Chapter 2: The Awakening
As we walked out the door of the bowling alley, I started to turn toward the rear parking lot to get my car but Sandy took me by the arm and said, "Let's go for a walk." When she had asked for a ride home earlier, it was for the benefit of the guys in the poolroom. Actually she lived just two blocks away in the duplex she shared with her girlfriend and co-worker at the Telephone Company. Sandy didn't want to broadcast where they lived because her ex was harassing her ass due to the alimony he was force to pay by the Court. What Sandy wanted to do now was just to walk and talk to get to know me. She said I looked like a 'nice guy' and was turned on enough to 'pull her little stunt' as she called it but she wasn't a slut. She said that she was a friend of Elmer and his wife who bowled in a league with my mom and dad. She had already learned a 'few things' about me from them. Enough that she wanted to get to know me better. So when she saw the guys in the poolroom (including me) she acted spontaneously to get my attention.
This was the beginning of my advanced sexual education because I would soon learn Sandy was both a very nice girl AND a total sexy little slut. When she choose to let the slut 'out it was awesome and the lady-side of her was equally fantastic. What a dichotomy! I have not yet (at the time of this writing) met such an intelligent, well-mannered, and totally depraved little slut woman-child. What a dream girl for such a horny 19 year old and still 'wet behind the ears' kid to latch onto as his sexual mentor.
It was about 9:00 PM on a warm 'Santa Anna' breezy spring evening as we walked into Mc Cambridge Park. Some small talk, sitting on the park benches, more strolling and I was beginning to think the guys had her right. Maybe she really was a just a tease with that prior 'come-on' but only wanted a guy to just talk with. Not so, this was just Sandy's way to quickly let me know what a truly unique woman she really was because when we reached the park swings she again began letting out her little slut-side!
First she sat down in front of me on a low-slung kiddy swing and asked if I liked her new blouse. I looked down and saw those two magnificent melons begging to be squeezed. I stuttered some stupid response that made her laugh. She knew the shy guy standing before her was truly in torture. She looked from my eyes down to the total boner trying to escape from my pants and said, "Would you like to touch them"? I was speechless and could only nod yes. Taking hold of both wrists she slipped my hands (palms up) down her blouse onto her bra-less firm titties. Her two marbled nipples were sending an electric charge from the palms of my hand directly to my penis, which already had leaked a visible wet spot all the way through my shorts, and onto the front of my trousers.
She said, "I think I should do something to relieve the pressure" and began lowering my zipper. I was wearing jockey shorts and my boner was so hard, she had difficulty extracting it. She finally got the damn thing out and said, "How big is this beautiful thing"? I replied, "It used to be seven inches but I think you just made it eight". Her conversation had my lonely cock drooling as she wrapped it in both her hands and began massaging my pre-cum around the purple dome of the mushroomed head then down and around my shaft. She reached further into my shorts and gently extracted my balls and did something that was strange to me at the time (but which I now demand from my girlfriends due to Sandy's education). She lifted my boner upwards and slipped my tight nut-sack into her mouth and gave it a long warm, wet sucking with her mouth as her tongue nursed my balls.
