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Authors name: Daydreamer (daydream_74036@yahoo.com)
Story title : First Date - Part 1

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First Date - Part 1
by Daydreamer (daydream_74036@yahoo.com)


I live on a farm about twelve miles outside of Lubbock, 
so I guess you could call me a country kid. Other than 
the bus ride to school and the limitation on extracur-
ricular activities, living so far out isn't bad at all.
Our "farm house" is as modern as any you'll find in
town, and we have all the conveniences everyone else 
has.

The main restriction of country living has been its 
effect on my social life. It's a rare occasion for a 
friend from school to come to see me, and with no 
neighbor kids any-where near close, Lennie, my year-
younger sister, and I sometimes get a little lonely. 
Because we've had to depend on each other for friend-
ship, Lennie and I get along a lot better than most
brothers and sisters. I con-sider her a good friend,
and she views me the same way.

Lennie (that's short for "Marlene"-Mom and Dad were 
Dietrich fans) and I look a lot alike.  We're both blond 
with freckles and built on the lean side. (I like to 
think of myself as "wiry" and Lennie as "petite," but I 
guess most people would classify us both as "thin.") A 
lot of girls think I'm nice-looking, or at least Lennie 
tells me they do. Lennie's nice-looking, too. Although 
she is slender, she blossomed early and is endowed with 
really nice breasts, firm, I've heard boys at school 
talk about how they would give anything to get in her 
panties, so I'm not the only boy who thinks she's sexy 
and pretty.

Even though we were close friends and confided in each 
other, we hadn't even talked about sex, so I really 
didn't know how much she knew or how she felt about it. 
Since Mom and Dad only let her double date, I figured 
she had not an opportunity to go very far with any boy. 
I believed that even though she was almost seventeen 
years old, she for a certainty was still a virgin.

Being a virgin was something I could identify with, 
because I too was still afflicted with that condition. 
Not only was I still a virgin, but I had never touched
a girl sexually and had never seen naked breasts or a 
pussy except in girlie magazines. I had had many a 
fantasy about seeing and touching a naked girl and 
finally going all the way and losing my virginity, but 
thus far the only sexual pleasure I had experienced was 
from masturbation. Although this exercise gave me some 
relief, it didn't last long, and I seemed to grow 
hornier with each passing day.

My situation pretty well rocked along like this until 
the time Mom and Dad had to leave town for the weekend 
to attend a funeral. Because we had animals that needed 
feed-ing, I got the chore of staying home and taking 
care of them. That suited me fine, because I had no 
desire at all to go with Mom and Dad.

When Lennie found I was staying home, she pleaded to 
stay home too. Mom and Dad allowed it on the condition 
that neither of us have a date while they were gone. 
They did agree that I could go see the movie at the 
drive-in as long as I took Lennie with me. I hadn't 
planned to leave her at home by herself anyway, so that 
wasn't any big deal. After final admonitions to behave 
ourselves and eat well, Mom and Dad finally left on 
Friday morning just as Lennie and I hurried to catch the 
school bus.

After school was out and Lennie and I rode the school 
bus home, I went down to the barn and took care of my 
chores- feeding the cattle, filling the hog trough, and 
putting seed in the chicken feeder. When I finished and 
got back to the house, Lennie had cooked supper and had 
it on the table. She's a good cook, and I complimented 
her on the meal. 

She seemed pleased by the compliment and said that she 
liked trying to be a "good wife" for me. She smiled and 
said there were a lot of things about being a wife she 
didn't know about yet, but she was looking forward to 
finding out about them. I laughed and told her she still 
had a ways to go before that happened. She just smiled 
again-a soft, enigmatic sort of smile-and said, "Well, 
maybe so, maybe not. In the meantime, why don't we get 
cleaned up so we can go to the movie. You are taking me 
to the movie tonight, aren't you?"

"You bet," I replied. I couldn't resist teasing her a 
little and added, "You finally get to go on a one-on-one 
date, but it's with your brother."

With that strange smile back on her face, Lennie said, 
"Well, make fun of me if you want, big brother, but I 
could do a whole lot worse. A lot of my friends would 
love to be in my place tonight."

"Yeah, I'll bet. Who are you talking about-skinny, buck-
toothed Sally?"

Lennie laughed and said, "Well, I'm sure she would too, 
but I was talking about Lauren."

"Lauren Wilton? You mean Lauren Wilton wants to have a 
date with me? How did you find out? She's so quiet, I'm 
amazed she would have talked about it."

Lennie grinned and said, "She's just quiet around you.  
Around other girls she's not that way. She's told me a 
lot of things about herself-some of them really per-
sonal.  One of the things was that she has a bad case 
of the hots for you."

I was totally surprised by Lennie's revelation. Lauren 
Wilton was a girl about Lennie's age, and even though 
she was quiet and a little on the shy side, I had always 
thought she was pretty. Not only pretty, but sexy, with 
a cute cheerleader-type body. I began to think that 
maybe there was more to Lauren than met the eye and that 
I should think about asking her for a date. I wasn't 
sure what Lennie meant by "hots," but it did sound as if 
the prospects might be better than just a little hand-
holding.  Even though Lauren's brother and I were 
friends, I wasn't averse to the thought of trying to 
find out just what her "hots" amounted to.

I was also surprised by Lennie's using such a word to 
de-scribe how Lauren felt. I had considered Lennie to be 
completely innocent and naive about sex and was taken 
aback that she seemed to be a little more knowledgeable 
about the subject than I have given her credit for. I 
realized from the way she described her relation with 
Lauren that girls talked among themselves just as boys 
did and recognized she might be a whole lot further down 
the road of knowledge than I thought.

I also realized that maybe I had been wrong about her. 
Maybe she really wasn't a virgin, maybe she had already 
in fact been laid. As good looking as she was, I could 
see where boys would want to plow her little garden-in 
the deepest, most secret of my masturbatory fantasies, I 
had even thought about my being the one to do it. "What 
a kick that would be," I thought.

"What if she's already been screwing while I've just 
been pulling my pud. Somehow or other I'm going to have 
to find out about her. I'll have to find out more about 
Lauren, too."

By the time I had taken a shower and changed clothes, it 
was getting dark enough to start heading toward the 
drive-in. Lennie was already dressed and waiting for me. 
She had on a tank top and hip-hugger jeans that accented 
the firm mounds of her breasts and showed her cute lit-
tle bottom to its full advantage. If she hadn't been my
sister, I would have been tempted to whistle in 
admiration.

As we started walking toward the pickup, Lennie linked 
her arm through mine and with a big smile said, "Hi, 
big-brother date.  I'm glad you're taking me to the 
movie all alone. This way I can see what it's like to go 
out with a boy on a one-on-one date. Double dates are 
okay, but a one-on-one date would be a whole lot more 
fun, if you know what I mean."

I laughed and said, "Yeah, I guess it's hard to sneak a 
kiss with an audience watching."

Lennie squeezed my arm and whispered, "Yeah, it makes it 
hard to do that, too." She laughed at her own remark be-
fore getting into the pick-up.

When we got to the drive-in movie, it was closed. A sign 
in front of it said they were having electrical power 
pro-blems and would reopen in two days.  

"Well, what do we do now?" I asked aloud.

"What about that drive-in over in Hale County? It's only 
about twenty miles and we can be there before the movie 
is very far along."

"Gee, I don't know, Len. I understand all they show 
there are adult movies."

"Why do you think I want to go?" Lennie said, grinning.  
"I've always wanted to see an adult movie, and now we 
have the chance.  We can both pass for eighteen, so 
we'll lie about our ages. Come on, Rickie, don't be 
chicken. Take me to see the sexy movie over at the Hale 
County passion pit."

Well, you don't get by giving me a dare like that, so I 
gunned the pickup and we got to the movie in only 
twenty-five minutes. It was already dark, and I guess in 
the dark Len and I looked old enough because we were 
allowed to buy tickets without any questions asked. I 
doused my lights and we drove into the movie and took a 
space on the last row, one of the few left. I was still 
trying to get the speaker into the window, when Len 
whispered, "God, look at that!"

The "that" she was referring to was a completely naked 
girl with tits and pussy showing for all to see.  She 
was in the arms of a man dressed in just a pair of 
shorts and they were just starting to kiss.  The camera 
zoomed in on their mouths and you could see their 
tongues touching and playing sensuous games with each 
other. I finally got the speaker working and we could 
hear the girl moaning softly as the man dropped his 
hands to her ass and softly caressed her firm buttocks. 
After they had kissed and caressed each other for a few 
seconds, the man picked up the girl and carried her 
through a doorway.

The next scene showed the man and girl on a bed. He was 
on top of her, thrusting his buttocks in and out like he 
was giving her the screwing of her life. If I hadn't 
known they were just acting, I would have sworn they had 
both come all over that bed. Upon completion of their 
climax, the picture faded and the scene changed to 
another couple, this one fully dressed.

The new couple didn't stayed clothed very long. The man 
soon had the woman's blouse and bra off and was licking 
and nibbling on her nipples. He wasn't any dummy and 
soon he was on top of her going through the same sort of 
copu-lation movements the earlier couple had used.

Just the sounds they were making, much less the hot 
action, had me completely aroused and my cock was rigid, 
completely filling the front of my jeans. I was 
breathing hard and aching to put my hand on my cock and 
relieve the pressure that had built to such a fever 
pitch. Glancing sideways, I saw that the movie was 
having a similar effect on Lennie. She was squirming on 
the seat and breathing as hard as I was.  She scooted 
across the seat right up next to me and grabbed me by 
the arm. "This movie is something, isn't it?" she 
whispered.

"Yeah, it sure is."

"Do you think they're really doing it? The way they're 
pushed together I can't see that part, but it sure looks 
like he's doing it to her, doesn't it?"

"They're probably just faking it, but it sure does look 
real."

Lennie whispered, "God, I've never seen anything like 
this.  The only thing wrong is that the girls show 
everything, but the fronts of the boys never show. You 
get to see the parts you want, but I don't."

We sat there watching the movie for a while, neither of 
us saying anything, the only sound sighs and moans 
coming from the speaker and our hot breathing. Lennie 
was still up close against me, her hand clutching the 
upper part of my arm. My cock was throbbing against its 
denim cage and I was almost in pain. Lennie must have 
felt similarly, because she put one hand down to the 
inside of her thigh and squirmed her bottom around on 
the seat.

She leaned toward me and whispered, "What does watching 
a movie like this do to you? Does it get you excited?"

"Oh, God, yes! How about you?"

Lennie replied, "Yeah, it does me that way too. Seeing 
those couples make out like that makes me horny as 
hell." She put a hand down on top of my thigh and leaned 
over so that she had her mouth against my ear. "What 
happens to you when you get horny? Do you get an 
erection like the sex-ed books say?"

Lennie's touch was like electricity. My cock had been 
hard before, but now it stretched even further out, 
swelling like I had never had it do before. Barely able 
to catch my breath, I answered, "Yeah, I get a hard-on."

"You're hard right now?" she whispered.  Without waiting 
for an answer, she moved her hand between my thighs 
right up to where it covered the hard shaft of my cock. 
She rubbed my bulge and whispered, "God, Rickie!  The 
whole front of your jeans are swelled out." Leaving her 
hand on my cock, just barely caressing the bulge, she 
said, "What do you do when it gets like this?"

Taken aback by her question, I stammered, "Well, I..I 
take care of it."  Determined to even the score, I asked 
her, "What do YOU do when you get horny?" She laughed 
softly and answered, "I use my hand and relieve myself.  
How do you do it?"

I laughed along with her and said, "I beat off, too." 
Still leaning against me, Lennie said, "Do you need to 
beat off now?"

"Oh, God, YES! I'm practically dying.  How about you?" 
"In the very worst sort of way," Lennie whispered.  "Do 
you think maybe...?" "It would be okay to do it here, in 
front of each other?" I said, finishing the sentence for 
her.

"Yeah, that's what I was going to say," Lennie said, 
laughing nervously. "We will probably both enjoy the 
movie better if we did. Yeah, let's do it."

I had no more than gotten the words out than Lennie had 
her hands at her waist unbuttoning her jeans and pushing 
them down to where they were around her knees.  Even in 
the dim light I could see her push a pair of bikini 
panties down to join the jeans. Having bared herself for 
action, she leaned back against the seat and spread her 
legs apart. Immediately one of her hands was inserted 
between her thighs, up into the darker shadow I could 
see there at their juncture. She soon had her hand in 
motion, and a sigh of pleasure came from her lips.

Seeing her behave in such a lewd and open manner made me 
hornier than I had ever been in my life and I soon had 
my jeans and shorts down to my knees just like her. My 
cock sprang up tall, bumping against the steering wheel.  
Lennie must have been watching me as I had watched her 
because I heard a gasp from her as my cock stood 
rigidly, quivering slightly.

"God, Rickie, your penis is so big and hard. I had no 
idea boy's got that big."

"I've never seen a boy's penis before.  I wish there was 
more light so I could see it better. Is it okay if I 
touch it?"

Could she touch it?  Oh, God, I had fantasized about a 
girl holding and stroking my cock, and now here was one 
asking me if it were okay to do so. Finally, I managed 
to whisper, "Yeah, if you want to."

Lennie reached out her hand and ran her fingertips up 
and down the length of my cock, sending shivers of 
pleasure through me.  I gasped at the touch and jerked 
my hips in reaction. She pulled her hand back and asked, 
"Oh, God, Rickie, did I hurt you?"

"No," I stammered. "It just felt so good for someone 
else to touch me that I couldn't help the reaction."

She reached out her hand again and wrapped it around my 
cock, holding it lightly in her grip.  "If it feels so 
good for me to touch you, why don't you let me give you 
the relief you need. Tell me what I'm supposed to do."

"Just hold lightly like that and rub your hand up and 
down. That's all it takes." After a few strokes, she had 
the hang of it and all I could do was moan in reaction.

After just a few strokes, she stopped and whispered, 
"Rickie, would you mind touching me like I'm touching 
you. That way we can give each other relief at the same 
time. Please, will you do me like I'm doing you?"

"No," I whispered back, "I would like to do that very 
much. I've never touched a girl before, though, and you 
will have to show me what I'm supposed to do."

Lennie took my trembling hand and guided it between her 
thighs. I felt the crinkled hair of her pubic area and 
then I felt the swollen lips that were nestled in its 
midst. Moving a finger between those lips, I found she 
was wet and slick there, like someone had coated her 
with something like slickum. It was incredibly hot, too, 
like the heat of her body had concentrated in that one 
spot. I moved my finger up and down the slickened furrow 
and found a little bump right at its top.

Lennie jumped as my fingertip moved across it, and she 
grabbed my hand, whispering, "Yes, right there. Feel 
that bump? It's my feel-good spot. Just make sure you 
touch it real often." I was soon stroking my finger up 
and down her wet furrow, moving it from top to bottom 
and lightly touching the little bump each time. She 
muttered "Ummm, yes," and thrust her hips toward each of 
my hand strokes. "Yes, yes," she whispered softly, "keep 
doing it just like that I'm so hot it won't take much 
more."

I could hardly believe Lennie was talking like that. 
Even though her remark about having never seen a cock 
before convinced me she was still a virgin, she seemed 
to know as much and to be as interested in sex as I was. 
From the way she was reacting to my touch, her excite-
ment was at least a match for mine.

And talking excitement - now that she had me stroking 
her to her satisfaction, she had returned her attention 
to my cock and matched her hand movements on it with 
those I was using on her wet pussy. I couldn't control 
my hips, but thrust them up to her hand, meeting each of 
her hand strokes with an upward push of my rigid shaft.

Lennie was reacting in a similar manner, pushing her wet 
sex toward my hand and squirming her hips around in 
little circles. We could see the man on the screen 
moving his ass rapidly as though he were screwing the 
girl hard and fast. From the moans coming from the 
speaker, I could tell the couple on the screen was 
building up to the same sort of massive orgasm that was 
rushing upon Lennie and me.  

Almost as if we had discussed and agreed to such action, 
Lennie and I increased the pace of our motions, racing 
with the couple on the screen, seeking to reach orgasm 
at the same time as our cinematic counterparts.  After a 
few moments of this action, it was impossible to dis-
tinguish the sounds we were making from those coming 
from the speaker.

Although having my hand in a girl's pussy for the very 
first time and seeing the couple screw on the screen had 
worked me up to a level of passion I had never before 
experienced, I wasn't the first to come. Lennie was 
first. She threw her head back against the truck seat 
and pushed her hips hard against my hand, clamping her 
thighs tightly together.  Her whole pelvis shuddered and 
moved with rapid little jerks. She moaned softly, 
"Oooohhhhhh, yesssssss! Oh, God, I'm there!  Oh, God, 
I'm coming, commminngg, cummmiinnnng." Her moans faded 
off and she slowly relaxed her thighs from my hand, her 
breathing still labored. She opened her eyes and said 
softly, "Oh, God, I came like I never have before."  She 
gripped my cock in her hand once more and asked,"Did you 
come, too?"

"No," I whispered, "not yet.  I'm almost there, though.

Just do what you were doing before."

Lennie resumed her stroking of my cock, moving her hand 
up to the pulsating head. Seeing Lennie orgasm had made 
me almost come and pre-come now covered the purple knob.  
She moved her hand into the wetness and said, "The top 
is all wet. Are you sure you didn't come?"

"No, I'm just wet from excitement, like you were. Keep 
that up just a few more strokes and I'll get there.  
You'll know it when I do."

The couple on the screen had finished and the man was 
now standing, leaving the girl on the bed with her knees 
up and legs spread apart.  Her pussy was wide open and I 
could see a little of the pink flesh inside her labial 
lips. I imagined that it had been my cock that just 
explored that hair-covered joy hole and filled it with 
my hot outpouring. Lennie's stroking had made my whole 
cock slick with pre-come, and her strokes and touches 
were giving me almost unbearable pleasure.

That pleasure coupled with my fantasy about the girl on 
the screen did it for me and it was now my turn to jerk 
and thrust and moan. I pushed my hips up, thrusting my 
cock hard into her hand. It swelled and jerked and a 
huge glob of sperm erupted from it and shot up into the 
air, hitting the dash board of the truck.  It was 
immediately followed by another one, and then another. 
Now it was no longer shooting in the air, but spurting 
more weakly, just flow-ing over Lennie's hand and 
dripping onto my groin. Lennie was still stroking it, 
her hand covered in jism,  slick and wet. I had grunted 
with each spurt of sperm and only now began to relax and 
quieten down.  My cock was still rigid and hard, even 
though it had quit jerking and come had finally stopped 
flowing. I put my hand on Lennie's and stopped her 
motions, but she kept her hand on my rigidity, just 
squeezing lightly with little loving caresses. I managed 
finally to whisper, "In case you didn't figure it out, I 
just came."

Lennie whispered with a trace of awe in her voice, "Oh, 
God, did you EVER! I had no idea it would be like that."

"You liked touching me?" Lennie whispered. "Oh, God, 
yes.

Did you like my touching you?" I replied.

Lennie's hand squeezing my cock harder and she murmured, 
"Yes! Yes! I loved it. I've been wanting a boy to touch 
me there for the longest, and it finally happened."

Lennie's hand on my cock was beginning to feel real good 
again, and I knew that if she kept stroking me I soon 
would be baptizing the truck with another load of my 
jism.  I put my hand down on the inside of Lennie's 
thigh and ran it up to where I made contact with her 
pussy. "Want to do it again?" I asked softly.

Lennie put her other hand behind my head and pulled my 
face down to hers. She put her lips against mine and 
just brushed them lightly together. "Yes!" she 
whispered, "I want to do it again, and then again, over 
and over until we can't do it any more. But I also want 
to see what I'm doing. I want to be able to see your 
penis, to be able to look at it in full light, not the 
darkness here in the truck." She brushed her lips 
against mine again, a little teasing kiss that made my 
cock throb even harder, and said, "There's no one at the 
house, Rickie.  We'll have it all to ourselves. We can 
take off all our clothes and see each other completely, 
touch each other all over. We have the whole weekend 
alone, and we can do anything we want to. I can really 
play like I'm your wife."

I remembered her comment earlier about being my wife and 
the enigmatic smile she had on her face when she said 
it.  There were all sorts of things she could mean by 
the statement, and I could hardly wait to find out what 
promises it held. I reached under the seat and got out a 
box of paper napkins and between the two of us we soon 
had the truck and ourselves cleaned up and our clothes 
back in place.  All the evidence of our mutual passion 
was now cleared away. All, that is, except the scent of 
passion that still filled the truck.

Lennie sat up tight against me as we rode home, her hand 
between my legs, lightly rubbing across my bulging cock.  
I wanted to touch her too, but needed to keep both hands 
on the steering wheel. I mentally vowed to make up for 
lost time just as soon as we got home.

Just before we came to a filling station, Lennie said, 
"Rickie, stop here. I need to tinkle real bad."

I stopped the truck and Lennie went to the girl's room. 
I was glad she wanted to stop because I needed to go 
pretty badly myself.  When I went into the restroom, I 
saw a condom dispenser on the wall. Although I couldn't 
imagine Lennie's and my needing them, I nonetheless used 
up all my change and got four of them. In any event, I 
would be prepared if the chance to use them came 
along...

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