Teaching Debbie About Sex
I used to play basketball all year round, even in the summer
when most kids were playing baseball. I would ride my bike
through the woods and down the hill to the elementary school.
Sometimes I would play in a game if there were other kids
but most of the time I would just practice shots by myself.
One day, two girls came to swing on the swingset next to where
I was shooting. They had a large blue ball with them and ran
over to the other basket to throw it up against the backboard.
Every once in a while the ball would roll over to my side and
I would retreive it for them. The one girl was extremely
attractive. I could see it wouldn't be many years before
she was a knockout. Her features were all there but not fully
developed. I asked if she and her friend would like to come
over and try shooting with a real basketball. They came
over and eventually we played a game where the two of them
were against me. I loved trying to get the ball from her.
Sometimes I would pretend to be stealing it and grab her
around the stomach. One day I was practicing my foul shots and she came down to
the swingsets alone. When I would look over, I would see
her looking at me too and so I decided to stop playing and
see what was going on. We talked quite a long time. No one
else was around and I don't know how we got on the subject
but we were discussing sex. All this time I was keeping a
rather strait face and she was doing the same. But I felt
that this was the time to say something or I might not have
another chance, so I told Debbie that I had magazines at
home that showed how people have sex together and it was
very educational. She was mostly listening and nothing
more came of it. We both went home. I was in charge of mowing the lawn and trimming around the
trees for my parents. One day when I was doing this, Debbie
rode by on her bike and saw me. After that she would frequently
go by and sometimes loop around in a circle down by the road.
We lived on the bend of the road in a wooded area with a long
winding driveway. So it came one day .. the day when my parents
went to the country club (which they did quite often) and
I knew that they wouldn't be home till 10 which usually meant
10:30. It was 6:30 now and I had just finished mowing the
lawn and started trimming when Debbie came by. I remembered
thinking how this all might come about so I looked up alertly
like I wanted to talk to her. She saw me but was already going
by. I headed down by the road and started trimming. I saw
her coming again and my heart started to pound. When she
was close, I said "Hey Debbie". She looped around and we
talked a little bit and then I told her that my parents had
just left and I had the house to myself till 10:30. She stopped
her bike and strattled it in front me. I forget exactly what
we said after that but I finally got up the courage to say
what I was wanting to say all along. "Hey Debbie?", I said.
"I have those magazines I told you about in the rec room downstairs
if you'd like to come in for a moment and see." She really
surprised me how easily and calmly she said ok and so we started
to walk up the driveway together, parking her bike around
the side. When my parents bought our house, they inherited the furniture
in the rec room. It looked like by-the-seaside kind of furniture
.. somewhat formal but also recreational. The room was
long and wood paneled .. pretty much as decorative as any
other room in the house except there were no windows. Well,
two little windows up toward the ceiling that you could
see the back of the bushes in the back yard from. On went the
lights and Debbie and I walked down. I sort of showed her
around. There was an area where I did my homework, the piano
(I took lessons) and then I invited her to sit on the couch
and sat next to her. We just sat there for a moment. She clasped
her hands between her legs. I got up and reached under some
books to pull out the magazines. I sat a little closer this
time and turned the page open. The one picture was of a guy
sitting on a couch with a girl and they were kissing. When
I turned the next page, they were doing the same thing but
he had his hand up her skirt. I asked Debbie if this was interesting
and she said yea. The next page, she was reaching inside
his pants and the next picture she was holding his penis.
I was very nervous at that point (but excited) and said "Have
you ever done that before?" ... and she said no. I turned
the page and the girl's skirt was completely pulled up and
she was on top of the guy putting him inside her. We stared
at the picture silently for a about a minute and then I shut
the magazine and we just sat there. It was so quiet. Suddenly I jumped up and said "Watch this" and started walking
over to the light switch and on the way said that it would
only take about 30 seconds for her eyes to get used to. Out
went all the lights and soon the only light in the room came
through the two little windows right above the couch. It
was enough light to see everything but still very dark.
I asked her if she could see and she said yes. I walked back
over and sat down again. I began to think that this is where
the excitement should begin if ever it was going to. We sat
there for a minute, neither one of us looking at the other
and finally I said quietly "You know if a guy and girl are
alone together and they like each other, I think it's ok
if they kiss, don't you?" For a moment she didn't say anything
but then I heard "yea, I guess so". We just sat there again
and I think that we were both realizing what we had just said
and that the time was now to make it true. I slowly leaned
toward her and she responded turning her head so that our
lips met. We kissed the most soft kiss for the longest time
and then when that was done we did the same again. I asked
her if she was ok, which she said yes and so we continued kissing
a few more times. I was now kissing her with my hand stroking
up and down her back. Over and over we did this and would stop once in a while and
just look at each others lips and then lean forward for another
kiss. After a while, I decided I was going to try something
different. I had been running my hand down her back and then
coming to the side (almost front) to feel her stomach and
now was caressing her stomach and then around the side and
up to her back again. With a little more kiss than the last
time, I moved my hand up from her stomach with the idea of
not going around the side so quick so as to brush against
her breast but when the time came, my hand slowed down and
I actually passed right over and couldn't help but to lightly
squeeze .. once, twice, three times. That might have been
too much for her so I stopped kissing her and said "Is everything
alright?" Everything was ok and I was glad she was accepting
what we were doing, so as we kissed more I eventually touched
and fondled her breast all the while. I then asked her if
she ever kissed like they did in the movies. She said she
didn't know what I meant and so I said "You know, with the
tongue." and she said oh. So we tried it and at first she just
sort of stuck out her tongue but eventually she caught on
that it was like caressing each other. While we did this,
I unbottomed two of her buttons from her blouse. I don't
know if she noticed but she must have when I began running
my finger around the the top of her bra and then slowly reached
inside until I found her nipple. As I ever so softly tickled
it, it started to get hard. I know Debbie was probably nervous
and partially stunned by our activities (as I was too).
But when I asked her if everything was alright or if she thought
that it felt good she would always say "yea". The time seemed right and I knew that the next thing I did
would determine if we were really going to make it or not
that night. It would be a definite and bold move so I pulled
my hand from her blouse and looked at her for a moment as if
to give her a hint that something was about to happen. She
appeared to be completely taken in by what we were doing.
I began to kiss her again but straightened myself a little
on the couch so as to be above her now and made my way to her
stomach. After a minute or so and with a more passionate
kiss, I reach for the button on her pants. It happened much
quicker than I wanted it to, but her pants unsnapped and
with a little pull, the zipper I think came completely undone.
I really started to get excited that she was now within reach
of me. I began to lower my hand from her stomach and soon reached
the elastic on her underwear. I slowly slipped my finger
underneath and started to make my way down. It seemed forever
to crawl that last 2 inches. I finally felt her hair and knew
that what I had just dreamed of was now really happening.
For a while, I just teased the idea that I might go down into
her lips. I finally did .. lightly touching just enough
to feel the edges on each side and then on the way back, pulling
up with a deeper stroke. I repeated this several times,
each time going a little deeper sometimes stopping a little
bit to tickle. I could tell that she was getting excited.
It was getting wet down there and opening up. I now knew that I wanted to do this all the way. Debbie was
in a dream like state, but I knew the next step would require
a response from her. I asked her if it felt good and she said
yes. I was more than ready by then. I pulled my hand out of
her pants. She seemed to awaken a little and I said "Debbie,
I want to show you one more thing but I need to pull your panties
down to your knees." I looked for some sign from her but there
was none so I reached up to her waist and started to pull her
pants down. It seemed alright. Then I pulled her panties
down and all the time staring at the hair between her legs.
I couldn't help it. I wanted so bad that I said "I think they're
going to have to come off completely." and then proceeded
to untie her shoes .. and then her sox, and the pants off each
foot. I didn't know what she would do ... that at any moment
she would not approve, but she was ok just laying there.
Her butt had scooted down to the edge of the couch. I slowly
skimped her panties down to her feet and slid them off and
then without hesitation, took ahold of her knees and slowly
spread them apart. It was all a continuous motion that I
moved my head up her legs and as soon as I got there, ran my
tongue between them. My hands moved up to grab her butt.
She got really excited at this. Things started to get more
active. As I used my tongue to move inside, I used one of my
hands to pull my own pants down and boy did it probably surprise
her when I leaned up and the next thing she saw was my penis
sticking up in the air. She couldn't take her eyes off of
it and as I got closer and closer, she looked at me as if to
say "Are we really going to do this?" I put my penis right
up inside her legs and started teasing to go in. The pleasure
of rubbing up and down there was unbelievable! By looking
at her I could tell by now she was ready to accept whatever
was going to happen. I found her opening and started to enter.
In all the excitement, I got her legs up in the air a little
bit and went inside her a little more, and little more. I
finally leaned up to look (and she tilted her head up to see
too). My penis was completely buried inside her. What a
wonderful feeling. My hands reached up for her and we began
to hug and kiss again. I will not describe any further what happened that night.
It was probably the most exciting time I ever had with a girl.
We met a half dozen or so times after that. I would call her
and she would usually meet me at the corner one block away
from where she lived. We went to the woods a lot but it was
never quite as exciting as the first time To my surprise, it was only 2 years later that I heard her
parents had sent her to tennis lessons and that she ended
up marrying the tennis instructor. I'll never forget her.
Some of my most memorable experiences are of us together.
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