Remembering when life was sexier.

I was having a chat with a friend this weekend about teenagers and sex.

Her:  “Do you think that your kids are sexually active yet?”

Me:  “No”

Her:  “Really?  Are you certain”


This got me thinking about my first time…a long long long long time ago and how much fun all that teenage foreplay was.

Do you remember the way it was before you actually went all the way? The exquisite torture of letting him go a bit further each time? The first time you ever felt his tongue in your mouth? The first time he touched you over your shirt? Then under the shirt but over the bra? Then when you finally took them both off?  Ta Da!  That was enough to keep you both entertained for hours.

And then he touched you between your legs. With your jeans still on.  And he lay on top of you, and you could feel his hardness. And you would rub up against each other in an intoxicating and frustrating simulation of the real thing.

Eventually he would unbutton your jeans. Maybe you would tell him that it wasn’t fair for you to get undressed if he wasn’t. Amazingly that wasn’t a problem for him, and before you had time to think about the consequences of a statement like that, he was suddenly in front of you with only a pair of underwear on.

Then he would finish unzipping your jeans, and maybe slide his finger across your panties along the way. That felt so amazing that you helped him slip your jeans off in the hopes that it might happen again. And then all that separated you were the thinnest slips of fabric.

He would lie on top of you and grind against you and it was the most heavenly thing you’ve ever felt. He’s licking you and you feel his hand massaging you “down there”.   He’s tentative at first, but as you breathe a bit faster and don’t push his hand away, he gains more confidence.

This too could go on for hours but chances were that once you’d hit that stage, it’s was not likely that either of you were going to last much longer. Maybe it wouldn’t happen that night. But it would happen and soon.

The next time the clothes slip off more easily. You’ve done it once, so why be hesitant now?  He’s on a mission but you want to insist that your panties stay on.  But that bastard slides his finger up the side of your legs and you gasp with shock at this new development.  And now you’re curious about him. If he can make you feel this good shouldn’t you be returning the favor?

You slip your hand into his briefs and are shocked at how hard IT is. And the fact that it’s also wet. And IT seems so insistent and demanding somehow. A little bit scary, but in a hot dangerous kind of way.

You rub IT up and down a bit and as he moans and breathes faster you realize that you must be doing something right. It’s hard to concentrate though, because of what he’s doing to you. You inadvertently squeeze the shaft a few times in an involuntary reaction to your own pleasure. He doesn’t mind.  For a while this sort of stimulation is enough. Maybe it’ll carry you through a few more nights.

Next time he gets bolder.  He wants to “make love” and he knows that if he can just get you both naked it’ll happen.   BAM!  The next time you are together he strips down. You can see him. And touch him. And you decide to taste him. Again tentative, but as he moans and buckles beneath you, there is a certain brilliance in the power that you feel.

Magnanimously he says he wants to make you cum, so he slips off your panties. Now you’re both kissing and gasping and his hands are everywhere. He lies on top of you and by now you’re in the habit of grinding. But this time there is nothing to prevent the inevitable. You’re both wet and slippery and not thinking about anything except each new sensation.

And then he’s inside you. And there’s no turning back…

This whole process in high school? Months.

Now?  Uh…10 minutes? If you’re lucky.


~ by GoBackToBed on May 17, 2010.

One Response to “Remembering when life was sexier.”

  1. I remember my first really long make-out session. It was with the cutest boy in my class and we were in the attic of a friend’s house We lay on a camping cot for an hour and just kissed and kissed and kissed and then kissed some more.

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