored door beside me.
The old guy, Mr. Knowles, I think that's his name, had stood up and was staring quite openly at my butt. Before I knew it, I had stepped back and was leaning forward to look at my shoes on the cupboard floor. I spread my legs and peeped through them to see Mr. Knowles trying to scrutinize the space between my parted thighs. I was starting to feel really raunchy especially as he began to stroke the front of his pants. I guessed even at his age thing were stirring in there too. How old is he anyway? I think my Mom said they were both in their early sixties. I guess you can still get it up, but I don't know. That's what Viagra is for, isn't it?
As soon as I turned round, I found he had sat down and was hidden behind his newspaper. I stood pretending to look up at something in the distance and after a minute the paper moved enough for him to stare at my full-frontal nudity. Then he stood up holding the paper in front of his pants and looked my way as I met his gaze. He smiled and I found myself grinning too. He waved and I had to resist waving back. Instead, I turned and pulled on some underwear. When I looked up, he was gone. I finished dressing and went down for breakfast.
Two mornings later I came back from the shower wrapped in my towel and opened the curtains. Mr. Knowles was sitting there reading the paper. Facing him I began to towel my back. He was immediately watching, and the paper was laid aside. I was already mostly dry, but I kept on toweling my back. He lifted some binoculars from his lap and raised them to his eyes. I saw him fiddling to adjust the focus and I stood there holding the towel by my side until I was sure he had a perfect view. Then I parted my legs and began to towel between them. I had been dry down there, but now I could feel the moisture. I dropped the towel to the floor and ran my fingers over the hairs of my landing strip. Mr. Knowles put the binoculars down on the arms of his recliner and stood up. He was also wearing a robe; he undid the sash, and I was staring at his partially erect penis. I'd never seen one before, except in pictures, and I felt a rush of excitement.
He grasped it in his right hand and began to stroke it. My fingers found my clit and began keeping time. All of a sudden, I was very wet, and I held up my fingers to show him. He released his penis to show it standing erect in its full glory. He re-grasped it and we began again. My fingers kept sliding towards my hole, but I had never let them do more than explore the perimeter of the entrance. As our pace increased, I was unable to stop first one and then two fingers from sliding in a little way and then back up the length of my clit to the glans and down again. I could feel the first spasms rippling through me as I tried to hold on.
Only moments later he rose on his toes, and I saw a great white spurt from his penis followed by several more. He was making no attempt to catch them. In that moment my knees buckled as the most stupendous orgasm wracked me with repeated muscle contractions. It was far and away my best ever and I may have blacked out for a moment on the floor. When I got up Mr. Knowles looked relieved to see me. He was using a tissue on his...COCK. Well, it is a cock, isn't it? That's what everyone calls them, that or dick or prick. I think I prefer cock. After all, I had just seen it crow.
It had shrunk considerably, and I wondered what size it had been. Not small, I was pretty sure of that. I wondered what it would feel like to have that old man's cock in me, and I started to tingle again. I looked up and he was just leaving the room dragging his robe behind his saggy butt.
First day of college I meet this really cool guy. He's a senior and he's selling memberships to something called 'Troglodyte Society'. If I understand correctly, they explore, and even camp in, some of the extensive local caves. I don't join but I'm intrigued and two days later I go to their introductory meeting where they are providing more information. The current membership seems quite limited, just three other guys and an elfin girl called Trish. By elfin I mean she's barely five foot tall with a petite body. I'm one of just three who are interested in joining, a guy and two other girls.
The guy is quite cute, and we go for coffee afterwards. His name is David and he's a 'fresher' like me. Seems we'll be in some of the same classes.
"Which residence are you in, David?" I ask, and after we've talked about our classes, we talk about what caving will be like, some life history and our other interests.
"I'm local, so I'm afraid I live at home with my parents. They say I can share an apartment with someone next year, but they weren't paying fees just to have me live in residence twenty minutes away. It kind of sucks, although we have a nice home."
"It's my first time away on my own and I was really looking forward to it."
"I envy you. It's more the real college experience."
"Did you apply to other schools?"
"I thought about it, but I like it here. I just wanted my own place. I will next year. Hey, it's going to be nice this weekend why don't you come to my place? We have a pool. You could even stay over. I mean you'd have you own room. I know we just met."
"Won't you parents mind?"
"No, they want me to meet new people. Anyway, they're in Europe for three weeks."
Am I stupid? I say, "Yes, I'd love to!" to a boy I hardly know, but then I don't know anyone here and he seems really nice. The kind of well-mannered boy even my parents would approve of, but that can't be helped. Maybe he has a wild side. Better to stay inside the tracks while I find my feet. He is sexy in a quiet way.
That night I tell my roommate Nora and she immediately says, "I hope you're on the pill."
