My Very First Love - Sex Stories

My Very First Love

"Women Never Forget Their First Love...NEVER!"

A loving memory, by Laura

They say, "one never forgets their first love". It's funny since all my life I've asked, "who's they"? Is it just one "they" or are there hundreds of thousands of them swirling in and out of your life.

When my mother told...really scolded...me, on the day I wore yesterday's underwear..."Laura...please please please...never ever do that! A proper young lady never wears the same underwear a second day".

"But why, it's mine and it doesn't stink...it's not dirty...why?".

"Because 'they" say so, darling".

"Who is 'they', mommy"?

"Laura, just do as I say...please".

Is it the same "they"? Hmmmmm, I don't think so...I think there must be at least 2...a pleasant one and a repressive one. Well there has to be a pleasant "they" because the "they" that is inspiring my story, is smiling all over me...hundreds of pleasant thoughts and internal "smilies" are dancing throughout my head...my heart...my soul....so much so that I had to sit down and share...share with women that know what I'm feeling and trying to express...women that will forgive a grammatical mistake, because it is the moment that I will be sharing that is our connection...one that we have wrestled with in some ways and embraced in others...brought laughter and tears...and in all cases, a Truth.

Even though you don't know me...maybe by the slimmest of chances we passed by each other on a normal day, but you never thought, ...

... "Oh, that's the woman that found her first love with a girl named Tawny..."

Or I. "Oh, that's the woman that will be reading my story one day".

But we know, don't we...oh yessssss we do. So, here's my story of a night shortly after my 18th birthday with my bestie of besties, Tawny, who celebrated her 18th birthday, two months to the day before mine.

My family lived on a normal midwestern suburban street in Northern Ohio where fortunately friends were not hard to come by...it seemed that every home had at least 2 sometimes 4 or 5 kids that were always out playing and having the best of time...then the nighttime rolled in and the streetlights came on and the calls of all the children's names were called out to come home...and we did.

Two doors down from us was the Hickson family...Mr. & Mrs. Hickson's two daughters and one son joined our neighborhood frolics rain or shine...with or without colds...always there. Tawny was the youngest and my age and she had a joy about her that was unequaled by any of my current friends or even those that entered my life circle in future years.

She was kind of my ying to my yang...she was super athletic...not I! She took chances when chances were a tad risky...not I. She had a build to her that shouted, "I'm small but I'm mighty! I was always short in stature and was more on the quiet side. She was the social butterfly...not I...I loved to read and hang...she had long straight blonde hair...not I, mine was long, brunette and ...