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It was 1976. Jimmy Carter was president. Rocky ruled at the box office. Disco was in its heyday. We all watched Happy Days, Charley’s Angels, and (my favorite) One Day At A Time. Dream Weaver played on every radio and I can’t even count the number of nights that I cried myself to sleep with Eric Carmen’s All By Myself going through my head.
It was also a time when nearly all of the girls in our high school were virgins. In this day and age that almost sounds unbelievable, I know. However, this was in a time before nudity was all over cable television and the world wide web was a fantasy better left for an episode of The Jetsons. It was a much more innocent time for teenagers and I’m so sorry that we have allowed that to slip away.
I was a senior in high school in 1976. That meant that I knew everything in the world – even if my parents were too stupid to see it. I mean, why did they insist on treating me like some bratty little kid? I was eighteen years old and I was ready to become a woman.
You would never guess it to look at me now, but I was once a perky little thing that just couldn’t wait for each new day to begin. I stood all of five foot-one and weighed just a shade under one hundred pounds. Cellulite, stretch marks, and wide hips were things that I wouldn’t have even given a moment’s thought to.
I wasn’t in the popular crowd, but I wasn’t one of the nerdy types either. I was part of that much larger group that tried to make it through each day without calling any attention to myself whatsoever.
What a confusing time of life that was! One part of me wanted to look and act so cool that everyone would take notice. The other part of me lived in fear that, if I did call that kind of attention to myself, then everyone was sure to see that I was such a fraud and they would all know just how weird I was. God, I really wouldn’t want to go through all of that again!
My boyfriend’s name was William Paulson. Billy was on the swim team and had the most gorgeous body that any girl could ever hope for. I still wouldn’t have said no if Peter Frampton (with those amazing curls and dreamy eyes) could somehow step down out of the poster hanging on my wall, but Billy was more than enough to warm my blood every time that I looked at him.
And I used to be able to look at him plenty. I never missed one of his swim meets. I could never take my eyes off of that chiseled physique and those sexy buns wrapped up in that tiny speedo. My girlfriends used to tease me unmercifully, but I was secretly happy that they also found him to be a real hunk.
The extent of our sexual explorations were pretty typical of the times – We made out every chance that we could. During these necking sessions, Billy would try his hardest to push me a little further than he knew I would allow and it was my job to stop him before things got too far out of control. It would always make me feel so bad to see that look of disappointment in his eyes when I would call a halt to things. The truth was that I wanted to let him go further, but my catholic guilt always held me back. It was especially difficult when I could feel his erection pressing through the fabric of his jeans.
Simple kissing had given way to roaming hands and then to his hand slipping beneath my shirt. I can still (after all these years) remember the first time that Billy touched my breasts. I had stopped him from doing this on several occasions, but that night I had made up my mind that, if he tried again, I would let him.
That night we had gone to the movies to see Return of The Pink Panther. For the life of me, I could still not tell you one thing that I remember from that movie. The whole night, the only thing that I could concentrate on was what was to come later when we would be alone in his car out by the lake.
After the movie finally ended, Billy suggested a couple of discos that we could go to. I felt like such a little whore when I told him that I would rather go someplace more private. It still makes me laugh to remember the look on his face when I made that suggestion. He drove that old Bel Air station wagon like he was Mario Andretti!
My heart was pounding in my chest as we came to a stop at the lake and scrambled into the back. Our hormones were so far out of control that it is a wonder that we even let the car come to a complete stop before we were all over each other. Within minutes the windows were steamed over and we were locked in a heavy makeout session.
I kept wondering if Billy would try to touch my breast again. Maybe he wouldn’t and I would be the one who wound up disappointed this time. Oh, God! What would I do then?
Luckily, Billy didn’t disappoint me in the least. He slowly crept his hand up my side and let it cover my tiny breast. It may have been my imagination, but I could swear that he held his breath while he waited to see if I would move his hand away. When I didn’t, he began to tenderly rub me through the material of my Beylikdüzü escort blouse and bra. I felt like such a dirty girl, but it also felt so heavenly at the same time.
So, I was young, had a wonderful boyfriend, and I had a whole world of sexual pleasure to yet explore. It all sounds pretty perfect, doesn’t it? Unfortunately, there was only one major drawback. Billy was one year ahead of me in school. That meant that during my senior year of high school he was away at college. Instead of this being the most wonderful year of my life, I was brokenhearted, miserable, and a general pain in the butt.
My girlfriends were absolutely no help at all. I don’t think there is any creature on earth that can be crueler than a teenaged girl. They were all quick to point out how many beautiful and easy college girls that Billy was sure to be hanging around with. I tried not to let them see how much that bothered me, but I felt that I was always on the verge of tears.
Finally, it was time for Billy to come home for Christmas break. I couldn’t wait to see him and to be with him again! If he had changed and didn’t want to see me anymore, I would just die!
I needn’t have worried. Billy was just as excited to see me as I was to see him. I just wanted to jump up and down and scream for joy. You couldn’t have wiped the smile off of my face for anything in the world. I just couldn’t wait to be alone with him!
Luckily, there is no force in the universe that is greater than two horny teenagers that have been apart for four long months. It just happened that Billy’s parents were going out that night for an office Christmas party. We were locked at the lips and stumbling towards his bedroom before their car even cleared the driveway.
I could feel his erection through his jeans as soon as we sprawled across the bed. Our hips ground against each others and I thought for certain that my lips were going to be bruised as we sought to devour each other.
It wasn’t long before I felt Billy slip his hand beneath the front of my t-shirt. This had become part of our normal routine and I made no move to stop him. I wanted to melt when I felt his hand cover my bra-clad breast. I knew that I was built really small. I dearly wished that I had been more amply endowed like some of my other classmates. However, if Billy was disappointed, he never let on. I moaned deeply as he pushed the cup aside and his fingers began to play with my aching nipple.
When we had collapsed onto the bed I had settled on my right side and my right arm had been trapped between our writhing bodies. Somewhere along the line, Billy had shifted his body and I suddenly felt his erection pressing against the back of my hand through his jeans.
I knew that I should have furtively pulled my hand away. However, this was something entirely new to me. Instead of withdrawing my hand, I decided to be a little hussy. I simply turned my hand around so that my palm was now filled with his straining bulge. This was the first time that I had ever touched Billy (or any other boy) in such a way and I was more excited than I had ever been in my whole life.
After a few minutes of Billy grinding his erection into my palm, I felt him slip his hand from beneath my t-shirt. I instantly missed the feel of his hand on me, but at least I had this whole new experience to content myself with.
I soon found out why Billy had removed his hand from inside my shirt as his fingers started to fumble with the button of my jeans. This snapped me back to my senses quick enough! Even with as fast as I had reacted, Billy had already easily opened the top of my jeans and was pulling at the material to make my zipper slide down. I quickly broke our kiss and grabbed his hand with both of mine
“No, Billy,” I managed to croak.
A look of deep disappointment crossed his face as I once again made him stop way before he had hoped. I desperately wanted him to resume our makeout session, but the mood had been destroyed. Instead, he laid down beside me and we just talked. He told me all about the amazing things that he was doing at college. I tried to tell him about the latest news from high school, but I was acutely aware of how much this made me seem like a little girl.
When he took me home later that night, my mind was awhirl with guilt and shame. Billy had definitely become a much more sophisticated college man while I had remained the same little scared child that he had left at the end of summer. All of the things that the girls at school had told me about how sexually advanced college girls were kept coming back to me as I beat myself up for being such a stupid girl.
As l laid in bed that night, I made the decision that the time had come for me let Billy make love to me. After all, I wasn’t a little girl anymore. I thought that if I was ever going to hold onto him, then I had to show him that I could be just as much of a woman as any college girl.
Sleep Beylikdüzü escort bayan was almost impossible to come by that night. I found myself tossing and turning as I thought about my decision and tried to convince myself that I could actually go through with it. If the enormity of my decision wasn’t enough, then there were the thoughts of how Billy’s erection had felt in my hand earlier that night.
I certainly didn’t have a lot of experiences to draw on from which to make comparisons, but the fullness with which it had filled my hand made me worried that I would not be able to take him inside me.
What a loser I would be if I couldn’t do it!
I cursed myself for being so freakishly small. My breasts were way too small! My legs were too small! If Billy were to see me naked, then he would surely think that I was a hideously deformed little girl that he shouldn’t be wasting his time on when he had so many grown-up college girls to choose from.
I must be completely out of my mind!
The next morning my mom informed me that she and my father would be going to a Christmas party for my dad’s office and that I was to be looking after my little sister for the evening.
Two nights – Two Christmas parties. Of all the times for the gods to be listening!
My little sister cornered me a short time later to tell me that there was a party at her friend Janet’s house and that all the cool kids were going to be there and she just had to go or she would just…just…JUST DIE!
Normally, I would have taken an enormous amount of pleasure in pulling rank and telling here that she couldn’t go. However, I didn’t know when another opportunity would ever come for me to have the house to myself. I only made her beg and whine for a little while before I gave in. She practically shrieked when I told her and she called me the best big sister that any girl ever had. She told me that I could pick her up at ten o’clock and we would be home before my mother and father. They would never have to know a thing!
“That’s not the only thing about tonight that I pray they never find out about,” I thought to myself.
Later that morning I called Billy and told him that I had to stay home and baby-sit my little sister. I asked him if he wanted to come over with us. I held my breath until he said that he would.
“Why not?” he said, “I haven’t seen the little squirt in a long time”
The plan was in place. Everything had worked out perfectly. We would have the house to ourselves from seven o’clock until I had to pick my sister up at ten.
Three hours were plenty, weren’t they? What if someone came home unexpectedly? What if one of the neighbors saw Billy coming to the house when my parents weren’t home and they decided to tell them? What if…What if…?
I was going to be a nervous wreak before this night was up!
The day crawled by with unbelievable slowness. I hid myself away in my room and tried on every outfit that I owned. I just couldn’t decide on what would be the appropriate outfit to wear when one is about to lose her virginity.
Do I get dressed up in something that looks really cute? Or would that make me look too young? Do I wear something that looked really sexy? Or would that make me look too cheap?
I finally decided on my favorite bell bottomed jeans and a quasi-hippy looking peasant blouse. The one thing that I made sure of was that my prettiest bra and panty set was clean and ready to wear. I may not have much to offer, but the least I could do was present them as best I could.
My wardrobe wasn’t the only thing that I obsessed over that day. One look at my room would tell you that it was definitely the room of a little girl. This certainly wouldn’t do! Down came my posters of Peter Frampton and Vinny Barbarino. I gathered up all of my stuffed animals and various ribbons and awards that I had received over the years and somehow stuffed them all into my closet. It may have been wishful thinking, but I thought that the end result looked much more appropriate to a woman of eighteen rather than a girl of thirteen.
My parents left the house at six-thirty. They kissed me on the way out and thanked me for being responsible enough for them to trust in taking care of my sister.
Ouch! That hurt!
I have to admit that I did feel really guilty about what I was about to do that night. I only hoped that nothing that I did would ever stop them from loving me.
My sister came pounding down the stairs a few minutes later. She had on way too much makeup and the hours that she had spent on her hair would have made even Farah Fawcett jealous. I wondered what little boy was going to be at this party that she was so excited to see.
I shook my head and thought to myself, “Silly kid…You really should wait until you’re more grown up – Like me.”
After my sister left the house there was nothing else to do except wait for Billy Escort beylidüzü to arrive. It seemed as though I could hear a clock ticking off each excruciating second as I sat there contemplating the evening ahead.
Was I really ready for this? What if he didn’t show up? What if he didn’t want to do it with me? What if I was really bad at it? He’d think that I was a real nerd and I would have to move to Alaska or something!
About seven-thirty the doorbell rang and I almost jumped a foot in the air. I waited a moment for my heart beat to recover and then opened the door to Billy. I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. He was all dressed up in his leisure suit and looking his best.
“Sorry about the corny outfit,” he said, “My parents wanted us to go for a family portrait and they just dropped me off.”
“No,” I replied, “You look wonderful!”
He really did! There is something about a man in double-knits, opened collar, and a gold chain around the neck that that no woman could resist!
Billy came in and asked, “So, where’s the little brat?”
I told him that my sister had gone to a friend’s house at the last minute and that I hoped that he didn’t mind having to spend the evening with just me.
His eyes nearly lit up when he heard this information. “You mean we have the whole house all to ourselves?” he asked.
“It’s just the two of us,” I answered while trying to give my most seductive look.
Billy seemed hesitant to take the offered bait. Maybe he was tired of my always putting a stop to things just when he was getting going the strongest.
Or, maybe he just wasn’t that interested in me anymore!
We settled down on the sofa to watch The Muppet Show. This was not exactly the romantic evening that I had pictured in my head. However, it was nice just to be able to relax with my boyfriend after not having seen him for so long. We laughed at the antics of Kermit and the gang as Billy eased my head onto his shoulder.
I was as happy in that moment as any girl could hope for. Gone was all of the nervousness that had my stomach churning all day in anticipation of tonight. Without me even realizing it, Billy had begun to softly stroke my arm. For my part, I had snuggled even closer against his broad swimmer’s shoulder. All talking had ceased between us as we gave ourselves over to our small dance of seduction.
My breathing had gotten deeper and my heart was pounding in my chest. Slowly, my hand began to explore Billy’s chest. His silky shirt felt so nice as it clung to the contours of his amazing physique. I allowed my hand to slip inside the open collar of his shirt and my fingertips felt the smooth warm skin beneath.
Billy placed a finger under my chin and gently leaned in to kiss me. Our first kiss was explosive. I kissed him back with all of the love in heart. I knew that I wanted him more than anything in my whole life. His arms tightened around me – signaling that Billy must have been feeling the same way. His tongue had become steadily more insistent and I was more than willing to accommodate him.
After a few minutes, Billy drew slightly away. “Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, “your parents may come home early.”
Here it was – My chance to put a stop to things before they reached the point of no return. All I had to do was say yes.
Instead, I rose from the sofa and took Billy’s hand to help him to his feet. “Don’t worry,” I answered, “they won’t be back until after midnight.”
Billy rose to his feet and looked me deep in the eyes. “San, what are you doing?” he asked with a shaky voice.
I tried to maintain our eye contact, but I was too shy to keep it up as I said softly,”Billy, I’m ready.”
“Ready for wha-” he began. Then it hit him! I know that I must have blushed thirteen shades of red as I felt his eyes scanning my face.
“San, are you sure?” he asked with such concern.
I finally managed to look him straight in the eye. “Yes, Billy, I’m sure.”
He took me in his arms and whispered against the top of my head, “We don’t have to do this, you know?”
As soon as he hugged me it was apparent that his lips may be saying one thing, but another part of his body was saying something completely different.
“I know that I don’t have to,” I replied, ” I want to.”
With that, I turned and led my young stallion towards the bedroom. Neither of us spoke. I think that we may both have been afraid that if we did dare to speak, somehow we may awaken to find that this was all a dream.
When we got into my room Billy released my hand and started to take his suit jacket off. I stood there almost like a statue, not really believing that this was actually happening. I may have been in shock, but Billy wasn’t taking any chances of my changing my mind. His fingers went quickly to the buttons of his shirt and he began to undo them. He had the cutest smile on his face as he began to open his shirt.
This shook me back to reality. I tried to return his smile, but I’m afraid that mine didn’t look quite as confident as his. I turned my back to him and lifted my blouse over my head. The sounds of Billy removing his shirt and letting it fall to the floor were the only sounds that existed in the whole world for me.
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