1st Date
I live on a farm about twelve miles outside of Lubbock, so I
guess you could call me a country kid. Other than the bus ride
to school and the limitation on extracurricular activities,
living so far out isn't bad at all. Our "farm house" is as
modern as any you'll find in town, and we have all the
conveniences everyone else has.
The main restriction of country living has been its effect on
my social life. It's a rare occasion for a friend from school
to come to see me, and with no neighbor kids anywhere near
close, Lennie, my year-younger sister, and I sometimes get a
little lonely. Because we've had to depend on each other for
friendship, Lennie and I get along a lot better than most
brothers and sisters. I consider her a good friend, and she
views me the same way.
Lennie (that's short for "Marlene"--Mom and Dad were Dietrich
fans) and I look a lot alike. We're both blond with freckles
and built on the lean side. (I like to think of myself as
"wiry" and Lennie as "petite," but I guess most people would
classify us both as "thin.") A lot of girls think I'm nice-
looking, or at least Lennie tells me they do. Lennie's nice-
looking, too. Although she is slender, she blossomed early and
is endowed with really nice breasts, firm, well-rounded hips
and a tight, squirmy little bottom. I've heard boys at school
talk about how they would give anything to get in her panties,
so I'm not the only boy who thinks she's sexy and pretty.
Even though we were close friends and confided in each other,
Lennie and I never did anything sexual with each other. I
hadn't seen her nude in about four years (and it was an
accident, then) and we never "played doctor" or anything like
that. We hadn't even talked about sex, so I really didn't know
how much she knew or how she felt about it. Since Mom and Dad
only let her double date, I figured she had not an opportunity
to go very far with any boy. I believed that even though she
was almost seventeen years old, she for a certainty was still a
virgin.
Being a virgin was something I could identify with, because I
too was still afflicted with that condition. Not only was I
still a virgin, but I had never touched a girl sexually and had
never seen naked breasts or a pussy except in girlie magazines.
I had had many a fantasy about seeing and touching a naked girl
and finally going all the way and losing my virginity, but thus
far the only sexual pleasure I had experienced was from mastur-
bation. Although this exercise gave me some relief, it didn't
last long, and I seemed to grow hornier with each passing day.
My situation pretty well rocked along like this until the time
Mom and Dad had to leave town for the weekend to attend a
funeral. Because we had animals that needed feeding, I got the
chore of staying home and taking care of them. That suited me
fine, because I had no desire at all to go with Mom and Dad.
When Lennie found I was staying home, she pleaded to stay home
too. Mom and Dad allowed it on the condition that neither of
us have a date while they were gone. They did agree that I
could go see the movie at the drive-in as long as I took Lennie
with me. I hadn't planned to leave her at home by herself
anyway, so that wasn't any big deal. After final admonitions
to behave ourselves and eat well, Mom and Dad finally left on
Friday morning just as Lennie and I hurried to catch the school
bus.
After school was out and Lennie and I rode the school bus home,
I went down to the barn and took care of my chores--feeding the
cattle, filling the hog trough, and putting seed in the chicken
feeder. When I finished and got back to the house, Lennie had
cooked supper and had it on the table. She's a good cook, and
I complimented her on the meal. She seemed pleased by the
compliment and said that she liked trying to be a "good wife"
for me. She smiled and said there were a lot of things about
being a wife she didn't know about yet, but she was looking
forward to finding out about them. I laughed and told her she
still had a ways to go before that happened. She just smiled
again--a soft, enigmatic sort of smile--and said, "Well, maybe
so, maybe not. In the meantime, why don't we get cleaned up so
we can go to the movie. You are taking me to the movie
tonight, aren't you?"
"You bet," I replied. I couldn't resist teasing her a little
and added, "You finally get to go on a one-on-one date, but
it's with your brother."
With that strange smile back on her face, Lennie said, "Well,
make fun of me if you want, big brother, but I could do a whole
lot worse. I lot of my friends would love to be in my place tonight."
"Yeah, I'll bet. Who are you talking about--skinny, buck-
toothed Sally?"
Lennie laughed and said, "Well, I'm sure she would too, but I
was talking about Lauren."
"Lauren Wilton? You mean Lauren Wilton wants to have a date
with me? How did you find out? She's so quiet, I'm amazed
she would have talked about it."
Lennie grinned and said, "She's just quiet around you. Around
other girls she's not that way. She's told me a lot of things
about herself--some of them really personal. One of the things
was that she has a bad case of the hots for you."
I was totally surprised by Lennie's revelation. Lauren Wilton
was a girl about Lennie's age, and even though she was quiet
and a little on the shy side, I had always thought she was
pretty. Not only pretty, but sexy, with a cute cheerleader-
type body. I began to think that maybe there was more to
Lauren than met the eye and that I should think about asking
her for a date. I wasn't sure what Lennie meant by "hots," but
it did sound as if the prospects might be better than just a
little hand-holding. Even though Lauren's brother and I were
friends, I wasn't averse to the thought of trying to find out
just what her "hots" amounted to.
I was also surprised by Lennie's using such a word to describe
how Lauren felt. I had considered Lennie to be completely
innocent and naive about sex and was taken aback that she
seemed to be a little more knowledgeable about the subject than
I have given her credit for. I realized from the way she
described her relation with Lauren that girls talked among
themselves just as boys did and recognized she might be a whole
further down the road of knowledge than I thought. I also
realized that maybe I had been wrong about her. Maybe she
really wasn't a virgin, maybe she had already in fact been
laid. As good looking as she was, I could see where boys would
want to plow her little garden--in the deepest, most secret of
my masturbatory fantasies, I had even thought about my being
the one to do it. "What a kick that would be," I thought.
"What if she's already been screwing while I've just been
pulling my pud. Somehow or other I'm going to have to find out
about her before the weekend is over and Mom and Dad get back.
I'll have to find out more about Lauren, too."
By the time I had taken a shower and changed clothes, it was
getting dark enough to start heading toward the drive-in movie.
Lennie was already dressed and waiting for me. She had on a
tank top and hip-hugger jeans that accented the firm mounds of
her breasts and showed her cute little ass to its full
advantage. If she hadn't been my sister, I would have been
tempted to whistle in admiration. "That girl is really getting
ripe," I thought. "Some lucky guy's going to pluck that cherry
soon, and I do mean soon." I couldn't help but feel a little
envy for whoever the lucky guy might be.
As we started walking toward the pickup, Lennie linked her arm
through mine and with a big smile said, "Hi, big-brother date.
I'm glad you're taking me to the movie all alone. This way I
can see what's it's like to go out with a boy on a one-on-one
date. Double dates are okay, but a one-on-one date would be a
whole lot more fun, if you know what I mean."
I laughed and said, "Yeah, I guess it's hard to get to sneak a
kiss with an audience watching."
Lennie squeezed my arm and whispered, "Yeah, it makes it hard
to do that, too." She laughed at her own remark and then gave
my arm one last squeeze before getting into the pick-up.
When we got to the drive-in movie, it was closed. A sign in
front of it said they were having electrical power problems and
would reopen in two days. "Well, what do we do now?" I asked aloud.
"What about that drive-in over in Hale County? It's only about
twenty miles and we can be there before the movie is very far along."
"Gee, I don't know, Len. I understand all they show there are
adult movies."
"Why do you think I want to go?" Lennie said, grinning. "I've
always wanted to see an adult movie, and now we have the
chance. We can both pass for eighteen, so we'll lie about our
ages. Come on, Rickie, don't be chicken. Take me to see the
sexy movie over at the Hale County passion pit."
Well, you don't get by giving me a dare like that, so I gunned
the pickup and we got to the movie in only twenty-five minutes.
It was already dark, and I guess in the dark Len and I looked
old enough because we were allowed to buy tickets without any
questions asked. I doused my lights and we drove into the
movie and took a space on the last row, one of the few left.
I was still trying to get the speaker into the window, when Len
whispered, "God, look at that!"
The "that" she was referring to was a completely naked girl
with tits and pussy showing for all to see. She was in the
arms of a man dressed in just a pair of shorts and they were
just starting to kiss. The camera zoomed in on their mouths
and you could see their tongues touching and playing sensuous
games with each other. I finally got the speaker to working
and we could hear the girl moaning softly as the man dropped
his hands to her ass and softly caressed her firm buttocks.
After they had kissed and caressed each other for a few
seconds, the man picked up the girl and carried her through a doorway.
The next scene showed the man and girl on a bed. He was on top
of her, thrusting his buttocks in and out like he was giving
her the screwing of her life. Both of their moans poured out
of the speaker and filled the cab of the truck. Even though
you couldn't see where their bodies were supposed to be joined,
it sure did look like they were enjoying some of the hottest
sex I had ever imagined. After a few minutes, they both cried
out real loud and became still. If I hadn't known they were
just acting, I would have sworn they had both come all over
that bed. Upon completion of their climax, the picture faded
and the scene changed to another couple, this one fully dressed.
The new couple didn't stayed clothed very long. The man soon
had the woman's blouse and bra off and was licking and nibbling
on her nipples. He loosened her skirt so that it fell to the
floor and she undid his belt and pushed his pants down. They
then fell on a bed and rubbed and caressed each other all over.
The man tugged at the girl's panties and soon had them down
over her feet. She was now completely naked and her breasts
and pussy were revealed for all to see. She was panting and
trying to pull the man over on top of her. He wasn't any dummy
and soon he was on top of her going through the same sort of
copulation movements the earlier couple had used.
Just the sounds they were making, much less the hot action, had
me completely aroused and my cock was rigid and throbbing,
completely filling the front of my jeans. I was breathing
hard and aching to put my hand on my cock and relieve the
pressure that had built to such a fever pitch. Glancing
sideways, I saw that the movie was having a similar effect on
Lennie. She was squirming on the seat and breathing as hard as
I was. She scooted across the seat right up next to me and
grabbed me by the arm. "This movie is something, isn't it?"
she whispered. "Yeah, it sure is."
"Do you think they're really doing it? The way they're pushed
together I can't see that part, but it sure looks like he's
doing it to her, doesn't it?"
"They're probably just faking it, but it sure does look real."
Lennie whispered, "God, I've never seen anything like this.
The only thing wrong is that the girls show everything, but the
fronts of the boys never show. You get to see the parts you
want, but I don't."
We sat there watching the movie for a while, neither of us
saying anything, the only sound sighs and moans coming from the
speaker and our hot breathing. Lennie was still up close
against me, her hand clutching the upper part of my arm. My
cock was throbbing against its denim cage and I was almost in
pain from the need to touch it and spew out the juices I was
building up. Lennie must have felt similarly, because she put
one hand down to the inside of her thigh and squirmed her
bottom around on the seat.
She leaned toward me and whispered, "What does watching a movie
like this do to you? Does it get you excited?"
"Oh, God, yes! How about you?"
Lennie replied, "Yeah, it does me that way too. Seeing those
couples make out like that has made me horny as hell." She put
a hand down on top of my thigh and leaned over so that she had
her mouth against my ear. "What happens to you when you get
horny? Do you get an erection like the sex-ed books say?"
Lennie's touch was like electricity. My cock had been hard
before, but now it stretched even further out, swelling like I
had never had it do before. Barely able to catch my breath, I
answered, "Yeah, I get a hard-on."
"You're hard right now?" she whispered. Without waiting for an
answer, she moved her hand between my thighs right up to where
it covered the hard shaft of my cock. She rubbed my bulge and
whispered, "God, Rickie! The whole front of your jeans are
swelled out." Leaving her hand on my cock, just barely
caressing the bulge, she said, "What do you do when it gets
like this?"
Taken aback by her question, I stammered, "Well, I...I take
care of it." Determined to even the score, I asked her, "What
do YOU do when you get horny?"
She laughed softly and answered, "I use my hand and relieve
myself. How do you do it?"
I laughed along with her and said, "I beat off, too."
Stilling leaning against me, Lennie said, "Do you need to beat
off now?"
"Oh, God, YES! I'm practically dying. How about you?"
"In the very worst sort of way," Lennie whispered. "Do you
think maybe...?"
"It would be okay to do it here, in front of each other?" I
said, finishing the sentence for her.
"Yeah, that's what I was going to say," Lennie said, laughing nervously.
"We will probably both enjoy the movie better if we did. Yeah,
let's do it."
I had no more than gotten the words out than Lennie had her
hands at her waist unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them down
to where they were around her knees. Even in the dim light
I could see her push a pair of bikini panties down to join the
jeans. Having bared herself for action, she leaned back
against the seat and spread her legs apart. Immediately one of
her hands was inserted between her thighs, up into the darker
shadow I could see there at their juncture. She soon had her
hand in motion, and a sigh of pleasure came from her lips.
Seeing her behave in such a lewd and open manner made me
hornier than I had ever been in my life and I soon had my jeans
and shorts down to my knees just like her. My cock sprang up
tall, bumping against the steering wheel. Lennie must have
been watching me as I had watched her because I heard a gasp
from her as my cock stood rigidly, quivering slightly.
"God, Rickie, your penis is so big and hard. I had no idea
boy's got that big. It must be nine inches long."
I had never thought one way or another about how big my cock
was. I had never compared my hard-on with other guy's and just
assumed mine was of average size. I was a little puzzled by
Lennie's reaction and could only say, "Yeah, I guess that's about
right."
"I've never seen a boy's penis before. I wish there was more
light so I could see it better. Is it okay if I touch it?"
Could she touch it? Oh, God, I had fantasized about a girl
holding and stroking my cock, and now here was one asking me if
it were okay to do so. Finally, I managed to whisper, "Yeah, if
you want to."
Lennie reached out her hand and ran her fingertips up and down
the length of my cock, sending shivers of pleasure through me.
I gasped at the touch and jerked my hips in reaction. She
pulled her hand back and asked, "Oh, God, Rickie, did I hurt you?"
"No," I stammered. "It just felt so good for someone else to
touch me that I couldn't help the reaction."
She reached out her hand again and wrapped it around my cock,
holding it lightly in her grip. "If it feels so good for me to
touch you, why don't you let me give you the relief you need.
Tell me what I'm supposed to do."
"Just hold lightly like that and rub your hand up and down.
That's all it takes." After a fews strokes, she had the hang
of it and all I could do was moan in reaction.
After just a few strokes, she stopped and whispered, "Rickie,
would you mind touching me like I'm touching you. That way we
can give each other relief at the same time. Please, will you
do me like I'm doing you?"
"No," I whispered back, "I would like to do that very much.
I've never touched a girl before, though, and you will have to
show me what I'm supposed to do."
Lennie took my trembling hand and guided it between her thighs.
I felt the crinkled hair of her pubic area and then I felt the
swollen labial lips that were nestled in its midst. Moving a
finger between those lips, I found she was wet and slick there,
like someone had coated her with some like of slickum. It was
incredibly hot, too, like the heat of her body had concentrated
in that one spot. I moved my finger up and down the slickened
furrow and found a little bump right at its top. Lennie jumped
as my fingertip moved across it, and she grabbed my hand,
whispering, "Yes, right there. Feel that bump? It's my feel-
good spot. Just make sure you touch it real often." I was
soon stroking my finger up and down her wet furrow, moving it
from top to bottom and lightly touching the little bump each
time. She muttered "Ummm, yes," and thrust her hips toward my
each of my hand strokes. "Yes, yes," she whispered softly,
"keep doing it just like that--I'm so hot it won't take much
more."
I could hardly believe Lennie was talking like that. Even
though her remark about having never seen a cock before con-
vinced me she was still a virgin, she seemed to know as much
and to be as interested in sex as I was. From the way she was
reacting to my touch, her excitement was at least a match formine.
And talking excitement--now that she had me stroking her to her
satisfaction, she had returned her attention to my cock and
matched her hand movements on it with those I was using on her
wet pussy. I couldn't control my hips, but thrust them up to
her hand, meeting each of her hand strokes with an upward push
of my rigid shaft.
Lennie was reacting in a similar manner, pushing her wet sex
toward my hand and squirming her hips around in little circles.
We could see the man on the screen moving his ass rapidly as
though he were screwing the girl hard and fast. From the moans
coming from the speaker, I could tell the couple on the screen
was building up to the same sort of massive orgasm that was
rushing upon Lennie and me. Almost as if we had discussed and
agreed to such action, Lennie and I increased the pace of our
motions, racing with the couple on the screen, seeking to reach
orgasm at the same time as our cinematic counterparts. After a
few moments of this action, it was impossible to distinguish
the sounds we were making from those coming from the speaker.
Although having my hand in a girl's pussy for the very first
time and seeing the couple screw on the screen had worked me up
to a level of passion I had never before experienced, I wasn't
the first to come. Lennie was first. She threw her head back
against the truck seat and pushed her hips hard against my
hand, clamping her thighs tightly together. Her whole pelvis
shuddered and moved with rapid little jerks. She moaned
softly, "Oooohhhhhhhh, yesssssss! Oh, God, I'm there! Oh,
God, I'm coming, commminngg, cummmiinnnng." Her moans faded
off and she slowly relaxed her thighs from my hand, her
breathing still labored. She opened her eyes and said softly,
"Oh, God, I came like I never have before." She gripped my
cock in her hand once more and asked, "Did you come, too?"
"No," I whispered, "not yet. I'm almost there, though. Just
do what you were doing before."
Lennie resumed her stroking of my cock, moving her hand up to
the pulsating head. Seeing Lennie orgasm had made me almost
come and pre-come now covered the plum-red knob. She moved her
hand into the wetness and said, "The top is all wet. Are you
sure you didn't come?"
"No, I'm just wet from excitement, like you were. Keep that up
just a few more strokes and I'll get there. You'll know it when
I do."
The couple on the screen had finished and the man was now
standing, leaving the girl on the bed with her knees up and
legs spread apart. Her pussy was wide open and I could see a
little of the pink flesh inside her labial lips. I imagined
that it had been my cock that just explored that hair-covered
joy hole and filled it with my hot outpouring. Lennie's
stroking had made my whole cock slick with pre-come, and her
strokes and touches were giving me almost unbearable pleasure.
That pleasure coupled with my fantasy about the girl on the
screen did it for me and it was now my turn to jerk and thrust
and moan. I pushed my hips up, thrusting my cock hard into her
hand. It swelled and jerked and a huge glob of sperm erupted
from it and shot up into the air, hitting the dash board of the
truck. It was immediately followed by another one, and then
another. Now it was no longer shooting in the air, but
spurting more weakly, just flowing over Lennie's hand and
dripping onto my groin. Lennie was still stroking it, her hand
covered in jism, slick and wet. I had grunted with each spurt
of sperm and only now began to relax and quieten down. My cock
was still rigid and hard, even though it had quit jerking and
come had finally stopped flowing. I put my hand on Lennie's
and stopped her motions, but she kept her hand on my rigidity,
just squeezing lightly with little loving caresses. I managed
finally to whisper, "In case you didn't figure it out, I just
came."
Lennie whispered with a trace of awe in her voice, "Oh, God,
did you EVER! I had no idea it would be like that. I knew
from sex-ed that boys shot sperm out their penises when they
had a climax, but you must have squirted a whole gallon. It's
all over everything."
"Well, that's more than I usually do. My being able to touch
you and having you touch me made me so excited that I just kept
coming and coming."
"You liked touching me?" Lennie whispered.
"Oh, God, yes. Did you like my touching you?"
Lennie's hand squeezing my cock harder and she murmured, "Yes!
Yes! I loved it. I've been wanting a boy to touch me there
for the longest, and it finally happened."
Lennie's hand on my cock was beginning to feel real good again,
and I knew that if she kept stroking me I soon would be
baptizing the truck with another load of my jism. I put my
hand down on the inside of Lennie's thigh and ran it up to
where I made contact with her pussy. "Want to do it again?" I
asked softly.
Lennie put her other hand behind my head and pulled my face
down to hers. She put her lips against mine and just brushed
them lightly together. "Yes!" she whispered, "I want to do it
again, and then again, over and over until we can't do it
any more. But I also want to see what I'm doing. I want to be
able to see your penis, to be able to look at it in full light,
not the darkness here in the truck." She brushed her lips
against mine again, a little teasing kiss that made my cock
throb even harder, and said, "There's no one at the house,
Rickie. We'll have it all to ourselves. We can take off all
our clothes and see each other completely, touch each other all
over. We have the whole weekend alone, and we can do anything
we want to. I can really play like I'm your wife."
I remembered her comment earlier about being my wife and the
enigmatic smile she had on her face when she said it. There
were all sorts of things she could mean by the statement, and I
could hardly wait to find out what promises it held. I reached
under the seat and got out a box of paper napkins and between
the two of us we soon had the truck and ourselves cleaned up
and our clothes back in place. All the evidence of our mutual
passion was now cleared away. All, that is, except the scent
of passion that still filled the truck.
Lennie sat up tight against me as we rode home, her hand
between my legs, lightly rubbing across my bulging cock. I
wanted to touch her too, but needed to keep both hands on the
steering wheel. I mentally vowed to make up for lost time just
as soon as we got home.
Just before we came to a filling station, Lennie said, "Rickie,
stop here. I need to tinkle real bad."
I stopped the truck and Lennie went to the girl's room. I was
glad she wanted to stop because I needed to go pretty badly
myself. When I went into the restroom, I saw a condom
dispenser on the wall. Although I couldn't imagine Lennie's
and my needing them, I nonetheless used up all my change and
got four of them. In any event, I would be prepared if the
chance to use a condom ever came up.
Lennie came out of the restroom shortly after I had gotten back
into the truck and was smiling real big. "You must feel
better," I said.
Lennie scooted over next to me and laid her head on my shoulder
and put her hand back between my legs. "Yeah, everything's
taken care of," she said. "Now, take me home. Take me home so
I can continue my first date."
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