When I was in high school I worked part time early mornings before the cook came in, opening a diner at 6 AM every day, taking in the bag of fresh donuts and bagels out in front. I'm still an average girl, trim, wear glasses and it cannot be said I "turn heads". However, I have my desires. One of them was, Tom McLaglen, the big state trooper that came in for a doughnut and coffee every day at 6:30 AM, getting the first cup, often before anyone else came in. Tom. the trooper was burly, yet handsome, like a handsome bear. I used to get turned on the second the front door opened.

Hankering away for two years, when I finally turned 18 I knew I was headed for college, graduating from school and leaving the area, perhaps forever. One morning, breathlessly, I said to Tom, "Can we talk?" He said, "Sure, darlin', we always talk." "No," I said, my crazy desire taking hold, "I've never done it and want you to be the first. Will you think about it?" Tom asked if I had a driver's license and I showed it to him. He then took me by the hand and we walked into the storage room behind the dining area. He slowly took my little panties off and began giving me oral just as I had seen it hundreds of times on my computer, while masturbating, often thinking of Tom and what he would be like.

I saw stars. Then, I heard his belt unbuckling and out came this massive bear cock. Seeing my fright, Tom said, "Not to fear, darlin' my wife's even a smaller lady than you and you're now very wet. It will slide in easily, you'll see."

Sure enough, I felt my hymen pop with a sting of pain then felt this mammoth chunk of hard meat sliding inside me. It was heavenly. It filled me and felt as if it was entering my tummy. Tom really loved it and he said so. I could not believe what was happening... then I heard the front door ringer going off. Without putting my panties on, I straightened out my skirt and went and got a customer I knew well his coffee and bagel returning hastily to the storage room. There, on the cot, was Tom, his pants open and down to his knees. His giant, hooked cock up in the air. I straddled him, I slid him in, feeling a slight tinge of pain again but this time the sheer pleasure was overwhelming. Fucking him up and down and rolling my hips, sensually, I said, "Oh Tom, I waited for this for so long ... a long time." "Did, you darlin', it's very fine," he said, rapidly moving in and out of me and breathing hard and hot on my neck, causing me to keep wetting.

I was happy that I was on top because when he was on top of me most of me disappeared under him. I was learning sex stuff by the second and if I died right then and there it would not have bothered me. We fucked for another ten minutes or so, then he pulled out and came in big spurts on the tile floor and gave me a deep, kiss, tongue and all, and we returned to the dining area just minutes before the morning crowd started to come in. I never got another chance with Tom but we have spotted each other now and them, downtown, when I came home for Christmas or other holidays, and waved at each other, happily.

For Tom, I was probably just another "Dudley Do-Right" mission accomplished. For me, it was the first day of my womanhood. The lesson, "The squeaking wheel gets the grease" went well for me. I squeaked and I got the grease.