Memories of a Good Life
Copyright© 2025 by JRT
Prologue
Coming of Age Sex Story: Prologue - A (mostly accurate) account of the life one Jason R Taylor, his loves and losses, his failures and triumphs. Born in the afterglow of the Summer of Love to parents never grew out of their 'hippie stage', Jason grows to see every woman as beautiful, and he's not shy about showing her. Posting weekly to get feedback as this is my first published work. Please note, there will be no sex with minors below the age of consent.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Drunk/Drugged BiSexual Heterosexual School Light Bond White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Big Breasts Small Breasts
I had a decent childhood, and my life was pretty good as I approached my 13th birthday. My sixth grade year was when I discovered girls. I was twelve and, having grown up in the 70’s with a pair of “free-love hippies”, I was well aware of what sex was way before I had my first kiss. My folks had what I later learned was called an ‘open marriage’, and jealousy was a concept I was not to learn until ... well, that next month, actually!
It was October 1982 and our sixth grade class was starting to get excited about Halloween. But that was in two weeks, and I turned 13 on Oct 18th. Many of my classmates had gone out of their way to make sure I didn’t have a ‘spooky-bday’ party. Since most of us had been in the same small, private school class together since 1st grade, my friends knew me well enough to know that I hated having a birthday that got lumped in with another holiday. Two of the girls made sure to spread the word, which made sense since Shelly and Michelle were my girlfriends.
OK, they were twelve and I just turning thirteen, and we had not passed light kisses and hand-holding yet. But, somehow we decided that we were boyfriend-girlfriend-girlfriend. Actually, that “somehow” was Shelly declaring our relationship one day while we were swimming earlier that summer.
I think for the girls it was more for their bragging rights that they had a boyfriend? Note the question mark - I had no clue! I was thankfully smart enough not to complain, my girlfriends were foxes!
Shelly was quite open about the fact that she was dating both of us. While Michelle was shy about PDA, she seemed to like kissing Shelly just as much as she enjoyed locking lips with me. So we were dating, and I was the envy of my classmates, male and female. Like I said, life was good.
A quick aside to describe myself and ‘my ladies’. We’d all done the Presidential Fitness program through the summer at the YMCA and our stats were on a big chart for all to see - this was at least a decade before the privacy craze for good or ill. I was tied for the tallest in the class with one of my girlfriends, both of us measured at 5 foot 10 inches just last month. Shelly was strangely happy to be over twenty pounds lighter than me though, as I weighed in at 121 and she at 98. I’m not sure when a girl’s weight entered forbidden subject territory, but we weren’t there yet. That said, Michelle was seemingly content to be one of the tiniest kids in our class, over a foot shorter at 4 foot 6 inches and right at the bottom of the “healthy range” at 65 pounds. I couldn’t actually bench press her, but she was pretty easy to carry around!
We all spent the summer at the pool. I was actively swimming for training but afterwards spent time with the girls. I also had sprinting and conditioning practice with my buddy Jake Steele, whose dad coached the local high school track program and kept pushing the two of us to work harder on our times. The girls were also really into dance, with plans to join the JV dance team next year, so the three of us were in pretty good shape.
As to looks, I guess I took after my dad who would be called “tall, dark, and handsome”. He certainly had a mop of long, unruly, nearly black hair, and his French ancestry lent a bit of color to his skin tone which I inherited. I also had his dark, almost black hair color, but it was more naturally wavy like mom’s. I had her bright blue eyes and softer facial features than dad’s narrow, angular face. Mom said she was a “Heinz 57”, so I guess I had a lot of French and a dash of everything else. My mother was not overly tall, and not really all that busty, but didn’t have a lot of padding, either. I thought that she was really pretty, but I guess I was kinda biased.
Shelly had straight, cornsilk-blond hair down to her waist and very light blue, almost grey eyes. Her oval face fit her build, and her slender nose and slightly pursed lips completed her very pretty face. She was as tall as me and her energetic personality was only matched by her smile and quick laughter. She was driven, outspoken, and opinionated. Shelly was also quite proud of her newly developing breasts. Take note, they were breasts, not tits, boobs, or any of the other words that we guys had come up with over the years. I was thankful that Michelle clued me in on this before I got on the wrong side of one of Shelly’s tirades. Like I said, she’s outspoken, and quite loud when she was upset.
Anyway, she was also the one who decided that Michelle and I were all ‘dating’ while we were in swimming class at the “Y”. Her parents and my parents were great friends and often had ‘sleep overs’. Shelly’s folks were true blondes as well, both first generation American Swedes. Both her mom and dad were quite tall - taller than my dad who is over six foot - so Shelly was hopeful that she’d be tall enough to not have to wear heels. She hates heels.
Michelle’s hair is best described as a mass of barely controlled chaos. Her curls were tight and plentiful, tapering down between her shoulder blades to her mid-back and spreading over her shoulders to cover her chest. There is no one color to describe those ringlets, though they are mostly auburn, yet so dark as to look black in the shade. There were strands of gold, lighter reds, and even pure black. Mia (as I sometimes call her because it made her blush every time) was almost flat chested much to her frustration. Since her mom was both petite and an ‘A cup’, poor Mia didn’t hold out much hope of filling a bra any time soon.
Michelle was also the quiet one of our group, though she had an artistic flair that manifested itself in a myriad of ways. She did her and Shelly’s hair in a different style every week, and her clothing and jewelry was always perfectly put together, even though she hardly seemed to like the attention it brought her. Girls, who can understand them?
Her parentage was mixed Vietnamese and ‘Creole’, though I had no idea what Creole is. Her skin was a deep olive and her eyes a soft, light brown, and cutely slanted. Her nose and mouth were both small like the rest of her. I thought that she was incredibly beautiful and I often complemented Shelly on her taste in girlfriends just to rile both of them up!
We finished the school day with a party since I had the only October birthday. We ate cake that my mom had bought from a store, and I got a few little gifts even though school rules said that was a no-no for some reason. Best of all, I got sweet kisses from Michelle while Shelly distracted the teacher. Unfortunately, Shelly and I got caught when Michelle couldn’t hold Mrs. Foster’s attention. To be fair, I think Shelly was checking me for cavities and I could hardly breathe with the way she was laying one on me! It was the deepest kiss I’d ever had and I was not actually aware that we were caught until the classes laughter brought me out of my stupor.
Mrs. Foster was the coolest teacher ever! We got detention, all three of us, and she had us clean the blackboard while she went to the office for five minutes. We punished poor Michelle by tag-team kissing her until she nearly passed out!
Halloween arrived and it marked a turning point in my life. My parents always threw this huge party and this year was no different. As usual, I was shipped off to someone else’s house “to have fun trick-or-treating while the adults have their own party”. Over the last year or so I’d become aware of the fact that the “adult parties” was code for them having sex parties. I hadn’t actually seen anything as my parents, even as lax with rules as they were, always made sure I was away when they “partied”.
Did I mention that my parents are pretty much hippies? Part of what that meant for me was that they let me set my own schedule and approved of basically anything I asked for. Dad was a pharmacist and mom worked for some kind of newspaper about healthy living and such, so while we’re not exactly rich, I have always gone to private schools and our house was really nice.
So, just as you’d expect for parents who let me do most anything I wanted, they had no problem letting me stay the night with Shelly. The same Shelly whose parents were going to be at my house, probably the whole night.
Michelle’s parents would have blown a gasket if they knew that she was dating anyone, let alone another girl, and probably would have sent her away had they known about both Shelly and I. But, not knowing these things, they thought nothing of sending their little angel to spend the night at her best female friend’s house. Shelly’s folks even called them to confirm they’d welcome Michelle any time ... they just forgot to mention they wouldn’t be home the whole night!
The night started off pretty tame. The three of us snuck kisses in between answering the door to hand out candy. And then it got late ... and we turned off the porch light. Michelle was fascinated with Shelly’s developing body (no more so than I was, but the girls always led when it came to pushing the limits and I happily followed along). With no adult supervision to worry about, we all explored a bit more than we’d managed to get to by that point. No clothes came off, but we definitely got ‘handsy’. Taking a break for a moment, the three of us stopped ‘fooling around’ and just looked around at the quiet, empty house, then at one another.
One reason that we got along so well was that none of us really held back when it came to talking about what was going on in our lives, so both of them were fully informed on what was going on at my place. But, just this one time, we were avoiding that particular subject. The elephant in the room was that we all knew that my parents were hosting a sex-party, and that Shelly’s parents were attending. We talked around it, and about anything else but the party until, surprisingly, it was Michelle that voiced our mutual burning curiosity. “What do you think it looks like, all those people having sex?”
So, naturally, the girls and I snuck back to my place to check things out. Amazingly, the three of us managed to spy on an orgy for almost half an hour before we silently agreed that we were ready to leave. We saw so much in those twenty-plus minutes that we didn’t even know what to look at half the time. We snuck away and were silent the whole half-hour walk back to Shelly’s house. The girls and I had a lot to think about, but we were far from ready to put anything we saw into practice.