Michaels Sexual Awakenings (chapter 6 of 7) b/g

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Michaels Sexual Awakenings (chapter 6 of 7) b/g
Author: 'M' (Michael W )
chapter 6 Grade ten was soon complete and my last summer without a driver's license
would take place. This was a fact of life that annoyed many teenagers I
suppose. Fifteen was a tough age. I fancied myself a man, and though still
pre-occupied with sex, there seemed to be something humiliating about still
having to get around by bicycle, or worse, being driven by PARENTS - ack!
The P-word! There would be several girls that summer that would get their
hands down my pants, and many a night I returned home from that cemetery
with soggy pants. But having lost my virginity that previous spring (See
chapter 5) there seemed no chance of a repeat performance. Somewhat cowed
by Robin's reactions that fateful night, I never got "close" to another
girl for some time. Oh, there were many romps that summer, and I came
close, but the big nasty would not occur again that summer. My junior year would start out neatly, however. Almost, but not quite
sixteen, many of my friends were driving. Those nights in the graveyard
would gradually be replaced by nights at the drive-in theaters. As school
started in the fall and my birthday approached I had great schemes as to
how my life was going to change when I got my license. Already having
gained some notice for my ice hockey finesse it seemed more and more girls
were interested in shy little ol' me. And I ate it up. And just when I
thought I had experienced all life had to offer there came Barb. Now Barb was a fast girl. She had quite the reputation, and many boys had
bragged about getting some from her. This I never quite followed. Barb
(nobody called her Barbara) was pretty. A brunette, slim, small but nice
breasts. She seemed quiet and unassuming, and she sat next to me in my
fourth hour biology class. I had heard the rumors about her but it just
didn't seem to fit her - she did not appear at all to me to be that "type"
of girl. I don't know, maybe I just liked her or something. And she liked
me. Though I had never exchanged words with her all year to that point, she
came up to me after class one day and invited me to her house that Friday
night for a party. I was flattered that she had at last noticed me and of
course accepted. Barb lived on the other side of town, however and so it took some
arranging. My buddy Al drove and had his own car (rich parents - didn't you
just hate kids like that!). Al, myself and two other buddies made our way
out to Barb's that night, though some reluctance was expressed by my not
too hip pals. Seemed they were not too sure of this "Barb" but I pressed
them into it. I am not sure what I was expecting at Barb's that night but I was surprised
by what I did find - or didn't find as the case may be. The place was
filled. Tons of kids had shown up - it was virtually a who's who of the
school. All the top football players, most of the guys from the soccer team
(Jim and John were there) - how come I hadn't been invited to one of these
before. There was NO booze. Not an ounce. Zip. This was the cleanest party
I had ever attended. Not what I had been led to believe about "fast"
Barb. The night passed uneventfully, I tried but to no avail did I really spend
any time alone with Barb, as she was busy playing the perfect hostess.
Realizing I had misread (?) her signals, my friends and I left around
midnight or so, after graciously thanking her for the invite. Barb tried to
talk us (me) into staying, but frankly ... it was boring. Not that I drank
(I didn't, I was a goody 2 shoes in fact as were most of my friends in this
regard), it was just that nothing happened. I thought. I was to learn the following week about a rousing game of truth or dare
that broke out among the last few to leave that party. Ahh - another
opportunity missed, but still I couldn't picture Barb in that game
(although I could certainly picture her naked - God there was something
about her - or maybe I just got horny any time a girl paid me attention). I got a second chance with Barb. Would I like to a go to a movie with her -
to the drive-in? You see, Barb had her license, being about 3 months older
than me. It was late October, so things were cool out; this wasn't the deep
south folks!). I said yes. Friday rolled by and Barb came by to pick me up. My parents were not at all
enthused when they saw a girl coming to pick me up for the movies - they
were used to me going out with the guys. I think for a fleeting moment they
were worried about some young vixen corrupting their little boy - Jeez,
were they too late -). It did feel a little awkward, her in the drivers seat. Once parked, she
insisted we both move to the back (no problem). It looked like another
typical night of wet, sticky pants was on the way. Shortly into the movie, Barb made the first move (I must have been the
slowest mover in that school - I wonder now, did the girls all talk about
us and was that my reputation? Was I a special challenge, or did these
girls just like to be in control?). She planted her lips on mine and began
deep kissing, french style. And she was good at it, real good. Robin was
sweet but Barb, well ... Barb kissed like she was going to suck it out of
me. It was ... different. I liked it though, and my body responded as it
always did. Barb wasted little time. She placed both of my hands on her
chest and I realized for the first time she wasn't wearing a bra. Hmmm.
Maybe she was "fast" after all. I worked those tits from the outside for a while and without needing any
urging, soon had my hands underneath her sweater. She would groan and sigh,
and these sounds further enticed me. Barb was not shy at this at all. I was
beginning to wonder what I had my hands on when I felt her hands on me. All
over me. First they were inside my shirt, rubbing me roughly. Then one hand
in my crotch. She pressed tightly, squeezing my thing through my pants. "Do me like I do you" she instructed. Obligingly, I dropped one hand from her mammaries to the forbidden zone. I
could feel the moistness already. She was so wet, the moisture could be
felt through her loose fitting slacks. I could feel her panties through the
material of her slacks and sought the crack. "Ummmmmm" she sighed. I think I was touching the right buttons. Without a
word, she reached over and unsnapped her own pants, and opened the front,
exposing her delicious panties. I felt my prick jump as I got this new view, and jump again as I felt her
unfastening my belt. Delicately now her hands were feeling my underwear. A
pull here, a tug there. Just enough to keep the little pre-cum moistening
my member, but not enough for me to come - the hands of experience I would
later determine. My own hands went exploring as well. I loved the feel of the lacy panties
she wore. And the wetness. It was a virtual flood in that back seat.
Emboldened, I worked one finger under the waistband, and then a second. She
lifted her hips and sighed, encouraging me further. Another finger, and now
all three were in her snatch. I put a finger inside, a second and rotated
them for all I was worth. Her own hands fumbled with my underwear, reaching inside and working the
rim, but her touch became erratic. First she had the spot, then she didn't.
And then with a quiet scream she dug her fingers hard into me and her body
erupted in orgasm. Her body seemed to writhe under my touch and she held be
spellbound. Panting like a dog, she gasped for breath and pulled by hand
away from her crevice, saying "Stop, that's enough". This event had caught
me by surprise. Many a girl I had fondled and surely they must have (some
of them) orgasmed too but I had never though about it before. Now Barb,
well ... she orgasmed. This was incredibly exciting. When she had her breath, she leaned over and kissed me again, full on the
mouth. "Relax now" she whispered, and placed my hands at my side. I left my hands where she had placed them, and now Barb slowly crouched
over me in the back seat of this car. "Raise your hips a little" she ordered. Doing as I was told, she bent forward more, and slowly pulled down my
underwear and pants, down to my knees. Slowly, teasingly she slid her hand
up and down my shaft. More pre-cum oozed from the tip, and she would wipe
it first on her finger, and then spread it around my phallus. "Oh God, that feels good", I uttered. "Hmmmmmmmm" she licked her lips seductively. And then slowly. Ever so slowly Barb lowered herself so she was king of
sitting, or kneeling on the floor, here warm lips hovering over my raging
erection. She licked her lips again and I closed my eyes. Like a cat with a mouse she
played with me, initially with the tip of her tongue slowly tantalizing the
underside of my member. Then a more forceful swipe all around the head. Her
tongue was now swirling around the glans, and one hand stroked the base of
my penis while the other cupped my balls. It was too much. "Barb. BARB I'M GONNA ...", she worked it furiously, and pulled her lips
off only at the last second (like a pro), as I blasted off, jets of jism
streaking to all corners of the back seat. She continued to stroke me,
wriggling every drop out, ignoring the cum all over her car. I thought she
would stop after I came but instead she continued slowly massaging my
member, not letting it go soft, but avoiding the really sensitive spots
like the head or glans. I laid back, enjoying watching her make love to my
penis, itself covered with cum. Then she leaned over and once more took my
cum-soaked manhood into her mouth again. Gently, her tongue and lips sucked
the sperm from my dick, which was still risen to the occasion. I began to
rock with the motion, and soon found myself "fucking" her face, both hands
on the back of her head. She was into this in her own little world and
there was no stopping her (who would want to). The windows were completely
steamed over and it felt like the car was rocking as the assault on my dick
continued. When her jaw tired, she would rest briefly, and then start anew.
In perhaps fifteen minutes I was there again. This time, without warning I
came in her mouth. She didn't stop sucking, opening her lips enough to let
air in and some sperm trickle out. I pulled out of her, ending the
smorgasbord of delight, exhausted. After a rest we had more fun and games, I eventually got her pants off and
got here off again. We didn't go all the way but we sure petted our way
through that movie. She wanted more kissing, but after coming in her mouth
I had lost all interest in that. This pissed her off somewhat and perhaps I
was selfish - it was something I just couldn't bring myself to do at the
time. We did the drive in two more times and though we never had sex again after
that fall, we were friendly towards each other all through high school. I
got my own license that winter and, well, once that was done more escapades
would follow. I ran into Barb two years after high school. We met at a
friends out of town wedding and had one last (adult) rendezvous. Barb was
training for the Peace Corps at that time and would eventually ship out to
some where in the Carribean. She sent a postcard to our high school ten
year re-union. She was married and living in Brazil. Now there must be a
story there but I've never heard it. --
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