[d7uncan]

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)