I'm like most, perhaps all, single females in this country. I'm looking for a man. I want a man. Actually, "want" is the wrong word. Need. I need a man. All my adult life I've been in ongoing relationships. I'm used to doing, and having done to me, everything lovers with healthy sexual appetites do to each other. My vagina and his penis, definitely. But a lot more. Hands and mouth and tongue, also definitely. Just looking at each other, smiling, and having sexy thoughts. Knowing that a little later you're going to be satisfied for sure. Making sure you satisfy him, that he enjoys everything, because then you know he'll reciprocate and you'll experience the greatest highs of your life. Just trusting one another, feeling free to try anything, depending on one another. It's more than just sex, it's a whole life style. And I don't want to live without it. I don't mean it's a matter of life and death. It almost is but it's really a matter of having the full life that you want. Of being happy and contented instead of bitchy.
I'll find a guy. In fact, a guy will probably find me. It's happened in the past. I guess I'm attractive enough that guys notice me. I mean, I'm not Miss America but I'm doing the most I can with what I have. I'm a little tall, 5'8". Slim, although I prefer trim, at 116 pounds. 31 years old. I've always been athletic. I'm on a mixed-sex softball team in a league and also on a mixed-sex soccer team. The last five or six years I've also been going to a gym. I began to feel that I wasn't staying fit naturally as I used to and needed some good workouts. My last boy friend claimed I was like the actress Jennifer Garner that's in the TV show Alias and that he wouldn't want to fight me because I'd probably beat him. I don't think I'm as attractive as her, although my body probably is similar to hers since I'm in great shape. And I have dark hair sort of like her and my facial features are at least symmetrical and normal. My boy friends have always told me how good looking I was.
I've been in four long term relationships over the years with a half-dozen one nighters in between as I tried to find the right guy for the next long term. It all started back in high school. I don't know about you but I suspect that in the sophomore and junior years of high school most kids experience what I did. We know nothing much about sex but it's our number one topic. And the number one part of sex for the moment was oral sex. We heard how you wouldn't get pregnant that way but would still experience sex. We even heard second hand what some girls who claimed to have done it had to say about it. So, I was intrigued.
I was dating this guy, George. We were both athletes, both on varsity teams at school. I had been a string bean but great at basketball. And the string bean had started to get some shape to it by then. My breast's weren't huge, B cups (as they still are), but they were there. And I had hips and a butt. And plenty of hair around my genitals.I used to look at myself naked in the mirror and think about sex. A lot. George and I necked pretty heavy, feeling around, but had never really done anything more. I wanted to and I'm sure George wanted to but he was much too nice to push me much and I began to think it would never happen. When it finally did, it was because I dared him.
We were in the driveway at my house, shooting baskets. We were both good at it. Sometimes I could beat him and sometimes he could beat me. I don't know how I got the nerve but all the talk with other girls at school had got me aroused, I guess. So, I said, "George, let's have a contest from the foul line."
"O.k.," he says, "for what? What does the winner get?"
That's when I came up with new rules. I looked him right in the face. "If you win, I suck you. If I win, you lick me, tongue fuck me."
He just looks at me. He's a good looking guy, tall, lots of other girls would like to date him. Then he gets this lopsided grin. "You're on," he said.
I had the ball so I stepped to the line and shot. I missed the whole basket. I was too good for this to be an accident. As the ball bounced back, I turned and tossed it to him. He looked at me with a questioning face, then grinned and stepped up to the line and threw the ball hard against the back board. As it bounced back, he took it, turned to me and said, "I guess we both lose." I've thought since that it was a terrific thing for him to do.
Up in my bedroom I led by getting naked so he did, too. The first time we saw each other naked. Since I had invented this, after we kissed, I had him sit on the side of the bed. I kneeled between his knees and got hold of his very erect, very big, cock. Big enough it scared me a little that maybe I had gone too far. I had felt it through his clothes before but in person was something else. I kissed it and looked at it and finally got my mouth around that big lump at the end and starting sucking and licking. I didn't have the faintest idea of what to do but the more I did, I discovered that I sort of liked it. It was very sexy. I tried to get more of it in my mouth. I kept one hand wrapped around the bottom part of it and sucked on the top half. I almost accidentally got hold of his balls with my other hand.