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First Time (MF, rom, 1st)
by al-bear@ix.netcom.com (the BEAR)
Date: 25 Nov 1995


	This is another original story by the BEAR.  As usual, 
it is a very sensual tale told with care, and with the BEAR's 
inimitable style, with an underlying theme of love.  If you like 
strong language, and rudeness, go somewhere else.  If you are not 
comfortable with sex between a younger woman and an older man, 
then go read something else.

	If you are underaged, then you shouldn't be here anyway.
Go away.  Find another newsgroup.

	This is one of my earliest tales, and has not been 
released before.  As always, the BEAR will answer all e-mail, 
and will respond to suggestions and requests.

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		FIRST TIME'S THE CHARM

	My first real sexual experience occurred later in life 
than most.  Although I had fooled around a lot, I had never 
really felt ready to perform the act, and had simply not gotten 
close enough to any girls to get the opportunity.

	I was home on leave from the Navy, and went across the 
street to the place where I had been employed during high school 
to visit my old friends there.

	I was 26 at the time, and quite a healthy and virile young 
man, but, as I said, still not very experienced sexually.

	While visiting, I met a girl who had been working there 
for only a short while.  She was blonde, happy and intelligent, 
with a tiny but fantastic figure and beautiful blue eyes.  She 
seemed to really like me, so I flirted with her and was delighted 
to have her flirt back enthusiastically.  I stood in a door that 
she had to pass through and smiled at her.  She squeezed by, and 
took her time doing so.  In fact, to my delight, she did a whole 
lot more squeezing and rubbing than was at all necessary.

	That night I walked her home at her suggestion, and we 
sat on her front porch, talking and making out, while her mom 
sat just inside the front window watching TV.  I was delighted 
at her enthusiasm and couldn't figure out why she was so eager.  
I just enjoyed it.

	The fact that her Mom was just a few feet away, and 
that kids were running up and down the dark street made her 
hand in my pants all the more exciting.  I'd never felt a 
girl get so wet in her female parts before.  Her breasts were 
not large, but were very firm, yet soft to the touch.  Her 
nipples got quite prominent at my touch, and my tweakings and 
touchings made her groan with pleasure.  I was amazed at 
how much enjoyment I was getting from making her feel good.

	Finally, she was called in, and I had to go home.  I 
thought about her, and what we had been doing, and I was 
smiling all the way home.

	The next morning I slept in til about 9 and then got 
up and began to take a shower.  Everyone else in the house was 
either at work or at school.  A few minutes into the shower, 
I heard a knock at the back door, so I wrapped a towel around
myself and went down to see who it was.  It was her.

	She smiled and came in and gave me a big hug.  We held 
each other and talked for a few minutes.  Then, as she was 
running her hands over my chest, she asked me if I'd like to 
finish my shower.  I said I guessed I would.  Then she snatched 
off my towel and said "I'd like a shower too.", and proceeded 
to take off her own clothes.

	I have to say right now that soaping up her body was and 
is one of the most sensual experiences that I have ever had.  I 
can still almost feel her firm, round breasts gliding under my 
touch.  As I caressed her, I steadily became more and more 
experienced, and she steadily liked what I was doing more and 
more.  I have no idea how long we spent in the shower exploring, 
soaping and scrubbing each other's bodies.

	By the time I found myself again exploring her vagina, I 
was more turned on than I had ever been before in my life.  When 
she suggested that we towel off a little and go to my room, I was 
not about to come up with any other idea.  I liked hers too much.

	Once again, I have no idea how long we kissed and caressed 
each other before I finally did as she had been begging for quite a
while.  I allowed her to climb on top of me and slide my erection 
into her hot, wet and very willing little body.  Even the fact that 
this event soon showed me that she was - or rather had been - a 
virgin didn't worry me too much, considering my own state.  It was 
a joy to pull her body close to mine and whisper in her ear that she 
was my first woman, and that I had never done it before either.  It 
seemed to turn her on even more, if that's possible.

	To my own surprise, I did just about everything right - 
at least to hear her tell it - and made her come several times 
before I finally spilled my seed as deep into her womb as I could.
When I finally came back to myself, she was holding me close, and 
smiling that wonderful smile at me.

	I said "Gee, I guess I did pretty good."

	"Oh, yeah.  You did really good.  My girlfriends told me 
that the first time would really hurt, and it did a little, but 
you were so easy and gentle, that I didn't mind at all."  She 
kissed me.  "None of them said anything about how good I'd feel
after I got used to it.  It was great.  Can we do it again?"

	"Oh yeah! You bet.  If I had known how good this feels, 
I would have done it along time ago.  But I waited for you, and 
I'm kind of glad I did."  

	We did a lot of other things together that day.  As a 
matter of fact, we did a lot of things together for the next 
several weeks.  Not all of them sexual by any means, but we did 
have sex on the average of at least once a day the whole time.  
More, when we could arrange it.

	The most memorable time was the time she snuck me in to 
her bedroom, and we spent the whole night together in her own 
little bed, in her own little room, surrounded by her dolls and 
stuffed animals.  She was incredibly turned on by this, and so 
was I.  It was wonderful.  To this day, I have no idea how in 
the world she kept her mom from ever finding out what we were 
doing.

	As I said, I was young and a bit of a fool, and we did not 
use any birth control at all.  Not even once.  It didn't even enter 
our minds.  Well, mine at least.  I suspect that she may have been 
a whole lot smarter than me on such things.

	I was really enjoying myself there, for a while.  Then a
high school chum stopped his car at the bus stop and offered me a 
ride and I accepted.  While we were on the way, he mentioned that 
he had seen me on the street with this girl.  Then he went on to 
say that he knew it was none of his business, but that he thought 
that I should know that she was only thirteen years old.

	Naturally I was shocked.  She had all the equipment of a 
woman in the ideal proportions to her tiny size, and although she 
had been a virgin, she was really proficient in the use of all that 
equipment.  Perhaps the best I've ever known, even til today.  She 
should not have been working unless she was sixteen or older.  I was 
not the only one who had been fooled.  It had never occurred to me 
to ask.

	That night when we got together, I gave her hell for lying 
to me about her age by never mentioning it.  Then I pointed out what 
could be done to me if it was found out what we had been doing.  She 
was contrite and promised that she'd never tell.  Her reason was that 
if I had known her true age, I would never have done with her what we 
had been doing - and enjoying - so much.  I had to admit that she was 
right about that and had to forgive her somewhat.  I made her promise 
that if she came up pregnant, she'd run away from home and come to me, 
whereupon we'd get married.  That had been my idea anyway.  She made 
me promise that when she was of age we'd do it some more.

	Naturally, I had to agree.  She told me that she had lied 
about her age to get her job, and that she had been cutting school, 
and doing all sorts of fast talking so that she could spend most of 
her days with me.  She'd known that I was only going to be home a 
month, and wanted to do it with me as much as she could.  She said 
that she fell in love with me at first sight, and that our first 
evening on her front porch had decided her course.  She wanted me, 
and she got me.

	She talked me in to doing it with her once more.  I was 
very careful, and took my time, and made sure that she would remember 
me with nothing but the fondest memories.  I'd intended to pull 
out of her, but she held me close, and I filled her up with my 
sperm not once, but twice that night.  I took her home, and I 
never saw her again. I left to go back to my duty station just 
two days later.

	Heaven help me, I never wrote her.  At first, I was just 
consumed by guilt.  Later, I found that I had misplaced her 
address.  A year later, I took leave and came home again. 

	The first thing I did was go look for her.  But she and her 
mom had  moved.  I couldn't find any new address no matter how hard 
I tried.  No one knew where they had gone, except that one lady said 
that she thought that they moved to South Carolina.  There is a very 
real possibility that she was carrying my child when they moved.  In 
those days, that was a common solution to the pregnant schoolgirl 
problem.  I only wish I knew for sure.

	She was 13 and I was 26.  Now she'd be plenty old enough.  
I will always wonder what might have happened if we'd stayed in 
touch, or even if we'd kept doing what I wanted to do.  In
spite of her tender age, she was more woman that anyone I've 
met since.  I wish I'd kept in touch with her.

	Honey, if you are out there, I miss you, and I love you.  
Even after all these years, I'd still like to find you again, and 
hear this story from your side.

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