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Coming of Age
by Jim4786 (address withheld)

***

This is the true story of how I came of age under the 
instruction of a very capable neighbor about 10 years 
older than I was. It involves masturbation, oral, and 
vaginal sex. (F/m-teen, ped, 1st, mast, oral)

***

Prolog:

Hi! My name is Brady Wilson. I am well past twelve 
years old, but I am going to tell you the way I came of 
age. This is a true story. Names have been changed and 
places have been omitted to protect the privacy of all 
involved. I was twelve years old when it happened. I 
reminisce often about the way it all happened and enjoy 
the pleasant memories. It is late in the spring of my 
seventh grade year. It is 1954.
  
My best friend, Eric Billings, is also in my class. We 
have been best friends since third grade when dad and I 
moved into our neighborhood. It is a new neighborhood 
in a rural area, developed when an old family farm was 
sold off. Our road runs parallel to the river. Eric 
lives on the river and I live about five lots down on 
the other side. Most of the lots on the river side of 
the road were vacant and overgrown with brush, and 
remained so until we were almost out of high school. 

On my side of the road there is a large woods which had 
not been developed but is supposed to be sometime. In 
the summer we frequently played along the overgrown 
river bank a few lots down from his house. It was a 
secluded area and not very visible from the top of the 
high bank or from the lots adjacent to it. We also did 
a lot of swimming in the river, frequently skinny-
dipping, and diving from a rope swing we tied to the 
high, overhanging branch of a tree leaning out over the 
river.

Almost from the beginning of our friendship we have 
always enjoyed looking at one another's naked bodies 
when we would go swimming. Somewhere along the line, 
probably about fifth grade, we began touching each 
another as we laid up on the riverbank after a swim. It 
was always pleasurable to have Eric hold my boner while 
I held his. We never went beyond the point of holding 
boners. I guess we weren't all that imaginative. 

As we grew and matured in sixth grade we began to 
become fixated on growing pubic hair. Sixth, seventh 
and eight grade boys all had PE together at our school. 
After class we would return to the locker room to 
shower and dress back in our street clothes. As we 
sixth graders saw how the older boys were developing, 
Eric and I would frequently hold "inspection" to see if 
there were any signs of hair growth. But for us it was 
not to be for two more years. We were both "late 
bloomers" and did not get a really thick growth of 
pubic hair until late in the eighth grade.

Our boners began to increase in size from three inches 
in third grade to about four inches by the time we were 
in sixth grade, as well as a corresponding increase in 
thickness. Eric's penis was also slightly thicker than 
mine. Oh, I should mention that I was intact while Eric 
was circumcised. That will play an important part later 
in this narrative. So, his enchantment with my foreskin 
and my fascination with his bare head were also matters 
of mutual interest.

By the time we reached seventh grade, we began a few 
feeble attempts at masturbation but we always quit 
before reaching an orgasm. It was just pleasurable 
enough to wank for a few minutes and then go on to 
other pursuits. Later in seventh grade we began having 
dry orgasms. I should also mention that our times 
together were never discussed with any of the other 
boys, although sex would frequently come up in our 
conversations. Usually it was in the form of a question 
or curiosity about something sex-related, followed by 
speculation as to the answer or the sharing of many 
ill-informed opinions.

As I said it is spring of my seventh grade year. One 
Saturday morning at breakfast dad said maybe I should 
try to get a job mowing some yards over the summer so I 
could save up some money to buy a new bike. I thought 
that was a great idea. He suggested that Mrs. Rossiter, 
the old widow lady down the road, was looking for a boy 
since her arthritis had gotten much worse over the 
winter. She told him this one day when they met at the 
local grocery store. 

I went up the road that morning knocking on doors 
trying to line up a few jobs. Mrs. Rossiter said yes. 
Then I got several people who said they already had 
someone or they did their own yards. Mr. and Mrs. Kelly 
across the street from us were retired and said that 
would be nice to have someone do their yard for them, 
so that made two jobs. Then I knocked on the door of a 
house that had been vacant most of the winter. A pretty 
young lady answered the door. Her name was Miss 
Albertson, and I ended up signing her up too - three 
yards. That would make me about $6 a week.

The pretty young lady, I later found out was just out 
of college and she had rented the house when she moved 
to town to take a job as an accountant at one of the 
accounting firms in town. So, in April I began my 
career as a lawn care specialist. From April through 
the end of May I made almost $50 doing my three yards, 
and I had the whole summer and early fall ahead of me.


Chapter 1: Naked
----------------

One Saturday morning in early June right after school 
was out for the summer, I had just finished Miss 
Albertson's lawn and went to her door to get paid. I 
knocked. She came to the door.

"I have finished your yard, Miss Albertson."

"Oh, good! Please step in while I get my purse, Brady, 
and by the way, you can call me Terri. That's Terri 
with an "I", not "Y"." She walked into her kitchen and 
was back in just a few seconds with my $2. The aroma of 
something baking wafted through the house. It smelled 
really good. "Here you are, Brady. Thanks for doing the 
yard. I didn't want the expense of buying a lawn mower 
so I'm really happy that you are willing to mow it for 
me and that you do such a good job."

"Oh, you're welcome, Miss Alb-, er, Terri."

"Brady, I have another small job you could help me with 
if you would."

"What's that?"

"Well, the appliance men delivered a new washing 
machine and dryer for me yesterday afternoon and hooked 
them up and left. This morning when I went down in the 
basement one of the hoses was leaking and there was a 
small stream of water running across the basement 
floor. I tried to move the washer but it was too heavy 
for me to move, and I couldn't squeeze in behind it to 
reach the hoses. Do you suppose you could squeeze in 
behind the washer and tighten the hoses for me?"

"I'll try. If I can't fit back there maybe the two of 
us could move it out far enough to reach the hoses. 
Let's go look." So we trooped off through the kitchen 
to the basement. It was cookies baking. There were some 
cooling on the counter.

Miss Albertson's, that is, Terri's house was an older 
home that was there before the farm was sold off. The 
basement was one of those old damp, musty smelling 
cellars. She turned on the light over the washer and I 
saw the water trickling across the floor. I managed to 
squeeze in between the washer and a cob-webbed and 
dusty block wall. I gave the leaky hose a quick twist 
and was immediately soaked by a spray of cold water. 
Turned it the wrong way. A few seconds later I had the 
hose tightened and the leaking stopped. I scooted out 
back in to the basement dripping water. I had a 
thorough drenching. And I was filthy from the dirt and 
cobwebs.

"Oh, just look at you!" Terri exclaimed. "Tell you 
what. Why don't you take those clothes off and put them 
in the washer? While they're washing and drying you can 
take a quick shower and have glass of milk and some 
fresh cookies. How's that sound?"

"I guess OK," I said, "but um... what will I wear?"

"You can wrap up in a big towel until the clothes are 
done."

"Well, OK. I sure don't want to traipse through your 
house like this." So she turned on the washer and added 
the soap and while it was filling, she brought me a big 
towel.

"Now you just get out of those clothes when I go 
upstairs, put them in the washer and put the lid down. 
Then wrap up in the towel and come upstairs and I'll 
show you to the bathroom where you can clean up."

So, I took off my shoes and socks, t-shirt, shorts and 
underwear and tossed them in the washer. Then I wrapped 
the towel around me and padded barefoot up the stairs. 
She showed me to the bathroom. She had laid out a new 
clean towel in the bathroom. "Now you just take a 
shower and come out to the kitchen when you're done and 
have some cookies and milk, OK?"

"OK" I closed the door and locked it, dropped the towel 
and took a nice shower. A few minutes later I felt 
better and cleaner, and wrapped the new towel around me 
and tucked in the end of the towel at my waist so it 
would stay in place, and walked out to the kitchen.

"Brady, just have a seat there at the table." She 
brought me a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, then 
began to clean up the mixing bowl and cookie sheets. 
While she worked, I ate. We made small talk about 
school. Mostly she asked a lot of questions to keep the 
conversation going, while I mumbled my answers and ate. 
"Be back in a minute," she said, "gotta put your 
clothes in the dryer." Off she dashed to the basement 
and was back in less than two minutes. "Want some more 
cookies?" she asked with her hands deep in dishwater.

"Yeah, that would be good."

"Just come over here and help yourself. There's more 
milk in the fridge if you want it."

I got up and took my plate and glass to the cupboard 
next to the fridge and poured a glass of milk, grabbed 
three more cookies and started back to the table. I 
felt the towel slip. Milk in one hand. Cookies in the 
other. The towel dropped to the floor and I froze. She 
turned as I walked away from the counter and saw 
everything. It was so silent for about fifteen seconds 
you could have heard a pin drop. Then she burst out 
laughing and I moved to the table to set my plate and 
glass down.

"Wait!" she shouted. I froze again as she stared at me 
- butt naked. "Don't be embarrassed. I've got two older 
brothers and I've seen naked boys before." I relaxed, 
but only a little bit. She started to say something 
then paused for a few seconds. The she began again, 
"Brady, put your towel on and sit down. There's 
something I want to ask you." I stooped over to 
retrieve my towel. All the while she was staring at me. 
I wrapped the towel around me and sat down.

"Yes, what do you want to know?"

"Well, it's kind of a personal question and if you 
don't want to answer you don't have to. Have you ever 
seen a naked woman before - up close?"

"Well, um, once Eric and I had a magazine with pictures 
in it, uh, of, uh, um... naked women. But that's the 
only time. Why do you want to know?"

"I said I'd seen naked boys before and I have, but... 
but, um, my brothers are circumcised and you're not. 
Let me ask you another question. Could I look at you, 
kind of up close, just to see it better? Now, before 
you answer, just too kind of make it even, um - this 
has got to be a secret between you and me, OK? Secret?"

My mind was racing. Was this conversation going where I 
thought it might go - where I hoped it might go. If it 
was, this could turn out to be very interesting. My 
hormones were already beginning to surge through my 
body. "Well, OK, I guess. I won't tell anyone."

"OK. It's a deal. Secret. Neither of us tells anyone. 
As I was saying, just to make it even, if you agree to 
let me look a little closer, I'll let you look. What do 
you say?"

"Um, yeah, that'd be OK." I couldn't believe this was 
happening. This could be better than a wet dream, and I 
didn't have very many of those - not nearly as many as 
I'd like to have had. Eric and I shared every one with 
each other - in complete detail. But this was going to 
be even better and I couldn't share it with anyone, 
even Eric.

So as I was finishing off my cookies and milk, she did 
up the rest of the dishes and then she said, "Let's go 
down the hall," and I followed her down the hall to her 
bedroom. She sat on the end of the bed, and patted on 
the bed beside her for me to sit down. I sat down, 
still wrapped in my towel, scarcely believing that what 
was about to happen was real.

She began to unbutton her blouse revealing her 
cleavage. She had my undivided attention. I watched, 
completely fascinated as she slid the blouse back off 
her shoulders and her nipples appeared. She wasn't 
wearing a bra. As the blouse slid off her shoulders and 
down her arms two magnificent breasts popped into view. 
Not huge. Not small. Just two of the roundest, firmest 
titties I had ever imagined, tipped by two quarter-
sized pink circles and two little hard nipples pointing 
forward from the circles. At this point that small 
detail about the hard nipples was lost to me, but I 
would find out about that later. "So, what are you 
thinking?" she asked.

"Um, awesome. Totally awesome." Almost out of control, 
I started to reach toward her.

She help up her hand. "No touching - the deal is just 
to look. Your turn."

I reached and pulled on the towel where it was tucked 
in and opened it. I had a boner - all four and a half 
inches of it - complete with a foreskin. I had not even 
realized I had a boner, so rapt was my attention to her 
breasts. She stared attentively at my little hard-on. 
The foreskin was still almost totally covering the 
head. "Well, um, d-do I get to see anymore?" I 
stammered.

"Sure, if you want to." I nodded. She stood facing me 
and unbuttoned her shorts, pulled the zipper down and 
slowly lowered them to her knees. As she stooped over, 
lowering her shorts her breasts shook slightly from 
side to side. My boner twitched. She let go and the 
shorts dropped to her ankles. She took two small steps 
sideways to step out of them and kicked them aside. Her 
legs were slightly spread. She had on sheer, brief 
panties. 

I could barely make out the outline of her triangle of 
pubic hair as well as the slightest hint of a cleft 
running down between her legs. She hooked her thumbs 
into the waistband of her panties and repeated the 
motion. Then she sat on the bed facing me with her left 
leg folded up underneath her right leg and the right 
leg hanging over the edge of the bed to the floor. Her 
crotch was barely open and I couldn't make out very 
much.

We sat for what seemed like several minutes, taking in 
each others details, transfixed by the views. But no 
touching. All too soon she broke the spell. "Brady, 
remember this has got to be kept secret. You probably 
have a lot of questions in your mind about all of this 
kind of thing - you know - sex. All boys of your age 
do. If you can keep the secret, perhaps at another time 
I could provide answers to some of your questions. What 
do you think of that idea?"

"Well, um, I think that would be real neat. I won't 
tell a soul. Cross my heart and hope to die. Not even 
my best friend Eric. Nobody, never."

She dressed and went to get my clothes out of the 
dryer. I dressed and she walked me to the door. She 
gave me $3 for "helping me fix the washer," she said 
with a wink. "Secret?"

"Secret," I said, and started off down the road pushing 
the lawn mower. I met Eric riding his bike as I pushed 
my mower down the road after leaving Miss Albertson's. 
"Hey, where you going?" I inquired.

"Nowhere in particular."

I needed to relieve the boner which I still had since 
leaving Terri's house. "Let's go into this lot and jack 
off," I suggested.

"OK by me."

We went in to our hiding place. We had one on almost 
any piece of property along the road that was 
overgrown. This one was a thicket of old lilac bushes 
in which we had trimmed out a small area in the center. 
We quickly dropped our shorts and started to work. 
"Look at you, hard already," Eric said. What have you 
been thinking about?"

"Oh, I dunno. Just felt horny." So we stood facing each 
other and each of us took hold of the others meat and 
started a steady rhythm of hand motion. When he gave me 
the downstroke and pulled my foreskin back a little I 
was in seventh heaven. Almost immediately I had an 
orgasm but still didn't shoot any jazz, ass we called 
it in those days.

Eric asked, "You go already? Boy, you sure were 
primed."

"Yeah, I guess. I was having some pretty hot thoughts 
about Mary Grace's tits. I wonder how much bigger 
they'll be when school starts up?" Mary was one of the 
early developers in our class at school.

"Nice to think about," he replied. He soon had his dry 
orgasm and we zipped up and went on our way. I mowed 
her yard for several more weeks always hoping for 
another session, but nothing was ever said. I kept my 
secret. It was difficult but I did. I began to think 
she had forgotten about telling me more. I had a lot I 
wanted to know.


Chapter 2: Touching and Feeling
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In early July right after the 4th I had just finished 
mowing her yard and went to the door and knocked. She 
opened the door almost immediately. I think she must 
have been watching me as I finished mowing.

"All done? Here's your $2. Thanks for mowing." I 
thought she was going to send me on my way again, then 
she said, "Have you got time to come in for a while?"

"Oh, yes. It's so hot out here today it would be very 
nice to come in a cool off - and get a drink of water."

"I think we can manage that. Would you like to talk 
some more and learn a few more things about what we 
talked about last time?" she asked. I thought you would 
never ask, I thought.

"Sure, that would be neato." Hot damn! My boner was 
starting to rise at the thought.

"Well, why don't you take a quick shower to clean up 
and then we can have a chat. OK?"

"Suits me." So she led me to the bathroom where towels 
had already been laid out. I took a quick shower and 
wrapped a towel around me and as I opened the bathroom 
door she spoke from the bedroom. I followed the sound 
of her voice and there she was sitting on the edge of 
the bed just like last time - one leg tucked under her, 
the other on the floor. She was wearing only a bra and 
panties.

"If what you told me last time is true, I gather that 
you don't know a whole lot about the subject of sex. Am 
I right?" I nodded my head. She continued, "Well, I 
thought today we might learn something about erogenous 
zones. Do you know what that means?"

"No, I never heard the word before."

"Erogenous zones are parts of the body that are 
particularly sensitive to touching. When they are 
touched the right way, there are feelings of pleasure, 
quite often it is very intense pleasure. I suppose you 
have masturbated - or jacked off?"

That caught me completely off guard. I blushed. I could 
feel my whole upper body get very hot. I know she could 
see how embarrassed I was. I had never heard an adult 
mention the word before and here she was so matter-of-
fact about it. Sex education was not part of the school 
curriculum in those days and most parents didn't bring 
it up either. Mine didn't. Eric's didn't.
"Er, yeah, I have few times" Like every day sometimes 
twice a day.

"Always alone or with someone? Now I'm not just being 
nosy here. If you are truthful with me as I will be 
with you, it will help me in providing you with the 
information you'd like to have."

"Um... sometimes I do it with a friend."

"Is it the boy I've seen you going up and down the road 
with several times?"

"Yes. His name is Eric and we are best buddies."

"OK then, let's get on with erogenous zones. Some you 
are already familiar with, since you occasionally jack 
off." She emphasized occasionally. At first it was hard 
to be honest with her, but as I opened up, I could see 
that being honest was going to make the time more 
interesting and informative. "By the way, I don't mind 
if you use familiar terms in our conversations, like 
jack off, instead of the proper terms like masturbate. 
So, if you have jacked off you know the head of the 
penis is filled with very sensitive nerve endings - 
right?"

"Yeah."

"There are other erogenous zones like the neck, the 
lips, the breasts. Did you know that?"

"No."

"And you certainly don't know anything about those 
areas on a woman's body, do you?"

"No."

"Then I think it would be good to talk about them and 
see them." She stood up and unsnapped her bra. It fell 
forward down her arms and she tossed it onto a chair. 
Once again I got to see the objects of my fantasies for 
masturbating during the past month. Then she pulled 
down her panties and tossed them to the chair. The 
sight of her triangle of light brown pubic hair made my 
boner twitch involuntarily. She nodded at me, still 
wrapped in my towel. I stood and slipped it from around 
my waist and laid it aside on the chair as well. We sat 
back on the bed. 

"Obviously, the area around and in the crotch are 
sensitive ones. You've already discovered that and 
we'll get back to that later. Let's talk about 
something else first. I notice that you've taken quite 
an interest in my breasts. They are one of the areas 
that should not be neglected during foreplay. Foreplay 
is what couples do prior to the joining of their bodies 
in the sex act, and it involves all five of the senses: 
sight, touch, smell, sound, and taste. I'll bet you 
never thought of the last three, did you?"

"No," I said.

"Let's talk about the breasts. This dark area at the 
tip of the breast consists of the aureola, which is the 
outer part of the circular area and the nipple in the 
very center of the circle and sticking out from it. In 
some women the aureola may be larger than mine which 
are relatively small. They also vary in color from a 
lighter pink to a darker brown shade. 

"You already know how they can produce stimulating or 
exciting feelings just by looking at them, as evidenced 
by your boner. And if you'll recall our last time 
together you started to reach out to touch them. I 
wasn't ready for you to touch because I had to be sure 
you'd keep our secret. You have, haven't you?"

"No, I mean yes: I've kept the secret and no, I haven't 
told a soul. I wanted to come back again."

"OK, so much for sight. There isn't really much to 
smell or hear as far as the breasts are concerned. Now 
as for touching: the entire breast is very sensitive 
but more so as you approach the aureola and nipple. At 
first the nipple may be soft and almost flat, barely 
sticking out from the aureola. As foreplay continues 
the nipple becomes more firm and sticks out from the 
aureola. For maximum arousal, the touching should be 
very gentle and light at first. As the arousal builds, 
a somewhat more aggressive approach may be used, if 
it's mutually agreed upon. 

"And while I'm on that topic, let me say that some 
people, strange people in my opinion, are into painful 
variations of sex. These will not be of concern to us. 
As you gain experience you'll learn to 'read' your 
partner and respond to her accordingly. And, it's OK to 
talk to one another and tell your partner what feels 
good or what you'd like to have happen next."

"That is so neat," I said. "I can't wait to hear more; 
tell me more."

"Now, Brady, before we begin touching, we need to have 
each other's permission to continue. After all, your 
body is your body and no one has the right to touch it 
without your permission. So, do I have your permission 
to touch you and demonstrate some of the things we've 
been talking about?"

My boner twitched again. "Yes, Terri, you have my 
permission. Let's go ahead." I was as eager a student 
as I'd ever been.

She went on, "And, Brady, you have my permission to 
touch mine. Here's what I mean by gentle touch." She 
reached over to me with her left hand and very gently 
spiraled her index finger around and over my right 
nipple. It sort of tickled, but in a nice way, not the 
way that would make you giggle or laugh. I felt my 
little nipple immediate tense up. 

Before now, I'd never realized how sensitive and 
stimulating nipples could be. It was great. Turning to 
face me more directly she reached across with her right 
hand and began doing the same thing on my left side as 
well. What a rush of excitement I felt.

"Oooh," I moaned, "that feels so good."

Looking at me straight in the face, eye to eye, Terri 
replied, "It's supposed to. That's what foreplay does; 
it gets you fired up to enjoy sex. Does that excite 
you?" I noticed her eyes drop momentarily to my 
throbbing hard-on. She was still wanting to see it up 
close, foreskin and all. So, let's get on with it, I 
thought to myself. What's the delay here?

"Oh, it definitely does," I responded.

Then she abruptly stopped and leaned back away from me. 
"I can tell you liked that. Now do the same for me." 
She reached to my hands taking both my hands in hers 
and slowly pulled them toward her breasts. Not that she 
had to pull very hard; she had an eager and willing 
student here. She separated my index fingers from the 
other fingers and placed the tips at the top of her 
fleshy mounds. "Your turn." Using both hands I slowly 
traced large circles around the bases of the mounds 
gradually working in toward the tip at the center of 
the circles. 

When I reached the edge of the aureola she moaned 
softly, "Oh, Brady, that's so nice. You're very good. 
You are catching on fast. Oh, yessss, don't stop now." 
I continued with the light touch at the nipples, 
noticing how the nipples began to get harder and stick 
up, just like she said. She must be getting aroused, I 
thought to myself.

As I did my homework, she reached back to me with her 
hands and began working on me again as I continued on 
her. What ecstasy! "Woooo," we both exclaimed at almost 
the same time. "Now, follow my lead and do this." She 
began touching my breast area with her palms over my 
nipples and slowly pulling up and away from me drawing 
her finger tips from every direction toward my nipples 
and gently squeezing what little flesh I had around my 
nipples. 

I followed suit on her, but of course I really got two 
really nice handfuls of soft jell-O-like breasts. Oh 
my! Another twitch of my hard-on. Then she sat up and 
took her hands away from me, and took hold of my hands 
and removed them from her breasts. A wave of 
disappointment swept over me. We're done already, I 
thought to myself, just when it was getting good.

Sensing my disappointment, she said, "We've done sight 
and touch, and when it comes to breasts there really 
isn't much to hear and smell. There isn't much to taste 
either, but using the tongue and lips can be fun too. 
And with that, she leaned forward and began using her 
tongue and lips on my nipples, tracing circles around 
the nipple area with the tip of her tongue, and gently 
using her lips to kiss and suckle. Damn, the fireworks 
were building. I'd never known such an intense feeling 
of physical pleasure. How could it get any better? But 
as I found out later, it would.

Then she pulled away and reached out, placing her hands 
on the back of my head and drawing me to her lovely 
breasts. I repeated the routine she had just 
demonstrated for me, moving from one titty to the 
other, licking, kissing, nibbling and sucking. She 
moaned with delight. This went on for maybe a minute or 
two, but it seemed like only seconds when she said, "I 
think that's about all for today. We can continue with 
this another time. I don't want you to stay in here for 
too long or we might make somebody suspicious. Now, we 
can't meet next week. I have to go home for the weekend 
for one of my older brother's birthday. So, let's get 
dressed and get you on your way."

As I was drawing up my boxers the waistband brushed 
across the end of my nearly exposed dick head giving me 
an instant orgasm. Dry again, but a very, very 
intensely pleasurable orgasm. Fortunately Terri didn't 
notice when my knees almost went out from underneath 
me. I finished dressing and she walked me to the door 
and paid me for the lawn. Before opening the door she 
said, "Secret?"

"Big secret," I responded. She gave me a quick hug, 
opened the door and I left. Two fucking weeks, I 
thought to myself. How will I live until then. I went 
home and immediately went to my room and choked my 
chicken again.


Chapter 3: Orgasm
-----------------

The two weeks went by painfully slow. In late July I 
was mowing yet again, as I did every Saturday morning, 
at Terri's. As I finished she stuck her head out the 
door and called, "Hey, Brady, come on in. I owe you for 
two week's mowing." Pulling the mower to the side of 
the house where it would be less visible, I dutifully 
and eagerly went around to the back door and let myself 
in.

"If you're ready, clean up," she said, "and meet me in 
the bedroom."

"Oh, I'm quite ready." I answered quickly. I took a 
shower and toweled off in record time, wrapped the 
towel around me, and went to the bedroom. She was 
sitting stark naked at her usual place on the side of 
the bed. I hastily dropped my towel and joined her. My 
boner was already rising.

"Today I think we need to explore another erogenous 
zone, the pubic area. How's that sound to you?"

I was getting less bashful and more comfortable around 
her. "I thought you'd never ask." She giggled softly.

"I suppose you had to relieve your stress once or twice 
while I was gone?" she inquired.

"Yeah." Once or twice a day, I thought to myself.

"Alone or with someone?"

"Both."

"Eric?"

"Yeah, Eric. But I never said a word to him. We just 
get together and, you know, and uh... do it. I must 
admit it's better when I think about what we've done 
together - about you. And by the way, you remember I 
told you that we had orgasms but not shooting jazz? 
Well, we were down by the river in one of our spots and 
Eric practically screamed as he went off. He shot a wad 
for the first time. He said it was like nothing he'd 
ever experienced before. Said it was like the usual dry 
shots, but a hundred times better."

"What about you?" she quizzed? "Still dry?"

"Still dry as a boner." I was trying to make a little 
joke. She snickered. "So, what's up for today?"

"I hope you are," she said.

"Look and see for yourself." My penis was standing a 
full attention - all four and a half inches of it. I 
had a pretty large amount of foreskin so it still 
enclosed the head even when I was hard. "Does it look 
OK to you?"

"It looks fine, Brady, real fine. Let's start with 
touch, and it's really important that we talk to each 
other about how each of us feels when we are touched by 
the other - what feels good, where it feels best, and 
so forth. OK?" I nodded. "Last time we started with 
you, so this time we will start with me." She 
repositioned herself so she was propped up on the 
pillow leading against the headboard of the bed. She 
had me sit at the foot of the bed near her feet. "I'm 
going to show you the different parts of a woman's 
anatomy and tell about each of them and how to touch 
them. Come on, scoot up a little closer so you can get 
a good look." I moved up so that I was sitting next to 
her thigh as she began to talk.

Slightly spreading her legs, she placed her hand over 
the pubic area, slowly and gently rubbing over the hair 
at the top and down between her legs. I leaned in 
putting one arm between her legs to kind of prop me up 
while I looked straight in at her pussy. "In early 
stages of foreplay after you've done some kissing, and 
stimulated the breasts in various ways, as we learned 
last time, it's time to move down to the pubic area. 
Gently brush your hand over the area as you see me 
doing." 

Then she stopped, and took my hand. 

"Here, now you try it," she said as she guided it and 
coached me. As my hand glided over the hair at the top 
and down between her thighs, she continued talking. 
"That feels nice. You are doing quite well. Now, it the 
un-stimulated state this area is somewhat dry. As 
stimulation is applied, the sex organs (as you'll see 
in a minute or two) begin to secrete or put out a 
slippery liquid that moisturizes the inner parts. If 
you move into the inner area too soon and it's 
relatively dry, there is not a great deal of pleasure 
and it can be uncomfortable or even painful. So you 
always want to have a time of foreplay above the waist 
to warm things up before getting down to serious 
business." I nodded. Then she pushed my hand away.

"Next let's take a closer look a what's down there." 
She slowly pulled her legs up so that her heels were a 
few inches below her butt and then she splayed her 
knees to either side giving me a full view of a real 
wide open pussy for the first time in my life. It was a 
moment I'll never forget. She gave me several moments 
to take it all in, before going on. I sat there 
mesmerized. I got a whiff of something I had never 
smelled before. Then she spoke.

"First of all, the area is properly called the genitals 
or genitalia - those are medical terms. You may have 
never heard those word before, so let's use a more 
familiar word - pussy - there are others and you've 
probably heard them. Here is the mons or mountain; 
we'll just say pubes. Here are the labia or outer lips. 
If we fully open the outer labia we can see a number of 
things, starting at the top. First the clitoral shaft, 
then below the shaft is the clitoris or clit. These two 
parts correspond to the penis. They actually get kind 
of hard as they are stimulated, just like your dick. 
Then below that there is another set of labia, the 
inner lips which close over the vagina. That's where 
the penis or cock goes during intercourse or making 
love or fucking. Did you get all of that?"

"I think so."

"Those are all the parts. Now here's what you do with 
them during foreplay. Having already begun the process 
above the belly button, when you start playing down 
below, as we've already done, you run your hand over 
all the area covered by the pubic hair. Then you 
carefully work your way inside like this." She took my 
hand and guided it along between her thighs and outer 
lips brushing the hair on either side of the outer lips 
from the top to the bottom and back again - up one side 
and down the other. 

"You can do that for a long as you want. After a while 
you'll start to go inside the outer lips. First dip 
your finger her to get it lubricated then rub along the 
clitoral shaft, up and down along the top of the shaft, 
then along one side and then the other. Can you feel 
the shaft? It feels like a short piece of a pencil stub 
under the skin." I nodded. All the while she was 
talking my fingers were gliding along over the various 
parts.

"Notice how slippery everything is? That's the natural 
secretions I was talking about earlier which makes 
every thing feel so good, not rough and dry. Now here's 
the clit. Save it until last. Next to the vagina, it is 
the most sensitive and most important source of 
pleasure for a woman." She slowly massaged my fingers 
around it and over it, moaning softly as she did. 

"Oh, Brady, that feels so good. You're catching on 
fast." Then she moved my fingers downward around the 
outside of the inner lips, explaining things as we 
went. "As you move from the inner lips to the entrance 
to the vagina, you'll notice how smooth and slippery 
everything is. That's the way it should be if foreplay 
is done right and not rushed."

"Now as you slide your finger into the vagina move your 
finger all around and feel how soft and smooth the 
walls of the vagina are." I never felt anything as 
exciting as the inside of her cunt. "Now move your 
finger to the top of the vagina just inside the opening 
and you'll feel a small area the feels like it has 
little ripples. It's not smooth like the rest of the 
vagina. That's another very sensitive spot that's gives 
a woman her orgasm, like the clit only it's inside. 
It's called the G-spot. The penis rubs on it during 
love-making and causes the orgasm.

"Now reach in with your finger as far as you can and 
you'll run into a harder surface way at the far end 
deep inside at the back of the vagina. That's the 
cervix of the uterus. When you cum in the vagina your 
sperm will swim into the uterus through a small opening 
and from there they will find an egg to fertilize and 
the woman becomes pregnant. You must be sure to wear a 
condom if you want to be safe. It's also called a 
rubber. So there's your guided tour. Move your finger 
around a little bit in and out and all around. What do 
you think? Do you like it?"

"Terri, I think it's the neatest thing I've ever seen. 
I like it a whole lot." I moved my finger up and down 
her slit, over and around her clit, around her inner 
lips and in and out of her vagina touching her G-spot. 
She moaned slightly as I touched her clit and her G-
spot. "You like that don't you Terri?"

"Yes I do. I'm glad you can tell what's more 
pleasurable. That means you're catching on. That's 
seeing and feeling. Now take your finger out and smell 
it. What do you think?"

I held my pussy juice-covered finger to my nose. It was 
a much stronger version of the whiff I got earlier. "It 
smells kind of bad and yet good at the same time. It 
smells exciting."

"Most men have the same reaction as you. And as you 
become more experienced, just the slightest whiff of a 
pussy will be a real turn on. Brady, now it's your turn 
to give me a guided tour." She closed her legs and 
motioned for me to take over her position at the 
headboard.

I scooted into place and stretched out my legs with 
them slightly apart. My peter was sticking up and 
laying against my belly. I took her hand and moved it 
with mine so she touched each area as I talked about 
it.

I began, "Well, um, uh... this is my penis or dick or 
cock. I wrapped her finger around my shaft. It has a 
long almost straight but slightly curved part. I moved 
her hand up and down the shaft. As the skin slides up 
and down the shaft it feels good. There's a kind of 
knob on the end that's covered by a flap of skin. I 
moved her thumb and forefinger so she was hold the part 
of the foreskin wrapped around the head. And when I get 
excited the whole dick get gets bigger and harder like 
it is now since I am pretty excited. 

"It pretty much feels good wherever you touch it, but 
the head is more sensitive than the rest. If you pull 
down on the skin the skin covering the knob moves down 
the shaft and the head gets uncovered. It's most 
sensitive area is just at the rim around the base of 
the head all around. The skin sliding off the head at 
the rim feels very nice. And there's another really 
sensitive spot under the head where the skin attaches. 
I worked her index finger over that area. "Ooooo, that 
feels really good."

Down here are my balls in this loose sack. You can 
touch it if you want to." I hoped she wanted to and I 
guess she did because she touched it. She ran her 
fingers over the bag and chills went up and down my 
spine. "When it's cold the sack kind of draws up, but 
when it's warm it gets looser. It also kind of draws up 
just before I have a climax or orgasm. But I don't 
shoot sperm yet. Sometimes we call it jazz or wad."

I took my had off hers and let her play around for a 
while. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and moved 
it up and down once or twice. Then pulled the skin back 
off the head. "Oooo, that's really nice when the skin 
moves back and forth over the rim. That's what makes me 
cum when we jack off." Then she wet her finger with 
some of her spit and rubbed the underside where the 
skin attaches. "Oh gosh, Terri, that's another really 
good spot."

"I'm glad you're talking to me," she said. "That's what 
makes for more satisfying sex - being able to share 
with one another how good it makes you feel." Then she 
stopped touching me. I was afraid she was going to stop 
for the day, but she didn't she leaned over and ran her 
tongue around my nipples again. As she did so I began 
brushing my fingertips lightly back and forth over her 
nipples. We both were giving out with little whimpering 
moans from time to time. I leaned over and took first 
one nipple, then the other, into my mouth and licked 
and sucked. Terri arched her back thrusting the breast 
out toward me and moaned as I worked them over.

She slowly started to move her hand down across my 
stomach toward my crotch. I followed suit. We were 
really into foreplay, brushing our fingertips and hand 
over each other's genital area. Then the serious 
handiwork began. She began to stroke my penis. 

"That's so nice Terry," I said. "Don't stop." It got so 
hard I thought it would bust. It felt so good I just 
moaned and moaned. I began to work my fingers in and 
out of her dripping wet vagina. I put my index and 
middle finger deep inside her with my thumb sticking up 
to reach her clit. As I worked my fingers in and out of 
her I would draw my thumb up and down her shaft and 
across her clit. "Oh jeez, Brady, where did you learn 
that trick. It feels so good. Keep it up. You're quite 
the creative one."

Then it was too much for me. My legs stiffened and my 
breath came in short gasps and I had one of the most 
intense orgasms I had ever experienced. All the while I 
kept working on her. Soon she did much the same thing: 
stiffened her legs and let out with a loud scream as 
she shuddered violently with her climax. We both sat 
back exhausted by the vigorous workout we had. 

After several minutes she got up and went to the 
bathroom. Soon she returned with two warm washcloths. 
She handed me one and then proceeded to wipe around my 
dick and balls, even though there wasn't anything to 
clean up, but the warm cloth just felt good. When she 
finished I took my cloth and gently cleaned up her 
slippery juices.

Then we got dressed and she escorted me to the door, 
giving me another hug as I left. "Secret?" she said.

"Secret!" I replied. All the way home I kept sniffing 
my fingers. By the time I got home I had another stiffy 
that I had to take care of. I didn't wash my hands for 
two days, until there was nothing left to smell.

Chapter 4: Kissing
------------------

Another couple of weeks passed with no action. In mid-
August after I finished mowing I went to the back door 
as usual to get paid. She came with the money and I got 
a little bolder and asked "Um, Terri, are we going to 
get together today?"

"Well, no, Brady, I don't think we can because I 
started my period last night. But come on in and have a 
piece of cake and a glass of milk."

"Period?" I had heard of it but was not completely sure 
what it was all about. I sat down and she got me a 
piece of cake and a glass of milk. While I gobbled down 
the cake and washed it down with the milk she went on.

"OK, here's the story on the period. Remember I told 
you about the little sperm swimming up the vagina to 
fertilize an egg and make a baby?" I nodded; my mouth 
was full of cake. "Well, while the egg is waiting to 
get fertilized the uterus or womb starts getting ready 
for the fertilized egg to implant itself and grow the 
baby. When the egg doesn't get fertilized, the uterus 
has to shut down and start all over again the for the 
next month. The period is when the womb sheds its 
lining and some bleeding occurs. When this happens, 
that's when a woman has her period."

A bit perplexed by all of this, I asked, "So what 
happens to the blood?

"It trickles out through the cervix where the sperm got 
in and drips down through the vagina. To keep from 
getting my clothes messy I have to either wear a 
sanitary pad in my undies to catch the drips or use a 
tampon, which is an absorbent piece of cotton inserted 
in the vagina."

"Can I see, Terri?"

"Oh, Brady, you don't really want to do that. It's 
really kind of nasty."

"Please? I've never seen that before, in fact, I didn't 
even know all that much about it. Please show me?"

"Well, if you insist, but you may get grossed out."

"Oh, I won't get grossed out. Eric and I see squished 
possums and rabbits on the road all the time. It can't 
be any worse than that." She laughed.

"Well, no, it's not exactly like that. Come into the 
bathroom and you can see." We went down the hall into 
the bathroom. She got into the cabinet under the sink 
and removed a slender package containing a tampon. "OK, 
now it's going to get kind of raunchy. Are you sure you 
want to go ahead?"

"Yes," I replied. She opened the tampon and explained 
that the outer tube helps to insert the absorbent 
cotton into the vagina, then it is pulled out leaving 
the tampon in place to absorb the liquid coming out of 
the cervix. The string allows her to pull the tampon 
out when she's ready to change it. "Now this morning 
when I got up I put on a sanitary pad so that's what 
you'll see first."

She dropped her shorts and panties to reveal an oblong 
pad covered with bloody spots. She quickly removed the 
pad and wrapped it in toilet paper but not before a 
somewhat unpleasant odor wafted through the air. She 
saw me wrinkling my nose and said, "I told you so." 
Then she took the tampon, inserted it and removed the 
outer tube and threw the tube into the wastebasket. 
That was it. Kind of gross but not all that bad, I 
thought. She washed her hands.

Then as we walked out of the bathroom she said, "I 
guess there is something we could work on today that's 
pretty important in love-making." She led me into the 
bedroom and we sat on the bed. "In fact, it's how 
foreplay usually begins. Brady, have you ever kissed a 
girl?"

"Well, um, uh... we played a kissing game once at 
Marilyn Stark's birthday party last fall after her 
parents went upstairs. I got to kiss Marilyn, Susan 
Crumb, and Kathy Finley. But that's all."

"Was it like this?" She turned to me and took me into 
her arms and placed her lips directly on mine and put 
her hand on the back of my head. We held that embrace 
for maybe thirty seconds - it seemed like a long time, 
but it was over too quickly. I was beginning to get a 
boner by the time we had finished.

"No, not exactly. It was more like a quick peck on the 
lips. Yours was very nice."

She leaned toward me again, put her arms around me and 
we had another very long kiss. Then she explained that 
the lips, sides of the neck and area of the throat 
under the chin are sensitive areas to kiss and usually 
begin the process of arousal. We came together again 
and I put my arms around her as well. This time after 
we broke she lifted her head and I began to plant 
little kisses around her neck and her throat. She made 
soft little humming noises. Then she took my head into 
her hands, tilted it back and did the same to me. It 
almost tickled but was very stimulating.

"Brady, have you ever heard of a French kiss?"

"No."

"Well, when you French kiss - now this will sound gross 
but when you actually do it, it will be very exciting - 
you kiss with your mouths open." She leaned back close 
to me again with her lips slight apart. I parted mine 
as well and we joined lips together, mouths open. 
Suddenly I felt her tongue quickly dart out of her 
mouth to touch the edge of my lips, then withdraw. 

I followed her lead. What a turn on! When I withdrew 
she advanced her tongue again this time pushing further 
and further into my mouth, moving it around as she did 
so, then withdrew again. I reciprocated. Then she broke 
the embrace and said, "Like it?"

"Oh, yeah!" We kissed again. Falling backward on the 
bed she pulled me over on halfway on top of her. We 
never broke the kiss as we laid down, our tongues 
continually working back and forth as we fell. That was 
the first time we had ever laid together, even if I 
wasn't completely on top of her. But it was so nice. My 
hand went automatically to her breast and gave it a 
gentle massage through her blouse - no bra. Her nipple 
hardened and I was hard as a rock. She reached down, 
working over my very erect penis and down into my 
crotch. I thought my dick would burst open it was so 
hard.

Then we broke the embrace and she rolled me over onto 
my back and opened my shorts. She began to tug at the 
waistband and I arched my back as she pulled them and 
my jockey shorts at the same time halfway down my legs. 
She paused to take a long look at my erect penis with 
its foreskin-covered head. 

She took my penis between her thumb and forefinger and 
slowly drew the foreskin back from the head then pushed 
it back in place again. She appeared to be enchanted by 
my uncircumcised pecker as she stared intently at it 
and repeated this motion several times. What a 
wonderful feeling. I was glad that I was uncircumcised. 
That was the main reason this whole thing got started 
in the first place. Thank God for foreskins.

She leaned back down to me and we continued frenching 
for several more minutes as she wrapped her whole hand 
around my throbbing meat and began to give me an 
exquisite hand job. This went on, the French kissing 
and the hand job, for several more minutes until I 
began twitching and jerking as she brought me to an 
unforgettable orgasm.

Finally I came out of my Nirvana and asked Terri, "Can 
I do you?"

"No, Brady," she replied, "It would be too nasty. Let's 
just get put back together and wait until next week. By 
the way, I think you did a very nice job on today's 
lesson. Maybe we could get together next week and 
practice French kissing little more before we move on 
to something else."

"I thought it was pretty cool too. I'd have to say 
French kissing is a really big turn on. I would like 
very much to do it again." With that she saw me to the 
door. "Secret?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah, secret." And I walked home reveling in the 
thoughts of what we'd been doing. I had never even 
heard of French kissing before and I don't think any of 
the other boys had either. If they had, they never 
mentioned it. I wondered what she had in mind when she 
said 'move on to something else'. I think we had done 
almost everything I could think of but one. In my mind 
we were ready for the main event, the ultimate 
experience. The anticipation of that occurrence gave me 
another hard-on. I hoped the week would pass quickly 
and the weekend wouldn't be too long in coming.


Chapter 5: Oral
---------------

Next Saturday rolled around and it rained hard all 
weekend so I didn't get to mow her yard until Monday 
while she was at work. Rain on Saturday was bad enough 
but I especially dreaded rain late in the week because 
that meant I'd have to mow three yards on Saturday and 
that would leave very little time for the 
extracurricular activities. From my point of view the 
mowing was extracurricular. As far as I was concerned 
the indoor pursuits were the main curriculum. I 
actually enjoyed being a student. This summer school 
really fun and interesting.

The following Saturday dawned bright and sunny and I 
could resume my regular mowing schedule and, I hoped, 
the other activity I had been anticipating. After a 
quick breakfast I got the lawn mower and hurried down 
to Terri's house to get her yard done. 

When I finished I went to the back door as usual and 
let myself in. She heard me and called from the far end 
of the house. "Brady, I'm back in the bedroom. Come on 
back." I walked through the kitchen, living room and 
down the hall past the bathroom to her bedroom. There 
were two bedrooms and hers was on the left. She was 
making the bed, putting on clean sheets by the looks of 
it. "Give me a hand." This is IT, I thought to myself. 
I helped her finish making the bed. "You look hot and 
sweaty. Would you like to clean up?"

"I think I need a shower."

"Help yourself, and clean real good under your 
foreskin." She had never said that before. What's that 
got to do with the price of eggs, I wondered. I went 
into the bathroom and cleaned up - as suggested. When I 
came out I didn't bother with the towel.

She was lying on the bed propped up on one elbow 
looking expectantly at the door. Not a stitch on. I was 
glad I didn't mess with the towel. I climbed into the 
bed and laid next to her. We just laid there about a 
foot apart looking into each others eyes, then up and 
down each others body for several minutes. She leaned 
forward and so did I for a lingering kiss - lips 
closed. I could feel myself starting to get hard. She 
broke the silence. "Let's just kind of put everything 
together that we've talked about. Sort of like a 
review." 

I demonstrated my agreement with that suggestion by 
scooting a little closer to her as she laid back on the 
pillow. Leaning over her and parting my lips I paused 
briefly. She responded in kind and we immediately went 
into a prolonged French kissing session, tongues 
darting in and out of each others mouths. She lifted 
her chin and turned her head aside and I smothered her 
neck and throat with soft kisses mixed with playful 
nibbles as she began to gasp softly. She was getting 
hot. So was I.

I pulled away and lifted my chin and she repeated the 
kissing on me. As she did her hand reached out to my 
chest and began a light touching and circling of my 
nipples. We were on a roll. I responded in a like 
manner to her as we went back into the frenching mode 
for a few more minutes. Things were heating up quickly.

I took the lead and began to move my head down to her 
breasts to kick things up a notch. I nuzzled and kissed 
and licked my way around the bottom of each mound up to 
the nipple where I flicked my tongue back and forth 
across the sensitive tip. She moaned loudly. I knew I 
was doing well - that my lessons had been well learned. 
After I finished the first round trip she pushed me 
away and over on to my back. Then she proceeded to work 
the same magic on me. I boner kept twitching 
involuntarily. As I laid there on my back she got up on 
her knees beside me and gave me another big French 
kiss.

She looked into my eyes and smiled. "Brady," she asked, 
"do you know what a blow job is?"

"I've heard about them. But I never had one." Do people 
really do that, I thought to myself?

"Well, Brady, today is your lucky day because today you 
going to get your first blow job." With that being said 
she kissed her way down my chest, across my abdomen to 
the top of my pubic area - where there was still no 
sign of hair growth. She moved herself over between my 
spread legs, still kneeling. I raised my head up off 
the pillow to observe this awesome event. She gently 
grasped my erect penis at the base and lifted it to a 
fully upright position. Then she licked her lips, 
opened her mouth wide and came down over the top of my 
raging hard-on, never even touching it with her lips 
until her mouth was pressed firmly around the base of 
it. 

Slowly she closed her lips to encircle the base and 
began to slowly raise her head gently sucking as she 
progressed from the base up to the foreskin-covered 
head. Slowly she pulled off and away from my erection. 
She licked her lips and planted a very wet kiss on the 
tip, flicking my small area of exposed head with her 
tongue. She began a slow descent back down to the base, 
rubbing my balls in a circular motion as she went. She 
paused briefly to draw a breath and reversed her path 
back up to the top.

She made a couple of more trips up and down the shaft. 
I was enjoying this delightful kind of foreplay more 
and more by the minute. Then as she reached the head, 
with her lips still firmly pressed around the head of 
my throbbing dick, she paused, grasped the foreskin and 
pulled it down away from the head continuing the 
flicking motion with her tongue around the most 
sensitive area on the rim of my fully exposed dick 
head. 

"Oh, shit, Terri, don't stop!" I whispered between 
clenched teeth. Then she move her flicking tongue to 
the underside of the head where the foreskin is 
attached. "Oh, Terri, right there, right there! Don't 
stop," All the while she was applying a gentle suction 
to the head, sliding her encircling lips up and down 
over the rim, up and down, up and down.

Words cannot fully describe the waves of excitement 
rushing through my penis as she continued to minister 
to me. I could feel my ball sack draw up tighter than 
it ever had before and then began the absolutely most 
intense orgasm I had ever, ever experienced. I drew in 
a deep breath and held it. Wave after wave of ecstasy 
swept across my whole body. 

As I squeezed my eyes shut, fireworks were going off in 
my mind. My body felt like it was one big explosion of 
great tingling sexual gratification. She kept sucking, 
bobbing her head and moving her tongue, sucking, 
bobbing her head and moving her tongue over and over 
until she sensed that I was completely satiated. I fell 
back on the pillow exhausted.

She sharply called my name, "Brady!" I exhaled quickly, 
raised my head, opened my eyes and looked at her. She 
stuck out her tongue at me revealing a whitish liquid. 
Then she swallowed and sternly said, "Brady, you came. 
You shot your wad for the very first time in my mouth."

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. "Oh, Terri, 
I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do it. I didn't think it 
was going to happen." I feared that she might want to 
end this arrangement right now. I felt so bad that I'd 
done that to her. "I am sorry. Please, Terri, please 
forgive me!"

She just looked at me and began to grin. "It's OK, 
Brady. It's not bad. It's good. I liked it. I wasn't 
expecting it either, but it's OK. I'm not mad at you at 
all." She came up to me and kissed me on the lips. The 
taste of my own joy juice was now on my lips. I licked 
them. It was a little salty, but it didn't taste bad. 
"Now, Brady, would you like to do the same for me?"

"You mean kiss you down there?" She nodded. "Well, I'll 
try." She rolled over on her back and raised her knees 
and spread her legs apart. I knelt between her legs as 
she had done for me. "OK, what do I do now?"

"Remember what you were doing with your fingers?"

"Yeah."

"Just do the same thing with your tongue and your 
lips." She reached down and pulled back her outer lips 
to keep the hair out of the center. I looked carefully 
at the area exposed before me. I had never even 
conceived of doing this a few minutes ago. The idea was 
so new to me it was mind boggling. I bent down. As I 
approached her crotch that delicious aroma of her sex 
filled my nose. My limp dick began to stir to life 
again. 

I began to smother her pubic area with kisses, 
beginning at the top and working my way down the thigh 
on the outside of one outer lip and up the other. When 
I got back to the top I kissed my way down over the 
shaft, the clit (she moaned) and then around the inner 
lips ending at the opening to her love canal. That 
heady fragrance inspired my pole to finish rising to 
full attention. All of those slippery juices I had 
touched before began to coat my lips and chin.

I pulled away momentarily and repeated the whole 
routine this time flicking my tongue all along the path 
it traced. As I passed over her clit she moaned again 
and I finished that pass by sticking my tongue as far 
into her vagina as I could. The slightly salty taste 
was not at all objectionable, and actually, I kind of 
liked it.

When I finished licking up and down and all around, I 
returned to the starting place and this time I sucked 
each part as I made my way long the path from the outer 
lips to the clit. I seemed to get an audible response 
from her each time I reached her clitoris, so I paused 
there to give it several good sucks. She rewarded me 
with her approval by panting loudly and gyrating her 
hips. She took my head into both hands, moaning loudly. 
I finished that round by positioning my mouth around 
her opening and sucking strongly and drawing out her 
love juices.

Sensing that she was very near to her climax, I 
returned to the clit, rapidly cycling the action from 
kissing to licking to sucking, kissing, licking 
sucking, over and over again. This time I inserted two 
of my fingers into her love canal and tickled her G-
spot. She grasped my head more firmly and held it in 
place over her hardened button of flesh. 

She began to cry out and thrash about violently, but I 
held on to her butt cheeks like a cowboy on a bucking 
bull until she became exhausted and finally pushed me 
away from my work. "God, Brady, that was the ultimate 
in getting eaten out. Great. Wonderful. Magnificent. 
Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?"

"Oh, I don't know. I'm just a natural, I guess. And I 
have to credit to my teacher. I had a very good teacher 
- so very good." I flopped down beside her as worn out 
as she was. I wanted to kiss her but I didn't know how 
she'd feel about the generous portions of her juices 
slathered all over my face, so I reached out and held 
her hand. She rolled over to me, took my face into both 
of her hands, pulled me over to her and we began 
frenching again.

After a few minutes she said, "Brady, much as I'd like 
to lay here the rest of the day with you, you'd better 
be going so we don't get people thinking." 

"Yeah, that would be nice - not to have to go - and to 
lay here the rest of the day with you." We got up and 
dressed. As we dressed she told me that since I was now 
producing sperm I could get a girl pregnant.

"Now you won't have to worry about me because I'm on 
the pill. But if you ever have sex with another girl 
you must be sure you use a rubber to keep from getting 
her pregnant. You understand?" I nodded. Then she 
asked, "It's none of my business, but sort of it is 
since I started you down this path, but, are you having 
sex with any of the girls at school?" 

I shook my head. "No Ma'am. There's no one else. Only 
you."

"OK, that's good. But if you ever need rubbers you be 
sure to let me know and I'll get some for you."

Then I went into the bathroom and splashed water over 
my face and washed it. I didn't want to have to explain 
the fragrance of my new cologne to anyone, although if 
you could bottle the stuff I'd buy a gallon right now. 
She walked me to the door and we embraced and kissed 
before she opened the door. "Secret?"

"Oh, yes, definitely a secret," I answered and I left. 
This was the Saturday before Labor Day. School would be 
starting next week on Tuesday. What a theme I could 
write on the topic of "My Summer Vacation". I could - 
but I wouldn't. And I never did - until now.


Chapter 6: Penetration
----------------------

Labor Day came and went. Tuesday morning Eric and I 
waited at the bus stop for our first day in eighth 
grade chatting about what we did over the weekend. I 
had to lie a lot. In a few days I would be 13 years old 
with knowledge and experience far surpassing all of my 
classmates and that of most high school seniors as 
well. Remember we're talking 1954 here.

First day of school we got together to meet our old 
friends, learned that some had moved away, met the new 
kids that moved in, met our new teachers, and of course 
began the business of becoming educated.

Saturday came. I popped out of bed as soon as my eyes 
opened, dressed, ate and got out the old lawn mower. 
Since April I had banked over $100, far more than 
enough to buy a new bike. But then, I wasn't mowing to 
make money for a bike today. Mowing was just an excuse 
to slip into her back door and learn as much as I could 
about s-e-x.

We made some brief small talk. Then I went in and took 
my usual shower to get rid of all the dust, sweat and 
grass clippings. When I came out, totally naked again, 
there she was on the bed, stretched out in a 
provocative pose. I didn't need much provoking. "What's 
on the agenda for today? I asked.

"Oh, I don't know. Let's just go over everything we've 
done before and then see what happens." We rolled 
toward each other, embracing and kissing. Tongues 
darted in and out of each others mouths. I moved to her 
neck and began nibbling and nipping; she began to 
gasping. I continued working on her neck and throat and 
began to massage her breasts. She reached for mine and 
mirrored my movements. I moved down and began to use my 
tongue on her nipples. Now she was moaning. She threw 
her head back on the pillow as I began to massage her 
crotch. 

I paused. Something was different. There was hair there 
at the top of the mons. I saw that as I climbed into 
bed. What was different, what I couldn't see when I got 
into bed, was that she had shaved the area in between 
her inner thighs. All of the region between her legs 
was devoid of hair and smooth as a baby's butt.

She sat up suddenly and pushed me away. "Let's rest a 
minute. We're moving too fast. I've got to slow down a 
bit." I laid back and left her alone. She reached for 
me and started me on my ascent to total stimulation by 
sucking on my nipples and rubbing her hand over my 
solidly erect penis and scrotum. Sensing my high state 
of arousal, she backed off and laid back. We held 
hands, saying nothing, for a few minutes. Then she 
spoke again. "Have you ever heard of 69?"

"It's a number, but I'm guessing that's not what you're 
thinking. No, I haven't heard of it."

"You're right on both counts: it is a number and a 
number is not what I'm thinking. Remember our oral 
session from last week? Well, there's an interesting 
variation on that called 69. It works like this." I was 
still lying on my back and she knelt beside me as she 
and done before. 

"Now we're going to enjoy a little oral sex as 
foreplay. So if either of us feels like we're going to 
go over the top, let's just back off and wait a while 
until we cool down. The object here is to get close to 
the brink without going over."

The she bent forward to begin working on me as she had 
done last week. As her mouth moved into position over 
my vertically erect cock, she moved one knee over me to 
the far side of my head and then moved the other knee 
to the corresponding position on the near side, 
straddling my face.

I'm not a slow learner and immediately got the idea. 
The view was astounding: the roundness of her buttocks, 
her small puckered butthole, the fully aroused and 
distended outer lips (without any hair) revealing all 
of the inner lips, clitoral area and vagina, and 
looking up past her small patch of pubic hair, the 
pendulous breasts swaying slightly as I could see her 
working her magic on my foreskin and exposed knob. What 
a view. I stared in amazement for several seconds from 
one thing to the other. 

Then I remembered what I was there for and raised my 
head and began to taste the generous supply of slippery 
juice that coated every visible surface of her 
genitals. One taste of the precious liquid joy is 
addictive. I plunged in with my whole face, licking and 
sucking up every drop I could find slathered over her 
pink pussy. I worked at it for all too short a time 
when she rolled off me. "Brady, I gotta take a break," 
she gasped. "I'm getting too close."

We laid there on our backs, head-to-toe and toe-to-
head, holding hands again. "That is so neat," I mumbled 
slowly as if in a daze. "I never would have thought of 
doing it that way in a thousand years. And I love the 
haircut," I said, "It makes for a much more enjoyable 
meal."

"I thought so too. I had a boyfriend in college, but it 
didn't work out between us. I used to keep it shaved 
for him but after we broke up I let it grow back. 
Assuming that you'll be eating at the Y on a regular 
basis, I decided to shave it again."

"Thanks for thinking of me. It's a great improvement." 
After another minute or two of relaxation, I got a 
stroke of inspiration and took the position on top of 
her. As I resumed my unfinished work on her sweltering 
cunt, hungrily devouring her new supply of juices, she 
began on me. That lasted all of about thirty seconds 
before she needed another break. I was getting close as 
well.

As she pushed me off she turned around so we were both 
head-to-head again. Again we laid side by side holding 
hands. After a few minutes, she rolled over and kissed 
me deeply. I could taste her fluids mingling with mine. 
It was good, very good. Then she rolled away and after 
a few seconds, she said very matter-of-fact, "Brady, I 
want you to fuck me."

"I thought you'd never ask," was my quick response. I 
was getting quite bold about all of this. I wasn't 
really sure about exactly how this was going to work, 
but I had seen all the parts and I was pretty sure 
about how they ought to fit together. I rolled over 
threw one arm and one leg to the other side of her body 
holding myself up away from her, but not too far. My 
knees were outside of her legs. As she started to 
spread her legs, I brought one knee between her legs 
and then the other. I leaned down and we kissed deeply. 
She drew her knees up and spread her legs apart as wide 
as she could.

I looked down and saw the gaping entrance beckoning my 
blood gorged cock. Slowly I lowered myself, watching my 
throbbing dick until the head was just touching the 
entrance to her tunnel of love. I looked back at her 
and we stared into each others eyes for a moment. As if 
on cue, as I began to slowly push in for the grand 
entrance, she raised her pelvis to receive me. I went 
about half way then stopped - savoring the moment. My 
cherry was gone - no longer a virgin. So soft inside. 
So smooth. So warm. So slippery. So welcoming. I slowly 
advanced until I was in as far as I could go. All four 
and a half inches of me. She moaned as my hairless 
pubic area ground into her hardened love button. I 
stopped again. 

"Don't stop," she whispered. "But take it nice and 
slow. I'm so close. And when you go in, go in deep, as 
far as you can go, then give a little thrust with your 
pelvis. It makes my clit rub against you and it feels 
so good." I pulled out, slowly as she wished. Then 
eased back in giving the little push she wanted. 
Another moan. I backed out, looking down between our 
bellies to watch a couple of cycles of withdrawing, 
reentering, withdrawing, re-entering. I could feel my 
nuts tensing up as my scrotum shriveled and the sperm 
began rising. I, too, was on the edge and getting 
closer by the moment.

I sped up to a frenetic pace, increasing the vigor of 
my thrust, pounding away at her little nubbin of 
sensitive flesh. In my mind flashed an image of me just 
a few minutes ago lying there with her clit above my 
face as I furiously worked it over with my tongue. 

Back to the reality of the moment. I watched her face 
as she opened and closed her mouth, grimacing and 
groaning as she clenched her teeth. I felt my ass 
tighten up and in the next instant wave after 
exhilarating wave of release swept over me. Stream 
after stream of cum shot from my throbbing and rigid 
prick, in pulse after glorious pulse, into that eagerly 
waiting pussy.

She was crying out now - almost screaming, "Don't stop, 
don't stop, fuck me. Fuck me, Brady, keep fucking me." 
I kept up the relentless pounding as long as I could. 
Bliss. Ecstasy. Heaven. The intensity of the feelings 
were beginning to subside.

Then it got as quite as it gets after a heavy storm has 
passed. I let myself down to rest atop her. Out 
sweating bodies joined together, exhausted. I was still 
inside her. We looked at one another and smiled. We 
kissed - a prolonged kiss just on the lips. I rolled 
off and we faced one another lying on our sides, 
embracing and kissing, arms and legs intertwined. I 
spoke. "Terri, you didn't know it, but today is my 
birthday. What a beautiful birthday present you gave 
me. I'm thirteen. I'm a teenager now."

"Oh, Brady, you might be a teenager, but you are a man 
- in every sense of the word." We French kissed again. 
"Well, you know we must keep up appearances."

"I know," I reluctantly answered as I rolled out of bed 
and headed for the shower for a quick rinse. Then I 
dressed and got ready to leave. "Brady, you were 
wonderful, you truly were. I certainly hope we can do 
this again."

"You were great too. I enjoyed it myself - a lot - a 
whole lot. And I know we can do it again - and I hope 
we can do it often". We embraced and kissed. She opened 
the door. I stepped out, waved and walked down the 
driveway pushing my lawn mower.

Eric came over and we went down to the river to skinny 
dip. After we climbed out of the water and up on the 
bank we laid there basking in the sun and I was just 
basking in the memory of what had happened earlier that 
morning. "Wanna jack off?" Eric asked.

"Nah. I just want to lay here and rest a while."

"You sick or something? Don't you feel good? We always 
beat our meat after a swim."

"Maybe I got something." Like my first piece of ass, I 
thought to myself. My first piece of ass.

Just for the record, dad had a birthday party for me at 
grandma's the next day and I got a new baseball glove. 
I stroked the soft, new leather and tried to convince 
myself it felt like the skin on a titty nipple - but it 
didn't.


Chapter 7: Positions
--------------------

For the rest of September and into October we got 
together just once. I got a blowjob because she was 
having her period again. The weather was most 
uncooperative. We had an unusually wet fall and we 
either got rained out on Saturdays or we had rain on 
Thursday or Friday which meant three yards to do on 
Saturday - no time for extracurricular activities. One 
Saturday morning in late October I was eating breakfast 
when dad told me he was going to be out of town for 
five days the week after next.

"Can I stay here while you're gone?"

"No, I think you're too young. I've already made 
arrangements for you with one of the neighbors." My 
heart sank - the Kellys or Mrs. Rossiter. They're nice 
people and all that, but... well, you know. Dad went 
on, "I thought about the Billings' (my heart lifted) 
but you and Eric are too thick with one another and I 
didn't think Mr. and Mrs. Billings need to be trying to 
keep up with two teenagers."

"Ahhh, dad," I whined. "Eric won't be a teenager until 
next month." I retorted. Disappointed, I thought Eric 
and I could really have a good time together while he 
was gone. Then he really made my day.

"Never mind, Brady. As soon as I found out about this 
trip, since you seem to get on OK with Miss Albertson, 
I called her and asked if you could stay there that 
week. She said she'd think about it and call me back. 
Yesterday I got this call at work and she said OK. Is 
that OK with you?" My blood pressure must have shot up 
a hundred points. What a sly fox that Terri is, I 
thought to myself. I'll bet she really had to strain 
her brain thinking about it.

I hung my head and mumbled "Yeah, I guess so," while my 
heart was beating a thousand miles an hour. I whipped 
through the Kelly's and Mrs. Rossiter's yards in record 
time running on a huge overdose of adrenalin and 
teenage hormones. Then off to Miss Albertson's. Ha! 
Miss Albertson! If he, or anyone for that matter, even 
suspected.

I finished her yard quickly and just for fun I knocked 
on the front door. She came to the door and I stepped 
inside and said, "I'm finished with your yard MISS 
Albertson (with emphasis on MISS)." Then in my whiniest 
voice I said, "Can I have my $2 now. And oh, by the 
way, my dad told me I HAD to stay with you while he's 
gone on a business trip week after next (with emphasis 
on HAD)."

"Well, isn't that a shame? You little smarty pants." 
She was grinning as broadly as I. Talk about letting 
the fox in the chicken coop, man, did I ever luck out. 
More like putting the chicken in the fox's house. But I 
was not one to complain about being eaten by this fox.

Needless to say that week passed so slowly I thought 
time was standing still. Finally the weekend rolled 
around and I had three yards to do again. But I thought 
I could make up for lost time next week when dad was 
gone. On Saturday afternoon dad told me he was leaving 
Sunday afternoon and wouldn't be back until early 
Saturday afternoon, so I was to pack enough clothes for 
six days and nights, and to be ready to go over to Miss 
Albertson's after lunch on Sunday. 

Six fucking nights, I almost said out loud. Literally, 
six fucking nights. Too bad she has to work all day and 
I have to go to school, I thought to myself.

Sunday afternoon dad drove me and my suitcase full of 
clothes for six days down to Miss Albertson's. I really 
thought I wouldn't be wearing that many clothes but of 
course I didn't say so to him. She met us at the door 
and dad rambled on with her about making me mind, 
brushing my teeth, going to bed early (at least that 
would not be a problem), giving me lunch money, helping 
her with the dishes or other chores, and all that kind 
of shit. I thought he was going to miss his plane if he 
stood around yammering much longer. Finally he left and 
we were alone.

"So, what are we going to do for fun tonight? Play 
checkers?" I asked.

"Is that a suggestion, or are you just being smart? 
Actually I was thinking of a variation on checkers 
called bedroom checkers: you move and I'll jump you."

"Sounds great. Let's get started."

Terri picked up my suitcase and walked me down the hall 
and stopped outside the doors to the bedrooms. "I'm in 
the one on the left. Which one do you want?"

"How about the left?" I said hopefully.

"If you say so." and with that my suitcase went in the 
left door with her and I followed. We put my things 
away in the closet and in an empty dresser drawer. Then 
we just stood there and looked at each other grinning 
like possums eating peanut butter. We started giggling. 
We laughed so hard we almost fell over. We stumbled 
over to the bed and flopped down in riotous laughter.

It was still early afternoon, and we began with a long 
kissing session. It had been a long time, too long a 
time. We quickly began to rub one another through our 
clothing - breasts, crotches - back and forth, back and 
forth. Thing's were starting to heat up. "Brady," she 
said, "let's take a shower together."

"Oh, yeah, that sounds really sexy. Great idea." We 
stripped off next to the bed and stood facing each 
other, taking in the sights. Her nipples were flat. My 
dick was soft. That won't last long, I thought. Another 
prolonged french-kiss with a full-body embrace - skin 
on skin. 

Almost instantly, I had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. 
We pressed our bodies together as tightly as we could 
for maximum contact - lips to lips, tongue to tongue, 
arms wrapped around each other, hands massaging backs 
and grasping buttocks, breasts pressed to chest, groin 
grinding against groin. It was a truly delicious 
moment. After a minute, we stepped apart and walked, 
hand-in-hand into the bathroom for our very sexy 
shower.

Terri turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. 
We stepped in and started by shampooing each other's 
hair. Next we washed our faces and then the real fun 
began. Each of us worked up a big handful of lather and 
began to apply it to the other's chest. Our palms 
fairly glided over breasts and nipples. 

Another handful of lather and we washed abdomens, arms, 
and sides. More lather and we stepped toward each other 
for a deep and prolonged french-kiss, as we wrapped our 
arms around each other, wiggling and squirming so our 
upper torsos slid around as we lathered our backs and 
buttocks. Returning to the front we ran our hands over 
breasts and by now very hard nipples. After that we 
needed a break from over-stimulating our erogenous 
zones, so we took turns washing each other's lower legs 
and feet.

After a rinse we turned our attention to the areas 
between belly buttons and knees. Terri knelt in front 
of me and lathered her hands. Before she began applying 
the lather to my pubic area, she paused to take in the 
sight. "Brady," she announced, "I think I'm seeing just 
a little bit of pubic hair starting to grow above your 
penis. Just a little light peach fuzz." 

I bent over to look but couldn't really tell with all 
the water pouring down my body. I hoped she was right. 
She began the lathering of my genitals. Her deft 
fingers spread the handful of lather from my pubes down 
and all around my penis, then moved on down to the 
scrotum. If felt so good to have those fingers sliding 
over my balls and gently kneading my nuts. 

More soap and lather was worked up then with another 
big handful of lather she reached up behind my balls 
and slid a handful of lather up my butt crack working 
the lather with her finger tips. That kind of took me 
by surprise. I flinched as she cleaned around my 
puckered pooper. She giggled. "We haven't said much 
about that area but I guess I'm old-fashioned and a 
little on the fastidious side so I pretty much consider 
it off-limits for sex, although there are those who 
would disagree with me. Nevertheless, because of its 
proximity, it must be kept clean." 

Another rinse: front, back and in between my legs. Then 
she worked up a smaller handful of suds and returned to 
the end of my cock. Suds swirled around the outside of 
the knob, then she carefully retracted my foreskin, 
cleaned it, rinsed it and rolled it back over my knob. 
After that was done, she quickly popped my meat into 
her mouth, giving it a couple of really good sucks. 
Rolling the foreskin off the head again she gave my 
knob the lip service it was due. 

I was soaring in the clouds. She pulled it out of her 
mouth with a slurping sound, gave it a few quick jerks, 
and said, "That's enough for you for now. I don't want 
you to cum just yet. Now will you perform a similar 
duty for me, please?"

"It would be my pleasure, Miss Albertson." I lathered 
my hand and washed the patch of pubic hair remaining at 
the top of her cleft. She spread her legs slightly 
allowing me full access to the cleft and beyond. I ran 
my soapy hand over the outer lips and between the lips 
and inner thighs. One more handful of lather went back 
and up her butt crack, with a circular motion around 
her rose bud. 

A quick rinse of everything and then I said, "Open the 
gates of heaven for me, please." She complied and I 
finished her ablutions and rinsed her. "One quick 
taste, if I may." She complied with my request, arching 
her back and thrusting her pussy forward. I dove in 
tongue first for one quick lick starting as low as I 
could reach and licking upward and running several 
tight circles around her clit with my flicking tongue.

We shut off the water and stepped out onto the bath 
mat, taking turns drying each other off. As soon as I 
was dry I bent forward toward my hard penis, staring 
intently at my pubic area just above my peter meat. I 
brushed over the area, back and forth a few times, and 
sure enough, there were the beginnings of a few very 
light wisps of very light and very soft pubic hairs. I 
felt so proud - so excited. I couldn't wait to see Eric 
and share the good news.

As soon as we were finished we headed for the bed and 
began a routine of foreplay that was becoming familiar, 
but of which we would never tire. We began the 
incredible week of fucking each others brains out with 
the tried and true sixty-nine position. This would be a 
week of trying a number of positions all of which would 
be new to me and to us as a couple. As we progressed in 
our foreplay to the point of oral stimulation, an 
unspoken agreement between us acknowledged that this 
was not just another step in love-making but rather the 
ultimate one in this afternoon's session. This would be 
an afternoon of deep-throating and muff diving to the 
end.

We enjoyed the touch of tongues and fingers racing over 
breasts, nipples, clitoris and dick head, the intimate 
sights of clit, cuntal lips, vagina, cock and foreskin, 
the tangy taste of our fluid, juices dripping from 
pussy and pre-cum oozing from dick head, the 
stimulating pheromone-like aromas emanating from her 
cunt, the sounds of our whimpering and moaning 
indicating our mutual delight and ecstasy, the sound 
slurping and smacking lips, in the feverish race toward 
orgasms. 

All too soon we both came at almost the same moment. 
Writhing and moaning as we kept our mouths firmly in 
place over each others sex organs. We continued our 
vigorous mutual oral ministrations to each other until 
we were both completely spent. We turned to face each 
other, savoring the tastes from each others lips, and 
collapsed into a sweaty embrace when we finished. Then 
we immediately fell into a deep sleep in each other's 
arms. Fan-fucking-tastic was my last thought as I 
drifted off. I liked it.

It was getting dark when we awoke from our nap several 
hours later. We showered and Terri fixed us light 
supper. We watched TV for an hour or so but couldn't 
really get interested in it. 


Soon we were sitting on the couch feeling each other up 
and ended up rolling onto the floor. We ran though our 
whole repertoire of foreplay delights. Savoring the 
feelings, tastes, sights, smells and sounds. There on 
the living room floor we finished our foreplay and soon 
I entered her with the sound of my balls slapping 
against her butt, the squishy sounds of my cock 
pistoning in and out of Terri's hot pink pussy, the 
sounds of moaning, gasping and groaning as our passion 
built to ever higher peaks. We made love, missionary 
style. Finally I collapsed on top of her, totally worn 
out, utterly exhausted, completely spent. Finally we 
got up and crawled to the bed room, went to bed and 
snuggled ourselves to a very deep sleep. I liked it.

Monday morning arrived too early for both of us and 
neither of us really wanted to leave the house but we 
did. I don't know how Terri's day went, but I found 
school to be the epitome of boring. I couldn't 
concentrate on my lessons; the teachers just droned on 
and on and on. It seemed that time was standing still. 
The school bus seemed like it was in first gear all the 
way home. 

I got home about 3:30 and Terri arrived about 5:30. We 
had a quick supper after which she mixed up a meatloaf 
and a jell-O salad with a can of fruit cocktail, and 
put them in the fridge. "You can put this meatloaf in 
the oven when you get home tomorrow, oh say about 4:30, 
with a couple of potatoes to bake and we can have a 
decent supper tomorrow night. I think we will need to 
keep our strength up this week." I laughed in 
agreement.

After supper we retired early for an active evening of 
screwing. As we approached the time for penetration she 
got up on her knees and introduced me to the doggy 
style of fornication. I stood behind her on my knees 
and drove my spike home. Then the reciprocating motion 
began. I pounded her unmercifully ad I reached around 
her waist and gave her clit a good massage. From the 
sounds she was making everything I did was good for 
her. She came first. I didn't last too long after that. 
Wrapped in each others arms we fell asleep in total 
bliss. I liked it.

Tuesday morning we woke up much earlier and so we took 
showers early. As we were toweling each other dry she 
suggested, "How would you like to have breakfast in 
bed?"

"And what would that be?" I inquired, hoping that it 
was some kind of euphemism for sex as opposed to a tray 
of orange juice, toast and cold cereal. I was not to be 
disappointed.

"How about a tasty order of 69, the 'Breakfast of 
Champions'?"

"Sounds delicious!" It was a meal I never tired of. We 
hungrily devoured with gusto everything set before us 
before moving to the kitchen for the orange juice, 
toast and cold cereal. I liked it - the Breakfast of 
Champions, that is.

Tuesday was a repeat of Monday - another interminable 
day at school. Tuesday evening after a delicious supper 
of meatloaf, baked potatoes with butter and sour cream, 
green beans, the jell-O salad, and ice cream for 
dessert I helped Terri with the dishes. Every chance I 
got to bump into her or touch or rub intimate places 
like breasts, buttocks or crotch I did. She quickly 
caught on to the game and treated me in like manner. 

By the time the dishes were dried and put away we were 
already hot to trot. That night as the preliminaries 
were drawing to a close, she had me lie on my back and 
she mounted me facing my feet. Then she laid back on my 
chest so I could reach around her and play with her 
breasts. I couldn't quite reach her clit. After a few 
minutes she sat up straight so I could reach forward 
and rub, pat and grope her buttocks. Every now and then 
she would pull up almost off me and I would reach up to 
feel her outer and inner lips where my prick was half 
in and half out of her pussy and get my fingers wet 
with juices to smell and lick while she continued to 
ride me to orgasm. I liked it.

Wednesday was another dull day until the dismissal bell 
rang. I spend most of the day daydreaming about 
undressing some of my female classmates, but their 
small titties were not much of a turn on for me after 
having had a full grown rack to play with. That night 
we drove into town to a hamburger stand for supper and 
had hamburgers, French fries and chocolate milkshakes. 
That was a treat, but there was better treat awaiting 
us when we got home.

Back at home we hurriedly undressed and tried another 
new variation. Terri laid on her back and I sat back on 
my heels while she lifted her ass and I grasped each of 
her legs at the back of her knees, draping her legs 
over my shoulders. Then I entered her and began rocking 
forward and backward. As we neared climax I dropped her 
legs and she rested her button the tops of my thighs, 
her legs splayed out to either side, so I could massage 
her clit and pussy lips around my pistoning cock. She 
came a little before I did, so I withdrew from her and 
ate her out to a second climax. After that I reentered 
her slamming her severely until she came a third time 
and I had my first climax. I liked it.

Thursday at school was just a different day, same shit. 
I couldn't wait to see the school bus pulling away from 
me standing at the side of the road in front of Terri's 
house. Terri got home and we worked together to make a 
salad and some scalloped potatoes. Then we fried some 
pork chops and warmed up some canned corn. Preparation 
of the supper meal included preparation for love-
making, including lot of kissing, touching, feeling, 
rubbing and groping. We had supper. Then Terri said, 
"Let's take dessert back in the bedroom." Dispensing 
with dessert, we hurriedly washed up the dishes. 
Cooking was a lot of fun. I liked it.

After supper we immediately went to the shower where we 
quickly cleaned up. Then we proceeded to fuck standing 
up in the shower with the warm water flowing over us. 
She leaned back against the wall, with her feet spread 
apart about a foot from the wall as I entered her, 
pumping like a jackhammer. She had me slow down a 
little and suggested that I lean back a little so I 
could reach down between us and massage her clit until 
we both came at the same time. I liked it.

Then we dried off. "Let's have some more dessert she 
suggested. We went back to the kitchen. We had some 
vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup and peanuts for 
dessert sitting nude at the kitchen table. I stuck my 
finger into my dish, dipped a big glob if chocolate 
syrup, and reached across the table to dab it on her 
titty nipples. "Oh," I said, "Look at the mess I made! 
Let me clean that up." I got up and walked around to 
her, bent my head down and proceeded to lick and suck 
the syrup off her nipples. As I was finishing my 
cleanup she placed a dollop of syrup on the foreskin of 
my already hard penis.

"Oh," she said, "Look at the mess I made! Let me clean 
that up." She bent down and began licking the chocolate 
off my foreskin, slowly retracting it as she licked. 
Cleaning the knob as well, she finished as said, "Put 
the dishes in the sink." I complied and we adjourned to 
the bedroom. As we walked back she commented, "Brady, 
you're getting to be quite creative. That's a trait I 
like to see in a man."

It was bed time, but not time to go to sleep. Since it 
was still early and we had a time to recover from the 
activity in the shower, things heated up again and we 
tried a variation on the doggy style method. After a 
prolonged period of foreplay she got on all fours with 
her knees on the edge of the bed while I stood on the 
floor and rubbed my prick up and down her slippery 
crack, teasing her clit with the head of my dick as it 
slid past, coming and going, like a sentry walking his 
post. 

As we both neared climax I entered her and reached 
around her to stimulate her love button with my 
fingers. We both came at the same time then flopped 
down on the bed exhausted. I was getting to dislike 
sleeping alone more and more. We fell asleep once again 
in each others arms. I liked it.

Friday at school could be described with one word: 
boring. In fact, the whole dame week of school was 
boring. Friday night, as all the previous nights, was 
anything but boring. Following a quick supper of 
toasted cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, we had a 
slice of the apple pie that she had brought home after 
work, and then predictably we went to the bedroom and 
began to undress each other.

We began lying on the bed French kissing, probing the 
depths of each others mouths. She sat up and pushed me 
on my back and slowly began to unbutton my shirt. As my 
shirt fell away to the sides she began a gentle caress 
on one of my nipples while she sucked and licked the 
other one. She stopped her work on me and laid back.

I took the hint, sat up, allowing my shirt to fall from 
my shoulders and tossed it off the bed. I began on her 
blouse, one button at a time, pausing to lightly touch 
each successive area of newly exposed skin. With the 
blouse fully open I gently touched her titty nipples 
through her bra, tracing small circles around them. She 
raised up and I reached underneath and unfastened the 
bra. Still raised up I removed her blouse and bra in 
one deft motion. They joined my shirt on the floor at 
the side of the bed. She reclined as I began to suckle 
and nibble and lick on her hardened nipples.

She reached down, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my 
trousers, unzipped the zipper. I instinctively arched 
my back and she slid trousers and jockey shorts to my 
ankles, pausing to brush her moistened lips across the 
tip of my cock. It gave a mighty twitch and a drop of 
pre-cum oozed from the tip. She returned to get it 
before it got away from her. After scooting down to my 
feet she removed my shoes and socks, trousers and 
shorts and added them to the growing pile of clothing 
on the floor. She returned to give oral service my 
throbbing woodie. I badly wanted to return the favor.

She kicked her shoes off as I sat up and unzipped and 
unbuttoned her skirt. Off it came. I paused to take in 
the sight of her crotch clad in panty hose and lacy 
panties. The panty hose soon joined the pile of 
clothing at bedside. Down to the panties. As I drew 
them down over her thighs and removed them she opened 
her legs and the heady of aroma of a pussy too long 
confined by clothing rose to meet me. I inhaled deeply 
and dove in.

"Oh, Brady, don't!" she shrieked, trying to push me 
away. "I'm not clean enough!" But I was already there 
so it was too late. I gobbled voraciously at her 
slightly over-ripe pussy. A little different taste, but 
for me at least, still a definite turn-on.

This night we ended up with me on my back and Terri was 
astraddle me on her knees facing me. As she slowly 
raised up and down, sliding along my stiffly standing 
dick, I reached down and played with her shaft and 
clit. Nearing her climax she leaned forward, grinding 
her button against me while I leaned up to suckle her 
magnificent breasts, moving back and forth from one to 
the other. I shot a load of sperm into her eagerly 
waiting pussy just before she climaxed. I liked it. 
Actually, we never tried a position I didn't like.

Saturday morning after a hasty shower we enjoyed our 
mutual 'breakfast in bed' again. That's one menu I 
would never get tired of. Then we fell back to sleep 
for an hour or so, got up and had our second breakfast. 
We made pancakes together. Terri mixed up the batter. I 
made the hot cakes on the griddle while she fried up 
some sausage links. Over breakfast we talked about our 
week together, lamenting that it was drawing to a 
close. It was a really cool week, we both agreed.

Then we had problem to work on, an easy problem. Mowing 
season was over. I needed a reason to keep coming down 
to Terri's. My new excuse for getting to Terri's on 
Saturday morning was going to be 'yard work'. Raking 
leaves to be specific. And other chores that would not 
be overly time-consuming. 

I soon got the same deal from Mrs. Rossiter and the 
Kelly's (without the sex of course) so my income stream 
kept flowing. That would turn into snow shoveling as 
needed when winter set in. With that problem taken care 
of, we decided to make the best of our time and have 
one more session to finish off the week. We spent the 
next hour or so in various bedroom calisthenics 
basically reviewing all the various positions we had 
enjoyed during the week. It was a really great way to 
close out our week together. By then it was almost 
noon, so we got up and I packed my bag.

Dad came soon after lunch and mumbled the usual 
bullshit about "I hope he was good", "I'm glad that he 
was not a problem", and crap like that. He thanked her 
profusely and gave her an envelope with some cash - it 
wasn't enough, whatever he gave her. But I couldn't say 
that. We got in the car and left. What a fantastic 
week. I think you can see why the whole unforgettable 
experience has stayed with me over the years. To this 
day I still reminisce about it quite often in my day 
dreams and I can recall any of the events of that year 
with vivid detail.

Anyway, we continued to see each other on Saturday 
mornings two or three times a month. My pubic hair grew 
in thicker and my dick continued to grow slowly over 
the winter. Terri and I measured it one morning just 
for fun. By spring it was a little over five inches, 
and I was gradually getting quite a respectable thatch. 
Terri said she loved to nuzzle in it because it was so 
soft.


Chapter 8: Moving Away
----------------------

Winter melted into spring. The end of eighth grade was 
fast approaching. The guys were getting taller and 
somewhat awkward. The girls were becoming more rounded 
at the hips and many had developed some nice boobs, 
which frequently provided a topic of conversation among 
us boys. Some counselors from the high school came out 
and signed us up for our freshman year classes in the 
fall. 

I signed up for the college prep curriculum. So did 
Eric. We still got together during the week for a wank 
and frequently discussed matters sexual - but never 
'the Secret'. Mowing season was upon us again.

One Saturday morning after mowing Terri's yard we 
enjoyed yet another fantastic session of making love. 
We reveled in the delights of each others bodies; the 
sights, the feel, the smell, the tastes and the sounds 
of love-making never failed to give us exquisite 
pleasures. When it was over Terri looked into my eyes 
as we enjoyed a post-coital embrace.

There was something about her look that was unsettling. 
"Brady," she finally said, pushing me back a few 
inches. "I'd never want to hurt you and I know how much 
you have looked forward to our Saturday mornings 
together. You know I have fully enjoyed them as well, 
but I have to tell you something that's going to be 
difficult for both of us."

I instinctively knew that our relationship was at its 
end. My heart stopped. A dark cloud formed over my 
head. Tears began to well up in my eyes. I knew some 
horrible unwelcome news was coming. "I'm going to move 
away." 

Hearing the words made me feel as if a one-ton block of 
granite had just been dropped on me. I could contain 
myself no longer. I reached out to her, and pulled her 
to me burying my face in her chest as I began to cry, 
tears flowing down my cheeks. Crying turned to 
unchecked sobbing, my chest heaved and I felt racked by 
an uncontrollable grief. She put her arms around me and 
began to sob herself. We lay there together, naked, 
wrapped in each others arms sobbing, convulsing, 
pouring out our non-verbal lament to one another for at 
least ten minutes, maybe more.

Finally the sobbing abated. We reached for the box of 
tissues at the side of the bed and dried our eyes and 
wiped our noses. "What? Why? Where?" We sat up on the 
side of the bed and embraced again. I didn't ever, ever 
want to let go of her.

"Brady, my job is not going anywhere in this town. A 
couple of months ago, when I was gone for three days, I 
was taking an exam which I had spent most of the winter 
months preparing for. It's called the CPA - Certified 
Public Accountant - Exam. I got my results a few weeks 
ago, and I passed. I've given notice at work that I'll 
be leaving. I've already got a new and better job lined 
up down in the state capitol with a large, very 
successful accounting firm. I'll be moving next 
Saturday. My brothers are coming to move me. I am 
really sorry for you - that we will not be seeing each 
other any more." We hugged and kissed and cried some 
more. We dressed and walked to the door.

I didn't know what to say, so all I said was ,"Good 
bye, Terri. I am going to miss you so much. Thanks for 
all you've taught me. You don't know how much this has 
meant to me - to have someone like you for a friend." 
Terri opened the door. We kissed deeply one last time 
and I left.

On the way home I was so overcome with grief I had to 
stop in one of our hide outs along the way to cry 
again. Thank God I didn't run into Eric; I couldn't 
have explained it. When I got home dad had left a note 
on the door that he was going to grandma's and to call 
him if I needed him, otherwise he'd be home early in 
the evening. That suited me just fine. Plenty of time 
to be alone with my thoughts - and it would take a lot 
of time to get over this.

That week I moped around a lot and thought about Terri 
and our good times together. I thought about trying to 
see her one more time, but decided that would just 
prolong my agony, and perhaps hers as well, and so I 
didn't go. Saturday morning I stayed away from her 
place so she could get packed up and leave without 
seeing me. It would have just opened a still-fresh 
wound in me to have to watched her leaving for the last 
time. I guess there were feelings there that I didn't 
know I had and couldn't understand yet. It was the end 
of one of the happiest times in my life, and I didn't 
know if I could ever be happy again without her. And it 
was over.


Chapter 9: Chance Encounter
---------------------------

Eighth grade ended, summer came and went, and I started 
high school in the fall. I slowly got over the great 
loss in my life and began to take an interest in the 
girls in my class, even though they would never 
captivate me as Terri had done. I probably averaged 
about three or four girlfriends a year. Most were 
virgins when we started dating. Most were not when we 
finished dating. Most enjoyed the time they spent with 
me thanks to my broad experience in making things 
pleasurable for them. Eric and I continued to wank 
together on occasion.

My grades were good and I remained on the college prep 
curriculum. I gradually got more serious about my 
career plans. I began to think seriously about career 
in some kind of science. My college entrance exam 
scores were high and I applied to one of the better 
public universities in the state and was admitted. I 
went there in the fall after I graduated from high 
school, opting to live in the dorm for my freshman 
year.

A few weeks after school started I turned eighteen. It 
was 1964 and I had to register for the draft. The local 
selective service board had an office downtown quite 
some distance from the university campus. One afternoon 
I got on the bus that ran from campus to the center of 
town to do my civic duty. 

I sat there gazing out the window looking at 
storefronts pass by when one business caught my eye. 
Neatly lettered in gold on a large plate glass window I 
read, "Terri Alberston, C.P.A." My heart skipped a beat 
- well actually several beats. Could it be? It had to 
be! I ditched the draft board idea - that could wait 
until next week - I still had plenty of time to do 
that. I got off the bus at the next stop.

I walked a block and a half to the storefront that had 
caught my eye looking at it in amazement. This city was 
not the state capitol but then four more years had 
passed since Terri Albertson had moved out of my life. 
She must have moved again. I opened the door and walked 
in. A neatly dressed, very business-like older lady 
behind a receptionist's desk looked up at me. "May I 
help you, young man?"

"Why, er - uh, yes. I was wondering if I could get an 
appointment with Miss Albertson to talk about a 
business matter."

"You're in luck. She doesn't have any more appointments 
scheduled the afternoon. Would it be convenient for you 
to see her now?"

"Yes, I could. That would be just fine."

"Wait here a moment please. I'll see if she can see 
you. May I ask your name?"

"Yes - uh, Mr. Brady."

"Just a moment, Mr. Brady. I'll be right back." She 
went down a hall to a private office at the end of the 
hall. I could hear her knock on a door and ask, "Excuse 
me, Miss Albertson. There's a gentleman to see you 
about a business matter. You have no other appointments 
for the remainder of the afternoon. Would it be 
convenient for you to see him now?"

"Yes, Mrs. Fletcher. Please show him in. Did he give 
you a name?" It was her voice. My heart leaped into my 
throat then returned to my chest, thumping so loud it 
sounded like a drum in my ears. My mouth went dry. My 
palms went sweaty. My knees got weak.

"Yes, it's a Mr. Brady." Mrs. Fletcher returned and 
beckoned for me to follow her back. As we got to the 
door of the office she stepped aside and nodded for me 
to enter. I stepped into the office. Terri was just 
putting something into a filing cabinet behind her 
desk. Her back was to me.

"Good afternoon, Miss Albertson," I said. She hesitated 
for an instant and spun around in her chair. Her jaw 
dropped. We stared at each other for several seconds as 
the very efficient and thoughtful Mrs. Fletcher closed 
the door on us.

"Brady! Oh God, Brady, is it really you!" She stood up 
and walked around the desk as I took several steps 
toward her. She reached out both hands to me and I took 
them into mine. We stood apart for a few moments 
looking into each others eyes, dropped our hands and 
reached forward into a prolonged embrace followed by 
deep kissing. "I thought I'd never see you again," 
Terri whispered, choking back tears.

"Same thing here," I said, also feeling the tears well 
up in my eyes. We kissed again then sat on the sofa at 
the side of the office. "So, what have you been doing?"

She gave a quick synopsis of her life in the capitol 
which lasted a little over a year when she decided to 
strike out on her own. Why she ended up in this 
university town she couldn't say - she just did. She 
had not had any serious romantic ventures and was 
presently free as a bird, but lonesome.

I brought her up to date with my life, including the 
fact that I had dated some, but discreetly omitting the 
ten or twelve flings I had. I told her I was here at 
the university getting a degree in electrical 
engineering, which impressed her greatly. She asked how 
I found her. "Fate, I guess. I was going up town to 
register for the draft. I'm 18 now. I aborted the trip 
when I saw your front window while riding past on the 
bus."

"Let's go out for dinner, my treat," she suggested.

"Fine with me. Let me call back to the U and let my 
roomie know I'm dining out tonight with a friend. I 
made the call. Terri suggested that we go to her place 
for a few drinks since I could die for my country but 
not consume alcohol, and it was too early for dinner 
anyway. She called Mrs. Fletcher on the intercom and 
told her we were leaving for the day and to lock up at 
5:00.

We went to the parking lot behind the office and Terri 
unlocked the doors to a real nice Corvette convertible. 
"Nice wheels? What happened to your old VW?"

"When I started making a decent income up in the 
capitol I sold it to a kid going to college and bought 
this. We talked all the way to her apartment, high up 
in a downtown bank building. She drove down a ramp into 
an underground parking lot and we took the elevator up 
to her apartment. Once inside she turned on the stereo 
and poured us a glass of white wine.

I had not done much drinking and didn't care for beer 
(yet) but thought the wine tasted pretty good. She 
fixed a plate of cheese and crackers and we sat there 
and drank wine and talked for almost two hours. No 
sparks were flying between us yet and I began to get 
disappointed. Mostly we just filled in details from our 
lives for the past four or five years. Finally she said 
she was going to change into something more casual for 
dinner and went to her room. She left the door open and 
I had a fairly nice view of the change. I considered 
the open door some kind of a sign.

She came out and as we started to leave for dinner I 
just stopped at the door and put my arms around her and 
we kissed deeply again. I guess the wine made me a 
little bolder than I might have been otherwise. We took 
the elevator to the street level and walked down the 
block to a really nice restaurant.

The meal was excellent and I thanked her profusely for 
taking in this poor college student and giving him a 
meal. After coffee, as we walked back she asked me to 
come up for a nightcap. Once in the apartment she 
poured each of us small glass of creme de menthe. She 
sat beside me on the sofa. When we finished the drink 
and had another. More chit chat while we finished the 
second glass then I took her glass and put it on the 
coffee table. I turned to her and put my arms around 
her. "Oh, Terri, you don't know how many times over the 
years I have wished I could do this again and now it's 
really happening. I missed you so much."

I kissed her and she parted her lips. I parted mine and 
our tongues began a slow dance from one mouth to the 
other and back. I bent my head to her neck and began to 
plant little love pecks all over her neck and throat. 
She began to work on my chest and I started a delicate 
trace through her blouse around the mounds of her 
breasts. Before long we were both bare from the waist 
up and our lips were taking turns on the others 
nipples.

She stood up and took my hand and led me to the bedroom 
where we completed the undressing, one step at a time 
with the exchange of much rubbing and kissing of each 
newly exposed area: shoes, socks and stockings, 
trousers, skirt. We were down to panties and boxers. 
"Let's take a shower." We moved to the bathroom. 
Panties were removed. A heady aroma of the feminine 
crotch rose to my nostrils. The old pheromones kicked 
in. The boxers came off. 

"Well, Brady, you certainly have a respectable tool 
there," she said referring to my now seven-inch penis 
which was almost fully hard by now. We stepped into the 
ample shower stall and began the routine I had learned 
at her hands so long ago. I still remembered that 
afternoon that began the week I stayed with her. By the 
time we had finished showering we were both on the 
brink. "No more foreplay," I suggested.

"I'm ready too!" Standing at the side of the bed we 
engaged in one more long intimate kiss. Then we laid 
down and did a little more deep French kissing. 
"Indulge me one more thing, then I want to fuck your 
balls off," she said.

"Your wish is my command." She sat up and gave me the 
same head she gave me the first time I had a blowjob: 
mouth wide open until the penis was fully inserted, 
lips closed, the slow ascent from the base to the head, 
the descent began then was interrupted by the pulling 
down of the foreskin with tongue and lips working on 
the head and the rim, descent to the base, one more 
ascent to the top and off. "My turn," I announced.

She laid back as I got up on my knees. As she spread 
her legs I took up my position. She had allowed her 
bush to grow back. I guess that meant there had not 
been a lot of activity. I bent to my task, starting 
with kisses along the outside of the outer lips. She 
was already gasping in anticipation. "Not too much, 
please, Brady, I just want to feel you inside me when I 
cum." 

I made a hasty pass around the inner lips, up the 
center of the wide open slit over the entrance to 
slippery gulch and up to the nubbin which I circled 
quickly. Then one more gentle suck over the clit and 
its shaft and I finished. "Brady, you're a pro. Your 
teacher is to be congratulated."

We assumed the missionary position with me on top. The 
tip of my penis was poised at the entrance. We kissed. 
I broke and moved to the nipples for a quick lick which 
elicited a series of moans. Then I slowly eased into 
place slowly, steadily, deeply penetrating all the way 
up to the hilt of my shaft. She moaned again as the 
last two inches slid into place and I made contact with 
her clit. 

I paused for a long while enjoying the feeling that I 
had missed for over four long years. She made a slight 
bucking motion with her hips and I snapped out of my 
dream world and set about making this the ultimate 
pleasure for her, a pleasure she would want again and 
again. Now a slow withdrawal until just the rim of my 
head came out, then a brief pause before fully 
reentering.

She moaned again as the base reached home followed by 
the little thrust she liked. "Oh, god, Brady, you 
remembered. How sweet," she panted. I began to piston a 
little more rapidly always making sure I immersed 
myself fully and gave the thrust of my pelvis. She 
began a feverish panting. The tempo of our coupling and 
uncoupling increased. The panting increased. The 
moaning became more urgent. I could feel my balls 
contract as my seed began to rise for the race through 
the final seven inches of cock before being released. I 
felt her legs tense as they circled my waist, her heels 
prodding my buttocks, her thighs tightly clamped around 
my waist.

The moment of climax! She cried out as my load gushed 
in spurt after spurt into her waiting pussy. I could 
feel the walls of her steaming hot canal contract with 
each wave of ecstasy that swept over her. I continued 
the pounding as long as I could feel her contractions 
and my spasms. We collapsed, totally spent, trying to 
catch our collective breath. After a few minutes I 
asked, "Would it be OK if I stayed here tonight?"

"I hope you will," came her reply. We kissed and fell 
asleep - in each others arms once again.

The next thing I knew it was morning and I was being 
awakened by kisses and soft touches all over my body. 
Terri must have been up for a while because she already 
had showered and made coffee which I had become fond of 
while still in high school. "Take a shower," she 
ordered as she set my coffee cup down, "We can have 
breakfast in bed. Remember the 'Breakfast of 
Champions'?"

At that suggestion I leaped from the bed. "Oh , do I 
ever! How could I ever forget?", I answered, moving 
quickly toward the shower with vigor and singleness of 
purpose. Ten minutes later we were snuggling in each 
others arms again getting worked up for breakfast in 
bed. As I assumed the position for a session of sixty-
nining I noticed that the lower areas of hair had been 
shaved clean. "Oh, Terri, you haven't forgotten some 
things either," I said approvingly. She giggled and we 
commenced action. What a delicious breakfast.

After that we got together once or twice a week 
depending on our schedules. It was just like old times, 
maybe better. We grew closer and closer.


Epilogue:

Toward the end of my freshman year we got engaged. When 
I broke the news to dad he was very surprised. I had 
not told him until well after Christmas that I had 
found Terri at the University, and even then I did not 
give him too much information. When I told him of our 
engagement he said he thought I was a little young but 
that I would have to make my own decisions and live 
with them. Then he said, "I always wondered about you 
two." I didn't respond.

We got married with just a few close friends and 
relatives attending in the summer between my sophomore 
and junior year. I finished school with my degree in 
electrical engineering and got a job with the 
university so I could work on my masters degree and 
live with Terri.

As I write this we have now been married for over forty 
years. We have two grown children, who are married 
themselves, and we have one grandchild (so far). We are 
both well-adjusted, successful in our respective 
professions and looking forward to our retirement 
years.

In conclusion I would just like to say that while I 
don't condone pedophilia in general, because of the way 
it happened to me, I can not in all honesty say that I 
was harmed by it. I was an eager and willing 
participant. I was not tricked. I was not abused. Not 
all those who would be labeled as pedophiles are evil 
people - many are, probably most are, but certainly not 
all are. Personally, I would not trade my growing up 
experiences for anything in the world.

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