MY FIRST TIME

During my first two semesters at college I kept seeing this beautiful young lady on campus; at the service counter in the Spartan bookstore and even at some concerts I went to. I was enthralled. She was drop-dead gorgeous. Her face occupied my dreams and fantasies for days to come. I was instantly hot over her the first time I saw her and I'd linger in that part of the store whenever I saw her there. She had long, full dark brown hair down to the top of her ass.

On June 20, 1976, my buddy and I went to see a concert in L.A. I spotted this beauty there walking down the aisle in front of us.

“Bink, see that girl with the long, brown hair? Do you know her?”

“Yeah,” he said. “She’s gorgeous. She works in the book store.”

The next day, I started working at the Creation Dock Seafood Exchange restaurant in the touristy part of town. While cleaning up on my first day (I was hired as groundskeeper/janitor/prep cook), this same radiant woman walked by me and said, “Hi.” Needless to say, I was astonished that she worked there, as fate would have it.

I watched her working at the waitress station, from my peephole in the kitchen. I lingered at my tasks a bit until I had a chance to catch her eye again and I took my shot. Getting ballsy with a beautiful woman for the first time in my life. “How’d you like that concert in L.A. last night?”

“How do you know I went?” she asked, blown away that I’d noticed her.

“I never forget a pretty face.” I was shocked as the words flowed gracefully, if horridly clichéd, from my lips. I found out her name was Jill and I helped her bus some tables when she was busy.

While I was on break, eating lunch in the empty bar, she came up and bought me a beer. When I told her how old I was, she was again, surprised. She thought I was her age (I was 19). She was a beautiful, experienced, seductive 23-year-old. Half-Thai, half-Irish, her family from Oregon.

The next day, she asked if I wanted to get a six-pack and hangout after work. Well, yeah but she'd have to buy because I was only 19. We sat in my car at the marina and got to know each other a bit. I was entranced.

We’d visit over lunch for about a week, getting to know each other pretty quickly. Then one day after work, she came over to my apartment and went swimming for a while. She threw her arms around me at one point and I sprouted a tremendous hard-on. She later told me that from that point on she decided to “scheme on” me. If I would’ve been more cognizant of that fact, I wouldn’t have been able to handle it. I was really in awe and intimidated by the insanely beautiful girl.

One evening shortly thereafter, I was half-in-the-bag and playing guitar in my bedroom with my roomie and Jill showed up. She said that she had gotten into a fight with her boyfriend, Rex, who she lived with in the next beach town up the coast about three miles. She asked if she could stay with me. Of course, I was thrilled, she didn’t have to ask twice. She tossed a brown paper sack at me that held a fresh pair of panties and a toothbrush. Traveling light. I loved a girl with a plan but I wasn't quite ready for her directness. I was not used to this at all but I would sure try!

This first night she fell asleep (she was buzzed when she got there) and I slept totally naked with a woman for the first time in my life. Let me rephrase that: I spent the night in bed naked with a naked woman for the first time. I did not sleep. I laid wide awake, staring at her beautiful sleeping face, smelling her hair, looking at her miraculous dark brown nipples and marveled at her soft inner thighs wrapped over my legs. I will never forget those racing hours.

After that we started seeing each other after work everyday. It was a beautiful, sunny, blue day there outside my old Pinto where we'd sit outside in the liquor store parking lot watching the sailboats come into the harbor. By the time we had gone back for four more beers--each time the price changing, by the way, even the clerk was distracted by her smile-—she had told me her life story. She was having problems with Rex. She’d lived with him for over a year and they had been fighting for at least ten months. She was having thoughts of moving away from him. She asked if she could sleep with me when she was lonely and upset. Hell, yeah!

We got along grandly for a month or so, sneaking kisses in the bar or the kitchen at work, going farther in the walk-in fridge, almost making love. We'd swim and go to concerts. She finally moved away from Rex, to a place only two blocks away from me. He’d been treating her like shit, hitting her and she had had enough.

She was a tremendously sexual creature. She thrived on sex and all of its eccentricities. She liked to be extremely open in public. In other words, she would tease all day and make out all night. She used to enjoy being the initiator and the aggressor. Both of which, I was in dire need of and very acceptant of this new development in my life.

Jill would come over and jerk me off in the walk in closet while my friends were out in the front room. We’d roll around for hours, sucking face, rubbing all over each other. In our previous nights together, I’d gone down on her a couple of times and she'd always pull me up (I obviously had no idea what I was doing) but instead of telling me what she wanted, she'd pull me up to her mouth and say she wanted to lick her wetness off of my face. Her delicious pussy was the most incredibly gorgeous I have ever seen (and the first I had tasted). Her sparse black hair was as silky as anything I'd ever experienced. I was mesmerized.

She’d also gone down on me a couple of times before (did I mention the walk-in fridge at work?) but I was always SO nervous. So afraid, that I'd not know what to do that I had trouble staying erect when we'd get close to fucking. I thought that there was some secret that I didn’t know and was very afraid to be thought of as inexperienced (although I certainly was).

I was a nervous wreck. A virgin at 19. By this time, we had been around each other for a couple of months, fairly often, a couple of nights a week at least. But she had this louse of boyfriend and there was lots of confusion on both our parts. I just needed the big push to take the step. At times, we'd make the mistake of drinking way too much alcohol. I remember her saying, “Someday, we’re gonna have to not drink so much. Someday we’re gonna have to just fuck.” Gotcha. But, I was scared to death.

Finally, about the time school started back up in the fall, I got fed up with work and quit the restaurant. No more getting drunk with the boss after hours in the bar; no more free meals and no more Jill everyday. My college rock band was just forming and 4-5 nights a week we rehearsed inland about 20 miles away from the beach. With all the running around, we saw each other less and less.

In August, we attended a Crosby, Stills & Nash concert at the Arena. At one point, after she played with my cock, her hand in my pants up in our seats near the roof of the joint, she threw her arms around my neck and she asked me if I loved her. I didn’t know what to say. I'd never been asked this before. Of course, I thought I knew how I felt, but I was scared. She was still, sort of, with somebody else. I was still heartbroken from my first high school sweetheart. I was young and stupid, afraid of committing myself. I hedged a bit, dumb me.

She said, she found herself falling in love with me. I said that I really didn’t know, I was scared of being hurt again.

The music diffused the conversation and on the way home we were joking around and then I said something that set her off. It had started when she asked me what I was looking at as we drove home and a drunk girl with her tits hanging out walked out into the street and I had to slam on my brakes for her to stumble by.

“I had to stop for the road block,” I joked and she said, "So you wish I had bigger tits?" What? She had issues about her breast size and got pissed if I mentioned tits at all. She was picking a fight, I guess. She gave me the silent treatment all the way home.

She'd taken my comment personally and said she'd heard this shit all the time from Rex and that she was tired of feeling bad about herself. I think she was really pissed that I didn't answer her affirmatively earlier about being in love with her. I tried to explain that I wasn’t being malicious or even directing any tit comment at her, to no avail. She ran into my apartment and cranked the stereo up, started dancing and tuned me out for an hour.

A big wall went up and I got tired of trying to talk and being ignored so I got pissed and went into my room and moped. She eventually came in crying saying, “You don’t understand.”

Yes, I do. “No, you don’t.” and that pissed me off more. I went into the living room, running away from my anger. She followed me in, sat beside me. She finally wiped the tears from her eyes, the pain from her heart and she leaned to me and slid her hand over my crotch. Then she took my hand and lightly led me into the bedroom, an innocent, peaceful look on her face. We headed toward the first, and last, consummation of our love.

We had slept together, fooled around often but we had never yet made love. Though it was not due to the fact that we hadn’t had the opportunity or hadn’t tried.

Too many drinks and too many jokes. But that night, though I couldn't say it, we both discovered somehow that we loved one another and in hindsight it scared us both into defensive strategy.

She trying to justify her love for me with her dissolving relationship with this violent Rex guy. Me, trying to figure out if I was really in love since I was still pining for Joni and still blindly hopeful that Joni and I would work out somehow. Strange night…but then it happened.

Sliding down onto the bed, she enveloped me in her soft, warm legs. Undressing herself above me, her eyes never left mine. As she pulled her top up over her head, I saw her amazing child-like body. Her beautiful tiny breasts tipped by dark nipples, lengthening before my eyes as her long, thick dark brown hair brushed over them like clouds hiding a beautiful moon.

She told me to take off my shirt, as I did her eyes followed down my chest and she unbuckled my pants and pulled them down over my feet. She rubbed her dark, warm cunt over my stomach. Her pubic hair as soft, a rabbit pelt of black silk, thinly covering her wet pink sacred place. My belly soaked, rose and fell as she slid down on top of my engorged rod. Rolling together, I pressed my face up through her thick hair, trying to get eye to eye with her dark almondine crescents there in the cave of mane that fell on my shoulders and surrounded my head. Our lips met, her tongue darting into me in time with my cock between her legs. Our bodies melding into one.

She moaned like a wild cat, we rolled together onto the floor and I slipped underneath again for the pleasure of feeling her waist-length hair caress my shoulders and chest again, while she kissed my forehead and ears. The huge pillow on the floor was soft and spongy beneath us and as I rolled again, I felt her legs tighten and clinch behind my back. She was moving furiously, gasping for air and I thought she’d buck me off... On the edge, I moved faster, her fingers clawing at my ass. I collapsed in her arms and we lay satiated. In a little while she got up, stumbled to the bathroom in the hall and puked up the last three shots of cheap tequila and I half-hoped that wouldn’t be the normal reaction every time I made love in the future!

We woke sometime later, dawn was creeping through the plants in the windowsill. A big jet shook the glass pane as the first morning flight slipped out of town over our heads. I kissed her awake and as she moved against me, I slowly sunk my hips into her and we made slow, passionate morning love our lips never parting until we had both shivered the day awake.

I felt like a million pound weight had been lifted from my shoulders. She was my 1st real sex. Of course, even before that night I was lost and in love with her but still, held a fading torch for Joni back in my hometown.

After that, I never heard from her again. In a week or two, I heard Rex had convinced her to move back in with him. I couldn't call her house. My ex-boss wouldn't allow me in the restaurant since I'd quit on him. So when the fall semester started up I walked into the book store and asked for her. "She's not working this semester but I just saw her heading down the the beer garden."

I looked around but didn't see her so I sat at a table and began writing in my journal. A few minutes later, I heard her voice nearby.

"Pierce," she was sitting directly across the table from me. Looking radiant but sad. "I'm moving up to San Luis after this semester to live with my grandma for awhile. Rex is nuts and I couldn't stay in town with you. He'd find us and make our lives miserable. I'm so sorry."

I didn't know what to say. My mouth felt glued shut. There was a knot in my chest and I felt sick to my stomach. She stood up and kissed me on the lips, put her hand on my cheek and turned away. "Jill...thank you." She turned, smiling sadly and then I watched her walk away for what seemed like hours.

FLYBOY

I am standing in the cozy aisle of the Airbus 319 that, five hours later, will deposit me in the sparkly new terminal at Philadelphia International Airport. For now, it is bottleneck crowded as we wait for the slowpokes ahead of us to shove their bulky carry-ons into the overhead bins. Suddenly, I notice through the thin material of my comfortable khaki trousers, a soft touch on my behind.

At first, I thought nothing of it considering our sardined nature in this warm and stuffy tin can as we wait on the tarmac. But, in short order the male in me lit upon the fleeting idea that, “Even if that hand’s persistence is an accident, perhaps it will be a beautiful woman to fuel my fantasies for the next couple of hours.” The airport was full of them—females of all ages dressed in that comfy and casual but stylin’ for vacation look.

I tested the waters by moving a bit left, right, then forward and still felt the presence of the clingy touch moving with me.

“I hope it’s not that tiny, hunched-over octogenarian grandma who smiled at me at the ticket desk” my rational and slightly paranoid mind countered. Then, I realized that what I felt against me felt nothing like the back of a weak, wrinkled hand. I was being goosed by a hard-on, pressed firmly against the cheek of my ass. I could actually feel the heat from it permeating the fabric and beginning to warm my skin.

Finding myself taken by surprise, not just by this unusual occurrence, but also, by the rising sensation of my own growing curiosity, I slowly turned to meet the eyes of a stunningly gorgeous young man in his early 20s. His head was halo’d by a crown of sun-bleached blond curls, his eyes, robin’s egg blue.

I must’ve looked surprised for he gave me a worried but dimpled grin and mouthed the words, “Sorry.” He appearance so beautiful that I was stopped dead in my tracks and just returned the smile, turning quickly around to face the backs of the semi-patient travelers in front of us. His face stayed in my head as I slowly found my way to my seat in the last row of the plane.

Generally, I hate being at the very back of an airplane on a long flight but, being a red-eye, I wound up having the row to myself and was able to stretch out. I had lost track of the hottie in my clamor to my seat, though I hadn’t stopped thinking about him for a second. He must’ve settled in somewhere before I was able to turn and look for him.

As the hours crawled by, most people slept or tried to since there was no movie or meal service on this last flight of the night. Even the steward staff settled into their seats to converse quietly with little to do until some restless soul got the inkling to buzz them for a pillow or blanket.

In the dimly lit distance, I saw the buff looker rise from his seat some twenty rows in front of me. He walked, wobbly with the motion of the plane, towards the rear restrooms just behind my seat. Just as he was to about to pass me, he reached down and dropped a note into the empty aisle seat next to me and continued into the rear compartment.

I clicked on the overhead light and read the tight, small lettering on a ¼ page ripped from a rent-a-car ad in the in-flight magazine. “I apologize,” it read. “I hope I didn’t offend you. Please forgive me. Chad.”

I had no idea how to respond but I knew I must and quickly before he headed back to his seat. I scrawled the first thing that came to me mind, “Please don’t worry. I’m surprised and flattered. P.”

As soon as I signed my name, I heard the door unlatch behind me. For a brief moment, I almost tore up the note and decided to feign sleep, but I felt his presence before I saw him next to my row in the darkness. There were more empty seats on this flight than normal but the sound of people snoring or whispering to each other were all barely discernible through the persistent drone of the jet engines.

I’d never been hit on by a man before, much less an Adonis of either sex, never thought I was their type. Sure, I’d fantasized and had even come to embrace the fact that my sensitive side, emotional make-up and fascination with those big, stiff cocks in all of the straight porn I’d poured over through the years, were all signs that I, too, had both strong male and female sides to my sexual personality. I’d just never had it acted upon before now.

Chad looked down at me and smiled as I handed the note back to him. He stopped in the semi-darkness and I saw the glint of his teeth as he read my words leaning back into the light from the back of the cabin. I motioned to the empty seat on the aisle between us and he slid in beside me, reaching for the pen that I still held in my hand. He wrote on the small space left on the note, “Forgive me but I’m deaf so we’ll have to keep writing if you don’t mind.”

I laughed and tore another page from a magazine in the rack in front of us. “Stop apologizing. I’m a writer by profession so this works out just fine.” We continued like this for a while exchanging pleasantries and introductions.

Eventually, he wrote. “By now, you may have fathomed that I’m gay as well as deaf, how about you?”

“I like to describe myself as ‘open to suggestion’ and I can hear.” Chad smiled at my answer.

I continued to scribble, “In fact, I took an American Sign Language class twenty years ago, but the only thing I really remember is this...” I put a forefinger to my temple and then quickly moved the same fisted hand down hard into my other palm…the slang sign for “Stoned”.

He giggled and wrote, “What a coincidence, I was hard as a rock there in the aisle.” It was my turn to laugh.

Before I knew it, he looked me in the eyes and slid his hand slowly up my right leg. Finding it hard to breathe, I met his gaze, as his strong but delicate fingertips softly moved over my already throbbing cock. I reached up and clicked off the overhead reading lamp. Chad was so gentle, his touch barely lighting on the hard outline that stretched the fabric of my pants and I couldn’t pull my eyes from his. We both grinned like idiots.

Finding my zipper, he carefully slid it down, pulled my engorged wand out with a bit of effort even though I lifted my hips some to help. I lowered my tray table for more camouflage though it was very quiet and still inside the plane as we soared through the darkness across the country. I would think that this is probably quite illegal in most of the states we flew over.

To describe the excitement I felt is impossible. Knowing that at any moment someone might wake from uneasy sleep and need to head back in our direction was almost too much to bear. My heart raced in my chest as I reached my arm across my body, slipping my palm under his open-necked shirt to feel his heart pounding as I made my way to his stiff, right nipple. He leaned in and kissed me briefly, his lips soft, his breathing fast.

As I began to shiver from my toes on up, Chad glanced down the aisle, and turned his head to glance back quickly at the chatting stewards just ten feet behind us. He slowly stroked my hardness with his ultra soft hand for a good ten minutes while alternating between clandestine kisses and the glances up and down the dark aisle. My excitement rose to a fever pitch and I lifted my tray table. In a quick motion, Chad bent and took my entire cock deeply into his mouth as I gloriously shot everything I had down his throat.

In an instant he was sitting up, licking his lips and flashing that extraordinary smile. His hand still wrapped around me, he slipped my damp pole back into my pants.

For ten minutes we grabbed some quick kisses, glancing down the aisle and behind us, wondering if we’d been found out. Tasting my salty sweetness on his lips was one of the most erotic moments I’ve yet to experience.

At some point, from behind us we hear a bell ring, some commotion in the galley and soon the stewards got up and pushed a rolling cart down the aisle past us with cold water and hot coffee, their final act of service in the last hour before the plane began its descent.

Chad quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me out of our seats and into the empty bathroom. It was a tight squeeze as he pulled the door closed behind us. Without words or scrawled notes I knew what he and I had both yearned for since he first pressed his excitement against me in the aisle hours before.

He slipped my pants down past my ass and I heard buzzing sound of his fly coming down. I watched him in the mirror as my fast breathing fogged the glass before me. He reached for the liquid soap and filling his hand, I felt his wet, slippery palm slide up the crack of my ass, which rose to meet his fingers. Following his lead, I filled my hand with the slick, pink liquid and reached behind me. His cock with rock solid, thicker and longer than I had expected and so hot to the touch I thought it might set off the smoke detector above us.

He had somehow already slipped a wrapper over his manhood and no sooner than I had greased up his magnificent pride, he pulled my hand away and pushed his big, heart-shaped head to kiss my awaiting hole. Chad pushed slowly and I felt his fleshy bulb pop into me and as he pushed gently further, I felt as if I was going to pass out.

The pleasure was immeasurable. I watched him licked my right ear in the foggy reflection. His eyes were closed and I turned my head away from his hot mouth until he opened them. With a finger I wrote, “look at me” on the breath-misted mirror and I stared into the reflection of those shining, blue pools.

Slowly, he eased back and forth in me, my first real man after years of rubber cock, vibrators, my own searching fingers and those of the women I could coerce into a little butt play. I couldn’t believe the feeling of pleasure and connection, of naughty invasion and transcendent lust. I felt him reach around and found my tumescent rod, slipping his glistening fingers around it in a warm and massaging grip. Man love, baby.

He began to moan and I put my finger to my lips realizing he didn’t know just how loud he was getting. He laughed and slipped back into his ecstatic state, eyes half shut, breathing hard and fast.

Just as I was about to come into the stainless steel sink, I felt his thrusting stop and my ass filled even fuller as he flexed his hardness inside me and came in a tumultuous shudder. He held on tight, his arms under mine, holding tightly to my shoulders I took my hand to replace his on my pulsing member and in one or two, slow strokes I came all over the sink and mirror.

We leaned against each other silently for what seemed like forever. Pulling ourselves together, I wiped down the sink and he peeked out the door to see that the servers were still just half way down the aisle. There was a pretty woman in her late 20s standing outside the door as we came out, smiles on our faces, cheeks flushed. Her hair was sticking up on one side as if she’d just awakened from a dream. Maybe she’d not believe or recall what she thought she’s seen coming out of a steamy restroom at 30,000 feet. I wasn’t sure I’d believe it later myself.

Back at our seats, we laughed and whispered on paper and I wish I had those notes now. Filthy little notes of teasing and fantasy and comments on those snoozing around us. The only one I kept, I found in the pocket of my pants a day after I arrived at my final port of call. It said, “Until we meet again…”

Before we disembarked, I made the only other ASL sign I knew: ‘Thank you.”