How I Lost My Cherry - Sex Stories

How I Lost My Cherry

... k**s home and dump them on the grandparents). So, from July through the fall, Gary and Margret were using up a couple of one dozen boxes a week—I'm not sure where he got the money at $3.47 a box. Now, understand, Gary and Margret were completely unabashed about what they were doing. I still remember Bridget turning bright red in Mac Donald's once when Margret made some sexual comment I don't remember. Then, probably on our third or fourth time out, we had gone for a hike along the C & O Canal near Great Falls. On the way back, they put the back seat down in the VW and were going at it as we bounced down the “Rock Creek Rollercoaster” part of the DC Beltway. I watched them in the rear view mirror while trying to drive and Bridget sat in the right seat and looked embarrassed. Eventually she started to giggle as Margret's “Oh, oh, oh”s got a bit loud. It was night but, still, I'm sure that people behind us could have seen Gary's ass bouncing up and down, and Margret's feet up on the roof of the car. Of course, at some point I cuddled up with Bridget during a movie and I was really surprised when her tongue met mine pretty much the first time we kissed. It was probably later in the same movie that I rubbed her training bra with my thumb and the palm of my hand. Again, it's too far back in the foggy past to remember the specifics but I do remember that we were in her parents f****y room the first time I worked my hand down her pants and got her off finger fucking her. It wasn't ...

... until months later, with a girl closer to my age, that I realized that she didn't have any hair and that that was...well...not normal for when you're finger fucking (unless, of course, you're finder fucking an thirteen year old). It was also that same evening in the f****y room that she rubbed my cock through my jeans and I slimed up my hip, then had to get into the bathroom to clean up the mess before it soaked completely through my pants. The first time we ever saw each other naked had to have been in September, because it was still warm. My f****y had a sailboat (a Rhodes 19 daysailor) that we kept on the Chesapeake Bay. One afternoon the four of us went sailing and Gary talked Margret into taking her top off. Bridget was in a one piece and, after some ribbing from the older girl, pulled the top of her suit down. Of course, Gary dared me and we quickly lost our trunks into the bilge, much to the amusement of Margret and the embarrassment of Bridget. As it was, Bridget finally rolled her eyes and said 'OK' when she finally pulled her suit completely off to join the rest of us in getting an all over tan. We were actually naked for only a few minutes before a flotilla of other sailboats from the Naval Academy was overtaking us and the girls insisted on getting dressed again. Well, while I've got their clothes off, let me describe the girls to you. First Margret: Margret was, as I've said, f******n at the time, and she was a fully developed and (as I now would say) absolutely ...