My first time

When I look at her photo in the yearbook, I am surprised at how trashy she looks. I guess because she was. Not that she was a whore - I don't think she ever charged anything. I would love to know how many guys she had before she got my cherry, and how many since. Especially the former.

All I know is she wasnt a virgin; she was pregnant, but being a dumbass, I just though she was a little plump around the waist.

There wasnt any seduction involved. She just saw me outside and asked me to come in to her garage and help her move something. It was a hot summer morning and she was dressed in a white terrycloth bathrobe. Being a teenager, and eternally horny, I hoped maybe I would get a look at something, maybe a boob shot, so I followed her.

I moved the boxes she wanted me to move, then we talked a couple of minutes. I sat on the edge of a laundry tub while she leaned against a washing machine. She changed positions a couple of times, eventually trying to sit on top of it. She put one foot on one side of me and the other on the other side. With her hands on the top of the machine, her robe gapped open and I saw a jungle of dark hair.

Dairk hair? But she was blond! Evidently, she ran out of peroxide before she reached her bush.

While I had seen a few vaginas in various training publications, I had never seen a grown up one looking me in the face. I have no recollection of thinking anything at all; next thing I know I was examining said vagina at point-blank range. It was then that I first got a whiff of the most erotic perfume imaginable. It was also then that I realized that I had a heretofore undiscovered ability to make women act really strange, and I have endeavored to perfect that ability ever since.