Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true, the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early sixties and seventies, but should be a concern for everyone today.
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Summer was coming to an end and my "coming of age" adventures with older women in the neighborhood who had watched me grow from an innocent boy into an experienced young man was going to be seriously curtailed; I would be leaving for college in a few weeks. I was grooming my friend, Katie, to take over my lawn mowing business since she would be going to a local college and needed the money.
Katie was a very plain, tom-boyish, girl with a nice figure who didn't always shave her legs or underarms. She liked to camp, hunt, and fish; I cannot recall seeing her wear a dress during all of our school years. She always wore jeans, western shirts or tank tops, and boots, either ropers or hunting boots. Our parents thought nothing of our taking the dogs and going coon hunting alone until late at night, or all night if the dogs go lost. We often built a fire and sat around telling stories and talking about our future; all perfectly innocent, at least until Katie went to get something out of the glove box of my old pickup and found a box of rubbers.
"I didn't know you were having sex."
"Well, we have never talked about it, except when it involved the dogs, so I just didn't bring it up."
After that everything changed; Katie wanted to know about sex. She was a virgin and was well educated about breeding dogs, but knew nothing about sex and people.
On the way home from school, a few days after finding my rubbers and asking a million questions, she asked, "So why haven't you tried to have sex with me; it seems like you have with about everyone else?"
"Katie, in all the times we have spent together, you have never shown any interest in our being intimate; I just figured you were not interested."
"So, you would like to have sex with me?"
"Of course, I would. How about right here, right now?" I laughed.
"No! I'm serious. Besides, when I do, it won't be in a pick-up truck."
I chuckled, "Okay, how about if we tell our parents we are going hog hunting in the National Forest Friday night; we can take a couple of dogs and go to the hunting cabin and spend the night.
Katie smiled, "That sounds like a good plan. You will have to bring the rubbers." She paused then asked, "You do know I'm a virgin, don't you?"
Teasingly I said, "That's what all the girls say."
She put her fist right into my stomach. When I stopped for a school bus, I reached over and kissed her. It was a bit awkward, but not too bad for our first kiss.
On Friday afternoon, we loaded her best hog dog into the dog box with mine. Her Mom fixed us plenty to eat and snack on while we "hunted"; I almost felt guilty deceiving her like that, almost. During the hour-long drive to the cabin, Katie had more questions; questions about sex in general, questions about my experiences, and questions about what she should expect. It was almost dark when we arrived; we fed and penned the dogs before going inside and building a fire.
It was obvious that Katie was nervous; for the first time I held her in my arms and kissed her.
Afterward, I told her, "You know, we don't have to go through this if you want to change your mind."
"No, I really want too; I'm just a little nervous. I know you have seen my bare butt and my breasts, but my brother is the only guy who has seen me nude; I almost shot him for it too."
After eating some of the food her mom had fixed for us, we curled up on the sofa in front of the fireplace and began making out. As we kissed, I rubbed my hands over her body and pulled her against me; when my hand moved over her breasts, she took a deep breath and moaned. I unbuttoned her shirt and gently squeezed one of her pert, breasts; her hips began to squirm as I rubbed my fingers over her nipple. I opened her shirt and kissed both nipples, flicking them with my hot, wet tongue.
It wasn't exactly the first time I had seen her pert, B cup sized breasts; I had often gotten a quick glance at them when we changed out of our sweaty clothes after a day's hiking. It wasn't that Katie was showing off or anything, it was just our cleaning up at the end of the day; we had also seen each other peeing in the woods. With Florida's abundance of rattlesnakes, it was not a good idea to be dropping your pants in the woods without someone to keep a look out for you.
As my lips and tongue worked over her hard nipples, I slid my hand down to her crotch; I felt the heat and softness beneath the thick, denim fabric. Her breath quickened; her moans increased as I pressed my hand firmly against her fleshy mound.
I moved back smiling; my hand still between her thighs, "How are you doing, Katie?"
"I'm doing marvelously. I never knew it could be this wonderful," she pulled me back to her lips, "Just don't stop now."
We worked on her kissing and she was improving; she quickly learned to use her tongue. My hand began to feel the dampness through the rough, thick fabric of her jeans. I moved my hand to the button and deftly unfastened it; when I slid the zipper tab down I felt the smoothness of her skin and the softness of her cotton, bikini panties. I glanced down; they were white, very appropriate for a young virgin. It was difficult to slide my hand into the front of her tight fitting jeans so I pushed them over her very sweet ass. My hand slipped between her smooth thighs and felt the slick, damp cotton fabric covering her puffy lips. I love the slick, wet feel that an aroused woman's juices give to different fabrics: cotton, nylon, or silk. I moved my fingers to my nose and inhaled.
"What's that about?" She asked.
"Men are just like dogs, they love the aroma of a female in heat."
She moved my hand close to her face and inhaled, "Mmmm, I like that too."
I rolled between her legs and leaned forward to suckle her small firm breasts; Katie pushed her hips against me. I sat back on my haunches, pulled her jeans and panties down below her crotch, and guided her right hand between her thighs.
"I want to see how you give yourself pleasure."
She smiled and slipped her center finger between the puffy lips covered with sparse, blonde, pubic hair. Her finger went deep; when it reappeared at the top of her slit, it glistened with her juices. She moved her finger around her clit, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and began pleasuring herself in earnest. My fingers plucked and gently pinched her hard nipples; her hips and legs writhed as her moans and sighs grew louder. She cried out then quickly wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close, heaving to catch her breath. When she relaxed, I sat back on my haunches and took her hand into my mouth and licked her fingers clean.
