During the summer of 1982 I gave the first blow job of my sex life and loved doing it. He and I grew up together, went to a few school dances and skate nights with each other, never were really together just always friends. I was always reading cosmo and books my mother had around the house full of love and lust where women devoured is rod of love quite often wondering what it would really be like instead of sucking on a carrot.
Yes, I practiced on one several times wondering how far I could get before gagging and turns out a penis is much easier. We went to a friends birthday party and he was driving now, had his families old station wagon and I was completely lost in thoughts of how the rear seats folded down, possibly.
Hey! I said as we were getting into the car after the party Do you want to go make out somewhere?
What? he said back to me.
You know, make out, kissing and whatever, sound fun?
Okay he said in a rather monotone romantic way. I sat there feeling like an idiot for bring it up but rebounded quickly by pulling my shirt and bra up flashing him.
Oh MY GOD!! he blurted out weaving the car somewhat and luckily we were in a subdivision still. WOW he said pulling to the side of the road, Do that again! Please!
So I did and the expression on his face told me everything. Guys love boobs.
He drove us out by this old baseball diamond and we parked climbing all over each other in seconds, I asked about the back seats and he said not sure but let’s find out. My bra was already undone and floating around so I took it off but left my shirt on, he watched for a second then kept working at the seat like a mad man. Suddenly a noise and the seat lurched forward, I looked at the floor full of dirt and asked if there was a blanket possibly somewhere in a hidden compartment. Nope. Okay, who cares as we climbed into the back after closing the rear up from the outside. What can I say we were two horny teens not thinking straight at all. I laid down and he got on top of me, my legs were around him and my shirt was up at my neck now with one of his hands roaming my breasts. I slid one of mine right down the front of his pants and found his raging member of love, got my fingers around it and felt myself starting to get very wet.
I want to suck on you! I practically shouted and we switched around with me on top now, my shirt came off and his hands would not leave them alone as I started sucking on him with my fingers wrapped tightly around it. I was so lost in my head, I knew what I wanted to do but all that went out of my mind, I just started sucking without doing any of the other things like taking my time and licking him all over. I heard him gasp out, Shit! sorry already there and felt it throbbing in my fingers and the first salty blast hit my mouth. I was ready though, I knew what was going to happen and started swallowing and sucking harder, he actually sort of winced out telling me not so hard.
Once he was done I sat up very proud of myself and was looking down at him laying there with this worn out smile on his face, he told me I was beautiful and I started melting inside, then his hands went back to my boobs. He had no clue what to do next, my nipples were getting sore from him licking and sucking on them, swear he was on them for twenty minutes. I started rubbing myself with a few fingers and it interested him, he went downward much to my relief and started licking all the wrong places.
Go up more I said, Yeah, little more, yeah keep going, right there I told him and I finally had an orgasm, he was sort of laying on me afterwards, was on his arms and legs supporting him but his penis was definitely on me, we sort of grinded together and kissed for a while then he wanted to play with my breasts more and I told him they were kind of sore Mister and he told me sorry.
We laughed about it being both of our first times and he wanted to go back down on me but we agreed it was probably getting late so we should get back home.
I laid in bed staring up at the ceiling and remembering the whole evening and thinking how perfect was that!! I have heard a few friends telling me about awful first time experiences and I sit there thinking about how lucky I was with mine.
