Straight Female / 52
We were fourteen and sitting in his dad's new pickup listening to the radio. It had bench seats. We talked for a long time.
Out of the blue he asked me if I had ever had ever been touched. I said no, and he asked me if I had ever had my tits touched. I said no. He told me he had never had his dick touched either.
The silence lasted forever. Finally I asked him if he wanted to touch my pussy. He said yes, but I told him not to finger me, just touch my pussy, he said ok. I opened my legs and he put his hand between my legs and touched me, he said he couldn't feel anything because my jeans were too tight. I opened my jeans and he stuck his hand down, but he couldn't really touch me, so I pushed my jeans further down and he started to touch my pussy through my panties. I asked him if he wanted some tits, and I opened my shirt and pulled my bra down and he latched on to my tit and put his hand down hard on my pussy and inside my panties. Soon I had my panties down with my jeans, he had a finger inside my vagina and sucking hard on my boob and then on my neck. He had taken his penis out and kept grabbing my hand to hold his penis, and then I got pulled under him and he fought to push my pants off and he found my vagina and he started to hump me and kiss my neck real hard.
He had finished already, when I heard the top of the cab being banged on real hard and his father yelling what us two kids were doing in there. I finally got my pants back up and opened the door.
We must have looked terrible, he was so flushed, I kept holding his face, my pants were all bunched up and his were still down. I helped him get his pants back up. We were marched into the living room, and his dad called my parents. We had to confess that we had intercourse, my shirt was pulled down to count the marks on my neck and my boobs, my mother started counting when I had my last period, his father kept yelling at him for being stupid, I was led out of the house by my mother and my father stayed to talk with his father, he told me later that it was all about us having to get married, that I was damaged goods.
My mother asked me why I had done it, she asked me if I didn't have any respect for myself, she told me that my father was going to want me to get married, that I better like that boy because I was going to spend the rest of my life with him, that I was too young to have a baby, but we would deal with that later, she turned me around when we got to my house and held my cheeks.
We sat down at the breakfast table and she told me that was what was wrong, it felt so darn good that we were willing to through our lives away for a boy. She figured that where was every chance that I was pregnant and to go upstairs and clean up and get ready for bed. She held me tight, tighter than I had been held for a long time, when I was ready for bed she came and sat on my side and told me that I was going to be ok, life happened and that I was going to have a beautiful baby.
Out of the blue he asked me if I had ever had ever been touched. I said no, and he asked me if I had ever had my tits touched. I said no. He told me he had never had his dick touched either.
The silence lasted forever. Finally I asked him if he wanted to touch my pussy. He said yes, but I told him not to finger me, just touch my pussy, he said ok. I opened my legs and he put his hand between my legs and touched me, he said he couldn't feel anything because my jeans were too tight. I opened my jeans and he stuck his hand down, but he couldn't really touch me, so I pushed my jeans further down and he started to touch my pussy through my panties. I asked him if he wanted some tits, and I opened my shirt and pulled my bra down and he latched on to my tit and put his hand down hard on my pussy and inside my panties. Soon I had my panties down with my jeans, he had a finger inside my vagina and sucking hard on my boob and then on my neck. He had taken his penis out and kept grabbing my hand to hold his penis, and then I got pulled under him and he fought to push my pants off and he found my vagina and he started to hump me and kiss my neck real hard.
He had finished already, when I heard the top of the cab being banged on real hard and his father yelling what us two kids were doing in there. I finally got my pants back up and opened the door.
We must have looked terrible, he was so flushed, I kept holding his face, my pants were all bunched up and his were still down. I helped him get his pants back up. We were marched into the living room, and his dad called my parents. We had to confess that we had intercourse, my shirt was pulled down to count the marks on my neck and my boobs, my mother started counting when I had my last period, his father kept yelling at him for being stupid, I was led out of the house by my mother and my father stayed to talk with his father, he told me later that it was all about us having to get married, that I was damaged goods.
My mother asked me why I had done it, she asked me if I didn't have any respect for myself, she told me that my father was going to want me to get married, that I better like that boy because I was going to spend the rest of my life with him, that I was too young to have a baby, but we would deal with that later, she turned me around when we got to my house and held my cheeks.
We sat down at the breakfast table and she told me that was what was wrong, it felt so darn good that we were willing to through our lives away for a boy. She figured that where was every chance that I was pregnant and to go upstairs and clean up and get ready for bed. She held me tight, tighter than I had been held for a long time, when I was ready for bed she came and sat on my side and told me that I was going to be ok, life happened and that I was going to have a beautiful baby.
