My One and Only

Intro: This is a true story—the sometimes comedic, sometimes pathetic, almost always inept story of my entry into the wonderful world of sex. You’ll notice, I’m sure, that there’s no anal. In the early 60’s asses were for shitting, not for fucking. It wasn’t until the late 60’s—the onset of the sexual revolution—that we learned about things like the female orgasm, and the ass’s multi-functionality.

It’s just past 10 a.m. Saturday morning, Memorial Day weekend, 1962. It’s a beautiful spring day, the kind I find most often in the Northeast. Temperature in the mid-70’s, low humidity, and just a mere hint of a breeze, so I’m comfortable just wearing a college T-shirt, Bermudas (what they called shorts in ancient times like the ‘60’s) and low-cut sneakers with no socks. The sky, a deep azure shade that makes me feel I can see forever, is punctuated only occasionally by fluffy white cumulus clouds, themselves portents for more such glorious days to come. I have my parents’ bungalow on the north shore of rural Long Island for the weekend. I told them I wanted to go fishing. The blackfish should move inshore now and I do plan to fish a lot, but right now I have other prey in mind.
I’m in my dad’s Impala wagon heading west on Route 25A, the main east-west artery serving the north shore, heading toward the neighboring town. I turn just past the local dairy (yes, real cows!) and approach her house. Making the turn, I think back to how we met last summer. It was a party for her mom’s fortieth. My best buddy Ray works at the local supermarket weekends and summers where Mom is a full-timer. After intro’s to her mom and dad and birthday wishes we headed for the real reason we came—free beer. They had a kiddy pool just stuffed with ice and Pabst Blue Ribbon. Beers in hand we walked over to a small circle of kids sitting on the lawn nearby. Ray sat on one side and I found myself facing him next to a skinny dishwater blonde who I soon learned was the daughter. We all chatted and joked for the duration of the party, becoming more chummy as the beer kept flowing. Eventually, I asked her out and she said ok. We set a date for the following evening.
I picked her up and we headed for the local drive-in. If you’re under 30 it’ll be hard to understand why anyone would go to a movie to sit in your car, listen to bad audio loaded with static, and occasionally try to watch through a teeming rain. But, at the time, it was a lot of fun and it was a great place to make out and more. I picked a slot about two-thirds toward the rear and close to the center. I rolled the window about halfway up and put the speaker on it. Then I surprised her by getting out and walking around to the passenger side, where I got back in and sat next to her again saying, “There’s a lot more room over here and the steering wheel won’t get in our way.”
I put my arm around her and we snuggled close waiting for darkness to fall. Shortly, the cartoon started. That’s another thing—every movie show always started one or more cartoons. I forget what it was—I never saw it. I leaned into her and we started to kiss as it began. She was a pretty good kisser with relaxed lips, sliding her tongue into my mouth as I eased mine into hers. Pretty soon we were in full make-out mode and we were climbing all over each other, grinding our crotches into any body part available. After a few minutes I told her, “I want you to touch me,” and moved her hand to my shorts, just over my now rock-hard cock. She was tentative at first, but didn’t seem to mind rubbing me so I unzipped and took it out. I was already very stimulated so, of course, I was very erect. Again, she was eager to touch and stroke it. By the time the feature started my cock was in her hand and she was caressing it with zeal. Once she showed willingness to fondle me I figured the time was right to try to touch her. I placed my hand on her right thigh and slowly moved it up and down . I slid my hand into those tight shorts and was rewarded with a warm moist sensation. She moaned softly into my mouth as I rubbed her pussy lips. It was only a moment before my fingers began exploring deep into her cunt. It was the first time I had ever touched a pussy. I was surprised at how hot and wet it was, and it smelled just great. Her moans became audible through our ongoing kisses. When I finger fucked her fast and hard she started to buck like a wild bronco.
We dated about forty times that summer but that was as far as we went. Why? Today we would have fucked at least forty times, but this was the 60’s and there were statutory rape laws in force. She was too young and I didn’t include five years as a guest of the state’s penal system among my long-term plans. Now, however, she was a year older and 100% legal.
I walked through the gate and knocked on the breezeway door. She came out wearing the tiniest pair of pink short shorts I had ever seen. They were like a second skin. I could see the top of her pussy, what’s now called a camel toe. Her sleeveless T-shirt was just as tight and it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her A-cup titties stretched the taut fabric and I could see her nipples clearly outlined. She never wore such sexy clothes last year. I guess she had grown up a lot over the winter.
“Hi, I wasn’t expecting you. What a nice surprise,” she said.
“I just got home from college last week and this was the first chance I had to come out here. My dad had me working ever since I got home, but I told them I wanted to go fishing, so here I am. Your mom and dad around?”
“No, Mom’s at work and Dad had to go to the store, but he should be home soon.”
“Listen, I have my parents’ place all to myself, why don’t we go over there where we can have some privacy?”
She wrote a note explaining where she would be and a minute later we were headed back to my place. I pulled the wagon up the lawn all the way to the back door. As we walked into the kitchen I spun her around for a long passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around me and I put my hands on her firm ass pulling her vulva into contact with my thigh. We rubbed each other nonstop until I broke the kiss and pointed her toward the living room.
“Let’s go in here,” I said, pointing to my parents’ bedroom. I started to take my shoes off and she followed suit. I removed my shirt and shorts saying, “I think this will make things a lot easier.” She said nothing but stripped down along with me. I took her hand and led her to our destiny. We lay on the bed and soon we had picked up exactly where we left off last summer. My penis was hard when we walked into the room and she started jerking me immediately—slow steady strokes with just a little pressure from her hand. She wasn’t going to jerk me off this way but the feeling was still exquisite. Our kisses were long and deep; she shuddered when I put my finger into her and worked it around, abusing her pussy. It wasn’t long before we were totally absorbed in each other. I pulled back from the kiss, looked into her eyes and said, “You know, we dated a lot last summer. I think we’re ready. I want to go all the way with you.”
“NO!”
“Oh, c’mon, we’re as ready as any couple will ever be.