An adult stories – Why Did We Have to be Cousins by 32aa,32aa This is a new venture for me. This is my first into an incest story with my now 21-year-old cousin. Hopefully, it is received well.
All sex is between consenting adults, who are all over 18.
It’s completely written so the chapters should flow pretty quickly.
Growing up in the upper portion of Norther Wisconsin outside the little village of Athens in the 50s and 60s would seem boring to some. It was family and the outdoors that provided all the entertainment we needed through those early years of our lives.
It was a small village of around 1,000, and everybody knew everybody, be that good or bad. Our families were close-knit. My uncle was a mail carrier, and my dad worked in a nearby dairy as a maintenance worker, specializing in sanitary stainless steel welding. Back then there were no automatic welding machines, all the sanitary welding was done by hand.
I had a sister and then there were my cousins. Ellen was the oldest and a year younger than me. Then there were her three sisters, including a set of twins.
Both my dad and uncle, Fred, had been carpenters in their early lives before they got married. They built the house that I grew up in and many years later, they both built my uncle’s house that was probably ten minutes away. Our playground behind each house consisted of tall pine trees.
I remember that our families always did things together: birthdays, the 4th of July, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and sometimes… just because. I don’t remember doing a lot with Ellen as we grew up, she was just there… my cousin. I do recall that as pre-teens and during those early hormone-raged teenage years, whenever there were family games she was always on my team. Always close by. Whenever there was a dispute, Ellen sided with me, and I did the same. If I heard of anybody giving her a hard time in school, I took the guy aside and made it clear… very clear to knock it off.
Being in Northern Wisconsin, we were surrounded by lakes and plenty of pine forests. We spent many summer afternoons in the woods building forts and even a couple of crude tree houses. And then there were those unofficial ‘Holidays’ that every northern Wisconsinite longed for: the first day of Walleye season and the opening of deer season.
Winters in Northern Wisconsin start early and last for, what seems like forever and everybody was always bundled up, even when lounging around the house. Baggy flannel shirts, bulky sweaters, and sweatshirts were the norm.
It was spring, at the end of my freshman year. It was the first really warm day, if you want to call being in the high sixties ‘warm’, that brought the families together at our place for the first outside picnic of the summer. There were games and plenty of food.
When Ellen got out of their car, I did a double-take. My ‘little cousin’ wasn’t so little anymore.
As high school progressed. Ellen and I got closer, especially in the summer months. At family picnics, we would go for walks in the woods behind our houses, and just visit away from everybody else. On one of our walks, she asked me if I had ever kissed a girl. I looked over and saw the playful grin.
By now, I was a junior and always seemed to have a date for school dances. No real girlfriend. I laughed, as I said I had only kissed one girl and it only lasted a couple of seconds.
“But you still remember. Don’t you?”
“Yes. You’ll always remember your first kiss.”
I told her that two weeks later, one of her girlfriends handed me a note outside my locker. My ‘date’ said she didn’t want to hang out anymore during school. My first crush and kiss. I was devastated. But, as they say, ‘Life goes on’.
That year Ellen had turned sixteen and her parents allowed her to start dating… with strict early curfews… like 10:30. Although for school dances the curfew time was extended to half an hour after the dance ended.
She had been on a few dates, as had I. We always shared the details. I mean, it wasn’t like I got hot and heavy with my dates. In fact, there were no goodnight kisses or even pecks on the cheek. Everything was just for fun on both of our parts.
One time, when we were off by ourselves, Ellen told me about her last date. It was the third time she had gone out with the guy, who she told me would remain nameless. They had first gone to a movie, had some pizza, and then the guy drove to some back country road and parked. Ellen knew what the guy had on his mind. She wasn’t ready for any of that and told him to take her home. He did. He only pulled up to her house, waited for her to get out, and then took off as soon as she was clear of the car. Never walked her to her door. Ellen added with a grin, “Good riddance”. Now I know why she didn’t tell me his name. I probably knew him, and I could have seen myself making sure he knew, in no uncertain terms, ‘that was no way to treat my cousin’.
I think what brought us closer happened when I was a senior. Ellen had a science project that she was struggling with. Normally, a very smart girl, but the required science class and project were pushing her boundaries. I had taken the class the previous year; so, it was natural that I would help her. It gave the families some time to visit, while she and I would go to either her room or the basement to go over the assignments. I didn’t know it at the time, but, she was secretly faking her lack of understanding on the subject. She had a crush on me, her cousin. I was oblivious.
I did have a high school girlfriend, Gloria, throughout my senior year. She was in the same year that I was, making her 18. We were pretty much exclusive from the summer before, and up until a few months before we graduated.
During that time, we messed around on back country roads like hormone-raged teenagers have for like… forever. We were each other’s ‘first’ in a lot of ways but never did the deed. I was terrified of getting her pregnant and I kind of knew that Gloria wanted her first time to be someplace other than the backseat of a car.
Gloria introduced me to the ‘clit’ and we both discovered that her nipples were really sensitive and that she really loved it when my tongue would bathe each. I helped Gloria perfect her hand job technique. She quickly realized that slow and gentle stroking on the sensitive glans, which was always lubricated by copious amounts of pre-cum, would keep me on edge for as long as she wanted me to. And then, when she was ready, the explosive release of all the backed-up semen that had filled my aching balls.
Throughout my senior year, when it was just Ellen and me off by ourselves, she would casually ask about Gloria. I think that she was curious about the extent of our ‘activities’. I was not a ‘kiss and tell’ guy. I just said that we had fun.
The way Ellen’s birthday landed, she missed the 6-year-old requirement by September 1 by a month. So she wasn’t able to start kindergarten until the following year, making her one of the oldest in her class. The nice part about that was that she was the first in her class to get a driver’s license. That put us at the same age over the summer months until I turned 19, before going off to college, making me one of the youngest in my class. And yes, one of the last to get a driver’s license and the last in my class to have signed up for the draft.
The families had gathered to celebrate Ellen’s eighteenth birthday. During a lull in the birthday activities, we were out for a slow walk in the trees behind her house. It gave me an opportunity to give her the birthday present I had found at a local handmade jewelry shop. It was a delicate silver bracelet with an inscription on the inside, “Believe in yourself. Like I believe in you.”
Ellen wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body into mine for really the first time. She felt wonderful. Pulling back, her eyes pooled in tears.
“Thank you. It is the most heartfelt gift I have ever received. I will wear it every day and read the inscription after you’ve left for school, and I’m still here.”
The look on her face told me that she was contemplating her next words.
“Is it fun, kissing?”
“Yeah. It’s fun. I enjoy it and I know that Gloria enjoys it too.”
“I’ve never been kissed. I guess I could have let that guy, who I told you about, kiss me, but I think at the time he was looking for more than just a kiss.”
Ellen went quiet for a few minutes, like gathering up the courage for what was on her mind. And then in a voice that was barely a whisper.
“Bill, would you kiss me?”
I think my breathing stopped, as I stopped mid-stride from our walk. Looking over at her, for really the first time, and taking in the features of her face, not as my cousin, but as a beautiful young woman.
Ellen had a smooth and fair complexion, probably from our German heritage, which is probably why she had to be careful during the summers when she was outside, especially when she went swimming. Although, when she did tan and it was always a light soft tan, never the deep golden copper-colored tan. Her hazel-colored eyes gave her face a warmth, and the thin strawberry-blonde eyebrows that matched her hair gave her a look of innocence.
I had to be careful here. Ellen had put herself out there. I knew that she was asking for more than just a quick peck on the lips. Could I go there?
Up to this point, we had never gotten into a really personal conversation where our feelings for each other were put out there. She was trusting me. I knew that if I made a miss-step like flatly refusing, it would have a long-lasting effect on her and between us. On the other hand… did I want to kiss her?… My cousin.
“I just want to know what it’s like to be kissed by someone who I know likes me, and who I feel comfortable with. And not just by some guy as a trophy or something to brag about. I know that we’re cousins and all. If you think it’s weird, then I understand.”
“Ellen… Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m not asking you to kiss me like, I know that you kiss Gloria. Just a little ‘First Kiss’ kiss.”
By now we were standing face-to-face, as our hands found and held each other. Our eyes bored deep. It was like nothing I had ever felt.
“You’ll always remember your first kiss,” I said softly as I lightly stroked her cheek with the back of my hand.
“I know. Just like you have. And that’s why I want it to be with someone who cares for me, like you.”
Kissing her forehead, as a sign of my care, our friendship, and that she was special to me before lightly brushing my lips across Ellen’s soft lips. She let out a low and prolonged “mmmm”, our embrace, tightening into a warmth shared by each of us for the first time. As our hands roamed over each other’s backs, Ellen pressed her young body into me as our lips sealed the unspoken connection between each of us. It would be a connection that we would each carry with us for the rest of our lives, no matter what path our lives would follow.
Pulling back, our faces inches apart. Ellen’s eyes were soft and serene. And then there was the gentle smile.
“Thank you. It was more than I ever dreamed. You’re going to make some girl very lucky.”
And that was that. We both realized that it was a one-time thing. It was difficult to act ‘normal’ around the rest of the family from that point on, but somehow we pulled it off. Still, every time we looked at each other, there was a shared look.
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She had more dates, but nothing like the previous one. But, Ellen would just talk about whatever they did the previous night. It was always casual. She did confess that she had let him kiss her… Then added, that he could still use more practice.
On one of our family picnics, Ellen had the current guy-friend there and I was with Gloria. We hung around together the whole afternoon. It was fun.
Later, on our familiar country road, and coming up for air after a particularly steamy half an hour of bare skin to bare skin dueling tongues, nibbling, licking, and stroking those supper sensitive spots, I just thought out loud, “What would you think if the four is us went out to a movie or something?”
Gloria looked at me and just said, “I think that would be pretty uncomfortable for the guy.”
“Why? What do you mean?”
“You don’t know? She has a crush on you. I saw it the first time you introduced us. And for some reason, it’s stronger.”
‘Oh shit,’ I thought. If Gloria saw it, what about the rest of the family? That would be the last thing that we would need.
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1968 and the end of the summer. Gloria and I knew that each of us was heading off to begin new lives at college, meet new people, and experience new things away from our little secluded town. Gloria was going to go to the University of South Dakota to study nursing and I was headed to the University of Wisconsin in Madison to study Mechanical Engineering… basically in opposite directions.
It wasn’t a real ‘break up’ it was more like two close friends parting. It was like, ‘It’s been fun. Wish you the best. Maybe, we could still get together next summer’.
We never did get together. It was mainly because she decided to go to school year-round. And our Holiday schedules never really matched up.
That fall, I headed off to school in the southern part of the state, three hours away.
Going from growing up in a very small conservative town where everybody knew everyone and then suddenly being immersed in a sea of unknown faces was almost overwhelming. Watching my parents turn and drive away that first day, and then sitting in the cafeteria that evening… alone, I asked myself, ‘Are you sure of this?’. I don’t think I slept at all that night.
The next day my roommate showed up. I guess that I was lucky, he also came from a small dairy town located on the eastern part of the state. We quickly became good friends as well as the rest of the guys on the floor.
I quickly settled into the daily routine of classes, homework… lots of homework. In high school, I was mostly able to get my daily assignments done during the day. College was a different beast all together where each of my classes required at least 3 hours of intense study time. Some met daily and some three times a week. My evenings were spent at the library for four to five hours.
Some kids adapted and would be back the next year, some didn’t and the guys were off to Vietnam. This was before the draft lottery the following year and was a tremendous motivator. As long as you maintained your grades you kept your ‘student deferment’.
Then there were the world and national events that kept colleges in a constant state of turmoil. Vietnam with the almost weekly protests and demonstrations that were led by a mixture of on-campus students and outside agitators. Their intensity and passion for the issues were something I had never seen. How did these students find time to study?
Race issues and the tension that followed the assassination of Martin Luther King over the summer carried through the fall. You could feel the uneasiness. Having grown up where I did, race was never something I had been exposed to or thought about, as everyone was Caucasian. But here, I was exposed to something new and at times intimidating, at least in my young and naïve mind.
Ellen and I wrote back and forth about three times a week. It was always a high point in my day, to see a letter in my mailbox. She asked if what she saw on TV was happening at my school. It wasn’t to the degree that was on the nightly news but, it was still intense. She always wrote about any dates she had been on, including some details about their activities. Still not interested in ‘doing the dead’, much to the frustration of a few of her dates.
But, there were fun things. There was always something to do. Nobody on the floor was 21 or had a fake ID, so alcohol was out of the question. Still, you could always find a card game going on somewhere on the floor. The lower floor of the cafeteria and a game room with about 8 pool tables and 6 ping-pong tables. The bad thing was that on the weekends there was a waiting list.
The dorm had a ‘recreation’ budget. No, they couldn’t use it for beer. The first year the dorm coordinated with one of the woman’s dorms on a cookout at a local park. Not being a social butterfly, it was a nice way to get to know a few women. Nothing developed beyond just a casual ‘Hi’ in passing in the cafeteria… Oh well.
Being three hours away and without a car that first year, meant that my parents would have to drive down to pick me up. That was why the only times I got home during the school year were: Thanksgiving, Christmas, and spring break.
Each of those times, the families would get together and I noticed that Ellen never seemed to have a boyfriend when I was home. From our letters, I knew that she had a few dates during her senior year and went to a few school dances: Homecoming and various school dances, each time with a different guy. I asked her about it and all she said was that ‘they didn’t interest her’. I just let it slide.
Being away at school, I missed her 18th birthday party, but, was lucky that my school let out for summer break just in time to attend her high school graduation.
Seeing her for the first time since the holidays I think my heart stopped. Those half-apple-sized mounds that I had seen the year before, were gone. The halves had grown into full-size apples… a pair of nice full “B” cups. Her waist was still nice and narrow, and the shorts hugged her cute butt. Her strawberry-blonde hair had grown out and nicely framed her face, matching her thin and delicate eyebrows.
She wore a cotton pullover paisley blue top, with a gentle “V” neckline and a pair of white shorts that came mid-thigh. Her legs were nice and smooth, the color of cream.
It was a full family party at her house. I was greeted with a full-body hug. She felt nice. The first real hug since the ‘kiss’.
There were games and food, enough to feed an army. Ellen was always by my side, or nearby. Sitting around with our burgers, everyone was asking how my school year went. If I had met any girls. I hadn’t. I was a lowly freshman. College girls were drawn to those lucky upper-classmen.
Ellen had been accepted at the University of Eau Claire, which was about an hour away and probably two hours away from where I was going. She hadn’t decided on a major yet but was leaning toward Education, maybe elementary education.
From my letters, Ellen had a fair idea of college life. But being together for the Holiday, gave us more time to leisurely talk about what to expect.
She asked what college was like. How much different was it from high school? Roommate issues. Homework. The turmoil and demonstrations. And of course, parties and other social activities. Being the late 60s, the dorms were still segregated between men and women. So, there weren’t any opportunities for ‘extracurricular’ activities, unless you were really… really careful and discrete.
We spent a lot of that summer together. We even went out together at times for just casual stuff, usually movies and a pizza afterward. None of the families had a problem with it, so I guess we were doing a pretty good job of hiding the feelings we had for each other. But, I do remember one conversation that I had with my dad one afternoon when we were just hanging out and away from everybody else.
“You and Ellen seem pretty close.”
“Yeah. We enjoy each other’s company. I guess we always have. She wants to know all about college life and stuff. You know, the same things that I wondered about, but didn’t have anybody to ask. She’s mainly concerned about the roommate thing. Moving in and living with a complete stranger. Hoping that they will get along. What the freshman classes are like. Homework. Trying to study in a dorm. Things like that. And, we just enjoy doing casual things together. Just hanging out. I mean, I haven’t kept in touch with any of my high school friends, so it gives me someone to do things with.”
“Well, just be careful.”
I just stared back with a ‘questioning’ look.
“She’s had a crush on you since before high school. Even now, you can see it when she looks at you. Her eyes follow you when you move around at our family get-togethers. As you know, she’s been on a few dates but has never had a real boyfriend. She thinks a lot of you. Don’t do anything that would hurt her.”
“I would never do that… she’s my cousin.”
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We continued to write back and forth on a weekly basis describing what was going on. We each talked about our classes, roommate issues, cafeteria food, parties, and yes, our social life to the point that we each knew that the other had done more than just ‘hold hands’.
I could tell that she was also enjoying college life away from our little town. But, she did admit that she missed the small-town atmosphere and closeness.
During the summers, we each had the usual ‘summer job, but we would still do stuff with family or just hang out together. Our little town had a bowling alley so we spent many Saturday nights there or hitting the movie theater in the next town over, just having fun. At family get-togethers, we still took walks and just talked, usually about the upcoming school year. I was pretty sure that both families had accepted our closeness and that we had enough sense, ‘to be careful’.
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It was spring in my junior year when I gave up my “V” card. I can truthfully say that it was fun for each of us. She was on the Pill and was more than thrilled to deflower her first virgin. I’m not sure who had more fun.
Sitting at my desk, preparing to write my weekly letter to Ellen, I pondered if and how I was going to broach the subject. We had always been honest, and upfront with each other.
Did I want to tell her about it? How would she feel knowing that I had had full-blown sex for the first time?
I had already casually mentioned that I was studying with a girl who sat directly in front of me in my biology class in the lecture hall and that her name was Alex.
Alex got my attention during the second week of class when the test results from the previous week were handed back, she turned around, grabbed my test sheet, looked at the grade, and handed it back with a satisfying grin. As she was leaving at the end of class, she playfully rustled my hair with her fingers. From that point on we would study together in the library before our class the next day completing homework assignments or studying for the weekly tests, so basically three times a week, plus the flirting at the beginning of each class.
I knew that Ellen had casually seen a few guys. Nothing hot and heavy just a movie or maybe hit a bar for some dancing. A little make-out time, and some mutual groping, but that was as far as she was willing to go. She had told me that when she decided to give up her “V” card, it was going to be someplace other than the backseat of some car on some back country road, or a ‘quickie’ in a college dorm room.
The description of Alex, that I had given her, was that she was cute, petite, and had a lively personality. Probably around five foot four with dark shoulder-length chestnut brown hair and was a sophomore majoring in education like she was.
Ellen’s response was pretty neutral. Just a couple of sentences… ‘She sounds nice. Have fun.’
So, what’s different now? Anyway, the letter I received the following week answered my questions and put me at ease with the first three words in capital letters, “GOOD FOR YOU”. Her next sentence got my attention… “I want DETAILS… Lots and Lots of juicing details.”
Wow. I sure didn’t expect that. But why? She never asked for details when Gloria and I had messed around or any of my other encounters. So, in my next letter, I asked.
“Details? Why?”
Her reply was simple but still didn’t answer my question.
“Because.”
So, if ‘Juicy Details’ were what she wanted, ‘Juicy is what she was going to get… every kiss… every lick… every suck… every stroke. I was going to make it like a romantic porn story. It would be as if she was watching the experience unfold from the very beginning to the finale. Quietly watching… listening to every word, experiencing the emotions and all of the sensations I had experienced.
Maybe it would be something where she would touch herself while she read. I quickly flushed that image.
I decided to make it a game. It would be in chapters… a series of letters spaced a few days apart and was stretched out over a period of three weeks. For the purpose of this story, it will be a continuous description.
Ellen’s responses started to appear a week later. I mean the mail service between our two schools would vary between 3 and 4 days each way. The first sentence of her first response was, “Oh my.” As they got juicier and more descriptive, each letter would end with, ‘More’.
As I mentioned, Alex and I would study in the library three nights a week. We usually studied side-by-side so that we could discuss whatever we were studying quietly, so as to not disturb those around us.
One night, Alex was positioned such that when she would lean forward to write in her notes her blouse billowed, and her left bra-covered breast came into view. It was a lacy half-bra, that exposed gentle swell of her breast like a half-covered snowball. The edge of the material had to be at the outer edge of her areola.
I’m not sure how discrete I was, but Alex never let on. I also wanted to include my down-blouse incident in my letter to Ellen. She knew how much I would steal glimpses down her blouse when she felt like being playful. And it would always create a tingle of excitement.
That night, we closed the books around 10:00. She gave me a smile and asked if I wanted to head downtown for some beers and stuff.
I knew that Alex lived off-campus in a trailer with two other women students. I was still living in the dorm. I liked the comradery of always having something to do and if you were discrete, getting alcohol or a coed into your room wasn’t a problem. Alex said that three women living together was ‘Challenging’ at times, to put it politely. But they were friends from the previous year living in the dorm and they worked things out.
So, that’s how I found myself first in Alex’s car, and then in the middle of the dance floor in a slow dance with Alex pressed into me. Her firm little breasts against my chest and her mound against my growing hardness. I tried to be discrete by not pressing back. Still, she felt great. We sort of danced – swayed to every slow song that was played that night.
Parking behind my dorm in Alex’s car, I hesitantly kissed her for the first time, not knowing if I was pushing our friendship. But the first kiss became a second and then a third and then continuous. The next hour was like a slice of heaven.
We each had an 8:00 class the next morning, but before I got out asked if she would like to meet up after our last Friday class and hit the bars like most college kids did at the end of a stressful week. I was pleased when Alex smiled and said that she would love to.
The day had been sunny and warm. I was looking down getting my notebook out and preparing for the lecture when out of the corner of my eye I saw a pair of smooth, toned calves, and thighs go by. Looking up I caught Alex’s eyes as she grins. Alex was dressed for comfort and also for my viewing pleasure – a pastel yellow sundress, decorated with daisies and robins. It was held in place by two shoulder straps that were tied in bows at her shoulders. The top was just above the gentle swells of her small half-apple-size breasts. It had to have had a built-in bra, but then Alex didn’t really need one. Her shoulders were bare as was half of her back. Concentrating on today’s lecture was going to be a challenge, as she took her seat directly in front of me.
As the professor droned on and on about something that I was hoping Alex was taking her usual detailed notes about, I found myself studying the fine downy hairs on the back of Alex’s neck. The way the delicate bumps of her vertebrae followed a gentle line from the base of her neck to the back of the dress. Imagining that with just a simple tug at the strings that tied the bows the dress would float to the ground.
Alex waited for me outside the lecture hall at the end of class. I had one more class. We agreed to meet here and then head directly downtown.
It was only 4:30. After showing our school IDs and getting our hands stamped we toasted with a couple of cold beers. There was music but nobody was dancing. Dancing was for later. Now was for drinking.
6:00 was approaching. The dorm’s cafeteria closed at 6:15. I was hungry and a bit tipsy. In a lull in the noise, Alex said that she was hungry and that her roommates had gone home for the weekend. She asked what I thought about stopping at the grocery store and picking up some hamburger, buns, beans, chips, and beer, and taking everything back to her trailer and she would make us some dinner.
So, that’s how I found myself sitting across from Alex dining on a gourmet meal of burgers, beans, chips, and beer with the radio playing softly in the background. I had no expectations for the evening. In my naïve virgin mind, I pictured spending some time here, and then Alex would take me back to the dorm. I was pleasantly wrong.
I don’t know what song was playing only that it was slow when Alex whispered, “Dance with me.”
Holding her, she pressed her body into mine. My hands roamed over the covered portion of her lower back to just above her butt. That only emboldened Alex as she pressed her mound against my quickly hardening cock and then ground her hips. I had never had a girl do that. Was this going where I was hoping it would go? Patience. But then ‘patience’ to a virgin in this type of situation was kind of an oxymoron.
Alex’s lips found mine. Like all of our kisses, it was soft and tender. My hands were on her tiny waist. It was the first time we had kissed where our whole bodies touched. She felt wonderful. Her firm apple-sized breasts pressed into my chest.
Pulling back, Alex tenderly smiled, “Bill, can I ask you a personal question?”
“Sure.”
“Do you have a girlfriend back home?”
“Not really.”
She looked at me with a puzzled look.
“I mean, no. I don’t have a girlfriend. My cousin and I are close and we would hang out together. Go to movies and stuff. But, that’s about it. Why?”
“You just seem, and don’t take this wrong, hesitant… shy. I mean, we’ve studied together for the last couple of weeks. I’ve flirted with you in class and we did kiss earlier this week, which was really nice. And then just now. I wasn’t sure what you were thinking. It was really nice, earlier when you asked if I wanted to go downtown and have some beers.”
A silent moment, “I guess I didn’t want to offend you. It’s not my way.”
“Bill, you’re not going to offend me. Why do you think I sat so close to you at the library the other night? Why did I sit in a way that I knew you could look down my blouse?”
I could feel my face flush as I looked down in my embarrassment.
Lifting my chin so that we could look at each other.
“It’s ok. I wanted you to look. You were supposed to look… and now,” Alex’s voice soft, “Why do you think I brought you here tonight when my roommates were gone?”
“Alex?” my voice was soft with a ‘questioning’ tone.
Bringing her fingers up, Alex gently pressed against my lips.
“You don’t have to say anything. If you don’t want to, I’ll understand.”
Her voice was soft as her fingertips lightly grazed my cheeks.
“It’s not that. I’ve been attracted to you since the first time you took your seat in front of me in class. I always look forward to that class. And then when we started to study together, it was the high point of my day. I’ve dreamed… maybe dreamed isn’t the correct word… maybe fantasize is a better word. I’ve fantasized about you.”
Alex broke into a gentle smile. I noticed dimples for the first time… cute dimples and sparkling eyes.
Taking a deep breath, “It’s just.”
Alex gave me a comforting look, kissed my lips, and said, “You’ve never done this before have you?”
“No. Not where I think, and hope this is going. I had a girlfriend in high school. We messed around a bit, but that was about it. I’ve messed around with a few coeds in my room but, again, that was all.”
“You’ll always remember your first time,” hesitating, “Some of us wish that we could forget our first time,” she added in a sad tone.
“Like I said a few moments ago, if you don’t want to…”
Cutting her off in mid-sentence, I pressed my lips to hers. My tongue gently probed requesting permission to enter. My embrace pulled her firm little body into mine and was met with a growing desire. Her hands on my back pulling us together. Her mound grinding against my growing hardness.
It wasn’t a hunger. It wasn’t a need to have her, which I did. No, I think if this was heading where I was pretty sure it going, I wanted it to be slow. I wanted to savor everything. To remember it as what I had pictured ‘lovemaking’ to be like. And not just a quick and out-of-control fuck.
Coming up for air and smiling. Alex brought both of her hands up to the bows that held her sundress in place. Without breaking eye contact, she gently pulled the strings releasing the dress as gravity took over and the fabric floated down her body and pooled at her feet. Alex took a step back as she allowed my eyes to shamelessly devour her semi-nude body for the first time.
My heart and breathing stopped. Never before, in my young life had I seen such a beautiful and sexy creature. Oh, yeah there were Playboys around, but to see a semi-nude woman in the flesh was almost more than this virgin could ever imagine. My times with Gloria on those back country roads and the coeds in my dorm room were always with muted light. Their breasts were mere outlines of white mounds with dark circles in the middle.
Here in the light of Alex’s living room, I stood mesmerized.
Alex’s breasts were like two palm-sized brilliantly white snowballs that were set off by her summer tan lines. Her nipples were a deep pink, protruding proudly from the center of small, lighter pink aureoles. Her toned midsection seemed to go on forever before the white lacy bikini panty came into view. And then there was the shadow of her underlying forest.
Words finally came to me, “Oh, Alex. I’ve never seen anything so sexy… so beautiful… so… so,” words were failing me as I stammered.
“Did I say sexy?”
Alex smiled at my flustered state, “You did. But you can tell me that I’m sexy as much as you want.”
Once again our lips made love. My hands caressed the warm and smooth skin of her back from her shoulders all the way to the elastic of her panty. I was tempted to reach inside and cup each of her firm cheeks but decide to just let things unfold naturally.
Alex began working the buttons of my shirt. Opening and running her fingers through my sparse chest hair.
“mmmm so sexy. Just enough. I have to do this.”
Alex leaned in, closed her eyes, and brushed her nipples across mine and through my chest hair.
“mmmm that feels so good. This is going to be so much fun.”
Sensitive nipples. I had enough experience with Gloria and Coeds to know that this was going to be fun and enjoyable for each of us.
Alex fumbled with first my belt, then the snap of my jeans, and finally the zipper. Kneeling, her hands guided my jeans down and off. In front of her was the swollen outline of the mushroom head through my white and very tight briefs.
“So sexy,” the fingernail of her index finger drawing circles around the visible ridge.
“You said that you had fantasies about me. Well, I’ve had fantasies about you for so long. About what’s in here,” her finger lingering on the growing wet spot.
“About and what I wanted to do with it. And what I wanted to have you do with it. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, I’m on the Pill.
“So, now that that’s out of the way, let’s get these out of the way and let my fantasies begin.”
Letting out a groan, as my cock springs free from its confinement, a hushed gasp followed by, “Oh my god,” fills the quiet room. I looked down to see my cock pointing straight at Alex’s beaming face like she had just opened her favorite Christmas present.
Taking a step back, it was my turn to let Alex’s eyes shamelessly devour my complete nakedness. Not a word is spoken. It was the first time I had ever exposed myself to a girl. I watched as Alex knelt before me mesmerized but with a playful grin.
A lungful of air escapes as the coolness of her right hand encircles the shaft, followed by another exhale as her left-hand cups my hanging scrotum and gently milks each testicle. I gasp. Gloria never played with my balls like that. Alex knew what she was doing.
“mmmm, so big… so hard… you’re going to feel so good inside of me.”
Another groan as Alex’s soft hand moves over the sensitive and oozing glans.
“I could make you cum right now. You could cum on my boobs. Take the edge off so that you’ll last longer later. Would you like that?”
I could only nod my head, as Alex’s hand moved over and over the pink mushroom head. Her other hand continued to massage my balls with her finger pressing against that special spot between my scrotum and asshole. I’ve had hand jobs before but, not like this. I wasn’t going to last much longer and Alex knew it as she started to stroke me.
“Oh shit, Alex.”
Grinning, Alex pointed the tip of my cock inches away from her right breast just as a thick stream of white semen spewed out coating the upper portion of her breast and nipple, and streamed down her little breast. The second eruption coated her left breast and the third just dribbled down the back of her hand.
Still grinning, “Look at the mess you made. I think a shower is needed so that you can wash everything… and I do mean everything. But first…”
Alex sat up on the couch, leaned back with a seductive smile, and raised her legs and butt up. I may be slow and dense but not this time. Grasping the sides of her panties, I tried to maintain eye contact as I pulled the lacy panty down her thighs and legs before tossing it to the side.
Breaking eye contact, my eyes took in my soon-to-be naked lover as Alex settled back on the couch with her legs opened in a relaxed pose. Never before in my life had a seen such an erotic vision. The dark brown of Alex’s wispy triangular “V” cast a strong contrast against the creamy whiteness of her bikini line and the soft tanned skin of her stomach and smooth thighs.
Once I was able to speak, all I could say was, “Alex… my gosh Alex… I’ve never ever seen anything so sexy.”
She playfully grinned.
“Even with all of your cum on my chest?”
The shower was fun. I had never showered with a girl. I wasn’t sure if it was a first for Alex or not. It didn’t matter. Everything got washed multiple times until the hot water ran out. Me, paying particular attention to Alex’s breasts and nipples while Alex made doubly and triply sure that my cock and balls were ready for her later attention.
Sitting between my open legs, Alex lightly ran her fingertip up the raphe, beneath the flared ridge of my glans, through the sensitive inverted ‘V’ which caused a gasp, a groan, and a playful smile.
“This is going to be so much fun. I’ve never had a virgin before. I want to make sure that you’ll remember this to your dying day. Remember me. Because you will… both… tonight and me.”
Leaning in Alex placed a reverent kiss on the oozing opening.
“But Alex. I want to make you enjoy this too, although you may have to guide me.”
“I can do that.”
“I’ve already cum once. Let me make you cum.”
The first touch of the tip of my tongue to Alex’s rubbery pink nipple brought a gasp and a delightful groan, followed by, “Oh shit.”
The more I licked, suckled, and kissed each gumdrop, the more animated Alex became, as she ground her mound into my stomach as I lay directly on top of her warm body.
Making my way down Alex’s body brought soft purrs as she combed her fingers through my hair. Resting my chin on her soft brown mat and then brushing my cheeks over her fur was exquisite. It was something that I had never done. I had heard from guys in the dorm and read about ‘Eating Pussy’, but never had the opportunity to experience it. Had never seen a real live ‘Pussy’ much less tasted one, and Gloria’s was the only one I had fingered
All of that was about to change.
Settling between Alex’s widely open legs, I took in the masterpiece of female sexuality for the first time. I felt like I was kneeling at the ‘Alter of Womanhood’.
At the juncture of Alex’s smooth creamy white thighs, a pink flower lay open in an inverted ‘V” and glistened. Moist rose-colored petals framed the delicate opening to her core. I couldn’t move.
“Enjoying the view? Like what you see?”
Looking up, Alex was grinning as she moved her legs further apart.
“So beautiful. I’ve never seen such a more beautiful image. I will remember this moment forever.”
“I’ve never been looked at like you are right now. You have no idea how much, you looking at me like that turns me on. To see everything.”
Leaning in, I breathed in her intoxicating scent and then my lips kissed the splayed opening, lightly tasting a woman for the first time before burrowing through her pink lips from the bottom to just beneath the protective hood. I knew where the clitoris was and how sensitive it was. My fingers had pleasured Gloria’s many… many times. But I had never seen one, much less, tasted one.
I allowed her scent to swarm around me… allowed her taste to consume my hunger… I was stimulated by every soft moan Ales presented me with.
Alex reached down with her hands and pulled herself open, exposing the little pink pearl.
“Here. My clit. Suck it… lick it,” her voice was barely a whisper.
Alex sucked in a lungful of air, followed by, “Oh god,” as my tongue bathed the delicate pearl, as she guided me to where she wanted my tongue. Her hips rose off the bed as she presented her mound for my tasting pleasure. Then two raspy words.
“In me.”
My finger entered her cavern effortlessly and probed as my tongue continued its onslaught.
Alex’s voice laboring. Her breathing became more rapid.
“Turn your hand over. Rub the top, just behind where your beautiful tongue is,” she panted.
The effect was instantaneous.
“OH GOD,” Echoed through the empty trailer.
Alex’s body convulsed and shook. Her cries as each wave of ecstasy traveled through her little body like waves from a giant tsunami, echoed through the empty trailer. My onslaught continued as Alex held me to her pulsating pussy as another wave overtook her body and senses.
“Get up here. Kiss me.”
Our lips meet in a frenzy. Alex tasted herself.
“So sexy. But I want you inside of me.”
“Alex, can I watch you on top first.”
Grinning, “You just want to look at my body and little boobs.”
“And your point is.”
Watching in complete fascination. Alex glided her well-lubricated folds along the length of my cock as it lay against my stomach. The way my cock fit between her folds was like seeing a hot dog in a hot dog bun. The whole time Alex’s look was one of tenderness. The feeling of her slickness against the head was out of this world.
“Ready? Ready to say goodbye to your virginity?” she grinned.
I could only nod as I was beyond speaking.
Alex raised herself up, placed the tip of my cock against her awaiting opening, closed her eyes, and slowly took me inside her beautiful body. Each of us let out prolonged gasps as she took me.
“Oh god,” was all that I could muster.
The sensations were much more intense than I ever imagined. I could feel everything. I could feel the textures of her walls that were gripping me like a vise. So warm and so wet. I started imagining all those glistening pink folds inside of her rolling over my bare dick but then realized, thinking about that would only make me cum quicker. I needed to pace myself. We had a lot of time.
Alex opened her eyes, smiled, and in a hushed voice, “You feel so good. So full… so deep.”
“Oh, Alex. YOU feel so good… you look so good sitting up there. Seeing all of you. Watching my cock disappear as you took me inside of you. You’re right. I’m never ever going to forget this moment, you, or the last few minutes for the rest of my life. Thank you.”
Smiling, “You don’t need to thank me. I’m having fun too. And you know what?”
Pausing for a moment, “The best is yet to come… so to speak.”
Alex began to slowly ride me. Alternating between raising her hips, to bracing her hands on my chest so she could feed me each of her engorged nipples while I gently massaged her breasts, to leaning back with her hands on my shins and moving her hips, giving me a view that almost took me over the edge.
“Put your hand on my mound, just above my clit,” she panted.
Pressing her clit against the palm of my hand, she rode me. Sounds of our building arousal filled her room. Alex increased her pace. She was getting close and so was I. Alex’s fingers tightened around her nipples as another orgasm raced through her body.
“Come on. Let’s turn over. You on top. Do me. Fuck me,” she eagerly panted.
Reentering Alex was effortless as I came to rest between her widely open legs.
One of the few instincts we humans have is for sex, and that instinct indeed took over. I did not need instruction on how to thrust. My naked ape ancestors of the savannas, outclassed in tooth and fang, who fucked desperately to continue the species, had imprinted that drive in my instincts.
My body got into the slow rhythm that men and women have enjoyed since our creation took over as time stopped. All that mattered was the heavenly sensations of gliding in and out of Alex’s velvety warm glove, and the sweet music Alex sang as I made slow love to her.
I was close. I didn’t want this to come to an end.
“Alex,” I groaned.
“Yes, Bill. Cum for me. Fill me with your cum. Complete our coupling. Give me everything you have.”
That did it. Pressing as deep as I could. My eyes closed. My body erupted like never before in my young life as I growled through my release. Painting Alex’s cervix with my seed.
I collapsed, breathless.
A bit later, lying quietly next to her just enjoying the fragrance of her hair, the smoothness of her skin, and the warmth of her body against mine, as she peacefully slept, my mind wandered. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect way to give up my virginity. Well, maybe subconsciously there could have been a more perfect way… person. But, that thought was quickly erased.
My last letter to Ellen about my night with Alex, minus the last paragraph, ended with, “I hope you had fun.”
Ellen’s letter after receiving the finale was just one word, “Wow. Thank you.”.
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Alex and I had fun for about six weeks before we each moved on with no hard feelings, as Alex was transferring to a private school closer to home. We each knew what it was from the beginning… fun. Just like college sex is supposed to be. And, ‘yes’ she was the teacher and I was the willing and very attentive ‘student’. I learned more about the clitoris, both with fingers and tongue. Alex also introduced me to the G-Spot, doggie style, and my two favorites: Cowgirl and reverse Cowgirl. I’m sure a lot of her instructions were for her own pleasure, but who was I to complain, especially after many wonderful and lingering blowjobs together with filling her with my seed.
Our last coupling was slow and tender. We made love just like it was our first time together. It was the most emotionally fulfilling experience of my young life and the way Alex looked back at me, I knew that she felt the same.
We lay in the afterglow and told each other that there was some ‘lucky girl’ and some ‘lucky guy’ out there just waiting to be discovered.