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First Dates
Since I am going back to when I created this group CLOSET CLEANING I am going to actually start at my beginning with Dollie. My love life really didn’t get started until I got my first car. I imagine many did then. For me it was a slow start. I was interested in cars, racing, customizing cars, learning and playing a few musical instruments, roller skating, all with my male friends. This and working in a grocery store after school and weekends left no time for girls. Yes, I was interested in them.
Back then porn and girlie magazines were hard to come by. My early boob sightings were at the movie theater during news breaks showing topless African women, in National Geographic, and my uncles Playboy and a few other magazines. None really showed a lot of female flesh.
My younger brother and his girlfriend were constantly setting me up with blind dates. Yep, younger brother already had two steady girls he was banging! Occasionally I’d go on one of those blind dates. They weren’t really strangers. Most were in some of my high school classes or girls I’d seen around the school before. Actually all were nice looking and built decently. There were very few obese kids around back then. We got exercise by walking to school, gym classes, and running around the neighborhoods after school, etc.
Knowing those girls from classes and their brothers made dating scary. Eighteen year old girls loved to talk about their date nights. Didn’t want to end up with a bad name so rarely even cuddled or kissed any. Besides, none really turned me on.
Along came a skinny hillbilly looking new kid in school, introduced by brother’s girlfriend again. She knew me by pictures in newspaper about something I did in an art class. But I wasn’t interested in that sloppy dressed redneck soundin kid.
Still don’t know why, I agreed to take her to the drive-inn movie. That’s what we did back then. Took our date to eat at the local drive-inn diner then the movie on the edge of town. Did that with all my dates before. Did it with Dollie.
First date was uneventful. About like the other gilrs. May have held hands or even snuggled. But don’t even remember kissing. Dropped her off in front of her house because I was warned daddy doesn’t like boys. Still no kiss. As far as I was concerned one date was gonna be all for that little girl wearing the long sloppy dress and loose blouse. It was so sloppy fitting I didn’t even know Dollie had titties at that time.
Found out she had turned down another date to go out with me. Coincidently, I had turned down a date too with a cute little gal I was hangin out with off and on for over a year. Way before I had a car. Sandy had a nice pair of boobies and I often fondled them through her tops. Never ever saw them or felt the bare things. But this had been our plans for that same drive-inn movie night I took Dollie instead. Not knowing it, Dollie caused me to not get to see and feel my real first titties. But I got even!
Again, not knowing why, I dated Dollie a few weeks later. Same date, drive-inn diner, drive-inn movie. I always parked just ahead of the concession stand where they sold food and the restrooms were.
My first car was not a real hotrod. A maroon 1949 Dodge club coupe with wide white wall tires and fender skirts. This was a two-door, short roofed car that appeared to have only a front seat. But there was a full rear seat with small side windows. A cool accessory back then was a rear metal Venetian blind. It was fixed, didn’t close. But at the angle I mounted it, visibility inside from the rear was minimal. Later I made removable side screens for those side windows. Went to a lot of outdoor movies so wanted to keep cool in summers.
I always remained in the front seat with those other girls. But after several dates with Dollie I added those screens and we sat in the back with the front seatbacks laid forward. It was semi-private and cozy.
It was about our third date that I began fondling Dollie’s titties. The second date I discovered she had them! She explained that her parents made her wear those baggy clothes and her mother’s bra. Dollie explained that she never wore bras before. On the second date she had removed mommy’s bra and put it in her purse. Found out later that my brother’s girlfriend mentioned I like tits. Little Dollie was already planning to trap me with her booby bait.
This drive-inn movie thing went on every Saturday night most of the year, till it got too cold in winter for the theater to be opened. Probably that third date I was fondling Dollie’s boobs through her blouse. I don't remember whos idea it was. But she was liking it too. So much that either she unbuttoned her top, or asked me to. My first real feel and look at real girl tits! They were much larger than they appeared behind those baggy tops and mommy’s bra!
Wouldn’t ya know, we got caught right off. The concession stand lights and other lights came on as I had Dollie’s tits out fondling them. People were walking between the cars to buy snacks and go to restrooms. Dollie’s white boobs showed up like two light bulbs. We both became embarrassed. But later laughed and enjoyed hearing the comments as more people walked past my car staring inside. Too dumb or busy to cover them up.
The beginning of a life-long game of exhibitionism and fondling. I finally had a girlfriend. After that first time getting caught with Dollie’s tits out, we did it every time we went to the drive-inn movies. To have more room, we'd scoot over to the far right side of that big split bench front seat. I’d fondle the left one and leave the right boob out in the open where people could look in the window at it. After the intermission, we’d move to the back seat for privacy and more room.
This tittie touching and staring caused this young boy to have a bulge in his jeans. In fact, it got very uncomfortable. Tugging and squirming got Dollie’s attention. Copying my inquisitive nature, she began rubbing it through my jeans. She then attempted to get her hands down my pants. My belt and jeans were too tight. Being a polite nice young man, I suggested she unbuckle my belt, unsnap my jeans, and pull my zipper down. She did! Dollie had my penis out staring at it, rubbing it, and pumping it. Now we were both having fun. Or more fun!
In a short time I discovered that when a girl masturbates a young boy, ejaculation happens much quicker than doing it himself! I washed and waxed my car often. Lucky I had some polishing clothes handy. For the record we were training each other.
This became our routine every time we went to the movie…every time we went anyplace! We played with each other as we rode around in the old Dodge. We found a semi-private place on lover’s lane. This is where I’d stop when taking Dollie home from school. In fact this is where we often ended up instead of the drive-inn movie.
Our sex life was well underway. Dollie was beginning to like wearing more and more revealing clothing. Her parents were against it. But girls have ways of making skirts into mini-skirts and blouses lower, after leaving the house.
Dollie was now wearing tight sweaters and short skirts to school. Boys were beginning to notice she had boobs. I began to worry. They were asking her for dates. Lucky for me Dollie turned them all down. I’ve always wondered why she stuck with me. It’s been an exciting and sexy life together. As Dollie masturbated me more often on dates, I discovered my uncircumcised penis couldn’t handle being fully pealed back. Dollie was using two hands often and working my cock in long fast strokes. I was loving it. But after a long weekend of her working on my cock, I was sore and red most of the following week. It hurt to pee!
Of course, since she was masturbating, jiggling, and staring at my manhood, it was only fair I do the same with her honey pot. Wearing min-skirts or short shorts without panties made her c*nt easy to get to. And Dollie never stopped me, right from the beginning. In fact, she’d spread her legs wide and raise up for better access. I was thinking that little pussy was so tight I’d never be able to get my hard cock in there!
After several more dates we were both enjoying each other. We discussed intercourse and agreed we’d wait until we knew each other longer. But obviously we were already getting to know each other quite well!
Again, at the drive-inn theater, we were both going at each other hot and heavy. We admitted we both wanted to go all the way. At about the same time, we said we had a confession to make. Dollie wanted me to go first. But the gentleman I was, I insisted she told her story first.
Seems that when younger she was ****d repeatedly by one of the hired hands who worked for her oldest sister and brother-in-law at their farm. Amazingly, they held Dollie down each time, fondling her little boobs. It was painful because the man was older and she was still a virgin child.
Dollie often stayed at the farm in summers to pick tomatoes and strawberries for extra money. She had no way to leave and was ****d several more times that summer before her parents came. Dollie never told them but begged to go home. No one else ever knew what happened. This made Dollie afraid to have sex with anyone else.
Although I was older, I hardly knew what **** meant. I led a sheltered young life and things of this nature were not discussed. We both cried over this for quite some time. Brings a tear to your eye doesn’t it?
Now it was my turn to confess. When you read this you will probably laugh. As I wrote, I was not circumcised. My younger brother was. But back in the dark ages not every boy was deskinned!
I found out early on that when I masturbated I would hurt myself when pulling my foreskin too far back. Same was true when Dollie did it. For many years I was afraid if I had intercourse I would rip the foreskin off and bleed to death. Too bashful to ask anyone about this. Yes, this was the main reason I never got too involved with other girls. I was afraid kissing and hugging would lead to screwing. And it most likely would have with some of those honey girls from the rumors around school.
Dollie understood my fear and I understood hers. What would we do to find out if this fucking thing would hurt us both? Since we were in love, neither would do anything to hurt the other. Let’s find out! We did. Yes, it did hurt us both. But we also felt pleasure. I found out that a lot of foreplay would make her pussy hot and juicy. By slipping it in slowly I didn’t rip my foreskin off and didn’t bleed to death. Yes, it hurt us both like hell most of the time. But once I had it in we enjoyed every stroke.
This became the biggest part of every date after that. Sometimes we’d stop on lover’s lane for a quickie. We both went home hurting but smiling. Of course, over time, pussy’s get looser and intercourse becomes more fun. Dollie loved it when I rammed my rod to the bottom, and inside her deepest cavities. Her biggest pain was from me bouncing off and on her pubic bone. Mine was my foreskin being forced to it’s limit and more. I’d be so sore and red. Pissing hurt! Still, it never tore or bled. Oh to be young and innocent again!
Okay not really wild closet material. But trying to show how we evolved together.