Terri's Cherry


Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, True Story, First, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Fiction Sex Story: A young man's fiancée gives herself to him a month early

I first saw her at a local dirt race track. The track was located on the southern edge of a southwestern desert city. It was a hot Friday night in July of 1977. Earlier in the evening my car had suffered mechanical troubles so, I was out of the show for the night. Instead of racing, I was wandering around the pit area socializing with my friends and competitors.

One of those friends pointed out a young lady hanging out in a pit several slots down from my disabled car. She was with one of the rookie competitors, and seemed to be quite confused by her surroundings. Being the friendly, and horny, type that I am, I wandered over and introduced myself.

Her name was Terri, and she knew practically nothing about stock car racing. She said, "I have no idea how the program here is run. How do you know what's next?"

So, when I offered to explain the track's procedures and get her a close up view of some of the better cars, she quickly accepted.

We spent the rest of the evening wandering around the track's pit area, looking at cars, and getting to know one another.

Terri was young. She told me she was twenty-one-years-old. I was twenty-eight. I found out about a week later she had told me a little white lie that first night. She was really nineteen. She was 5'6" and a little on the hefty side, just the way I had come to like them. She weighed about 200 pounds and, like most bigger girls, had a great set of tits.

Of all the nights to meet a new friend, that Friday was the worst. I was unable to see her again as soon as I would have liked. I was leaving very early the next morning for a business/vacation trip to Los Angles. I would be gone all the next week. So, as the night at the track came to an end, I got her phone number and promised to call her when I returned from California. With a quick kiss and we parted.

I returned home the next weekend at about 2:00 PM Saturday afternoon. To Terri's surprise, I called her as soon as I got in my door. I was pleased when she accepted my invitation for dinner and a movie. It had somewhat surprised her when I requested she wear a dress. In the past, when she had gone out with her friends, she had usually worn jeans. I had to explain to her that we were not going to McDonald's and a drive-in theater. That was the kind of evening she was used to with her high school friends.

When I picked her up early that evening, I went to her door as opposed to just blowing my horn in her driveway. A gentleman should always go to the door to meet his date. Opening the car door for her is a nice touch as well.

Terri was wearing a light, snug fitting, blue and white print dress that came down to just above her knees. The front tapered to a point about even with her nipple line. Buttons ran from that point to her waist. This afforded me a nice view of her ample cleavage and offered easy access should an opportunity present itself later that night.

A nice downtown Polynesian restaurant was our first destination. Our mahi-mahi was delicious. After dinner, we took in a movie at a theater near my home. I didn't see much of the film. I was too busy watching her breasts try to escape the confines of that dress. Every time I tried to stroke the top of one of her breasts, Terri smiled and gently moved my hand away. Holding her hand was as close to her breasts as I was allowed to get at that time.

When the movie ended, I was pleasantly surprised when she accepted my invitation to come to my place for a drink.

After getting into my car in the theater's parking lot, she slid over and sat close to me. I put my arm over her shoulders and pulled her closer. That afforded me the chance to brush the swell of her tits with my right hand. Though she didn't pull away, she did tense up. I could tell Terri was not used to such familiarity. I lightened my touch, but did not stop stroking the exposed portion of her tits.

After a short time on the road, Terri placed her left hand on my right leg just above the knee. That's how she stayed until we reached my home.

Upon entering my home, Terri seemed a little nervous. I led her to my living room couch, turned on some music, and left to prepare the screwdriver she had requested. When I returned with our drinks, Terri downed hers fairly rapidly and asked for another. I advised her to slow down. I didn't need, or want, a drunk and/or sick girl on my hands. I've had that unpleasant experience and didn't want it again. The next couple of drinks were consumed at a more leisurely pace.

After talking on the couch for a short time, we began dancing in my living room. As we danced, I ran my hands up and down her back from her neck to her nice round ass.

When I passionately kissed her lips, I could feel Terri relaxing in my arms. As our tongues danced with each other, I firmly squeezed both of her ass cheeks. That got a small sigh from her. I then lowered my head and planted a long wet kiss between her big tits.

Returning to the couch, it was then time to move on to some serious petting. I had hopes of getting some pussy from this sweet young thing before the night was over.

With my right arm over Terri's shoulders, I again kissed between her tits. It didn't take long for me to be rubbing those tits through her dress. She was quietly moaning. I slowly unfastened her dress buttons. A few minutes later, her dress had been lowered off her shoulders. As I unclasped her bra, a gasp escaped her throat. Terri then closed her eyes and leaned her head back against my cradling arm.

I immediately went to work on her beautiful tits. I licked, sucked, and fondled them with a relish. As I said earlier, they were a real nice set of tits. They turned out to be 36Ds and much more than a hand and mouth full. Her nipples were soon erect. She began rubbing the sides of her tits and pushing them toward my eager mouth.

Being a breast man, I can play with a nice set of tits for hours. However, that night, I had another objective in mind. Pussy!

As I continued working on her tits, I finished unbuttoning her dress and began rubbing lower and lower on her soft smooth belly. I reached her panties and gently rubbed her bush through them. I was soon slowly stroking up and down her panty-covered slit.

Terri was moaning softly, and almost imperceptibly lifting her pelvis to meet my touch. Her lubricating juices were beginning to soak her panties.

The only thing between my fingers and the objective of my desire was a thin piece of cloth. Gently, I pulled Terri's panties to the side and started petting her pussy. She seemed quite tight as I began to insert a finger.

Just as I got my finger inside her outer pussy lips, Terri seemed to freeze up. She firmly gave me an order. "Stop!"

Of course, I stopped. I asked her what was the matter. She didn't say a word. My hand was still on her pussy. Then it hit me. I asked her, "Are you a virgin?"

She replied, "Yes, and I intend to stay that way."

I had been with many women before, but I had never run into a real live virgin. The only thing I could manage to say was rather lame. "That's cool." I then put her panties back over her slit and stroked her bush.

We continued to pet for a while, but the excitement and the hard-on I had a few minutes earlier were both gone. A short time later, I took her home. Terri told me later that she didn't think I would ever call her again.

Brother, was she wrong.

For our second date I told her she could wear her grubbier clothes. I took her to the same race track at which we had met. When I pulled into the pits after wheel-packing, I handed her a large putty knife. Terri immediately proceeded to scrape the mud from my car. I knew at that moment that this gal was a keeper.

As the summer progressed, I continued to see Terri. By late summer she would frequently let me pet her pussy, but no more. A single finger sometimes entered her outer pussy lips, but I was very careful not to do any damage we might both regret. She had gotten to where she would tentatively stroke my dick but seldom to the point of getting me off.

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