Popping My Cherry When I Was Up At Grandma's

When I was fifteen I went to spend some time with my Grandmother. She lived out of state on a farm. It was my mother's idea to go spend time there, and maybe learn a little about working hard. She has very deep memories of farm chores. But I was raised in the city.

There were a couple of boys who lived close by and I met them. They came over and my grandmother kept an eye on me. I got a lecture about boys, they are coming over to get between your legs, so keep your knees together.

One afternoon, it was hot, I was wearing a simple pullover dress and I was in the barn looking for a kitten. The older boy came in and asked me what I was doing. We looked together until we found the kitten. He told me, 'you know that's called a pussy', pointing to me. It's fuzzy like a kitten, it purrs when you rub it. I was on my back on the floor of the barn and he was over me taking his pants down. 'Take off your panties and open you legs'. It was over pretty fast. Mostly what I remember was having to look up at him and his hard erection.

Nothing came of it, I didn't get pregnant, I didn't tell anyone. I went on with my life, all I knew is that I was no longer a virgin. I saw him again when my Grandmother died, he was married to a local girl and had two children. We did not talk about the kitten in the barn that afternoon.

I had named that kitten Shushie, and from that day to today when I think of my pussy, I call it Shushie. My husband knows that it's his Shushie, I gave it to him for keeps when we got married. And his Shushie purrs when he caresses her.