The boys I grew up with in my neighborhood were a good bunch of guys. We were heavily into sports and played football or baseball nearly every day, year round, in the fields and open lots near our homes. We were always swapping “pussy stories,” lies mostly about our conquests and adventures with girls we knew. Joe, R.I.P. he’s been dead many years, could tell the wildest tales and considered himself an expert at seducing the young virgins of our town. The only problem was that Joe was full of shit and everybody but him knew it. One afternoon 10 or 12 of us were playing football in a lot near a housing development. We all took notice of two young ladies walking by and watching us. They were familiar faces from our school but we really didn’t know them. As dusk began to close upon us the game broke up and Joe and I began the long walk back to our homes. Along the way we encountered the two young ladies who were walking in the same direction. Joe signaled me that he was going to talk to the taller girl which suited me just fine because I found the shorter girl more attractive. Her name was Brenda. She had short sandy blond hair and big brown eyes.
Her figure was on the thin side, pretty typical of adolescents our age. She wore an ivory blouse covered with a light blue cardigan style sweater and a gray skirt that fell just below her knees. We walked along chatting aimlessly about school and friends we had in common, following about 10 paces behind Joe and his new friend. As we passed the neighborhood grocery it occurred to me that there was an open shelter behind the store that would offer some privacy so I suggested that we go that way. Joe and his girl sat on an old glider and Brenda and I sat together on a large low table that was used for sorting produce when the store was open. Before long our talk turned into a heavy make out session and I soon discovered that Brenda was a hot little number. She was quite a good kisser. She offered no resistance to my roaming hand. We scooted completely onto the table and lay side to side. I cupped her ass and pressed her as close as possible to me, eventually rolling on top of her. In response she parted her thighs. Though we were fully clothed I could feel the heat coming from her sweet entrance which drove me into a frenzy of dry humping. Our lips were locked together, our tongues thrashing about in each other’s mouths and we were only three or four thin pieces of fabric away from the ultimate pleasure. Our “almost tryst” lasted nearly a quarter hour and it became dark. Only the security light at the rear of the store illuminated the area we were in. She whispered that she had to go home so we sat up and she smoothed out her skirt. Sitting there talking softly I leaned over to see how Joe was doing. Joe was sitting on the glider and the girl was sitting on a stool about 10 feet away. Brenda and I talked about “going together.” I got the impression that “going together” to her meant we could “do it.” I was ready to commit to “going together” with her and I told her we would talk about it at school the next day. I memorized her phone number, which in those days was 6 digits, and promised to call her that night. She got up and called to her friend and we had a short kiss before they left. She whispered “I like you so much, you make me feel so good–honey.” I’ll never forget those words as long as I live. Joe and I finished walking home pretty much in silence. Later I called her and she cooed sweet love words and we decided that we were officially “going together.”
Next “Joe’s Tale or Joe’s Tail”?
Joe and I had several classes together. I had no sooner taken my seat in first hour when Joe passed me a note. It read “Did you get any? I did.” I almost broke out in laughter. After class Joe went into great detail describing his hot sex with the taller girl. He said he made her cum and she moaned and begged for more but he left her lying there and got dressed. “I’m a member of the 4F club,” he said. “Find ‘em, feel ‘em, fuck ‘em and forget ‘em.” We had a good laugh over that. I suspected that the taller girl rejected Joe and he had gotten nowhere with her but I said nothing. During lunch Joe and I sat together with several of our friends. Joe had an audience and again he went into great detail about his adventure of the night before. In this version, from his description, you would have thought he had had sex with Marilyn Monroe. The tall, rather average looking girl I remembered from the night before now had 36D tits, platinum blonde hair and an hourglass figure. “She wanted to suck my dick but I wouldn’t let her” he said. The guys all leaned in as Joe lowered his voice and continued. “She had good pussy. Man, she loved it. After she cummed I started to pull it out of her. She reached down and grabbed it and begged me for more. She said I had the biggest dick she had ever had and it felt so good she would do anything.” I wondered how Joe could explain the logistics of his adventure given that the rusty old glider barely had room for two people to sit on but I said nothing. The guys all knew Joe liked to brag about his sexual exploits. We all speculated that they existed only in his mind. Still, he could tell a story well and it was a kick to listen. It seemed the more we laughed the more detailed and wild the story would become.
That afternoon I rode my bike to Brenda’s house. We were the only ones there for a while. She was wearing a pink wooly sweater and jeans. We lay on the couch and made out. My hand went up under her sweater to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I pulled her sweater up and began kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples. My other hand went between her legs. I kissed and licked my way down to her flat stomach and with my other hand unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the fly down. In those days girls wore what today are called “granny panties”. My fingers went under the little elastic band and down into the fur clad garden below. She moaned and said “kiss me baby”. My inexperienced fingers went directly for her love tunnel. She tried to part her legs to help but the crotch of her jeans was too tight and I managed only a little penetration. I’m sure now that it was too rough for her. She pulled my arm and my hand slid back into the warm fur above. We kissed for a long time, very passionately. I removed my hand from her panties and took her hand and placed it on my jeans, right on my throbbing dick. She squeezed it and rubbed her hand over it’s length. “I really want to do it” she said “but my parents might come home pretty soon”. We sat up and talked a little between kisses. I pulled her sweater up again and played with her beautiful tits as we kissed. She wasn’t very large. I guess she was probably at the upper end of an A cup size wise. We kissed pasionately, my hand moving and carressing her breasts. Her free hand moved up my leg and stopped over my cock, kneeding, squeezing and rubbing while we kissed. Only the crunch of the gravel in the driveway stopped us. She quickly straightened up and told me to move to the armchair across from her. She handed me a book and she opened her notebook and spread it on her lap. I caught on to her ruse and opened the book and leaned back pretending to be looking up something. Her mother came in and she introduced me to her. She was a beautiful woman. I’m glad I had the book in my lap. My dick was doing cartwheels. Before I left Brenda and I sat on the little porch and talked. Eventually the subject came up. She asked me if I had ever “done it” and I answered “yes, once”. I asked her the same question. “Not all the way. We both were naked but I didn’t let him put it in. I was afraid it would hurt. I was 13 and he was 18″. We talked a little more and slippeed into the bushes for a long goodnight kiss. “Are you coming over tomorrow” she asked. “Yes”, I whispered. “Come earlier so we can have more time honey”. “Yes I will get here as soon as I can” I said. I rode home with a raging hardon, slipped into my room and beat off twice before being called to supper.