Today I am 53 years old, when this happened I was a seventeen year old young man with strong sexual desires.

A newly web couple moved into the house at the end of the road. A tiny house a man build with scraps from houses he built. The guy was probably 22 and his wife was 19 years old. She had graduated high school and worked at the mall card shop. He worked for the owner of the house and got a good deal on the rent.

But the newly weds did not seem to be working out well, they would argue all the time. I could hear them, then he would get pissed and leave. To his moms house where he would stay for the week. On the weekend he would come back, try to patch things up. The young bride got tired of this, told him to stay away. She would live alone and he could do what he wanted.

Then she got lonely in that tiny house. I stopped by when she was sitting on the steps, ask if she wanted to go for a ride. I took her to the store, and few other places. She ask if I would stay for dinner. We became friends over that week, when I picked her up from the mall to save her taxi fare. We stopped off for a burger and then back to her house, watch TV on the sofa. I made my move and she did not stop me at all. From the sofa to the bedroom where we had great sex. marathon sex went on for as long as we could take it,eventually exhausted we slept. Waking in the morning and having sex most of the day.

She loved sex and told me if her husband loved sex as much as she did, they would never argue. He wanted to parade her around and impress his friends. Then get back home and do nothing to or for her. But go to bed and ask her for a blow job.

Just wanted to share a memory of my teens, thanks for reading.