Joe and Cathy Learn about Sex

I was aware that boys and girls were different, but in the early 1950’s, there wasn’t that much information readily available to teenagers. When I was sixteen, I began dating Cathy who was just a few months younger than I. We were in the same algebra class trying to understand Mrs. Thomas’ version of higher math. We started seeing each other in order to study for a test, but by the time we had taken the test, we started making excuses to get together after school to study.

It was early in October when I asked Cathy for our first date. We went to see April Love starring Pat Boone. Afterwards we had a hamburger and malt at Ruth’s cafe then walked slowly to Cathy’s house. Before I left her at the door, I asked if she would like to go out again sometime. She smiled her yes then disappeared through the door.

As the weeks went by we studied together every afternoon and went out nearly every Saturday night. By November, we were madly in love, and began to go further than just a goodnight kiss at the door. Although it was not bitterly cold where we lived, it was too cold to spend much time outside after a movie. I couldn’t afford the gasoline that it took to keep the car warm for long periods necking, so we tried to come up with ways to spend private times together other than in the car after movies.

We discovered that the school provided an ideal solution. After the last class, everyone disappeared quickly leaving the schoolrooms deserted. Cathy and I discovered that the janitor stuck to a regular schedule, leaving the photo lab to the last. Since the dark room necessarily had a lock on the door, it provided the security and privacy we wanted. The best part was the old leather couch where students sat while waiting for the photo chemicals to do their work. We simply locked the door and set the developer timer to warn us thirty minutes before the janitor was scheduled to come by. There was an exit to the outside adjacent to the photo lab, so we could slip out unnoticed.

We spent two or three afternoons a week, sometimes actually doing homework but mostly studying each other. In the beginning, I ‘accidentally’ bumped her breasts from time to time watching for her reaction. Although there was no reaction, neither was there much encouragement. As the weeks went by, I got more aggressive, and began feeling her breasts for real. Cathy resisted in the beginning, but I believed it was only token resistance for appearance sake. By early December, I was getting so frustrated that often, I had to go home and seek relief for my aching cock.

I decided that either we had to go further, or I had to break off the study sessions. One afternoon while we were in a passionate clinch, I slipped my hand under Cathy’s blouse and up her back to the clasp of her bra. At first she stiffened, but then relaxed. I ran my fingers over the outline of her bra and the shoulder straps. I tried to unhook the clasp, but couldn’t manage it with one hand, and there wasn’t enough room in the blouse for both hands.

After a while, I tired of playing with the clasp and began working my hand around to her tummy. I stroked her soft skin, slowly working my way upward to her bra. I gently cupped her breast, then explored upward so that I had my hand on her chest above her breasts. Cathy was moaning softly, pressing her hips against my painfully swollen cock. With this encouragement, I began unbuttoning her blouse from the bottom up. She didn’t notice what I had done until I had both hands on her breasts with her blouse wide open. At first, she pulled the blouse closed over my hands, but when I began kissing her she relaxed.

We had left the red lights on which provided enough light to see but wasn’t brilliantly lighted. After a few minutes, I began trying to slip my fingers under her bra from the top, but she stopped me. Just when I was getting the nerve to try again, the alarm rang. Cathy jumped as if she had been shot, and began buttoning up. Once again I had to hurry home for relief!

The next day during algebra class I was aware of Cathy watching me. After class, she took my hand as we walked to the cafeteria. When I asked her about the after school study, she said that she had to help her mother right after school, but tomorrow would be fine. I was concerned that she might be upset about the events of the previous day, but her squeeze of my hand seemed to say it was OK.

The next afternoon, we met in the lab immediately falling into a passionate embrace. Within minutes, we were laying on the couch snuggling together.

“I’d like to feel your breasts,” I said after summoning up my courage.

“What do you think you have been doing for the last several weeks?” Cathy responded after a quick breath.

“I mean I want to feel them bare,” I said with a pounding heart.

Cathy looked at me for several seconds, then took my hand and guided it into the top of her blouse. I pressed downward, slipping my fingers under her bra and inching my way down to her nipple. I played with her breast and nipple for several minutes, marveling at the delicate smoothness and the strange donut like ring under the surface. I was especially fascinated with her firm little nipple. After ten or fifteen minutes, which seemed like only two or three, I reluctantly removed my hand.

“Did you like it?” she asked.

“Oh Cathy, it was fantastic,” I murmured. “I’d really like to see them too.”

Cathy sat motionlessly for several seconds before saying that she really wasn’t ready just yet. She must have sensed my keen disappointment, because she kissed me for a long lingering time.
“They felt so soft and smooth,” I said when we finally broke. “Are they always soft?” Cathy nodded with a look of puzzlement in her eyes.

“Why do you ask?”

“Just curious, when I get excited about you, I get hard.” Her puzzled expression deepened. “Would you like to feel it?” I whispered.

Cathy hesitated for a moment then nodded. I lay back on the couch loosening my belt and unsnapping my jeans. Carefully I took her hand and slipped it under the band of my shorts. With my huge erection she immediately encountered the tip. With a little gasp, she looked at me with a question mark on her face.

“It’s huge,” she said incredulously. “Is it always that big?”

“It is whenever I am thinking about you. That is why I asked if your breasts were always so soft and smooth. When I get excited about you, my cock gets big, but most of the time it is soft and much smaller.” I explained.

She began to run her hand down the length of my manhood, finally, reaching my balls. I told her to be careful, because they were real tender. Gently she explored and cuddled them, then worked her way back up to the tip. She expressed amazement that the tip could be so soft on the surface, but hard just beneath.

Once again the alarm rang, bringing a reluctant end to our explorations. As we got our clothes into acceptable shape for public, I must have made a little face as I adjusted the most painful cock I had ever experienced. When Cathy asked if something was wrong, I kind of shrugged then told her that boys started to hurt if they stayed hard for a long time.

“Can you do anything about it?” she asked innocently

I didn’t know what to say, so didn’t answer for some time. Cathy looked at me with a question mark on her face for several seconds before the light dawned on her.

“Oh, you don’t want to talk about it, right?” I nodded shyly, as we turned the lights out and slipped out of the lab.

The next afternoon I could hardly wait to get to the photo lab. As soon as the door was closed and the alarm set, we fell onto the couch. In an instant, I had unbuttoned her blouse. Meeting with no resistance, I decided to go further. As I began slipping the blouse off her shoulders, Cathy watched intently.

“Promise me you won’t try to go on when I say stop,” she said with a pleading note in her voice. I nodded as I kissed her, pulling her blouse off her arms. Cathy snuggled close as I explored her bare back. I ran my hands up the straps, and slowly slid them off her shoulders and down her arms. Pulling back, I could see that the tops of the cups were loose enough that I might be able to get them off her breasts. Gently I tugged the straps down her arms, sucking in my breath in an involuntary gasp as they completely exposed both breasts. I sat there for several seconds drinking in the beauty of this symbol of womanhood. I had never seen bare breasts, and the sight of the smooth white skin utterly took my breath. Cathy sat perfectly still, watching my face intently.

“Do you like them?” she whispered. Nodding, I reached out to touch them
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Cathy shuddered slightly then leaned against the back of the couch. I began massaging both breasts, feeling the silky smooth skin, and the remarkable firmness beneath the surface. Not knowing how to proceed I began kissing her neck, working my way down to her breasts. With my kisses between her breasts, I could feel the softness on both cheeks. Gently I worked my kisses over to one of her nipples and began sucking. Cathy trembled as she cradled my head, pressing it against her symbol of femininity.

As I sucked one breast while massaging the other, we gradually slid down until we were laying full length on the couch. I kept on sucking and cuddling hoping nothing would bring this to an end. By now my cock was as rigid as a steel poker. In its rapid growth it was somewhat constricted, causing some considerable degree of discomfort. Finally I had to make some adjustments. As I reached down to adjust it into a more comfortable position, Cathy asked what I was doing. I stopped sucking and pulled back looking into her face.

“Are you sure you want to know?” I asked.

“I’m laying here bare from the waist up. What do you think you are hiding from me?” replied Cathy with a bit of sarcasm in her voice.

“I have to give my thing some more space,” I explained.

“Is that what you call it, a thing?”

“Well, that’s not what we usually call it,” I replied with a noncommittal shrug.

“What do you call it then?” she asked with a teasing look.

“Well, lots of things, different things for different occasions.”

“Tell me,” she teased.

“Cock, prick, tool, bone, hard on, pecker, that covers it most of the time.”

“OK, now tell me what you do to make it stop hurting after its been hard for a long time.”

I sat there for a prolonged moment then said quietly.

“I jack off.”

“What?” she said with a look of total puzzlement.

“Well, I make it come.”

“I don’t understand what you are telling me.” She said with a puzzled voice.

“Well, it’s kind of hard to explain,” I murmured.

“Try,” she urged.

“If I do, then I get to ask you all the questions I have ever wanted to know about girls,” I bargained.

“OK by me,” she urged.

I explained briefly about the white stuff that comes out of my pecker when I rubbed it for a while.

“So that’s the stuff that makes me pregnant,” she observed.

“I’m sure it is,” I replied.

“So we got to be careful.” Cathy nodded solemnly. “How much comes out?”

“About a tablespoon full I guess, I never measured it, but it is enough to make a handkerchief pretty sticky.”

Cathy sat quietly for a few moments.

“Would you show me?” she urged.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

In response, Cathy reached for my belt, and tugged it loose. I stood as the belt came loose, and slid my pants down to my knees. I still had my shorts on, but my bulging cock was not to be restrained by such a flimsy garment. Cathy stared wide-eyed at my bulging shorts. Hesitantly she reached out and touched my cock through the shorts. Carefully, she pulled the band forward, further and further until at last it cleared my throbbing member. I helped her by sliding them to my knees as I sat down on the edge of the couch holding my breath in anticipation. Cathy stood open-mouthed staring at my huge erection. After what seemed like an eternity, she reached over and cradled the thing in her warm hand, trying to encircle it but not able to get her fingers entirely around the girth.

“Do you want to make it come?” I asked.

“What do I do?” she whispered in response.

I told her to just move her hand back and forth gently. I had grabbed a paper towel holding it in readiness. Even though Cathy moved her hand awkwardly, the feeling was incredible. I knew I would come in a few short seconds, but I was almost dizzy with anticipation. A few times her fingers brushed my belly sending waves of shuddering pleasure pulsing through my body. Suddenly, white-hot fluid shot out of the tip, spurting over the towel and onto the floor. Cathy stared open mouthed as my cock quivered and jerked in its spasms.
Wow, wow!” was all she could say.

I fell back against the back of the couch, breathing hard. Cathy had continued to hold my tool as she watched my orgasm. Presently, she realized that it had lost some of its rock hard stiffness.

“How fast will it get little?” she asked wide eyed.

“Usually pretty fast, but with you holding on, it may not go down very much.”

Cathy let go as she contemplated what we had just done. My cock subsided to about 60% of its former size, and began to droop a bit.