My Own Goddess Diana - Sex Stories

My Own Goddess Diana

My mom had married Diana's dad a couple of years before. Diana didn't spend much time at our place, but when she did it was a delight for me. She was 2 years older than me, and when I first met her I was 14 and she was 16. She was blonde, blue eyed, and although she seemed to carry a little extra "baby fat" it only added to her beauty. Diana’s soft curves and padding didn't detract from her beauty. Rather they enhanced her feminine form in the most magical ways. Diana had one of the most beautiful faces I had ever seen. A cute button nose and a light sprinkling of freckles. That lovely face was framed by blonde hair that she usually kept trimmed short in a cute page-boy cut. Despite her obvious physical good looks, to me Diana’s most attractive aspect was her ready smile. And the sparkle in her eyes were evidence of a lively spirit and a big heart. She was always nice to me, and indeed, as you will learn, she was good in ways that more than 30 years later still endear her to me. She was my first love, and all other loves and desires live in a pale comparison to how Diana made me feel. The tale I want to share with you begins with the summer of my turning 16. Diana was now 18 and had come to spend a few weeks of her vacation with us before starting college. She hadn't shed all of her baby fat, and hadn't grown much. She was now about 5 feet 4 inches tall with about a thirty six inch bust-line, a C cup I learned later, but much more important to me than the statistics is the ...

... simple fact that she was without a doubt the most beautiful and sexy girl I have ever seen! The family had scheduled a big backyard barbeque and invited aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends from all over our part of the state. I ended up at one point of the weekend sitting with about a dozen other cousins about my age listening to music and shooting the breeze. Diana had joined us and I was enjoying the opportunity to see her. She was dressed in a white tank-top and jeans. She smiled when she saw me sitting across the room. I loved seeing her lively eyes watching others, her smile flashing as she laughed or made a comment. It was like watching an angel. I was as smitten as a young man can be, but at the same time, I felt like she was an unattainable wonder that can only be seen from afar, never held or worshipped in person. For some time the talk bounced from topic to topic, but always there was a hint or undertone of teen ager's favorite topic. Sexual experience. I sighed as I listened to others hint of their prowess or conquests. It was a bit funny because even though most of the girls pretended to be shocked by the entendre they also giggled and played along. One cousin finally nudged me and asked out loud when I had lost my virginity. I scowled... I didn't appreciate being made a butt of their joking. "I’m still a virgin..." I growled. I stood up and walked out in the silence... I noticed Diana watching, her eyes were wide and her beautiful lips made a small "o" of surprise ...