I decided I would tell someone about my coming of age. That is the euphemism my mother uses about losing your virginity. From the time we were old enough to more or less know my mother told us not to lose our virginity, that it was a gift for our husbands. I think every girl knows that story.

I was sixteen, and I was proud I was being a teenager. I went with my mother to visit a friend of hers who had been operated on. She lived in an apartment complex. I got bored and went outside and stood on the porch looking down at the pool. Then I got bored with that and I went down the stairs and walked around the pool area. After that I went and sat on the flowerbed brick wall to wait for my mother.

A man came by and asked me what I was doing and I told him, and he said ok. After a while he came back and offered me a Coke. I said thanks and he sat beside me to drink the Coke and we started talking. He asked me lots of questions and I asked him his name and he invited me in to see some pictures he had taken on his last trip.

I didn't even notice the door closing behind me, he brought out a book of pictures and sat close beside me and showed them to me and told me all about then. We were both side by side on the small couch and had the book in my lap and he would rub my leg or touch my hair or put his arm around my shoulders. After a while, he said he was going to bring some other pictures to show me, and he came back with another album, and put it in my lap and sat down beside me and put his arm around my shoulder and told me these were artistic pictures.

He held me real tight when he opened the book. The first picture was a picture of him naked. The second and the third picture were all of him naked. He asked me if I liked the pictures, he had his arm completely around me and his other hand on my leg beneath the book, rubbing in and out of my thigh. He told me to keep turning the pages, because the other pictures were real nice and I was really going to like them.

They were all pictures of him naked and pictures of his penis. There were lots of pictures of his erect penis, from lots of angles. I felt his hand reach up to my crotch, when I looked over he kissed me on the lips, it was a long kiss while he moved his hand up into my crotch. When he stopped kissing me and I tried to talk, he kissed me again and again, and he would stop and tell me to be very quiet. My crotch was open and he was rubbing me hard and he kissed me many times. The book feel off my lap on to the floor.

He stopped kissing me and asked me if I wanted to see the real thing because pictures were just pictures. I nodded, and he took his hand away from my crotch and while he still held me he unzipped his pants and unbuckled the belt and pulled out his erect penis. He kissed me hard and pushed his hand up into my crotch again. He told me to hold his penis and not let go while he held me tight against his chest. He told me it was a girl's delight, to hold his penis while he took my pants off.

Every time I wanted to talk, he would kiss me, he stripped me naked and laughed a bit at my boobs, and helped me sit on his lap facing him. I was still holding his penis in my hand.

He asked me get up and put his penis into my vagina and slowly sit on it until he told me to stop. He was going to kiss me while I sat on it until it was all in, to enjoy it and not go too fast, to just enjoy it. I slowly sat on it and slowly made progress until I felt I couldn't get any more in. He grabbed me by my butt and kissed me real hard and helped me move up and down.

That is how I came of age, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Every minute. It is my favorite way, to kiss and sit and take it all in.