In the mid 1970s I was fifteen. My father returned to college to get his phd and we moved into a trailer park near campus. There was a group of graduate students who lived in the trailer next door and they would whistle at me and make rude comments. They were on the porch drinking beer one afternoon and one of them stopped me and asked me if I liked to fuck because he sure would like to fuck me. He unzipped his pants and showed me his penis, which got erect. He asked me to hold it. With his erect penis in my hand he touched me between the legs. He told me to follow him into the trailer and he took me to a room and told me I was going to get my first fucking.

He was about to fuck me when this other student walked in and told him to leave me alone. He told me to get dressed and to tell his roommate to fuck off.

Some weekends later there was a party next door and I went over to see what was going on. There was lots of beer and some people were smoking pot. Some girls were getting fucked in the bedrooms and other girls were giving blow jobs in the living room. My friend, who had stopped me from getting fucked told me I could watch but not participate. He did stand me against a wall and rubbed my pussy and asked me if I liked it. He told me I could give him a blow job but that was it, he was saving me for later.

I watched other girls so I did the same and he sat on the chair in the living room while I gave him my first blow job and he helped me clean up after he came. I sat in his lap while the other people got drunk and high and screwed all over the place. Finally, he said it was time and he took me back to a room and closed the door he told me he was going to fuck my lights out. He got totally naked and he had me get totally naked. He ate me and then got on me and asked me if I was ready to get a rocket up my c**t. I was ready, and when he stuck it in all the way I came. I couldn't hold it, I didn't know how. He had to fuck me from behind so he could come to.

By the time my father finished his work for his phd I was well trained. Sex after we left and went on to my father's job teaching at another university was never the same. I still think of my first lover. He went on to get his phd and works for a pharmaceutical company in research. I got my education degree and a masters and taught junior high.

Life moved on, but the memories of that year and half when I first came into my own stay with me. I have never been able to replicate that feeling, wild, prohibited, wrong, disobedient, forbidden sex.