Chapter 1

Last year I had sex for the first time with Steve, the older brother of one of my girlfriends. Fortunately for me, he was much more mature than most boys his age (he was sixteen at the time). Unlike almost all my other friends, I can honestly say my first time was wonderful. Yet it was how he treated AFTER my first time that truly demonstrated how great a guy he was. It would’ve been easy for a popular hunk like Steve to take advantage of the curiosity and budding sexuality of a naive fourteen year-old girl. I could easily have been yet another notch on his belt. What if he had dumped me once the novelty wore off? Instead, for the rest of the summer and through the following fall and winter he fucked me whenever I wanted it and trust me, I wanted it a LOT!

Maybe it had something to do with him being my “first” - I certainly wasn’t the hottest girl vying for his attention. Heck, his own sister wanted nothing more than to be in my sneakers. Whatever his reasoning, Steve was the only guy I had sex with until his mom was transferred out of state. Looking back, it was probably the best thing for me they left as it wasn’t until Steve was gone I came to realize I wasn’t so much “in love” with him as infatuated with having sex with him. My first crush was more than about how he made me feel, both physically and emotionally, than romance. Actually I came to wonder if I would’ve continued dating him even if he still was asking me out if he hadn’t fucked me.

After Steve and his family moved, I started dating a series of guys, mostly just doing blowjobs but having enough sex to keep myself satisfied without acquiring TOO bad of a reputation in the process. Even though I was horny as hell and it seemed like I was masturbated constantly (at least, that’s what my mom told me), I didn’t have sex with most of them. Maybe it wasn’t so much being worried about my reputation as out of fear of comparing them with Steve. Face it, he had an unfair advantage being my “first”.

Of course there were a few notable exceptions when an “unusual” opportunity would arise I just couldn’t pass up. For example, I had sex with a forty five year-old married guy from my dad’s office which was pretty erotic. It was especially notable in that it awakened what was to become a lifetime obsession for married dads. Then there was the counselor at church camp. It both cases it wasn’t like I was “dating” them or anything like a relationship; it was just for fun.

Now it was the summer before my sophomore year of high school and I was enjoying myself the way most fifteen year-old girls do - flirting and dating boys. Since near the end of my Freshman year I’d been dated John almost exclusively. We’d been going to the same church all our lives and although I’d caught him staring at my legs and boobs several times, he never showed any special interest in me while I was dating Steve. Then out of the blue, with only a few weeks of school left, John asked me to help him with some homework. Given the way he was eyeing my emerging boobs when he asked, I felt it safe to assume John was interested in a lot more than my 4.0 grade point average. Maybe my growing reputation frightened him such that he needed some time to work up the courage to approach me. In any case, it turned out I was totally correct about his true intentions. To make a long story short, I left our first “homework” session with the pleasant aftertaste of cum in my mouth.

Once the initial dating rituals had been satisfied, we dropped the “homework” ruse and started more serious dating. Don’t get me wrong, neither of us was looking for anything romantic, we both wanted the same thing - sex!. On our first date we were already doing it in the backseat of his parent’s car and it certainly wasn’t our last time! Most of the time we did it either in his car or my bedroom, but we were always looking for any opportunity for a bit of extra excitement.

One problem with growing up in Pittsburgh was being a long ways from the beach! Fortunately for me, my parents owned a ski boat and we loved to spend weekends driving to West Virginia where several state parks have large lakes. The one we like the best also has a family beach area but I rarely go there. You could only see a few inches through the lake water which is OK so far as skiing goes but sort of gross to swim in. In addition, the beach was always full of little kids making themselves a regular pain in the neck. Sometimes I would go to lay out in the sun and see what attention I could get from the fathers with their kids so it wasn’t a total waste of sand!