Playing In The Woods

I gave my first blowjob at age 13, to a boy in my neighborhood that I was absolutely in love with named Will.

I had started puberty that spring, though I didn't grow much in the way of boobs or hips (still don't really have them to this day). Add to this a really fair complexion, eyes that were too big for my face (still are, though I love the blue color), a blonde ponytail, and a set of overall shorts, and you have one awkward girl. Will, what a sweetheart, didn't hit his growth spurt until he was 14, so for a short time I was a bit taller than him and was entering womanhood.

I'll never forget the day it happened - we were playing in the woods in our neighborhood, which was on a ridge and essentially connected the top of the hill to the bottom - most of the folks with some money had houses at the top (my mom and I lived up top thanks to her divorce settlement, Will lived closer to the bottom). Will didn't pressure me, he was always the perfect gentleman - I just pulled him to me at some point and kissed him. He was shocked and really didn't know what to do, but we kissed and kissed, fumbling around, grabbing at each other. And at some point I grabbed his dick, which was of course hard.

I don't really know where I learned what a blowjob was, but I remember pushing him against a nearby tree and dropping down to my knees. I took his dick out of his shorts and just started licking it and then sucked it hard. He cried out and said it was too hard, so I went back to licking, doing it all over, drooling for him and in general making a mess. At some point, he started to get even harder, then started cumming, and I just swallowed it all, salty, thin, kind of like snot (since he wasn't quite a man yet, his seed wasn't well developed at all). I told him it was all salty, then I stood up and kissed him, forcing my tongue into his mouth, making him taste it, too. Again, not sure where I learned all that.

From 13 to just after I turned 14 I blew him regularly, getting better and honing my womanly art. He never told his friends, which I think on now as weird and not typical for most kids. But then again my Will was a gentleman. At 14, his family moved and I cried for months, to the point that my mom made me see a counselor.

I'm recently divorced, as I married the next boy that came along toward the end of college. He was an abuser and it really took that long for me to value myself enough to get out of that situation. Thank God we didn't have kids, not sure how I managed that. All I want to do now is look up Will and see where he ended up, and of course if he's single.