There are several events in life that a man never forgets--his first kiss, his first look at a fully nude girl, his first touch between a girl's legs, and his first time to get laid. It's easy for me to remember those happy occasions--they all happened at the same time. That event occurred over forty years ago, but it is etched permanently into my memory. No matter how sweet and pleasurable my later experiences have been, that first one--the time when innocence was lost--still stands out. The following is the story of that time.

Rose and I were both fifteen and in the ninth grade. She was new in school, having recently moved to town, and was very pretty. Unlike many of the other junior high school girls, she had started her physical development early and was well on her way to acquiring all the endowments of a woman's body. She had the largest breasts of any of the girls in our class and her hips were well rounded, filling out even the loosely-fitting full skirts that were then fashionable. To top it off, she seemed proud of her development and flaunted it. She had an exaggerated swing to her hips and often "accidently" brushed her breasts against a boy's arm. She was also a natural-born flirt, and when she saw I was attracted to her, she reciprocated my attentions. In hardly any time, we were head-over-heels "in love" with each other.

Forty years ago, boys and girls didn't do much real dating in the ninth grade. They would hold hands walking home from school, go as part of a group to parties, and maybe on special occasions, go to a movie as a separate couple. Movies were highlight events because it was possible to do a little necking in the dark, with the boy putting his arm around the girl's shoulder and her leaning her head against him. If the girl were really daring, she might even allow the boy one or two kisses during the movie. Except for a good night kiss when a boy took the girl home, that was about the limit of physical contact allowed by the well understood code of teenage conduct that existed then. If a girl went beyond that, she was, according to generally accepted parental definition, a "bad girl."

Had her parents or mine known about her behavior, they would have certainly marked Rose down in their books as a "bad girl." The first time we were at a party together, she danced so close that she pressed her groin against the erection I invariably got when close to a girl. She didn't give any indication that she knew what it was, so I believed she just thought that I had something in my pocket that was six inches long and hard.

Several weeks later, we went to our first movie together, just the two of us alone, without parents or any of our crowd around. I was thrilled about our date, happy for the chance to maybe do a little cuddling and lots of sweaty hand-holding. As soon as I put my arm around her, she moved over close and put her head on my shoulder. My hand, usually restricted to just rubbing or massaging a shoulder, draped over her shoulder and down her front, leaving my fingers just above the top of her low-cut sun dress. I could tell from the cushiony feel that my hand was on the exposed upper swell of her breast. Realizing that I was getting a feel of at least a little bit of a girl's breast filled my blood with fire. My prick hardened and extended down the leg of my trousers in full erection.

My other hand was in Rose's lap, tightly gripping hers. She loosened my grip just a little and then used her finger tips to lightly scratch my palm. I was both startled and stunned by the action. I knew from talk with other boys that if a girl scratched a boy in the palm it meant that she wanted him to fuck her. Even in my wildest imaginings, I couldn't picture Rose, or any other girl for that matter, wanting me to fuck her. Only "bad girls" did that, and even though Rose had done some things that were pretty forward, I believed they just showed that she was a flirt, not a "bad girl." Because of that, I decided that Rose was too innocent to realize the significance of what she had done, that it was just friendly teasing on her part.

Rose put her other hand up to the one across her shoulder and held that hand also. With almost imperceptible movements she managed to maneuver my hand down to where it was right on top of her breast. She disengaged her fingers from mine and then put her hand on top of mine, pushing it down into the firm globe of her breast. Pressing her fingers together, she forced my hand to squeeze her mound. She kept squeezing and relaxing her hand and my hand kept right on massaging her firm hillock. She then took my hand and moved it back up on her front, to where my fingers were just above the opening to her dress. Then she pulled my wrist down, moving my hand under her dress and right on top of her bra. By then I needed no more demonstration or coaching--I used my own initiative and rubbed and massaged her firm little melon. Becoming bolder, I pushed a couple of fingers under her bra and rubbed them across her nipple, causing it to become stiff and hard. I was in heaven, utterly entranced by being able to have my hand on her in such an intimate way, and throughout the rest of the movie I just enjoyed the contact of my fingers and hand on Rose's full breast. Not wanting to take a chance on losing the advantage already gained, I didn't even try to kiss her. I was thankful that our hand-holding was in her lap, not mine, because it would have taken only a light touch on my throbbing prick to cause it to go off and make a mess in my pants.

After the movie, my parents picked us up and took us to Rose's house. I was thankful that my hard-on had gone down. It would have been embarrassing if it hadn't. Although I wanted to very badly, with my parents watching, I couldn't give her a good night kiss. Instead, I shook her hand. She gave me a bold smile when I did, and while saying, "Good night, Joey, I enjoyed the movie. I hope you ask me again," she scratched my palm just like she had done in the movie. I went back and got into the car, almost in a daze. I knew that her scratching my palm this time wasn't an accident. The look in her eyes told me different. Mom said, "Rose seems like a nice, sweet girl. I'm glad the two of you are friends." I was glad Mom had not seen us in the movie, because I wanted her to continue to think well of Rose. I wanted us to be able to continue going together. Not only "go together," but maybe do other things together--things that "bad girls" did with boys.

The next Monday I walked Rose home after school. We held hands and talked kid talk all the way. As we approached her house, she looked at the area across the street, an undeveloped, heavily wooded area, and asked me what was out in those woods. I told her that it was a large vacant piece of land with a creek running down its middle. I also told her that the creek had a real nice swimming hole where I often went swimming during the summer. She got an interested expression on her face and said, "Oh, I love swimming. Will you take me to the swimming hole sometimes and show it to me?"

The thought of getting her off in the woods alone excited me, and I said, "Sure. You want to go now?"

"I'd love to, but my Mom's expecting me home, so I'd better not. How about tomorrow, on the way home from school? Mom and Dad aren't going to be home until late and my brothers are out of town for a couple of days, so it would be a perfect time."

"Yeah, we'll plan on it for tomorrow," I said, excitement running through me.

Just before we got to her house, Rose asked, "Joey, what do you wear when you go swimming at the swimming hole?"

I couldn't help but blush and stammer when I answered, "Well, uh, since it's just me, I, uh, well, I don't wear anything."

Rose smiled real big and gave me the same sort of look she had given me at her door just two days before. "Ooooh, skinny-dipping," she said. "That sounds like a lot of fun."

After Rose went into her house, I was so excited that I almost skipped all the way home. Just the thought of being alone with her down by the creek was exciting enough by itself, but the prospect of my maybe being able to kiss her and even feel her up like I had done in the movie caused me to feel hot all over. "Hot damn," I thought, "I'm going to take a girl to the bushes. For the very first time in my life I'm really going to take a girl out to the bushes."

The next day in school seemed like an eternity. I couldn't concentrate on school work in class and one time got embarrassed by a teacher asking a question that my day dreaming kept me from hearing. I had several classes with Rose that day and in both of them we could hardly keep our eyes off each other. During the second class, she gave me the same sort of look she had given me when she scratched my palm, and I got a hard-on right in class. Rose saw it because she looked right down at my crotch and smiled, her eyes sparkling with interest.

The day finally ended and Rose and I met outside school. She had not only her books but a small satchel. When I asked her what was in the satchel, she said it was her gym outfit that she was taking home to wash. I took her books and carried them and she carried the satchel. Joining hands, we walked the mile and a half to her house. As we got within several blocks of her home, she said, "Joey, don't forget that you promised to show me the creek and the swimming hole."

I grinned and said, "I haven't forgotten. The path into the woods is just a little ways further." Crossing over to the other side of the street, I found the path and we walked into the woods. After about a quarter mile, we came to the creek and followed it for about another quarter mile until we came to the place that I used for swimming. It was a wide place in the stream that had limestone banks and a gravel bottom. The water was crystal clear and about three feet deep. One creek bank had a large oak tree with a natural lawn of short green grass under it. It was really a beautiful spot for swimming, picnicking, and, I was daring to hope, other activities.

When Rose saw the place, she said, "Oh, Joey, this is really nice. Just think, this was just a little ways from my house and I didn't know about it." We walked down to the creek and looked at the water. It was a warm May day, plenty warm enough for swimming, and if I had been alone, I would have been tempted to take a dip in the stream.

Rose asked, "Is this where you go swimming?"

"Yeah, right here," I answered. "With limestone banks, the water doesn't get muddy and it's perfect for swimming."

Rose gave my hand a squeeze and said, "I want to go swimming. Joey, let's go swimming right now."

I was completely dumbfounded. In my wildest imaginations I hadn't even thought about our going swimming. Then I realized why she had her gym bag--she had been planning to swim all along and had brought her bathing suit in her bag. But I didn't have a suit and would just have to watch her swim instead of our doing it together. I finally managed to stammer, "But I don't have a suit."

Rose grinned, that twinkle back in her eyes, and said, "Neither do I. From what you tell me, bathing suits aren't needed here. We'll just go skinny-dipping like you said you do." She dropped her satchel and rubbing her hand across my chest, she whispered, "I won't tell if you won't."

I was practically inarticulate with excitement. I had thought I might sneak a feel and get a few kisses while we were here at the creek, but now she was telling me that she wanted to go skinny-dipping--to take all her clothes off and get naked right in front of me. I had never seen a naked girl, and I felt hot and trembly all over at the thought that I was finally going to get the chance.

"I won't tell a soul," I finally managed to respond.

She smiled, her dimples showing prettily, and said, "Oh, goody! I just love skinny-dipping." She picked up her satchel and pulled two towels from it. "Look, I brought us towels to dry off. Then we can lay on them and sun tan a while." She reached for the top button of her blouse and undid it. "Last one in is a stinky skunk," she said, continuing with her buttons.

My hands were trembling so hard that I had difficulty with my buttons. Finally, though, I got my shirt off and sat down and took off my shoes. Standing up, I started to undo my trousers. When I did, my hands went into slow motion, just fumbling with the buttons of my fly. Rose was standing there in front of me in just her bra and panties and she was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Seeing her like that made me so excited that I could hardly breathe. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra and then shrugged it off into her hands, baring her breasts completely. She put her hands under them and cupped them, raising them in presentation to me. "Do you like?" she said.

"Yeah!" I managed to say in a strangled voice.

"Then you'll probably like this even more," she said, putting her hands on the top of her panties and pushing them down over her hips. As she pushed them down, her pubic hair came into sight and then the vee of her crotch, its little crease showing through the blonde hairs covering it. After she stepped out of her panties and put them on her towel, she moved a hand down to the top of her pubic hair and said, "How about this? You like this, too?"

"Yes!" I said, my voice strained with lust.

She looked down to where my prick was swelling out the front of my trousers and said, "Yeah, I can see you do." She stepped toward me and took hold of the top of my pants and started undoing the buttons. "Come on, slowpoke. I'm naked and you have to get that way, too." After she had the waistband loosened, she pushed my trousers down around my feet. "Now for your shorts," she said, and pushed them down on top of my trousers. My prick stuck out in front of me, more rigid and hard than any other time I could remember. "Ummnn, nice," she said, looking right at my throbbing prick. "When I felt you when we dancing, I just knew you would be nice and big." She turned toward the water and said, "Come on, Joey. Let's swim for a little while."

With her back turned to me that way, I had an unobstructed view of her ass. Even though Rose's ass was the very first one I ever saw, to this day it still rates a ten on my scale. It was firm and tight and soft and squirmy all at the same time. Seeing Rose's young teenage ass like that turned me into an ass man forever.

I quickly got my feet out of my trousers and joined Rose in the water. She splashed water on me and I made a grab for her. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her in close, so close that her nipples brushed across my chest and my prick bumped up against her stomach. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we simply stood there, looking at each other silently. Her lips were so pretty and inviting that I had to taste them, had to get my first real kiss from a girl. As I moved my face down to hers, she turned hers up to mine, both of us seeking the same goal. As our mouths came together, she opened hers and darted her tongue between my lips. When she probed her tongue in deeper and made contact with mine, it was almost like an electric shock that caused my prick to jerk against her. Holding me tight around the neck, she lifted herself up and put her legs around my waist, riding me like a horse. As she moved up, I felt my prick move into the cleft of her ass and rub the smooth skin of that furrow. The kiss, the feel of her breasts crushed against my chest, and the sensation of my prick touching her bare flesh was overpowering my senses. I had been plain horny before, but now I was inflamed with lust, inflamed to touch, caress, fondle, and do everything to the woman-child I had in my arms.

Rose pulled her mouth from mine and said, "Why don't we go sunbathe now." Without waiting for a response, she took my hand and led us up to where we had our towels spread out. She stretched out, facing up to me, and patted the towel next to her. That was more than enough invitation, and I laid down next to her. When I did, she turned to me and pressed her mouth against mine, renewing the kiss we had begun in the water.

I ached to touch that body so close to me, to touch her in the places that were now naked before me. I hardly knew where to start, so I decided to start a the top and move down. I moved a hand up and put it on her breast, rubbing and massaging it very gently. She must have liked it, because she swirled her tongue around in my mouth and murmured, "Ooooh, yes."

Thus far I had been able to look at Rose's nude body only when she was moving and I hungered to see her lying still as she was, to just examine her in detail and note every feature of her revealed femininity. Keeping my hand on her breast, I broke our kiss and sat up next to her and silently feasted my eyes on the glory of her nudity. Seeing my first naked girl was exciting in and of itself, but being able to do so with a girl as pretty as Rose made it so much better. I saw how her calves went into her knees and then flared out into full thighs that rounded out and then dipped into the small circumference of her waist. Her breasts were full and they were topped with round circles of slightly darker skin. In the center of each circle, her little nipples rose, stiff and erect.

I had looked forward to the day I might have a girl's breast in my mouth, and I was at last having a chance to satisfy that desire. Almost in slow motion, I lowered my mouth to her nipple and suckled on it. I rubbed my tongue over it and nibbled on it with my lips. Then, spreading my mouth as wide as it would go, I took in all the top of the soft white flesh and laved it with my tongue, running it in circles around and around the hard little nipple. Rose put her hand on my head and arched her back up to me, pressing even more of her soft mound into my mouth. "Yes, like that... just like that," she whispered.

While I was giving her breasts my oral attention, I moved a hand down to her thigh and stroked up and down its front, moving from her knee to where my hand brushed against her tuft of pubic hair. As I did so, I felt her move, spreading her legs apart and giving me room to move my hand between her thighs. It was an open invitation to explore that area, and I accepted it immediately, moving my hand down and tracing my finger tips over the soft skin of her inner thigh. I felt little goose bumps come on her and she quivered from the light caresses. When I reached her knee, I reversed my motion, moving my fingers upward toward the vee of her legs. She shifted around again and opened herself up even more, making the area between her legs completely accessible to my seeking hand.

I continued to move my fingers up until they came to the soft down of her pubic hair. I knew that my fingers would soon find their goal, the cleft I had seen nestled in among the curly tresses. Extending my fingers, I probed into the swatch of her hair, feeling for the furrow of her pussy. My hand trembled in nervousness and excitement and my breath was held in anticipation of finally realizing my dream of having my hand between a girl's legs and delving into the feminine charms hidden away there. I let my breath out slowly as my finger reached its goal and entered between the lips of her vagina.