The beginning of my addiction to sex

It all started when I was in my early teens. I lived in a quiet place where people would sit on their front porch and watch the world go by while making small talk with people as they strolled through the neighborhood in the cool evenings.

There was a couple, Ray and Celeste, who would sit on the edge of their stairs and they would pay special attention to the youngsters, asking questions and encouraging them to linger, while they exchanged simple “hello’s” rather than prolonged conversations with the adults. Ray was a handsome man and Celeste was drop dead gorgeous! While he dressed casually in shorts and tank tops, she was prone to wearing knee length dresses that were low cut and stressed her ample breasts, and it looked like she favored going braless.

As a result, when my friends and I walked by, we would spend more than a little time with them as it offered us an opportunity to try and steel glances at Celeste, trying to see up her dress or down it. Our imaginations often wandered to what she would look like naked. We would look at the girls in our stash of Playboys and imagine Celeste. Each of us had jacked off to these pictures while thinking of her.

Most afternoons there were usually 3 or 4 of us heading home from whatever the day had offered and we had conspired about how we should take turns talking to Ray in order to distract him and offer the rest of us more opportunities to check out his wife.

Often during these evening socials we noticed that Celeste would sometimes reach to the side to pick up her libation of the evening and in doing so her legs would part slightly, giving those of us in front of her a peek between her legs. And every so often she would lean forward to rub her ankles and that afforded us a look down her low cut dress and to see her ample tits, dark nipples erect, and every so often she would look to one of us and smile as we admired her.

This was very confusing to us, being inexperienced in dealing with adults and especially females. Whenever we broke away and headed home we would talk about what took place and of course we wanted to believe that Celeste was teasing us, deliberately turning us on, but we couldn’t decide why or where it would go.

One day, after baseball practice, I was walking home alone and as I walked by Ray and Celeste, he began as usual asking me about my day.