I had sex with two boys during my first semester of college. I’m not even sure it could be called sex. Even growing up in small town Texas in a very conservative family, I had an idea of how sex should be, and that’s what I expected. Boy was I wrong.

The two boys I’d let fuck me were both so anxious to fuck, there was almost no foreplay and no variety. Both times, it was pretty much, ‘wham bam, go get me a beer.’ Neither of them went down on me, and even though I was perfectly willing to give them blowjobs, I didn’t offer to. I stood on principle. What’s good for the goose...

Needless to say, those experiences didn’t do much to further my desire to try it again. I thought sex was supposed to be fun and exciting. I wanted to learn about it from someone who knew what he was doing. I just wanted to play and laugh and have fun with it.

In my fantasies, sex was chasing each other around, wrestling around, tickling, joking, teasing, and laughing. I hated that it was all serious in real life, at least it was the two times I’d done it.

Hell, I had more fun with the two girls I shared a dorm room with. I mean, we didn’t have sex or anything, but there was a lot of teasing and laughing and even a friendly grope now and then.

I was extremely happy when the spring semester was over and I could go home for the summer.

A week after getting home, my older brother and I decided to go hiking at one of our favorite places, along the Canadian River. Of course, during the summer, it could hardly be called a river. Except for a few shallow pools, there was barely a trickle of water.

Mark was a year older than me, a real jock, on the college football team, and a very protective big brother.

After several hours of hiking in the hot sand, we came to a place the locals called Walnut Grove. There were a few dozen large walnut trees, a nice grassy area, and a half acre sized pool that was usually a foot or so deep.

“We should take a dip and cool off before heading back to the truck.” I suggested. Neither of us had brought a bathing suit, but as we’d often done, we settled for going in the pool in our underwear.

The pool wasn’t deep enough to swim in, but we could lay back and relax while the cool water ran over our bodies. I chose that moment in time to seek guidance from my older (and I hoped more experienced) brother. “Mark, I need to talk to you about something.”

He must have recognized the seriousness in my voice. He peeked over the top of his sunglasses and said, “Okay, shoot.”

“It’s ... well, it’s not something I feel comfortable talking to Mom about, but I really need--”

“So it’s about sex. Am I right?” He accurately guessed the topic.

“Yeah.”

“Then you came to the right person.” He said with a chuckle, “What would you like to know?”

“That’s the first thing. I figure you, being on the football team and all, not to mention you being a good looking hunk, you’ve had more than your share of sex. Am I right?”

My brother laughed out loud, and when he could, he said, “Hum, I don’t know. I guess I’ll have to check the school manual to see what ‘my share’ is.”

I shot him a scolding look, “Don’t tease me now. I’m trying to be serious. How many girls have you had sex with?”

“Serious, huh? Okay, if you really want to know, more than five, less than twenty.”

“Okay then. Now, I don’t want to know who or how many times with each, just the first times with each. I’ve had sex with two boys, once each, and it was so disappointing both times, I never went out with them again. How did your first times go?”

“Before I can answer that, it would help if I knew what you found so disappointing about your experiences.”

My brother didn’t make a sound or interrupt me in any way as I described my two experiences to him. When I was finished, my brother was quiet for a long while. Finally, he shook his head, “Fucking idiots!”

“Mark, please tell me it’s not always going to be like that.”

He took off his sunglasses and looked at me, a tear running down his cheek, “I wish I could promise you that, Bev, but I can’t—or at least I can’t tell you how many fucking idiots you’re going to have to go through to find what you’re looking for.”

“How was it for you—the first time with a new girl, I mean?”

“I’m afraid I’m not going to be much help. I’ve never had what you’d call a real girlfriend. Most of the girls I’ve been with have been at parties. There was nothing serious about it at all. As for the fun thing, it was all fun. Hell, I didn’t even know some of their names.”

I let that soak in for a few seconds before asking him, “How do you feel about them now?”

“What? I ... I just remember having fun. Other than that, I don’t think about them at all. They got what they wanted, and I had fun. That’s all.”

“What do you think they wanted?”

He shrugged, “To be able to brag about fucking some football players, I guess.”

“Was there a lot of drinking and laughing and playing around?”

“Oh yeah.” He responded with a chuckle.

“That sounds wonderful.” I confessed

“No, Bev! Don’t say that. You’re not one of ... them.”

His words hit me like a sledgehammer, “You pompous ass!” I shouted at him.

“What?”

“I’m the little sister of a big bad football player. I can’t be anything like the groupies he fucks at parties. I’m supposed to be better than that—on some kind of pedestal or something. Well, I’ve got news for you, big bad football celebrity big brother; I’m no different than those groupies. I am starving for some fun—sexual fun, and I don’t give a shit who gives it to me.”

Without anything else being said, and like we’d done a dozen times before, Mark and I got out of the water and stretched out on the grass to dry before getting dressed. I must have dozed off. When I woke up, my brother was lying on his side facing me, his head propped up on his hand. He was just looking at me.

I happened to glance lower and was shocked at what I saw. His cock was hard, the engorged head and perhaps two inches were protruding from under the top of his briefs. I had to tease him, “Thinking about your little groupies, or just perving on your baby sister?”

He followed my eyes down to his crotch, “Gezzz, sorry.” He said while making a futile attempt to pull his briefs up enough to cover his exposed cock. He finally gave up and just covered it with his hand.

“You didn’t answer the question.” I teased him.

“I ... uh...”

I giggled, “So, you WERE perving on your little sister, huh?”

“No ... I was just...”

For the first time in my life, I felt like I had one up on my big brother. I laughed, “I’m going to get dressed and head back to the truck. I’ll leave the two of you alone.”

I laughed to myself during the several mile hike back to his truck, my brother trying desperately to catch up to me. I didn’t know if he’d actually gotten hard while looking at my almost naked body, but I secretly hoped that was what had caused it.

I got back to the truck well before Mark. During the hike back, I had become a little horny recalling the look of my brother’s hard cock sticking out of his briefs, and I was feeling a little naughty.

My bra was still damp, so I decided to take it off. There was no one around, so I started to pull my bra off without taking my t-shirt completely off, but then I had a better idea. I waited until Mark was close enough to see me, but still a good distance away. Then I pulled off my t-shirt, and slowly took off my bra. I wasn’t facing his direction, but I didn’t have my back to him either.

When my bra was off, I stretched before reaching for my t-shirt. I never looked his way, but I giggled to myself, hoping his cock was noticing. I was sure he’d have a good view of my C cup tits. My t-shirt was fully in place when I heard my brother call out, “Flashing the wildlife, were you?”

“Oh, I didn’t expect you so soon.” I lied, “And the only wildlife I’ve seen lately was sticking out of your underwear. Were you perving on your little sister again?”

“I wasn’t ... shit, what did you expect? We were laying there practically naked and talking about sex. Oh, and by the way ... you have awesome tits.”

I giggled as I stuck my chest out, stretching my t-shirt tight, “Thank you for noticing, big brother.”

“How could I not? You were showing them to the whole world.”

“My bra was still wet.” I explained.

“Yeah, I know the feeling.” He admitted with a blush.

I giggled again, “Take them off. I promise not to look—not that I haven’t already seen it anyway. Oh, and by the way, the term ‘big brother’ has a whole new meaning now.”

Mark went to the other side of the truck. He shot me a scowl as he tossed his damp underwear in the backseat with my bra, “Would you please stop? You’re just having fun trying to make me hard again, but it’s not going to work.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Okay, I’ll stop, but just so you know, I could if I really wanted to.”

“I’m sure you could. Now, will you get in the truck so we can get home? I need a shower.”

“A cold one?” I teased him.

“Bev! Stop it already.”

“Yes, sir, ‘BIG brother’.”

I’m not sure why I was enjoying teasing my brother so much, but I think it had something to do with his revelation that his sexual experiences had all been so casual ... and fun, while mine were anything but. I was jealous of him for that.

“Wanna go for a marathon swim at Lake Meredith?” Mark asked me the next morning.

I showed him a naughty grin, “If you just want to perv on me in a bikini, we don’t have to go all the way to the lake, ‘BIG brother’.”

My brother rolled his eyes, “Get over yourself. Do you want to go or not?”

“Okay, but only if you try to keep up this time.” I teased him.

Along one side of the lake was a long stretch where the water was shallow with a rocky bottom. No boats would speed through there, so we could swim far enough from the shore to avoid fishing lures being cast from the bank, but close enough to be safe from boats.

Up and back was just under two miles, so each time we got back to our starting point, we’d take a short break, laying in the shallow water on a sandy bottom.

During our first break, while I was lying back on my elbows, I told Mark, “I’ve really missed this—the hiking too, just the two of us.”

My brother agreed, “Me too. We need to do it a lot this summer.”

“Maybe we can drive up to Colorado before the summer is over.”

He chuckled, “Only if you promise not to sprain your ankle half way up a mountain.”

I thought back to that incident three years earlier. Fortunately we hadn’t been climbing. We’d stuck to the trails. Mark had to carry me on his back all the way down the mountain.

He was a large boy even back then, six foot two and two sixty—none of it fat. He seemed to have no problem toting my five foot six, hundred and twenty pound body, and our backpacks. He was joking and teasing me all the way down the mountain.

Mark and I swam up and back twice more before heading to his truck. As was our usual routine, we went to opposite sides of the truck to get out of our wet suits. In the past, I’d always ducked way down to insure neither my brother nor anyone else could see me changing clothes. This time, I was feeling naughty, so I didn’t bother. If he looked my way, he would have seen my tits clearly through the windows, but I didn’t know if he looked or not.

We drove in silence for awhile, and then he said without looking at me, “You’ve never done that before.”

“Done what?” I played coy.

My brother shot me a sideways scolding glance, “You know exactly what I’m talking about. The other day after our hike, I thought you just didn’t know I was there, but with your little flashing today, I’m convinced both times were on purpose.”

He had obviously looked. When I responded with only a giggle, he shot me another stern look, “Well?”

I giggled again, “Maybe.”

“You’re becoming quite the little prick teaser.”

“I am not!” I defended myself. “I wasn’t teasing a ‘little prick’, ‘BIG brother’.”

“You know what I meant.” He scolded. “You shouldn’t play that game with your brother.”

“Oh, then who should I play it with? Do you have any suggestions?”

He tried to change the subject, “I have a date tomorrow.”

“Oh, who are you going out with?”

“No one you know—a girl from school. Her name is Rachael.”

“Oooooo,” I teased, “One of your little groupies driving all the way from Lubbock to score with my ‘BIG brother’.”

“She lives in Canyon, so it’s farther for me than for her. We’re going to meet in Amarillo.”

“So, I take it you won’t be coming home tomorrow night. Doing the cheap motel thing?”

He laughed, “No, I reserved us a very nice place, room service and all.”

“Wow! She must have made quite the impression. Is she that good?”

My brother grinned, “Better than good.”

“Linda Lovelace, huh?”

“Something like that.” He admitted while showing me a wide grin.

“Sweet. Tell her she owes me for keeping you all primed and ready.”

“Yeah right—like I’m going to tell anyone my little sister has been making my dick hard.”

I had to laugh out loud. “Oh, do tell. I know you got hard the other day at Walnut Grove, but did you get hard when I was changing clothes a while ago?”

“Pretty much.” He confessed.

“Sweet! I’m glad to know that you like your little sister’s girls.” I said as I lifted my braless tits and giggled them.

“You’re sooooooo baaaaadddd!” He said, shaking his head, but he still had a wide grin on his face.

An hour after our parents left for their weekly card game and Mark headed off to Amarillo, I was soaking in a wonderfully hot bubble bath. After a lot of reflection and a dissection of my motives, I decided that teasing Mark was simply fun. I was having fun doing it. And I saw it as great practice. Who better to practice on than someone so safe?

As much as I was going to hate going back to college, I was looking forward to using this experience at teasing to find a boy who I could actually enjoy having sex with. If a boy can’t take the teasing and have fun with it and give as good as he gets, there is no way he is going to have a chance to bed me.

I didn’t just want to tease, I wanted to be teased. Just the thought of it started my pussy tingling. In the short time Mark and I had been home, I’d already had more fun of a sexual nature than during the rest of my life combined. And the fact that my brother seemed cool with it just made it more fun.

While thinking back to the moment when he was looking me over at Walnut Grove, my hand found my pussy and began toying with it. Would my big brother be fun in the sack? By his own admission, he hadn’t had to work very hard for sex. The groupies were anxious to have sex with him. I found it difficult to believe that he’d be a lousy fuck, especially with that oversized cock of his, but it would take more than a big cock—at least for me. I was sure of that, even though I hadn’t yet experienced a big one—not even close to as big as the one I saw sticking out of my brother’s underwear.

While thinking about it, my fingers continued teasing my pussy. I was feeling warm and nice, not needy or urgent. I was content to just lay there and enjoy the nice feelings. I wasn’t trying to get myself off.

I giggled out loud and listened to the sound echo around the bathroom. What caused me to giggle? I was thinking back to the previous day when Mark admitted that he’d seen me through the windows of the truck, and that it had made his dick hard.

Hell, I know I’m not beautiful, but I am cute, and I have a killer body. I wear my very dark brown hair below my shoulders, but I love putting it up in a pony tail and wearing a cap. When I’m hiking or jogging, I love the feel of it swinging back and forth behind me. I’m told that it really brings out my green eyes. I have the high cheek bones of a model, but not the nose or chin.

It’s from my neck down that gets the most attention. My C cups look much bigger on my slender, athletic body. I personally love how perky they are, almost pear shaped, with small dark areolas and long nipples that never pass up an opportunity to get hard. I moved one hand up to gently roll them between my fingers.

My butt and legs are commented on mostly by other girls who “would kill” to have them. It’s difficult for me to judge, since even with two mirrors, I just don’t see it. Still, I appreciate the compliments. Maybe I’ll talk Mark into taking a Polaroid of my ass and legs in a sexy pose so I can see what others do.

By the time I got out of the bath and dried off, I was in a very nice, warm, tingling place. I couldn’t stand the thought of ruining it by going for an orgasm. I could do that anytime.

The next day was Saturday. Dad was off playing golf, and Mom was in the kitchen. I was at Mark’s driver’s side window before he even turned off the motor of his truck. “Well, how did it go?”

My brother chuckled, “I’m not going to give you a blow by blow of my night.”

I giggled, “Interesting choice of words, considering you were in the company of Miss Rachael Lovelace.”

“You’ll just have to use your imagination. Now, is it okay if I get out of the truck?”

I laughed, “Mom’s in the kitchen. Otherwise, I’d be dressed differently.”

“I can only imagine.” He said with a chuckle as he pushed past me.

“Oooooo, I hope you do.” I teased him.

Over the next three weeks, Mark spent the night twice more with his groupie in Amarillo. Of course, I never passed up an opportunity to tease him about it.

I ran into Greg Haynes at the convenience store, and he asked me out for a burger at the local drive in. He’d asked me out several times during our senior year in high school, but I’d always turned him down. He was a little too much of a nerd for me. But after giving it some thought, I decided he’d be good practice, so I accepted.

I took a deep breath before walking out of our front door when Greg arrived to pick me up. I’d never gone out in public dressed like that—especially not in our small town. I’d purchased, just for this occasion, a thin, light blue halter that showed much more of my breasts than I’d dared before, and matching tight short shorts.

I had to stifle a giggle when Greg first saw me. His reaction was priceless. I pretended not to notice and slid into the passenger seat of his convertible Chrysler.

When we were sitting at the town’s only red light, I looked over and caught him staring at my boobs. When he realized he’d been busted, he quickly looked up at my face. His face turned a beautiful shade of red, “Uh ... sorry.” He finally managed.

I forced a giggle, and then I put a hand on his arm and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Don’t apologize. If I minded you looking, I wouldn’t have worn this halter.”

He finally found his voice, “It’s just that I’ve never seen you dressed ... you know.”

“I know.” I told him. “I decided I need to loosen up a little, and I thought today would be as good as any to start. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Mind? Hell no. I’m honored.”

I laughed, “Just try to restrict your staring to those times when we’re sitting still. The last thing we need is to be in an accident.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

I was greatly disappointed in Greg. I’d given him several opportunities to engage me in some teasing banter, but he let them all pass right on by. He turned out to be more of a little puppy dog with his tongue hanging out. Sex with me was definitely not in his future.

The Dairy Mart was at the end of the town’s “Drag”, but it was much too early for the local teens to start making the drag. Still, there seemed to be a steady stream of guys who just happened to stop by our car to say “hi”, and ask me about my first semester of college and so on. After four of those encounters, I turned to Greg and apologized, “It’s the halter.” I told him with a giggle

I saw Alan Range park on the other side of the building and go inside. I’d dated him a few times, and even went parking with him twice. He was a gentleman ... for the most part. At least he took ‘no’ for an answer when he tried to feel me up. I chose that time to tell Greg I needed to run inside to the lady’s room.

Alan noticed me the second I got inside. “Wow! Nice outfit.” He told me as I was walking by his table.

“Why, thank you, sir.” I purred in as sexy a voice as I could muster.

When I was finished in the lady’s room and on my way to the door, he reached out and grabbed my arm, spinning me around. “Do you wanna join me?” He asked, pointing to the empty seat across from him.

I showed him a pout, “Sorry, I’m here with someone. I’ll be free later though.”

“What time?”

I leaned in closer to whisper to him, sure that he would have a great look at my hanging boobs, “I’m not sure. Do you have beer?”

Our county was dry, so one had to drive fourteen miles to the state line for beer. That place didn’t care how old you were. If you had the money, they would sell it to you out the back door.

Alan grinned, “I can make a run.”

“Why don’t you do that and then pick me up around seven thirty. If you bring a blanket, we can go the bluff and watch the sunset.”

“Okay, if you promise not to change.”

I gave him a playful slap on the arm. “Am I going to need handcuffs?”

“Probably.” He said with a chuckle.

“Seven thirty.” I said as I spun and went out the door.

I was barely back in Greg’s car when I saw Alan’s GTO spin out of the parking lot and head toward the Oklahoma line.

When the doorbell rang, I headed out, but Mom saw me go by and called to me, “Beverly, a word please.”

I opened the door and told Alan to wait in the car. I’d put on a shirt over my halter for just this reason.

“Those shorts are very tight. Are you sure--”

“I’ll be fine, Mom. I’m just going to make the drag a few times with Alan and maybe grab something to eat. You remember him. He’s not going to try anything.”

She looked skeptical, “I thought you two broke up last year.”

“We weren’t going steady or anything, so we didn’t break up. We just got too busy with school and things.”

Finally, she let me leave.

“I got the third degree from Mom about how tight my shorts are.” I told Alan when I got into his car.

“Is that the reason for the shirt?”

“Of course. She would never have let me out of the house otherwise. But don’t worry; I’ll lose it when we’re out of sight.

“Sweet.” And then fifteen minutes later, he glanced over at me and said, “I thought you were going to lose the shirt.”

I giggled, “I thought it would be safer to wait until we get to the bluff. I don’t want to end up wrapped around a telephone pole.”

Alan laughed out loud, “Good thinking.”

Twenty minutes later, we were sitting on a blanket on the hood of Alan’s car, leaning back on the windshield on pillows. He popped open each of us a beer and asked me, “So what the hell were you doing with Greg the geek?”

“Just having a burger, that’s all. Why do you care? You stopped asking me out, and I know why.”

He turned his head and looked at me, “Oh? And why do you think I quit asking you out?”

“Brenda Shepard’s tits.” I said with a giggle, “It was no secret she let all you guys feel her up, and I wouldn’t.”

He chuckled, “Busted, but she did more than that.”

“Hand jobs. I know. She bragged about it all the time ... or was there more she didn’t tell us?”

Alan shook his head, “Na, that’s about it. I don’t think she went farther than that with anyone. So, how was your first semester at Tech?”

I burst out laughing, and when I could, I looked him straight in the eyes, “Is that what you really want to know?”

He blushed and shook his head, “Not exactly.”

“Then ask.”

“Are you still a virgin?”

I giggled, “Are you?”

He grinned, “Nope. And don’t ask. You don’t know her.”

“You must not have been very good if you’re not still seeing her.”

“You haven’t answered the question.” He pressed me.

“I’ll think about answering it.” I said as I took another sip of my beer.

It wasn’t dark yet, and Alan was taking full advantage of the opportunity to stare at my boobs. He made no attempt to hide it, so I let out a giggle, “You like my new halter, huh?”

“No, I hate the halter. I love what’s inside it though. In the past, you’ve done a great job of hiding those. I didn’t have a clue.”

“I’ll consider that a compliment and just say, ‘thank you’. I decided I need to loosen up a little.”

“So, how’s it going so far?” He asked me as I handed him my empty can. He drained the last of his beer and hopped off the hood. He returned a half minute later with two new ones. When he pulled the tab, it spewed all over my chin and chest. “Sorry. Hang on.” He got a small towel from the backseat and tossed it to me.

He watched intently as I dried my face, neck and chest. “You did that on purpose, you little shit.”

“I swear I didn’t. I’m not a fucking idiot. I’m having too good a time to risk pissing you off with a stupid stunt.”

I softened my look and tone, “I’m sorry. I overreacted. If you were that fucking stupid, I wouldn’t be out here with you.”

“Whew!” He said, wiping his forehead and pretending to shake the sweat off his fingers. “I’m glad we got that settled.”

I giggled, “So, you’re having a good time, huh? Other than staring at my tits, anything in particular you’re enjoying?”

Alan crawled back up onto the hood and held his beer away from me to open it. He took a big gulp and then said, “You’re different than before—the way you’re dressed, your easy nature—hell, everything about you is different ... in a good way ... a very good way.”

“I guess I was a bit of a prude, huh?”

“Yeah, maybe a little more than a bit.” He said, and then he showed me a wide grin.

“Just because I wouldn’t let you feel me up?”

He chuckled, “Yeah, that too. I hope you’ve loosened up on that as well.”

“Oh do you now?” And then I giggled, “I have, but I’m not ready to let you go there ... yet. You haven’t even kissed me.”

His face beamed, “We can fix that in a heartbeat.”

“Then let’s.” I cooed as I leaned toward him.

To his credit, Alan didn’t crush his lips to mine and jam is tongue into my mouth, which was how I remembered his kisses from before. Instead, he put two fingers under my chin and gently tilted it up. Next, he gave me a long tender kiss on the lips. It wasn’t until I parted my lips that he eased his tongue in to find mine.

When we broke that kiss, I showed him a warm smile, “My, my. Someone’s been practicing. You used to be a lousy kisser, by the way.”

“I just needed a teacher, and since you never complained, how was I to know?”

Without giving it much thought, I put my hand on his and guided it to my left breast. And then I looked him in the eyes and purred, “That’s your reward for giving me a really nice gentle kiss.”

After only about fifteen seconds, I pulled his hand away. When I saw the look of disappointment on his face, I giggled, “Hey, it was only one kiss.” I gave him a quick peck on the lips and then moved my mouth close to his ear. In as sexy a purr as I could muster, I said, “The answer to your earlier question is ‘noooooooo’.” And then I quickly sat back and took a long swig of my beer.

“The question about...” He had a look of shock on his face.

“Yeah, that question. And no, you don’t know them.”

“Them? More than one?”

I thought for a moment before being honest with him, “Two, to be exact, but only once with each of them. They were both fucking idiots. So, how many times did you do it with that girl who got your cherry?”

He shrugged, “Maybe half a dozen. It was fun at first, but I knew after a while she wasn’t for me. Why only once with each of them?”

Again, I decided to be honest, but I didn’t want to be too specific. I didn’t want to lay out a game plan for him. “They seemed fun and funny and all, but the minute our clothes came off, all that went by the wayside.”

“Ah gotcha!” He said as if he understood perfectly. “My girl was the same way. That’s one of the reasons I broke up with her. She was way too serious.” And then he used his fingers to turn my face to look at him. I thought he was going to kiss me again, but instead, he smiled at me and said, “I have a secret.”

“Oh, care to share it?” I asked him.

“You and I are destined to have sex, and do you know what else?”

“Go on.”

“We’re both going to really enjoy it.”

“Oh, you think so, do you?” I said and then showed him a naughty grin.

Alan turned and sat back on his pillow. He took a big gulp of his beer, peered up at the sky with a wide grin on his face, “Yep.”

I chuckled, “And when is all of this sex between us supposed to happen?”

He finished off his beer and crushed the can, “You ready for another one?”