High school Sweethearts (18+)
 

Leah and I both had early-summer birthdays and protective parents. It made for some challenges in school. For me, a smart kid and band nerd, it meant more aggravation than usual over the immaturity of some of my classmates (and some of the abuse they aimed my way). For Leah, it meant that there was more focus on her ripening body than her brains and opinions. Maybe that's one of the things that made for our ending up as boyfriend and girlfriend - feeling like we had outgrown the boundaries of small town life in rural Pennsylvania in 1974. For those from that time and background, welcome -- you get the full picture. For everybody else, let me just say that they don't call it "Pennsitucky" for nothing. Think redneck, Bible-belt farm country where the culture was more like the 1950's than the 1970's. We kept hearing about the social changes in other regions, but they were just starting to chip away at the status quo.
So there we were, both just turned 18 and still in high school, starting our senior year. My first serious girlfriend had been in a very religious family and I was still influenced by the Bible-thumping culture that I had encountered then. It was an odd, fence-straddling existence, bouncing between the stolen Playboy and Penthouse magazines and the fierce masturbation sessions spent with them and the opportunities to experiment with girls where I chose to be the "gentleman" and limit myself to French kissing (hours of it sometimes) and, in moments of weakness, a titty-grab here and there. I wasn't a virgin but the single event that had occurred had been years earlier and not appropriate to describe here for multiple reasons. Leah was a virgin and also from a fairly religious background. I found in her a kindred spirit of sorts, too smart to overlook the inconsistency of the rules that we were trying to live by but not willing to throw it all in the trash. Like many of our peers, we found a way to talk ourselves into a compromise: we decided we were going to end up married some day AND we decided we would not have actual intercourse at that point in our lives.
I might make this sound like it was a quick process to get to that mind-set. It wasn't like we laid all that out during our first make-out session. On the other hand, it didn't take more than a couple of dates for us to construct that combination of loopholes to justify the stuff that we both wanted to try. Young love, raging hormones and minds capable of absorbing scripture and looking for the ambiguities makes for a potent mix (and still gets me hard 40+ years later).
[That's all I have time for now, I'll write more next time. I would apologize for the slow start except that it's my story and I'll tell it my way. For those that like a more direct dive into the erotic, please check out my previous story posts and let me know what you think.]

Cathy
 

Any nudes of Cathy S. from west long branch ,New Jersey and red bank catholic ?

HS NIGHTMARE
 

I HAD A HIGH SCHOOL GIRLFRIEND.... nieve as I was, I never knew that her family were Mafia types in Pittsburg...


She was build like an Italian goddess... big tits and tall slender....


When I realized it about her family , and others told me, I was deathly afraid to touch her in any way....she started opening her shirt "by accident" to get me to feel her up,,, but I played dumb and ignored it....her family was very Mafia violent, and I was afraid to break up for fear of a beating... so she finally broke up w/ me for lack of my affection..... a relief for me.....

One of the greatest discoveries of my life was finding out the the teenage girls I was dating were just as horny as I was.

High School Sweethearts (18+) Part 2
 

Please see start of this story line in the first post of this thread.
Leah and I were pretty close friends during our junior year but she had a steady boyfriend who was a senior and I dated a couple of girls during that time. As school resumed for our senior year, her boyfriend was now in college and things were winding down with the girl that I was seeing, who went to a different high school. Leah and I were in the Drama Club and I began giving her rides home after rehearsals for our annual play (the Jimmy Stewart nugget "Harvey"). A long conversation that began on one of those rides to her house on a Saturday afternoon culminated in us alone in the house, kissing on a couch as the autumn sunshine slanted through the windows of an old-fashioned sun porch. I remember my surprise and the rush of excitement as it became clear that she was just as interested and hungry for sensation as I was and not afraid to show it and to talk about it. Over the next several encounters, we talked about things I had only read about or discussed (in the clumsiest way possible) with other guys. I'll never forget certain little details, like when I asked her what color her pubic hair was. She was blonde but not the type with practically invisible eyebrows and sunburn instead of tanlines. She not only told me (saying "about the same color as the hair on your head"), she told me to make sure that her parents were still upstairs watching TV. When it was clear that they were in the middle of a show, the laugh-track echoing down the steps, she slid into a small sewing room and out of sight. When she ducked her head out and motioned me in, she had dropped her tweed-patterned pants to mid-thigh and her panties to just below her crotch. Her light brown pubes were nestled between those smooth thighs, about two shades darker that the hair on her head. Characteristically, it wasn't a momentarily flash, despite the very-real risk of getting caught, but a long lingering display. The expression on her face, her focus on my reaction and her body language were perfect. It was like she had been waiting her whole life for the chance to do this just as I had been obsessing over such a scenario for years.
Within a week of that memorable evening, we had the chance to be alone again. We had gone to a movie and returned to her house. She lived on a farm with multiple barns and outbuildings. I thought maybe we could sneak into one of those, but she directed me to simply pull into a driveway out of view of her house. This was in her father's car, a giant land-yacht 1970's Impala. We kissed, just as passionately as that first afternoon but with steady efforts to shed clothes over an amazingly short period of time. I ended up sitting in the passenger seat, naked from the waist down and she was kneeling in front of me, naked from the waist up. I had seen her breasts briefly before but now they were on full glorious display. Large (34C) and pendulous. Perfect in my opinion of course; she hated that they didn't have the "Playboy" shape and support and later told me how she envied her best friend Carol who she described as centerfold material (too bad Carol was even more religious and inhibited than we were, but that's another story.) To give you perhaps a better mental picture, Leah's nipple, large and pale, pointed directly at the floor when she stood or sat up straight.
I was, of course, rock hard and oozing pre-cum as she stroked me and explored the feel. I don't remember if she had gone this far with other boys. I'm pretty sure she had not done anything else. So, when she leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth my head nearly exploded. She used her hand to continue to stroke the shaft and established a rhythm with her tongue and lips, quickly taking as much as she could into her mouth without gagging. I did not immediately cum, but I'm sure it was only a matter of minutes before I exploded into her mouth. She was not naive about the mechanics of sex (we were both horny bookworms who had done our research) She was prepared for this and took the whole load without hesitation, holding it in her mouth and focusing on its taste and consistency before swallowing. "Hmm" she said after a minute or so, "It's like a soft-boiled egg, not really a strong flavor; nowhere near as salty as I expected from books". She had continued to caress my cock as it shrank and lovingly lapped up the droplets that slid out as the aftershocks bounced through my pelvis and abdomen. Then her thoughtful expression gave way to a wicked knowing smile as she looked up at me, traces of my teenage semen on her full lips. "So, how about some reciprocity?" "That seems only fair" I replied with as much self-composure as I could manage. Jesus, I had been dreaming about licking a willing pussy for something like 12 years and, while this would not be the first time that I tried it, I was sure it would be the first time when my partner was not distracted and scattered but just as intent on sexual adventure as me.
(To be continued...feel free to PM me if you have a comment, especially if you grew up in Western Pennsylvania in the 1970's or 1980's)

No Cathy S pics
 

Sorry, no pics or other material about Cathy S. I had some history with girls from South Jersey but no Cathy's among them. Thanks for reminding me about them: raise a glass, my friends to Annie C, Linda C, Mindy M and Mary Patricia C. And no, no racy pics for any of them have survived.

My first GF from HS ended up breaking up with me. Sucked but is what it is. She started dating a guy she worked with and married him. They moved to FL and have been there for 20+ years.

A few years back my wife and I got into swinging and on a whim I sent her a note on FB asking they were as well. Turns out they did too. Eventually the wife and I went to FL and spent a nice 3 days with them fucking their brains out. It was fun seeing her husband fuck my wife and it was fun fucking the old GF again. I have pictures of her but they're on my other computer.

High School Sweethearts (18+) Part 3
 

As the title indicates, there are 2 previous posts for this true story.
Some of the details are blurred after all of these years. I wish I could remember whether Leah was wearing pants or a skirt. All I can say is that it all came off and quickly, mostly by her efforts. All through our relationship, I was amazed at how eager she was to dive in. So different from the ambivalence and non-verbal back-and-forth with my earlier girlfriends. Now I was on my knees and she was splayed naked on her back, petite enough that almost her entire body fit onto the deep bench seat, her ass perched on the edge. When I leaned in and parted the fine hairs with my tongue I tasted that sweet hot (virgin!) juice for the first time in years and, really, for the first time from the standpoint of lapping up the slippery nectar that only starts when a woman is deeply aroused. As shown at that point and then witnessed over and over for the subsequent 12 years, Leah loved sucking dick and become very proud of her skills. Of course, that was not the only situation that could get her wet like this (just dancing and kissing at our Senior Prom, she got so wet that she had to wad up toilet paper in her panties to keep it from soaking all the way through two layers and running down her leg.) I knew about the clitoris and focused on it, flicking it with my tongue then flattening my tongue out and using a circular motion. She rocked her hips and made cooing noises, progressing to a deeper grunting and a faster, more desperate rhythm. I tried to back off on the pressure, worried that I might make her sore but she pursued me with her hip motion, seeking my mouth. I settled back down and let the weight of my head push my tongue into solid contact. She grunted louder and had just enough cushion in the seat to regulate the pressure and the pace with the movement of her pelvis. As much as I wanted to touch her with my fingers, to explore that heat inside, even more I wanted the first time that I made her cum to be pure pleasure and uninterrupted by any need for her to pull back or invoke a boundary.

Like my first orgasm from her blowjob had taken just long enough to fully appreciate the sensations, she climbed the curve of arousal rapidly and steadily, rewarding me with the gut-wrenching spasms of an orgasm and then the ragged, random shivers and unsteady three-and-four beat jerks of the aftershocks. I rested my cheek against her strong sweaty (varsity gymnast) thigh, understanding that her clit might be painfully sensitive at this moment, just as the head of my penis had been exquisitely sensitive right after shooting my teenage load into her greedy mouth. Her breathing was labored at first (asthma...she soon learned to use her inhaler before we got naked) and then evened out. "I think you liked that" I teased and she murmured dreamily "I'm gonna want you to do that a LOT."

We were just getting started, but time was running out - yes, of course she had a curfew and it was rapidly approaching. We quickly struggled into our clothes and I drove the car around the barn and to its usual parking spot near the house. I couldn't believe we had not been busted but the porch light was on and all the other lights in the house were out, no signs of her dad with a pitchfork or shotgun. To this day, I think that Leah's parents accepted that a certain amount of sexual stuff was going to go on at our age and that it was not going to cross certain lines. I'm less convinced that they would have been so relaxed about it if they knew that, about two weeks after we became boyfriend and girlfriend, their sweet and brilliant high school senior would be coming home with my cum drying on her lips; that she would lay her head down not hot and bothered by an hour of French kissing and nipple play but with the deep satisfaction of her first orgasm from cunnilingus.

I really enjoy reading your posts, it brings back that exciting time of first time nudity and exploration.

Appreciate the feedback
 

Thanks. I don"t know if today's teens feel the same intensity...my reaction based on the world around me was right up there with the gates of paradise swinging open.

Thanks for the addition to the thread
 

Very well written and right on-topic! Hope it inspires others to add their memories of early explorations and discoveries, especially among those of us that were pulled in different directions by religion vs. youthful hormones.

First time: Finger in virgin pussy
 

For those jumping into this thread midstream: We were both 18, high school seniors, good students and had just started fooling around. She was a honey-blonde with a tight little body. I loved everything about her looks but she hated that her oversize-for-her breasts were pendulous, hanging down with nipples pointing at the floor instead of the "Playboy" ideal shape.
I don't remember if this was our next date after the first time we had oral sex but it was soon after that memorable evening. We had decided to wait on intercourse thanks to religious beliefs shared by both of us, but had rationalized that oral sex and heavy petting weren't "really" sex. So there we were, parked in a boat launch area after a movie and hamburgers, wedged into the back seat of my Chevy Vega. We kissed for a long time and I had my hands under the top of her dress. I remember it being some kind of slick smooth fabric (Rayon?) with a hemline just above her knee. I moved one of my hands under that hemline and (like all the previous times we had made out) could not believe my luck when she moved to help me and made the sexiest noises I had ever heard when my fingers dipped into the wetness oozing out between the furry lips nestled under the cotton panties (no pantyhose that night, hooray). I focused on touching her clit, being careful to start gently and pay attention to her responses. She breathed faster and heavier and her hips began to undulate, showing me what rhythm to use. We half-paused just long enough to slide those panties all the way off and hike her dress up around her waist, I was just starting to settle into the pace when she softly said to me one of the things that still gets me hard decades later: "You can put a finger inside if you want." Fuck! I thought that was taboo, with our focus on her staying a virgin. Believe me, she did not have to say it twice. I moved the middle finger that I had been using on her clit down and eased it into her, expecting her to flinch or tell me at some point to wait, slow down, take it out...instead I felt her open up to me and the sounds she made were deeper, more primal. Even more wetness coated my finger and my palm and she hunched her hips up off of the vinyl seat. Still concerned that something that I might do could cause sudden pain and break this magic spell, I let her show me through her body language how fast, how deep. Bottom line, pretty fast and before I knew it, pretty much as deep as my inexperienced finger could reach. Having done years of research in every piece of smut that I could steal, smuggle or find, I was convinced that I would need to re-focus on that little magic button to take her over the top. Wrong again; she showed me that I didn't need to do anything else to get her to buck faster and faster on the seat until she arched up and spasmed over and over, her previously untouched vagina gripping my finger in a pattern that still burns in my brain. Years later, when experts started talking about the G-spot and other variations on the non-clitoral orgasm, my mind would always return to that memorable night. Not the craziest or most daring encounter in my life or among the things that Leah and I did during the 13 years we had together but still on my list of amazing experiences.
I really don't remember clearly what else we did that night. It's very likely that she went down on me and used her hands to jerk me off into her hungry little mouth. Even at that stage of our mutual exploration, she was starting to talk about how powerful that made her feel and how she knew that she had a talent for it. My feeling of being lucky to be part of it and find a kindred soul in the minefield of rural Pennsylvania Bible-belt repression has persisted to this day.
Hope you enjoyed this latest chapter in my sexual autobiography. Feel free to PM me, especially if you have memories of similar experiences from high school or college in Northwest PA in the 1970's or 1980's.