I was in the middle of fixing dinner when Luanne got here a bit before eleven this morning. She walked over, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "Cute apron." Then she poured herself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter and started off by saying, "I thought it over and I think your idea would be kinda boring. I have a better idea."
"What's that?" I asked.
"Well, if you think about it, there are a ton of firsts. I thought I'd tell you about the firsts that led up to my first actual sex. Then, a couple of other firsts."
"Hold on," I said and walked over to the dining room table. I rutted around until I found my tape recorder, put in a new casette, and carried it back into the kitchen. Turning it on, I laid it down on the counter near her, and said, "Okay, lay it on me."
She took a sip of coffee and said, "Well, I read what you said in your story about my loving cum so I was thinking about why that might be.
"And what'd you come up with?"
"I was like a lot of young girls, my first couple sexual experiences were handjobs. I can remember the first few very well."
"How old were you?" I asked as I reached up and pulled down a bottle of sherry.
"Kinda early for that, isn't it?"
I poured a glass and said, "I've been up since four and working on dinner since nine. It's going to take me another two hours, at least and I need my wine while I'm cooking." I fixed her with a glare and said, "Now, are you going to keep bitching at me or tell me your story?" then I smiled to ease the mood.
She chuckled and then said, "Okay, I give. Hmm, the first time I had anything to do with a man's private parts was the first time I ever saw one for real, touched one, or found out what happened when a man came."
"How old were you?" I asked again.
"A couple months before I turned eighteen. I was at a party and this guy and I were kissing and he kept trying to get his hand between my legs. Most guys I had made out with were always trying to grab my boobs, but this guy was intent on getting between my legs."
"Gee, what a surprise," I interjected.
"Yeah, I know. Nowadays, if I'm interested in a guy, I'll let him play with my boobs, but I really want him to get busy down below." Another sip of coffee, and then, "Anyway, we wandered out onto the patio and he had a bathing suit on and jumped in to swim a few laps. I didn't have a suit and he kept trying to get me to come in with just my underwear or even naked. Naturally I didn't and when he got out we started making out again. About ten minutes of that he finally said, 'Ah, baby, you've got me so hot, how about taking care of me?'
"I didn't know what he was talking about and when I told him that he just pulled his suit down over his knees and said, 'Here, take care of this.'
"I just stared at my first hard cock and had no idea what he was talking about or what to do with it. Sure, my girlfriends and I had talked about sex and men's cocks, but none of us had ever actually done anything. He finally pulled me over between his knees, had me kneel, and pulled my hand out to it. 'Here,' he said, 'either use your hand or your mouth, but do something with this thing.'
"I finally wrapped my hand around it and started moving up and down gently and he had to reach down and show me what to do. I guess I got one thing right because I was fascinated with his balls and reached down with my other hand to play with them. At one point he jerked a bit and said, 'Easy, those are pretty sensitive. Don't squeeze too hard. Everything else you're doing is just right.'
"I guess I was, because it only took about five minutes for him to start jerking his hips up and down and groaning a bit. Suddenly he said, 'That did it, I'm cumming.' And then he started squirting cum all over his stomach and then more and more ran down over my hand. I was fascinated as I watched the sticky, slippery stuff running over my fingers and kept it up and even squeezed his cock and milked it for every last drop I could get." She drained her cup and came into the kitchen, pausing to squeeze my butt as she passed, and reached up to get a wine glass.
"Okay, I guess it's late enough," she said as she poured a glass. So, I just saw, touched, and stroked my first cock. There was no towel around, so I just walked over to the pool, rinsed off my hands, and watched as he jumped in and cleaned himself off. We went back inside and that was the last time I ever saw him."
"Last time?"
"Well, I saw him around school a couple of times, but I was a junior and he was a senior and more or less ignored me." She sipped her wine and said, "Al, this is delicious. What kind is it?"
"It's from the San Antonio Winery. Made just a few miles down the road." I sipped my own and then said, "So, how about the second time?"
"That was just three days later when Bill gave me a ride home from school. He was driving and, for some reason, I reached over to stroke his crotch. I could feel his cock getting harder and poking up along his stomach until he pulled over and kissed me. 'Geez, baby, you've got me hotter than hell. How about taking care of me?' "
"Wait a minute, you're riding home from school and just reach across and start playing with him?"