[bradmajors]

I started dating quite late. In fact, by the time I went to College, I only had one girlfriend. Before her, I was resolved that I'd probably be a virgin at 30, a confirmed bachelor, a loner. Thankfully i was introduced to this cute, curvy, exceptionally bright blonde in a community theater production. We spent the summer chatting, flirting, and eventually as the show was up and running we went out to movies together. This led to your typical making out at every opportunity. Unfortunately, both our houses were ALWAYS busy, so we had to get creative with time and location for our horny escapades. Here were some of the more memorable ones.

The first time I fingered her was at the closing cast party at the theater, after our show had finished it's run. We were chatting in the back hall, unsure if we'd be able to get as much time together as we did in the summer (different schools, you understand) and so eventually this led to desperate making out. We'd well rounded second base before, so I had no qualms about groping her tits out of view of the other cast members (including my dad). Somehow the moment seemed right that I aught to explore further, and i slid my hand down her jeans, felt that soft tuft of hair, and a sweet scented wet juicy pussy. I really doubt we carried on for more than a minute before we became so worried of getting caught that we broke, and left in separate directions to go join the others. The whole rest of the party, I kept sniffing my fingers. I didn't wash my hand until the next morning.

Normally our date routine would involve a movie at home or out in the multiplex, but we didn't do more than cuddling. Both of us really liked movies, and didn't feel like distracting ourselves. One day though, we decided to catch "Old School." This movie was, and remains, one of the worst movies I've ever seen. We saw it 2 weeks after it came out, so the theater was nearly empty. Just us and several guys about 3 rows down. The dudes seemed to be having a good time. They might have been drunk. But we weren't really feeling it. So, she and I started to make out. The seats were rather high, so we didn't worry about the guys looking back and seeing her exposed tits as i pulled up her shirt and sucked on her nipples. She wore a skirt that day, so there was easy access to her honey hole, and i made sure she muffled any gasps as I kept her mouth occupied with mine. She broke free, and eagerly ripped at my belt and zipper, freeing my cock. This girl, though we still haven't had intercourse, was phenomenally good at blowjobs. Every previous bj would result in me doing what I learned from porn and shooting over her tits. Not today. This time, in the movie theater, she was determined to swallow my load. When i tapped her head repeatedly to warn her about my oncoming erruption, she shoved my cock further in and pushed my hands away. The feeling of gushing into her mouth was absolute joy. I still prefer a good messy cumshot though. I still don't know why, but almost every time I get a blowjob to completion, I almost never finish in her mouth unless the lights are off.

One night, we were back at her place after school, and both of her parents were out. Her kid sister was watching tv in the other room quite loud, and we took an opportunity to go to the other sitting room and get to making out. I'm not sure how far we'd gotten that night, but I do remember our old scheme consisted of listening for the garage door to open, or for her sister to make her typical loud "YOU GUYS!" before entering the room. Neither of these gave us much time to compose ourselves, so generally the play was rather light at her place. One night though, I had her shirt and bra pulled up over her soft, pert tits, and was flicking my tongue at her nipples when I looked up and saw her dad towering over us. He must not have used the garage entrance that night, and from that point on the rest of the night was a blur of regret and fear. Her dad had a large gun collection, and I don't know how much was bluffing or how much he meant to show his resolve when for the rest of this 60 second conversation, he took the gun safe key in his hand and told me I had one minute to get out of his house before I would be considered a trespasser to be shot on site.

2 days later she and i went on another date, but her parents hated me from then on.