Her name is Elizabeth. We met the summer she was 19 and I was 26. And in all the years since that summer I have never forgotten her and the way she made me feel. It was the summer of 1979. That was the year that they lowered the legal drinking limit in New Jersey from 21 to 18. This allowed thousands of 19 and 20 year olds to legally enter nightclubs and bars, dance, drink, have fun and listen to music. I will be forever grateful for that official act that allowed us to meet.
I was a 26 year old guitar player, recently moved to New Jersey from out West. I had been on the road with various rock and country groups and had decided to settle on the East Coast for a while and work the local live music scene in New York and down along the Jersey Shore. I was working weekends at a roadhouse in central New Jersey when I first met her. The first time I saw her was when she came into the club one night with a girlfriend. I first noticed her near the bar talking to her girlfriend. The moment I saw her I felt something I had never experienced before. There was a powerful, magnetic attraction I had never felt before that drew me to this girl. The first time we spoke near the front door of the club a rush of nervous energy came over me and from our first few words I knew she was someone very special.
I remember she wore tight jeans that showed off a cute, round little ass that wriggled deliciously when she walked, and as I watched her cross the room she seemed to exude an air of very adult sexuality. There was something young and sweetly innocent and at the same time very sexually knowing about her. She exuded an air of youthful playfulness that covered a hint of something different, erotically deep and hot. There was an immediate feeling of electricity between us, something that passed between us when our eyes met.
She was my favorite type of girl. Liz was very pretty, with dark eyes and a "cute as a button" face. I have always been attracted small girls with a slightly pouty "little girl" look, and she was the perfect embodiment of that type. She was small, petite about 5' and maybe 100 lbs. She was Italian and though tiny, had a voluptuous body and full round breasts. She wore her dark, soft slightly curly hair short, and had deep, soulful, sexy brown eyes. Her skin was soft and creamy white, that had turned a delicious shade of tan in the sun that summer.
As we talked I was attracted to her immediately. She was very pretty with a sweet and innocent way about her. She was seemingly shy and a bit quiet until she became comfortable. She came off as the typical cute "good girl next door" type, with a hint of something much more exotic deep inside. The more I got to know Elizabeth or Betty as her girlfriend called her, the more surprised and impressed I became. As I said, she was immediately physically attractive to me, but in addition to my physical attraction whenever we spoke she had a way of surprising me with her wit and intelligence. To me there has never been anything so interesting and sexy in a woman as a quick wit and the ability to make clever and intelligent conversation. Although she was quiet at first, I soon learned that she was a very bright and could more than hold her own in any conversation we had. Soon, each time I saw her in the club I made my way over to where she was and we would spend each of my breaks off stage talking together. She had a good sense of humor and was quick to laugh and could break me up with her deadpan observations. We soon became more comfortable chatting and our banter sometimes touched on the risque, and again her wit and humor were a delight to me.
Although I was attracted to her at the start, because she was so much younger than me, I didn't set out to seduce her. I considered her more as a very nice, sweet "good girl", which somehow stirred an electric energy in me. I didn't find out until much later that inside her was hidden a vast caldron of deep passion and erotic desire.
Much later, after we became a couple I learned that her sexual experience was far greater than I had known and her sexual awakening had begun much earlier than I expected. After we knew each other a while and were comfortable talking about intimate matters she told me that she had a few boyfriends before me, and had sex with (I think) two of them, but she told me that those experiences were not all that fulfilling, (she described them as brief encounters with only straight intercourse). I was to find much later that she had an amazing world of prior erotic experiences to share that did not include her young boyfriends.
I remember one particular moment, after we had known each other a while. We were near the front entrance of the club talking together. She was sitting on table and I was standing in front of her. The vestibule was narrow and patrons coming in and out of the club were pushing to get around us. As people filed in and out of the passageway she gestured towards the crowd, smiled and commented quietly to me, "in and out, in and out, all night long...". We both laughed at her double entendre and I moved up closer to her so the crowd could pass behind me. My thighs pressed up against her knees and people we still jostling us so, to make more room she raised and opened her legs and I stepped in between to allow people to pass behind me. As I stood there between her legs, just inches from her, I could feel her body heat on me. She gently pressed her thighs against my hips and leaned then leaned very slightly back. We found ourselves suddenly in an very erotic position, but with so many people moving around and past us nobody seemed to notice. We remained like that in silence for just a moment, the sexual tension building when she looked up at me and I saw my desire reflected in her dark eyes and had a sudden overpowering urge to kiss her.
I think that she felt the same because, when I leaned down to her, she reached up and met my mouth with hers. Her lips were so soft and yielding and her sweet mouth opened to me when I first touched her lips with my tongue. As my tongue slid into her mouth I recall how hers met mine and the delicious feeling of our mouths first intertwining. It was perhaps not our first kiss, but I recall it because the moment was so erotic. Kissing her was so exciting that I didn't want to stop, and had to pull myself away from her. From that moment I was very sure that I would have to have this girl.
Our first time together was incredible and I can still recall every detail even though it was over 20 years ago. We had been meeting at the nightclub for several weeks and had talked and kissed a few times. Each time we met, the sexual energy and tension between us grew.
After more teasing and flirting and some necking and petting we finally agreed to meet and spend the night together. It was July and the Jersey shore nights were hot and thick. I will always think of Liz and our first passions whenever I feel the warm breeze of a July night. We arranged to meet that first night at a motel near the ocean where she and a girlfriend had booked a room for the night. Her girlfriend was going to be away spending the night with her boyfriend so we would have the room to ourselves.
We met at the motel and I recall being incredibly nervous and shivering with anticipation. As soon as we saw each other we embraced and kissed and she quickly took out the key and unlocked the door. Soon after we went inside the motel room she went into the bathroom to change and I undressed and laid on the bed. I turned down the bed and was laying there nude waiting for her. I recall that I was shivering with anticipation, and was fully erect as soon as I undressed and laid on the bed to wait for her. When she came out I remember that she was wearing a long sheer nightgown. The lights were low and I could see that she was nude underneath. This was the first time I had ever seen her body revealed this way and my passion increased immediately at the sight of her gorgeous young, ripe body.
The dim light behind her revealed her full round breasts. They were round and firm and could see they were tipped with small dark nipples. Although she was perhaps a C cup, her small frame and the fact that her breasts were set so high and proudly on her body made them appear larger. They hardly moved as she walked across to room towards me. The light behind her also revealed the tiny dark triangle between her legs, and I shivered inside with eager anticipation. She stood next to the bed for a few long moments and I ran my hungry eyes over her delicious body. Then she slowly placed first one knee then the other on the mattress and knelt for a moment there next to me. The light behind her made the nightgown between her legs transparent and allowed me to see more clearly the dark outline of that most secret and delicious place at the bottom of her belly and I started to breath more quickly. She then leaned down over me and we started to kiss.
She was the best kisser I have ever known. Her kisses were far from innocent, she was eager and almost hungry as our mouths met and began to explore. Her mouth was so sensual and erotic. Her kisses were so soft and her mouth opened eagerly to receive my tongue. Our tongues met and snaked around each other and we took turns sucking each other. In the silence I remember hearing the soft wet sucking sounds we made as we kissed and grew more excited by the moment. The wetness of her kisses was something very erotic and her soft moans got deeper and more intense as we kissed. I ran my hands over her body and felt her ripe softness. She felt so good in my arms, so feminine, so round and full of sexuality and the promise of delight and passion.
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