Straight Male / 33
I Seduced & Lost My Virginity To My Drunk Female Neighbour
Here's a bit of context before we get started: so I'm 33, I'm happily engaged and I live with my current partner. We both work and live normal lives, and growing up, I had a great childhood. My parents were very supportive and I can't thank them enough for that. Anyway, onto the story.
This is true and happened back when I was 16. My father unfortunately passed away 3 years ago, but still to this day, the rest of my family aren't aware that this happened; neither is my partner. Looking back, I do cringe about it, but shit happens..
So, my family moved from the city to a nice, quaint country town when I was 3 years old. The city was starting to get worse (in terms of crime), so my parents didn't want me growing up in that environment. Like I said, growing up, I lived a normal childhood - went to school, made friends and spent my summers either at friends houses or outdoors on our scooters or making dens. Ultimately, nothing out of the ordinary.
I wasn't a part of the popular groups at school, but I did have a close group of friends. The thought of females and girls never really hit me until I was about 13-14. Once I hit puberty, that's when it really began to become more of a constant thought in my mind.
We lived (& my mum still does to this day) in a nice, quiet cul-de-sac street about half a mile outside the town centre. My family soon got to know the neighbours, and my mum became friends with a woman called Jane (not her real name, but used to protect her identity). Jane was 36 at the time, and had grown up in the town and was living with her partner George (again, not his real name). George was older than Jane, but both seemed like nice people.
My mum and Jane would go shopping, and Jane became such a good family friend that for my 8th Birthday back in 2000, she even came on a trip with my mum & my grandmother to London.
You honestly couldn't meet a nicer woman, but unfortunately, she secretly had a drinking problem. This became worse after her and George split, and she would spend her days drinking in her home. She would jump from job-to-job and was once fired for stealing alcohol from the petrol station she was working it.
By the time I got to 16, girls and females were becoming an ever-constant in my mind. Again, I cringe at the thought now, but looking back, I was aware of Jane's drinking problems, and I was a young, horny guy who wanted to have sex with pretty much any living female. I was still a virgin at the time, but I decided that I was going to attempt to seduce Jane, and then have sex with her.
My parents were both at work one summer's day, and I was home alone. I decided while it was quiet, I was going to create some ridiculous excuse to try and get into Jane's house. Once in, I'd try and seduce her.
I walked the couple of doors down and knocked on the door. Jane answered & I could tell she had been drinking. Although she wasn't drunk, I could see a hazed look in her eyes. I asked if she had anything to drink - not alcoholic, but a soft drink as we'd ran out in our house, and my folks were out. I know, bullshit excuse, but it seemed to work. She invited me in and I sat down on the couch. She was playing music and I smell the faint scent of cigarette smoke. She came back with a lemonade and handed it to me, and we sat and spoke for a few minutes. By this point, my heart was racing.
Eventually, I said I had to go, finished the drink and stood up. She did too, and I asked for a hug. She came in and that's when it happened - in a moment on blind teenage gusto & with raging hormones, I went in for a kiss. Like I said, she had been drinking, but she didn't pull away. In fact, she reciprocated. Here I was, a 16 year old boy with my tongue half-way down the throat of my 36 year old neighbour. It was disgusting, but I could taste the alcohol and cigarette smoke on her breath as we kissed. We fell back onto the couch and then like a dog on heat, I just starting pulling at her pants and underwear.
The next 5-10 minutes is a bit of a blur, but I lay on top of her and we had sex. I didn't last long, but I did cum fairly quickly. Soon after, I got up and left.
This carried on for a few months; we continued to have sex when we were alone, and she taught me quite a lot. I ended up moving to university and our summer fling ended. When I visit my mum now, Jane no longer lives at the property. Her house is up for sale and has been empty for a while. I'm not entirely sure where she is, or what happened to her. Like I said, nobody ever found out about what happened. I do cringe looking back, but she was a desperate older woman, and I was a young, horny guy. It is what it is.
This is true and happened back when I was 16. My father unfortunately passed away 3 years ago, but still to this day, the rest of my family aren't aware that this happened; neither is my partner. Looking back, I do cringe about it, but shit happens..
So, my family moved from the city to a nice, quaint country town when I was 3 years old. The city was starting to get worse (in terms of crime), so my parents didn't want me growing up in that environment. Like I said, growing up, I lived a normal childhood - went to school, made friends and spent my summers either at friends houses or outdoors on our scooters or making dens. Ultimately, nothing out of the ordinary.
I wasn't a part of the popular groups at school, but I did have a close group of friends. The thought of females and girls never really hit me until I was about 13-14. Once I hit puberty, that's when it really began to become more of a constant thought in my mind.
We lived (& my mum still does to this day) in a nice, quiet cul-de-sac street about half a mile outside the town centre. My family soon got to know the neighbours, and my mum became friends with a woman called Jane (not her real name, but used to protect her identity). Jane was 36 at the time, and had grown up in the town and was living with her partner George (again, not his real name). George was older than Jane, but both seemed like nice people.
My mum and Jane would go shopping, and Jane became such a good family friend that for my 8th Birthday back in 2000, she even came on a trip with my mum & my grandmother to London.
You honestly couldn't meet a nicer woman, but unfortunately, she secretly had a drinking problem. This became worse after her and George split, and she would spend her days drinking in her home. She would jump from job-to-job and was once fired for stealing alcohol from the petrol station she was working it.
By the time I got to 16, girls and females were becoming an ever-constant in my mind. Again, I cringe at the thought now, but looking back, I was aware of Jane's drinking problems, and I was a young, horny guy who wanted to have sex with pretty much any living female. I was still a virgin at the time, but I decided that I was going to attempt to seduce Jane, and then have sex with her.
My parents were both at work one summer's day, and I was home alone. I decided while it was quiet, I was going to create some ridiculous excuse to try and get into Jane's house. Once in, I'd try and seduce her.
I walked the couple of doors down and knocked on the door. Jane answered & I could tell she had been drinking. Although she wasn't drunk, I could see a hazed look in her eyes. I asked if she had anything to drink - not alcoholic, but a soft drink as we'd ran out in our house, and my folks were out. I know, bullshit excuse, but it seemed to work. She invited me in and I sat down on the couch. She was playing music and I smell the faint scent of cigarette smoke. She came back with a lemonade and handed it to me, and we sat and spoke for a few minutes. By this point, my heart was racing.
Eventually, I said I had to go, finished the drink and stood up. She did too, and I asked for a hug. She came in and that's when it happened - in a moment on blind teenage gusto & with raging hormones, I went in for a kiss. Like I said, she had been drinking, but she didn't pull away. In fact, she reciprocated. Here I was, a 16 year old boy with my tongue half-way down the throat of my 36 year old neighbour. It was disgusting, but I could taste the alcohol and cigarette smoke on her breath as we kissed. We fell back onto the couch and then like a dog on heat, I just starting pulling at her pants and underwear.
The next 5-10 minutes is a bit of a blur, but I lay on top of her and we had sex. I didn't last long, but I did cum fairly quickly. Soon after, I got up and left.
This carried on for a few months; we continued to have sex when we were alone, and she taught me quite a lot. I ended up moving to university and our summer fling ended. When I visit my mum now, Jane no longer lives at the property. Her house is up for sale and has been empty for a while. I'm not entirely sure where she is, or what happened to her. Like I said, nobody ever found out about what happened. I do cringe looking back, but she was a desperate older woman, and I was a young, horny guy. It is what it is.
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