I Hate To Admit It, I Was Boy Then, Not A Man , Not Even Close To It

I flunked out of college in the first semester and got a job at a diner as a busboy. The morning counter waitress was an older woman, to me, mid thirties and claimed to have been a dancer in Las Vegas. She took it upon herself to help me lose my virginity. She invited me over to her place and sat me down with a beer and a new Penthouse.

Page by page we went through the Penthouse, admiring the beauties. She had me read to her out loud the letters to Xaviera, she stroked my dick in my jeans, rubbing her tits against me. I had forgotten about the beer when she opened her blouse, no bra to deal with, and held my face between her tits to suffocate me. I was so hard I had to unbutton my jeans to let my dick out of prison which she took in her hand while she kissed me.

I had up to that day never seen a woman, her bush covered everything, but she was by then completely naked, and sat back on her sofa with her legs wide open 'come on boy, what are you waiting for'.

She was wet, and my dick slipped in without hesitation, my pea brain couldn't deal with it. On her back on the sofa I slid in and out and came suddenly. She gave me the look of complete disappointment 'you kids get hard but come too quickly'. And with that I got my first lesson on rubbing a clitoris. 'Want a piece of advice kid?, want to make a girl happy, find her clit'.

I needed a few more lessons before I was able to control my ejaculation, at least long enough before she told me to 'let it go honey, you can't hold it forever'.

I should say, I got back into college, through the local JC route and the state college.