Chapter 2

Even as a kid, I knew that girls were the most important thing in life. When I was just a little kid I had found my girl, the two of us exchanging vows together, planning a marriage our parents would pay for. We even thought about sleeping arrangements though with no clue about what any of that meant. Then her family moved. I never saw my bride to be ever again, but I never forgot about her or my desire to be with a girl, to ultimately marry and always have a girl at my side.

Of course the physical or sexual nature of such a relationship was beyond me. Sex was known about and yet completely beyond the comprehension of such a young kid. It wasn’t until the age of ten I even had a girlfriend, but all we did is share bowls of ice cream in her house after school. I do remember trying to look under her dress once but she said “don’t” and I left it at that. All silly and forgettable stuff, but it remained in my mind as clues to what I most wanted in life.

At the age of twelve, there was a girl who pretended to be close to me, and we would even do a dry lip kiss and hug when nobody was looking, but it was just for the fun of pretending to be grown as we graduated out of elementary school. That was about the time all the girls and boys started to realize who they were and what they wanted in the way of sexual expression and relationships, but actual sex was always some vague something to be put off until later.

For me that vague but undeniable need never wavered, always wanting to find a girl who would like me as much as I desired her. The next couple of years I dated a number of girls, even practicing how to use my tongue while kissing. But whenever I wanted to do more than feel up a girl’s chest through her blouse, they would back off and I’d always think I was the one doing something wrong.

As we got older, all the boys would talk about what sex might be like. We all got addicted to porn, fantasized about what we’d like to do to the girls that sat around us in class, but we never got anywhere. It was incredibly frustrating. I don’t know what all the girls were thinking, but for us boys, life was cruel and unfair. In our sex crazed heads, all the girls had an unlimited amount of joy sitting right between their legs, and they knew it. Any one of them could have satisfied a whole room of sexually-frustrated boys. Instead, they laughed and joked about boys getting hard-ons and how gross it was to see us with pre-cum stains in the crotch of our pants.

In high school it was a rare and lucky boy who got more than a kiss or a feel of some girl’s tits after a Saturday date. I figured girls were just following some elderly adult’s version of proper decorum. I started to see it as a very serious game between the two sides, with guys having nothing but some money and our wits to get what we wanted. It was up to every boy to figure out how to persuade a girl to relax, to provide her with an acceptable excuse so that she would want to open her legs and beg him to use her and participate in some of life’s joys.

Boys would whisper about which girls might put out, and, which girl was just a tease, and how to get a hot looking girl to go further than she wanted. Favorite subjects included secret herbs or illegal drugs you could slip into a girl’s soda, but even something as simple as a wine cooler was hard for teenagers to get ahold of. Besides, most girls were smart enough to know what was on a boy’s mind when he offered her a blunt or glass of his parent’s wine while sitting in his bedroom.

I have to admit that later in high school I went down that road a few times, maybe did even worse, but my first real experience with a naked girl and all her body had to offer came only because I bent a few rules and refused to back off and be the nice guy. You might condemn me. I get it. Sitting on the couch with another one of Jack’s beers, I can look back on some of what I did with a bit of self-loathing.

Yeah, I broke some rules, maybe even have some unspoken regrets. I’ve never considered myself an angel, but am I so unlike other men? Look at it from the point of view of the average guy. If they look back on their own early experiences, I’ll bet they’ll have to admit at being less than mature and patient and above-board when taking out a new girl. Same for all of us. How many first-time sexual encounters are really based on a contract signed, a handshake, a carefully agreed to list of expectations, and a verbal discussion of each moment?

Forget that. Guys and girls all know full well that most of those early intimate encounters involve more wrestling than graceful dance. By the time I reached high school, in my mind it was a kind of war, each side first and foremost interested in what was best for them. If anything, boys like me were the most open and vulnerable, always having to beg for what every girl and woman knew boys lived and died for. Guys, me included, were simple to understand and simple to please. In my mind, if girls were going to take advantage of my simplicity or ignore it or pretend that my raging needs really didn’t matter, then maybe the kinds of things I did to get my share were absolutely justifiable.

Like all guys, I tried to follow the rules. Date girls and maybe by the time you graduate from high school you’ll have a steady and she’ll be really nice to you. It was expected that dates and money and a committed relationship would be needed to make it round third and into home base, and that was fine for most guys. It was the time issue that most frustrated me. Some guys we knew hadn’t gotten past a suck and a feel even after graduating and going on to college. I knew that I’d explode if I had to wait that long to finally get access to the promised joys that lay between a girl’s legs.

My frustration is what led to my deciding to try advancing into a girl’s private territory on multiple fronts. Early in high school I tried to be friendly with a lot of girls at the same time, and of course making sure they didn’t know each other. One girl was the daughter of my mother’s friend at work, and another girl was in my math class at school. I really stretched my allowance money to take them somewhere every week or two, but we never became serious. That means I never got more than a simple kiss.

The one time I pushed the issue, my knee rubbing the girl’s crotch while massaging one breast, then rolling her over and pushing my hand between her legs, and she acted like I was raping her. Me and all the other guys I knew at the time felt like we were being led down a dozen blind alleys, and all the time being laughed at by the girls we were trying so hard to get to know. It was a miserable time.

Maybe my entire life and my experiences with girls and women were most affected by something that never happened to the average high school guy. It was pure luck and chance and my great good fortune that a once in an adolescent lifetime event slapped me in the face and gave me a long wonderful taste of what real sex with a real woman could be like. This experience also showed me what a selfish asshole I could be, not that I saw it that way at the time. A beautiful and giving woman treated like my very own cum bucket. I like to think I would act differently now.

I was deep into my freshman year in high school, my body flooded with hormones and my mind filled with porn and fantasies of all the joys girls in my history class hold between their legs. Dates were few and sex was nonexistent but for the rare kiss by the river or in somebody’s backyard.

Then heaven smiled on me.

My mother’s family was from out of state but she had a younger sister who lived only a couple hours away with her own husband and kids. She’d visit every month or two, dropping by to stay a couple of nights, always insisting we go to restaurants too exotic for her own husband’s little town, like Thai or Indian or something.

It just happened that I was walking home from a friend’s when I saw my father’s brother, Uncle D., back out of our driveway and drive away. I thought nothing of it. I found our house empty but could hear the hallway shower going. Again, nothing wrong there. Grabbing a snack in the kitchen I picked up a pair of sunglasses from the counter, thought of my uncle, and innocently put them in my shirt pocket. Then my aunt walked out totally naked but for panties and a towel wrapped around her hair. Our eyes met and something clicked in my head.

My aunt froze, her bare tits calling to my sex-starved crotch, and she uttered a simple, “Oh, shit.”

As she tried to hide herself from me with her hands, our eyes still locked on one another, I pulled the sunglasses from my pocket and said, “Uncle D. forgot these.”

Her eyes flew wide, glancing down at the glasses and then back to my face. It took another second for me to realize what I had gotten caught up in. I knew, but other than finding out what I wasn’t supposed to know I didn’t understand how it could mean anything for me. I wasn’t into gossip or blackmail and its possible that if my aunt had told me of her love for my uncle I would have been more than willing to keep her secret. Fortunately for me, she had a more distrusting mind.

I’ve got to wonder of the thousand thoughts that must have gone through her brain. Just a second after walking naked into the kitchen, a second after seeing me, maybe just a second after I showed her my uncle’s forgotten glasses, she must have thought a thousand things, come to a hundred conclusions, and then decided on one plan of action to keep her life in one piece.

Knowing that I was mostly an alright kid and assuming that I was just as overwhelmed with thoughts of sex as any other adolescent boy out there, the woman chose the one never-fail option to keep me on her side of the court. Maybe if she’d been totally dressed and reading a book when I walked in our lives wouldn’t have changed. Or even naked and giving off the glow of post-coital bliss, she could have offered money or put a knife to my neck. But instead, the woman knew what meant the most to me, and went straight for my dick.

She walked over to where I was sitting, our eyes still locked on each other, though I admit taking fast glances to her magnificent breasts and panty-clad crotch. Putting a hand out, she led me down the hall to the guest bedroom she was staying in. The covers were mussed, the pillows in the middle of the bed, and her own clothing thrown over a side chair. She sat on the side of the bed, still naked, my eyes unable to get enough of what I’d never before been in the presence of. She had me sit beside her, and with one hand on my thigh, just inches from my throbbing cock, she asked for a favor and gave me the experience of a lifetime.

“Listen, Louis. You shouldn’t have, well, been here. I don’t know what I can say to keep you from speaking about this. It’s forbidden, its wrong, but sometimes we can’t live perfect lives. Can you understand that?”

I nodded, and from some deep well of human decency, I heard myself both admit to what I was barely aware of while hoping to show my aunt I wasn’t a total piece of shit.

“It’s okay. I won’t say anything.”

I heard the words, only halfway intuiting their meaning. My eyes had lowered from my aunt’s face to her twin tits, one hand moving without any thought of my own to rest on her very naked thigh. It was then that she went through with what I hadn’t even considered.

Slipping off the bed, she closed the door, stood in front of where I was sitting, and calmly undid my belt and pulled down my jeans. My boner spring to life, though for some reason my awareness of my aunt seeing my erection made me begin to soften. She smiled, using her hand to pull my member back up. Bending down she became the first female to kiss me and suck me in, bathing the hood of my dick in the warmth of her mouth. It was incredible and I immediately gained complete rigidity.

I put one hand out to her still toweled head but she pulled back, giving my hard and throbbing dick a last suck before looking back into my eyes. Then she removed the towel from her head and crawled onto the bed, one knee on either side of my hips. To my disbelieving eyes she casually put one hand between her legs and moved the crotch of her panties to one side, allowing her lightly forested but thick fleshy lips to hang down just above my throbbing and yearning cock.

“Never did like having to suck on a man’s dick,” she said, giving me confession as though I was an adult and meant something to her. “Men will never understand what it takes to swallow that stuff, so I’m going to have to trust you, Louis. Can I trust you? Let me be really nice to you and then we’ll just pretend this never happened.”

And my aunt showed just how nice a woman can be to a young man. My eyes were focused on her full breasts, on her areolas and her light brown nipples. They called to me. I was bending my head up, thinking to suck on them, when I felt myself enter the gates of heaven. My aunt slowly pushed back, enveloping my cock in her hot slick womanly flesh. My penetrating her overwhelmed me, the feeling of a woman’s pussy taking in and loving my cock being like nothing I’d ever imagined. I moaned, eyes wide, my first time being joined with a woman taking me over.

My aunt fucked me, rising up, pushing down, giving me my first taste of what real sex was like. I still remember the sight of her firm tits swinging above my eyes, the up and down movement of her body being sensed in real time by the feel of her pussy fucking and sucking my adolescent cock. It was incredible. As her hot wet folds of feminine flesh enveloped my cock and filled my brain, my hands reached out to touch her tits, finally knowing the true feeling of a woman’s breasts. One of her own hands rose to cover mine while another hand pushed down on my chest for balance, all the while continuing to bless my cock and all the rest of me with what only a woman can give a man.

The experience was timeless and remains with me as a principal part of who and what I am. Sadly, only a minute into the most important thing ever to happen to me and I could feel the glow of my cock turn burning hot before the contents of my balls erupted into my aunt’s interior. I groaned at the joy of loosing myself into her, though I also knew enough to be unhappy, wishing my dick could forever be engulfed inside of my aunt’s loving folds of warm wet flesh. My hands went to her naked hips, pushing her down, indicating my need for the woman to continue the incredible massage of my cock.

My hips bucked up, some deep part of me wanting to fuck my aunt. As my jets of cum slowed to but a dribble leaking into her cunt, I continued to push down on her thighs while my crotch ground up into her, wanting every last drop of my masculine self to be deposited inside of her. My thoughts were still focused on the feeling of my cock pumping out the last drops of my life’s essence when my aunt gave off a low moan, said something like, “That was good,” and leaned over me, putting her breasts within reach of my mouth. Like any man I turned my head to suck in on her nearest nipple, my hands moving to rub my aunt’s bare ass.

The wonderful fantasy come to life had to end, of course. My aunt finally sat up, still naked and sitting on my crotch, my softened manhood only barely retaining any connection within her. With what I like to think was a contented sigh, she rose off of me, my eyes moving from my aunt’s breasts to the dark mysterious region between her legs. I could just make out her furred labia, hanging low, lips glistening in the dim light. More amazing was the sight of a dollop of white goo, what I instinctively knew to be that part of me I had so recently poured inside of her.

I pushed a hand between her legs, fingers pushing into my aunt’s crotch, yearning for a feel of a woman’s pussy. She stopped me with her own hand, and I somehow found it in myself to look into her eyes and say, “Let me feel you. Please.”

There must have been something in my voice, or she truly knew the needs of the average adolescent boy, for she nodded and withdrew her hand. I was allowed a full minute to explore that forbidden region between her legs, my aunt even moving her hips down as though fucking my fingers when I went so far as to push into her vagina. Bending my chest up and my head forward, I felt what I was sure was the holy grail for all boys, the woman’s clitoris. Remembering lessons all boys repeated to one another, I began rubbing the large knob, knowing that this was what all girls and women loved. Yet instead of demanding that my hardening dick fuck her again, my aunt finally pushed my hand away and moved to my side. The bribe, the joyful present only angels can bestow, was over.