I met the first woman I loved in a very simple way. It was March. There was still snow on the ground. I was sitting in the living room at my parent's home. My sister arrived with her friend. Her fiend was good looking with what North Americans called a perfect figure --- 36-24-36. She had brown hair and eyes. She wore glasses. She had a big, beautiful smile and her eyes gleamed. She entered the room, walked to where I was sitting, and sat on my knee. She told me I was now her boyfriend. She was beautiful and daring. Of course, I agreed.
We lived on the outskirts of the city in a new housing development. There were three man-made lakes.
After a long Prairie winter, it was on a warm spring day we went for walk around one of the lakes. There were still no houses around that lake. We walked hand in hand until we reached a spot to sit down. Out of the view of everyone, we started kissing. We call it necking. I do not know if you do too.
After a while, my girlfriend undid her jacket. She put my hand on the breast. This was my first time. I was very excited. I rubbed and squeezed it as we kissed.
After a while she pulled her turtle neck up and over her breasts. She reached under her clothes at the back and undid her bra. She lifted her bra above her breasts. This was the first time I had ever seen breasts in real life. My father had a collection of Playboy magazines hidden in the basement and I have been looking at them. That did not prepare me for the real thing.
I fondled her breasts and nipples as we kissed. Of course I was clumsy.
After a while she asked me to suck her breasts. I leaned forward and put my mouth over her pink nipple. It was hard. She cradled me in her lap like you might cradle a baby and let me suck on her breast. After a while I moved to the other breast.
She breathed harder as she felt her nipple being pulled in and pushed out of my mouth. She said when I sucked it, it made her clit tingle. I did not know i, but her underwear was getting wet. I did not think she could, but she could see the bulge grow in my pants.
She wanted me to rub her pussy the way she rubbed it when she was alone at night. She was afraid to ask. She was afraid I would judge her. I wanted her to rub my bulging cock the way I rubbed it when I was alone at night. I was afraid to ask. I was afraid she would think I was pig.
We both wanted more, but we were too afraid to do more.
As I sucked her nipples, she could feel her pussy tingle and she could feel it becoming wetter. She felt the warmth from her pussy move over her body. The skin above her breasts became pink, Her cheeks rosy. She knew what she would do before going to sleep.
As I sucked her nipples and rubbed her breasts I could feel my cock becoming hard in my pants. I could feel my underwear getting damper. If I moved the right way, my cock rubbed against my wet underwear. I was careful not to be obvious. I did not want to disgust her. I knew what I was going to do when I was alone in bed that night.
After at least an hour, we knew we had to stop. She put her bra back on and tucked her clothes into her jeans and did up her coat.
We smiled as we walked back hand in hand. Sometimes we stopped and pressed hard against each other as we kissed. We did not think the other person could feel our sexual tension. We thought we kept our secrets from one another.
