Chapter 19

The rest of the summer of my 15th year was one of the most exciting periods of my life. I had found a compatible boyfriend, and I rapidly fell in love. I was growing up, both physically and emotionally. I grew almost two inches taller that year, and my body was rapidly transforming itself from a girl into a woman. I gained some weight in all the right places, and in none of the wrong ones, ending up with much more desirable figure by that Christmas. I developed a new confidence in myself, partly due to my improved figure, partly due to my increasing maturity, but mostly due to a comfortable relationship with Gary, and a state of sexual satisfaction that I had not had before.

It would be about 6 more months before all of those factors came together, but in June my life was really looking up. Gary and I just clicked; our relationship blossomed rapidly into a romance. Because it was summer, we had a lot of time on our hands. We spent all the time we could together, getting to know each other and, whenever possible, exploring each other sexually. My parents liked and approved of Gary in a way they never had with Bob. I got to know Gary's family and spent a lot of time at their house. My Mom and his Mom got to know each other, so there were fewer restrictions, and I was allowed to stay out later and go places I never could have done before. If they had any idea about just what Gary and I were actually doing, our parents would have permanently grounded us, but on the surface we just had a nice teenage romance.

What wasn't obvious to our parents was that Gary and I were having a wonderful time sexually. We found ways to satisfy each other almost every time we were together, yet there was no pressure on me to "put out." While we faced the usual teenage predicament of having no private place to make love, that wasn't as big a problem for us, since doing stuff in public places turned me on anyway. Given the right circumstances, I could have an orgasm just about anywhere, particularly if Gary was doing me. I also learned how to keep Gary aroused and excited for long periods of time without cumming, and then jerk him off when the moment was right. It turned into a game with us: how long could I tease him before he finally demanded his release, or how hot could he get me when we were someplace public. Since we were both getting off almost daily, sometimes more than once a day, life was good.

Over time, we tried almost every way to get off sexually that did not involve actual intercourse, either vaginal or anal. I had clearly set the limit at the beginning of our relationship and Gary accepted it. He never tried to fuck me, although we had many long talks about the pros and cons of doing it. The trade-off for no intercourse was that we did almost everything else sexual we could think of to get off. It was a gradual process of exploration that took place over two years, starting off with mutual masturbation, moving on to oral sex, and finally even involving a threesome. But the key factor in this phase of my life was that Gary accepted my decree that fucking was out of the question, and so we concentrated on the other sexual pleasures.

I should confess that all through my life, I have loved to be naked, particularly when I shouldn't be. As a little girl I never wanted to wear a swimsuit in the water. I love the feel of water on my bare skin and wearing a restrictive swimsuit just seemed silly. In Catholic schools I was taught the virtues of modesty, but I just sort of considered that something that only applied at school and at church. Since I never went to school with boys until I went to college, everyday modesty was pretty theoretical. At home, I was never very modest, even though I had two older brothers. I shared a bathroom with my brothers until they went to college, and none of us were particularly modest. I enjoyed displaying a little skin for them, even when I was a young and flat as a board. So by the time I was 15 and in a state of constant sexual awareness, I found that I just enjoyed being naked, and I took full advantage of the sexual stimulation it provided. Gary and I spent a lot of time naked in the back seat of his car discovering the joys of sex. We also went to drive-in movies a lot, partly because it gave me a place to pursue my exhibitionist tendencies.

After our first date at the drive-in movie, we regularly went back, sometimes to actually watch the movie, and sometimes just to play around. If there was a double feature with intermission, it would last four hours or more. Depending on where you parked on the drive-in movie lot, you might be surrounded pretty closely by other cars filled with people, or in the front or the back rows, you might be alone. Summer evenings were usually pretty warm, even with the windows down, and so the fewer clothes I had on in the car, the happier I usually was. If there were people parked right next to us or there was a lot of foot traffic past the car, I would usually wear a shirt or dress with nothing under it, for ease of access. Gary sometimes wore gym shorts that were easy to push down or up as needed. When we were parked in an isolated area, I might just get completely naked, which turned both of us on.

We developed drive-in movie masturbation into a fine art. After getting settled in a private area with some or all of our clothes off, we would watch the movie for a while as I fondled Gary's cock. I say fondled, as I would just sort of gently hold or touch his cock without trying to stimulate him as we watched the movie. Sometimes he would stroke my breast very gently, or just run his fingers through my pubic hair. We would be intimate enough to maintain a pleasurable buzz and still be able to actually pay attention to the movie. Often, it wasn't really fully dark at the beginning of the movie, so we had to be discrete.

Some things that are casually accepted today, like bralessness, exposed cleavage, thong underwear, or sex in movies were just not part of the world I grew up in. Back in the 60's in the South, women ALWAYS wore underwear and modest clothes that didn't expose much skin. There wasn't any sex on TV, and even movies just hinted at it. Even bathing suits were very modest, compared to today. I rebelled against that social standard of modesty whenever I could. When we were at the drive-in, I enjoyed going to the concession stand or the bathroom wearing as little clothing as I could get away with. Actually, looking back on it, I was fully dressed to the casual eye, but usually naked underneath, which was very racy for the time, and very stimulating for me. Sometimes, walking back to the car in the dark, I would unbutton my blouse so that my breasts were exposed a bit, which nobody could see in the dark, but turned me on. By the time I got back to the car I was often wet and horny.