There have been many great 'first times' in my sexual life... this story tells some of my more memorable escapades. My first blowjob, first fuck, first threesome, and first exhibition and voyeur, even an unforgettable first orgy.
I'm Zebulon Whistler Bitterberry... yeah I know what a mouthful. My mother was reading a Gideon bible at the hospital just after I was born and evidently Zebulon was mentioned in a passage she read. Whistler, is Celtic for 'son of the wolf'... I was a loud crier when I arrived. And unfortunately Bitterberry was my mother's family name. Thank goodness everyone has just called me Zeb B for as long as I can remember. I'm presently 28 years old, and I design and build small alternative style houses for a living.
I've always lived a bit of a bohemian lifestyle. I love all the arts and find my creativity expresses itself in my design work and attitudes. I'm not a 'greenie' as such and I aren't adverse to wealth, I just don't spent my time and money it in the ways others might. My mantra is... live on half of my income and give the rest away. I have to admit that over the last few years I have managed to live quite comfortably on my half, so I am able to support a few charities and also travel a bit with a group of other like-minded people helping in third world relief programs. There is also nothing better than spontaneously paying for someone's groceries at the store... I get a real kick out of that.
Let me start by giving you some context as to why I'm the way I am. My mother was 15 when she fell pregnant and her rather loose lifestyle at the time meant she had no idea who my father was. Two years after I was born she decided that kids weren't her thing so she left me with her older sister and never came back. Masie my aunt was a 22 year old lesbian hippy who could never say no to a good cause. She was always taking in stray animals... and people! Most of her friends worked for charities or gave their time and money to them. I guess it rubbed off on me and I can't remember a weekend in my youth when I wasn't out volunteering for some worthy cause. Despite having a degree in political science Masie made her income from painting, in the abstract style. It provided a reasonable income and her work was quite sort after for eye catching colorful designs. Private commissions were her main income and she'd worked for a wide range of people.
We lived in a small two bedroom bungalow which always seemed to have a party on Saturday nights... full on gatherings with a lot of alcohol and drugs involved. My aunt also had a strong sex drive and there was a different woman in her bed almost every night.
Surprisingly, in the midst of all this I grew up fairly normal, attended the local schools and got reasonable grades.
As I said the house was small and my bedroom backed onto Masie's. I would often wake to the sound of orgasmic cries of delight from the various occupants that shared Masie's bed. Nudity wasn't an issue at home either and by the time I was twelve I must have seen more boobs and pussies than most guys do in a lifetime. I knew it wasn't normal to grow up in a household with so much skin on display but I didn't think of it being sexual... at least not until I was eleven... that's when I started having boners at night and would wake up with a stiff little cock in the mornings. It was on one of these mornings that my new physical capability came to Masie's attention. She had come in to wake me up and was surprised to see the tent in the bedsheets... I was embarrassed knowing she had seen it. Masie just smiled and sat on the side of the bed.
"I can see it's time we had a talk about some things," she said with a sigh.
"About what?" I queried while trying to cover my erection.
"In my day they called it the 'birds and the bees' talk, but I'll just call it what it is.. sex."
Masie then spent the next couple of hours explaining the ins and outs of the reproductive system and basic sex. I was amazed and had dozens of questions. We stopped and ate breakfast before continuing with the conversation. I soaked up all the information like a sponge and over the next few weeks Masie told me everything there was to know about sex... and I mean everything.
I remember one of Masie's girlfriends in particular, her name was Celia and she was from Africa, her skin was a dark ebony colour. I was fascinated by the fact that unlike all the other women I had seen this one had no changes of colour in her skin... no tan lines from a bikini or even a darker shade on her legs or face from more exposure to the sun. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
One morning I had made a rudimentary breakfast for Masie and Celia... coffee and slightly burnt toast with copious amounts of honey spread on top. I put everything on a tray and slowly walked down the hallway to the bedroom. The door was closed so I put the tray down and opened the door. To my amazement Masie and Celia were having sex in what I had been told was a 'tribbing' position. Masie was lying on the bed and Celia was kneeling on top while their legs rubbed each other's pussies. It was a warm summer morning and there were beads of sweat all over the dark girls skin making it seem like she was covered in translucent glass... like an alien from an x rated Star Trek movie. Her breasts rose and fell slightly as she moved, her head was arched and her long hair flowed out down her back. Both women were breathing deeply and it wasn't long before they started to grunt and shake as orgasm's overtook their bodies. I knew that this uncontrollable shaking was the equivalent of my feelings when I ejaculated from my penis so I guessed they were both really happy at the time. I hadn't been noticed standing in the doorway and was about to leave when Celia suddenly pulled away and started to leak a milky liquid over Masie and the bed. I was spell bound as a small stream of warm liquid shot out from her pussy as she continued to shake and quiver. I thought Masie would be disgusted at being covered in the sticky looking goo but she obviously found it to be enjoyable and grabbed Celia pulling her down kissing her while laughing. I found the whole picture so overwhelmingly hot that I couldn't get it out of my mind for weeks.
Now my best friend lived next door... a skinny red haired freckled girl called Ginny. We were the same age and spent a lot of time together. Being my best friend I naturally shared all my new-found sexual knowledge with her. We felt so grown up with our little secret.
Ginny was bullied at school because of her looks... and the fact she was super smart. I mean genius smart, especially in mathematics. I had become her protector over the years and often had to stop kids bullying her with my fists. However the undue taunting stopped abruptly when we were 13 years old. Ginny was in a car crash with her family... she was so severely injured her legs had to be amputated. I was devastated for her and was a constant visitor at the hospital while she recovered. I also helped her with rehab and we became even closer friends. After five months she finally made it back to school and things changed... the bullying stopped, a small silver lining in her big black cloud. The bullies at school had always called her 'Ginger Ginny'... I know, not very original but they were small minded buffoons. For years I had tried to make her feel better by shortening it to Ginz and making it a positive nick name. I was pleased that after the accident my nick name finally caught on and so Ginger Ginny became Ginz and she loved it. Slowly she adapted to her new world of wheel-chairs and limited mobility, it took a long time and I helped as best I could. We even set up a gym in her garage for rehab exercises and worked out daily together.
Three years later things changed at home for me. Masie finally found the love of her life... Wendy, a solo mother with two children aged four and six. When it was announced that they wanted to move in together it seemed as though we would have to shift to a bigger house. That was not what I wanted... my best friend lived next door and our school was close by.
I hatched a plan. My hobby was to design houses using a copy of a computer architect program I had obtained from one of Masie's friends. I was quite proficient at using it and spent hours developing weird and wonderful houses and cabins for my own pleasure. I spent a week on my new plan and presented it to Masie when it was finished. My idea was we build a small cabin on our existing property that I could move in to... the new kids could have my old room. I presented my idea with the design plan and an estimated budget. I knew Masie loved the house we lived in and didn't really want to move so my idea was accepted. I did a lot of the building work myself putting in long days during vacation time, and with a little help from some of Masie's friends we managed to complete the place in less than two months... I ended up with a studio style room with a bed, study area and a couch. A small bathroom was also included.
When Ginny came over to see the finished product she was so impressed.
"Oh Zeb, this is amazing!" she exclaimed in delight. "You even made the door wide enough for my wheels."
"Of course! Now I have my own place I wasn't going to hang out here and watch movies by myself."
"You really are my best friend." Ginny teared up and I felt a little awkward standing there.
"You OK Ginz."
"I need a hug."
I bent down and we hugged for a long time. When we finally parted she kissed me on the mouth. It wasn't a sexual kind of kiss, it was just a nice friendly kiss. I had never thought about Ginz in a sexual way before, you don't do that with your best friend do you. But as I looked down on her I realised how pretty she had become. Her long reddish brown hair and lightly freckled face were now assets and not a reason for distain, her slightly bucked teeth had been fixed with braces and her smile and big brown eyes made her quite beautiful.
"You're staring, and it's freaking me out." Ginny looked at me frowning.
"You are beautiful, you know that right?" I replied.
" Zeb B, it was only a kiss, it didn't mean anything."
