HS Sweetheart: 1.First Night Facial
How can you ever forget your first love? I had to wait until I was a senior in high school, but I ended up living a dream of getting together with the girl on whom I had the biggest crush. I was a bit on the dorky side, and not so comfortable with girls, so most of the social types never really returned my interest. There was one girl who seemed interested in what I had to say. We worked together a lot on class projects and study groups. Maybe she was friends with me to help get a better grade, but she was intelligent enough to stand on her own and contributed a great deal to group work. I was 18 and of course horny all the time. This girl was my fantasy. She knew it, but waited for me to tell her before she made a move. When she did, it was the start of a long relationship that lasted well into college before it self-destructed. These stories are true and represent the sexual adventure roller coaster that was Mary Jane, my high school sweetheart.
Mary Jane had huge tits. Honestly, that was the thing that attracted me to her in the first place. I think everyone in the entire school was attracted to her tits. She was one of those wet dream types: short, slim and stacked. When I say stacked, I mean STACKED. She must have been a 38DDD, but with a 24 inch waist she looked like she was about to fall over. She wasn’t naïve about the appeal of her breasts. In fact, she used them to her advantage, flustering the teachers, flirting with classmates, and irritating other girls. They just couldn’t compete. Add to this hot figure the face of an angel and you have to wonder what she would ever see in a nerdy classmate like me.
And yet she saw something. Or at least, she wanted me enough to encourage me to be more outgoing. Once I confessed my desire for her (though it must have been obvious) she responded in kind. . We were talking on the phone late into the night on her eighteenth birthday, and she convinced me to open up and tell her how I felt about her ‘as a birthday present’. Our conversations had often been sexual, but I always thought she just did it to see how uncomfortable I could get. Ever since my own 18th birthday in the fall, she had been teasing me about how I was legal and she wasn’t and that anything we did could be construed as statutory rape. That had been one of the things keeping me in check. I had been for the most part a ‘rules-follower’, so there was no way I was going to come close to breaking the law. She knew that, so used it to ratchet up the tension. As midnight passed and I was confessing to her how much I liked her and enjoyed spending time with her and thought about her all the time… I paused to say “Happy Birthday Mary Jane!”
Her voice dropped into that sultry range that drove me crazy. “You know, now I’m 18. I’m totally legal.”
“Yeah.”
“Now there’s nothing stopping you from getting in my pants. And in my shirt.” She was teasing me. She let the implication hang there for a bit. “Now that we’re being honest about our feelings, I think it will be easier to move forward in other areas too.” Up to this point I had never had a girlfriend, let alone kissed a girl, so you can imagine what was going on in my teenaged head.
Within a week, the opportunity was there. Mary Jane was the last of eight kids and so her parents were pretty bored of the child-raising thing by the time she came along. They spent a great deal of time out of the country and figured Mary Jane could handle things on her own. They were actually horrible parents. You leave a kid that looks like that alone and who knows what kind of trouble she could get into. Oh wait… that’s the whole point of this story. Thank Goodness for horrible parents that through neglect turn their children into sexual deviants!!
Anyway, that Friday night, we ended up alone in her house after a show. I had told my parents I would be hanging out with some friends who had invited me to come over. Mary Jane was changing into jeans and a t-shirt and I was trying not to stare at her amazing body. My cock was getting harder and harder as she was telling me about who had done what with whom in the cast. I was absolutely in a trance staring at her tits. Suddenly it was quiet.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Uhh.. nothing.” I tried to stay cool and hide the erection that was growing in my pants. “I was just staring off into space. Sorry”
“I don’t think so,” she said. “I think you were staring at my tits.”
I tried to downplay it, but the more she accused me the more she grabbed at them and then I noticed her start to smile.
“It’s okay. I want you to stare at my tits. That’s what they are there for. Go ahead.” She started to spin around and make provocative poses. When she leaned over I could see down her shirt and into that magical cleavage. “Do you like them?”
“yes…” I responded meekly.
“What? I can’t hear you.”
“Yes. I like your breasts.”
She started to laugh. Mary Jane came up close to me and repeated what I said. “You like my breasts? I don’t think so. These aren’t breasts.”
I looked up at her with a question. It was really hard not to just stare at her chest right in front of my face. Her nipples were starting to poke through her bra and shirt and that smile was coming back again. Then she started to explain my mistake by referring to other girls in our class.
“Do you really think these are breasts? Come on, give me a little credit. Natalie has breasts, nice ones in fact. So does Christy. Rachel and Michelle do too. Well… I guess you have to give Michelle the benefit of the doubt. Do you really think these are the same as theirs?”
“Uhh.. no?”
“Good. I’d hate to think you didn’t recognize what was in front of you.” She started to take off her shirt. “What we have here are the best” she was grabbing them and lifting them towards my face “biggest” she started to reach behind her to undo the clasp on her bra “finest” snap.. it started to fall away “largest” her hands were squeezing them as her bra fell away “TITS in the entire school.” My cock was about to rip through my pants. She looked down and noticed. Again the smile. “You can call them tits, hooters, knockers, jugs, or whatever you want.” She stepped closer until my face was about an inch from her cleavage. I had given up on looking at her face and was staring right at that beautiful rack in front of me. “But when you call them breasts I think you are selling them short. “Now… what do you have to say for yourself” With that she dropped her hands and placed them on my shoulder.
It was heaven. Her triple-D’s bounced away from her chest and she gently pulled me towards her cleavage. I had enough time to say “I love your tits” before I was buried in them. She straddled my legs on the bed and pushed me down on my back. She let her tits hang in front of my face and I attacked them with my lips, tongue and hands. She ground into my crotch. I could tell she liked what she felt of my cock straining inside my pants. I wasn’t sure what to do.
“Mmmm… feels like you have something big too.” And she reached down to start taking my pants off. Before I could react, she had undone my zipper, reached in, and started stroking my dick. “This is amazing.”
“Oh.. Mary Jane. What are you doing?” I wasn’t stupid, just inexperienced.
“Don’t you know? Haven’t you done this before? With this cock I’m surprised you haven’t had most of the girls in the class already.”
“Ummm… no I haven’t.”
