[d7uncan]

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.