I didn't grow up protected or anything, we were church people and we were several kids and all but conversations about the birds and the bees were out in the open. Our mother and grandmother were not the shy types and they talked about it, the date when it all happened to them, my mother in the back seat of my grandfather's car and my grandmother one moonlit night at a fall church outing at this parishioner's small farm. We listened, at the time we first heard the stories we were becoming teenagers and after we went to bed we thought about that, what was it going to be like.

I went through high school and no one put me in the back seat of the car. I went to church events and no one took me back into a pasture on a moonlit night. I went to college and I became a tutor for freshman but no one took me and grabbed me or a copped a feel. I graduated from college and took a job in the city working in advertising as a copy proof reader. The place was buzzing with people and they came and went all day and I didn't really meet anyone, no one asked me out and I had lunch alone and learned to just walk around and go to the library and escape into travel books.

My second year I was there one of the roommates in the apartment where I was renting a room moved out and we had to find a new girl to move in. We all posted on the bulletin boards at work and this one girl from my work asked where and how much and if I lived there to. She took the room. The first day when she moved in I helped her get all her things arranged and she asked me to help her put her clothes away. I felt sort of bad putting her underwear and socks in the drawer and when we were done she thru herself on her bed spread-eagled with her skirt well above her waist. I looked, he panties showing, her legs spread wide apart, I stared. She saw me because we exchanged looks and she kept her legs wide open and let me look, she pulled the rest of her skirt up over her waist and let me continue to look.

Nothing like this had ever happened to me, I was all hot and bothered looking at her and her legs stayed open, wide open on the bed, her panties staring at me, her crotch clearly marked. She drew her knees up and laid her legs open and put her arms out and invited me to come to her. She put me between her legs and held me tight against her and asked if I wanted to kiss. She felt more than knew that I was new to all this, she ran her hands down my side and up and over my rear end, she brought her arms around my neck and kissed me on the mouth. After a second or maybe an hour I don't know she pushed me over and got on top of me and started to unbutton my blouse and then her own.

Not a word was said, she unclasped her bra and let her breast float free and she reached under me to unclasp my bra and she put her hands on my breasts and took my nipples in her fingers and twisted them tight. She leaned over and ran her breasts all over my face putting first one nipple and then the other in my mouth. Leaning down, with her mouth close to my ear she said 'girl time' and she got off of me and took of her skirt and her panties and stood naked before me and reached for my pants and slowly pulled them off followed by my panties and I lay naked on my back.

Her mouth was hot, she kept my legs open with her hands, she used her tongue and lips, nibbling here and there, sucking on my clit. It was my first time and I wasn't able to resist and I went into an orgasm for the first time. She let me rest for a minute, sat on top of my chest, her pussy a few centimeters away, she said that wanted me to see her, she liked being seen. To stare into her and then she would let me have her to eat. After a few moments she lifted herself a bit and leaned over and put her pussy on my face and I opened my mouth and ate and ate and ate.

We have remained lovers for the longest time, she worked in the accounts department and we rode the bus to work in the day. Some days when the talk is about the birds and the bees I smile and say well it was all different for me. In my case there was no bee, it was flower to flower, and it has always been that way. She listens and laughs and tells me that bees are only good for pollinating but who wants to be pollinated anyways.