Adult Blogger: MIKES APARTMENT MIKESAPARTMENT minutes are hazy. I remember being kissed several times and a warm rush spreading from my center down my thighs. I remember thinking how pleasant it felt. Then there was the strange feel of a cool breeze on my naked breasts. From somewhere far in the back of my mind I registered the thought that I shouldn't be doing this but the front of my mind told me that it didn't matter in the least. My clothes seemed to fall away piece by piece and a few minutes later, I was no longer a virgin.
I wish I could remember more of what happened that night. It must have been relatively pleasant because I was neither bruised nor sore the next day. All I remember, though, is riding home in Bobby's convertible, my head on his shoulder and his tee shirt between my legs to keep the blood from his upholstery.
I'll say this for Bobby: he was more considerate than most guys like him. He continued to take me out for the rest of the summer and we had some very good times together. We had sex almost every time and it was Bobby who initiated me into oral sex. It was on our third date parked again under the pines on that mountain highway. I had freed him from his trousers and fondled and squeezed him till I was as hot as I had ever been in my brief sexual life to date. He urged my head down toward his lap where his erection waited for me. I had heard about oral sex from girlfriends and from the older, more experienced waitresses at work. I had also read about it in popular magazines and I admit that I was eager to try it. I closed my eyes and began to kiss the head of his cock. The rank, man smell of him was intoxicating and soon I was licking up and down his shaft. I felt him shift a little and then his hand rested on the back of my head. With his other hand he forced the tip of his now-rigid cock against my lips.
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