Tigermoth,
I did not tell her at that time, but later we sorta joked about it.
The first time I had sex was with the same girl about 2 weeks after the hand job, (Summer of 1982). My best friend and I came up with this great idea to put up a tent in my back yard and invite Regina and her friend to sneek out one night. We had planned everything perfectly. We divided the tent with a sheet hanging from the top for privacy. We had a bottle of Jack Daniels, a six-pack of beer and a dozen condoms. We were ready. We just had to wait until dark and then until 11:30pm when we thought everyone was asleep.
I had a big german shepard at the time so we actually put the tent outside our fence. There was no way in hell the girls would come if my dog was around, his bark would scare the shit out of just about anyone.
The big night comes and I am bangin’ away as only a 13-14 year old virgin could. I have to admit I actually had a lack of sensation with the rubber on. After about 10 minutes or so I took the rubber off and it didn’t take long then.
I must back up a bit here and explain a few things first.
All night I was a complete freak, telling everyone to quite because my dog would start barking and my mother would wake up and so on and so on…. Where was I? That’s right I was bangin away like a 13 year old virgin who was just about to cum.
So here I am experiencing the single greatest feeling in the world for a 13 year old and I let out a few loud, “Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh shit, Oh yea, etc…” And all of sudden my dog starting barking and the girls were startled and they started screaming and that made my dog bark even more. I’m still finishing when my mom turns on the outside light and just as she did the other girl runs out of the tent smack into the fence and cuts her forehead. Blood is all over her face and she is crying, my dog is barking, my friend is laughing his ass off, my mother is yelling at me and all this time I am thinking, “when can I do this again?”
My mom ran out to check on the girl as my friend, Regina and I got dressed. My mom took her inside and cleaned her up, the whole first aid thing. I think I convinced my mom we were just hanging out. She said she could smell beer so I told her we stole a couple of beers from my brother. I got in trouble for drinking, but that was it. My mother never asked exactly what we were doing or anything else.
We had these “Tent Events” nearly every weekend that summer. I guess Regina and I had sex about 20 more times that summer.
My first blow job ended up in the emergency room. I will save that for another time, my wife is snooping trying to figure out just what the hell I am writing about.
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