Ten Day Cruise Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Ten Day Cruise Ch. 01

... about it. My parents were cool about sex. Mom and I talked about it before, and she told me it was a decision I would have to make. When I started going steady with Don, Mom took me to the doctor to get a prescription for birth control.

I remember the day well. On the way home from the doctor's office, I cried and told Mom I didn't need birth control because I wasn't doing anything. She smiled and nodded. Then, out of the blue, she said, "Maybe you don't need it now, but it's better to have it and not need it than the other way around. Someday, you'll have sex, and when you do, you may not want to become pregnant."

Since then, I have taken the pill each morning. It has been almost a year, and I have never needed the protection the pill was supposed to provide. If it weren't for making my periods regular and light, I would have stopped.

"I don't know. I don't want to have sex just to have it. Don't you think it should be something special?" I said.

Glen laughed and blushed, his face turning bright red. "I think any sex would be special."

"Boys! Is sex all you think of?" Don's constant begging me to do things made me feel it was all boys cared about.

Glen glanced at the book in my lap. The cover showed a couple, partly dressed, in a heated embrace. He smiled and pointed at the book. "As if girls don't."

Before I could respond, Glen went into the room and closed the door, leaving me alone to think about what he said. Maybe my brother was right. I spent a ...

... lot of time reading romance novels, many of which were very explicit. I also spent a lot of time rereading the steamy parts. Romance novels provided me with my limited knowledge of the mechanics. I knew about oral sex, both giving and receiving, as well as some of the contorted positions people fucked in. The authors could be very vivid in the descriptions they provided.

While I had never felt the things the books described, I imagined them. Many nights, I touched myself while thinking about some handsome stud having his way with me. The rougher my lover was in my fantasy, the stronger my orgasms felt. I didn't dream about being hurt, but I did relish the idea of a strong, dominant man. I guess my feelings stemmed from my dad. He was a strong-natured man and very firm in his convictions. Dad didn't pull any punches when he wanted to get his point across. My dad wasn't what I would describe as overly strict. He allowed Glen and me to make our own decisions and mistakes. When my brother or I screwed up, we heard about it. Dad had a way of pointing out the error of our ways without yelling or hitting us.

That's not to say our parents didn't spank us. We both had our butts warmed more than once when we were younger. Mom and Dad would dole out our punishment equally. Mom never told us to wait until our dad came home; she acted. Neither Mom nor Dad really hurt my brother or me. Dad never spanked my naked butt. Some of my imaginary lovers did, though.

The last time either of ...