Early High School Days

To pass the time I thought I would share some experiences from growing up. We grew up in a small Baptist town in East Texas. The highway came into town an disappeared a mile later over the hill. The main business, the rumor said, was ticketing passers through. My father was the police chief.

The first time started at school, I was in the eighth grade. A tenth grader was putting the move on me. He wanted me to skip the bus and ride home with him. Not only was it strictly forbidden to get in a car with a boy but the car he drove was a hearse, his family owned the funeral home in town. My girlfriend made him promise to take us straight home, she volunteered to come with me.

The three of us sat in the front seat, me in the middle where his hand went up and down my leg. At a stoplight he wanted a kiss, a real girlfriend kiss. I'm not sure I kissed him, but he kissed me feeling up my boob while he kissed me. He said that there wasn't any bodies in the embalming room and he was going to show it to us.

Curiosity got the better of us so we agreed he could take us there. It was a huge room that smelled of chemicals. He gave us the tour, then the tour of the casket room. All the while hugging me to him, feeling up my ass, kissing me, asking me if I wanted to meet his dick. My friend asked me to follow her into the bathroom, she told me I wasn't going home till he fucked me. We just had to make sure he pulled out.

I had my panties pulled off of me on the couch in the bereavement room. My legs were held open by him, my girlfriend wanted to look too. She actually stuck her finger in my vagina first. I got laid back from my sitting position and he got between my legs and I had to grab his dick to line it up. The fucking itself didn't last that long and he did pull out and come on blouse.

Then my friend sucked his dick clean and helped me wipe his come off my blouse. At home she had me sit with my legs open and she washed out my vagina with Coca Cola. When she finished she licked my vagina and the rest of my pussy clean.

We never told anyone I had my cherry popped in a funeral home, or that she learned to lick my pussy that afternoon. We weren't good girls, we got fucked off and on, but when we weren't messing around with some boy we had become experts in eating pussy, making out and slipping and sliding around naked between the sheets.

We graduated too popular for my folks, but what they never guessed is that my girlfriend and I were so much more than just friends.