Chula Vista Dreaming (part one) - Sex Stories

Chula Vista Dreaming (part one)

... physical desires, too. And I really enjoyed seeing her around the house. She usually wore house dresses, but sometimes, when it was hot out, she would decide to leave her bra off. Our house was a stucco bungalow, and it didn't really have great air conditioning. Just a window unit, which wasn't that good at keeping us cool. At school we didn't learn about sex at all. What we learned was from our friends, who didn't always get the information straight. I found out how much I didn't know on the weekend I became eighteen. I had a girlfriend, and she decided to let me do things with her, as a birthday present. I think now that she wanted a little fun herself. But she would never have said that. Not back then. Belinda and I had spent lots of time kissing, and touching a little. I got to squeeze her tits a few times, and we french kissed for hours sometimes. But she had never let me touch her pussy inside her panties, and she hadn't played with my dick, ever. But this night she let me get a finger in her pussy, and she jacked me off. I came really quickly, and got it on her dress. She was a little pissed. But it passed. We broke up soon after that. I guess she had discovered her own desires, because she started dating a baseball player on the varsity team. They were still a couple as graduation approached. And I was feeling urges that made me jerk off almost every night after I went to bed. Sometimes I thought about Belinda. But most of the time it was Cindy I would think about ...

... as I shot my cum. That was my real world knowledge of sex. What it had done was arouse a need for more. More knowledge, and more actual sex, if I could get it. I had started looking at Cindy in a new way. Her long, brown hair made me want to touch it. Her bouncing tits, when she walked around the house, caused my prick to tingle. Her smile, with the red lipstick she wore, made me want to kiss her. I will just say it. I wanted to fuck her. The way people screwed in the dirty cartoon booklets we passed around at school. We had a two bedroom house. It was modest, but we had been comfortable. I don't think I had ever heard Dad or Cindy making love. The girls and I had shared a bedroom. There were two sets of bunk beds. The girls both slept on the bottom beds, and I switched to either upper bunk, depending on what game I was playing. Until I got older and stuck to just one. When Sheila left I took a lower bed. Then I had the room to myself when Maggie moved out. It may seem strange now, but we had been perfectly happy like that. Although, I do remember the girls complaining to Cindy that I was rather messy. And they sometimes yelled at me to stop squirming around, and making noise, while they were trying to sleep. I admit that I would often jerk off in a sock when I thought they were asleep. Now, with the room to myself, I could rub one out whenever I pleased. One afternoon I arrived home early because the teachers were having some kind of meeting. We would be graduating soon and ...