My first hands-on sexual experience

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Late bloomer here, senior in HS, and second date with full figured girl also my age (18). Kathleen was a 36D bra size, also 18, and very proud of her voluminous  perky tits and was ogled by all the other wolves in my class, whistled at in the time-honored tradition.  She'd transferred in with just a couple  months left to go before graduation and although had a preformed reputation as a girl who 'got around', none of my classmates had any experiences with her.

In fact, she'd not dated any of them and treated them mainly as the sex-fueled clueless dorks that most of them were.

I met her  in the Chess Club. Yes , I was one of those (and still am) geeks that likes to push little carvings about a chess board and strategize 3 moves in advance. I knew she was serious about the game as she whipped my ass in a “fool's mate” in about 12 moves the first time we played, and I knew about the gambit but didn't recognize it until too late. Note to self: never underestimate a smart girl with thick glasses.

Kathy had previously attended a parochial school in another city, but as our town had none, went to public HS instead. Perhaps it was the pentup sexuality that oozed from her, or it was her abundance of hormones and madeup stories that followed here. She did turn most guys heads just walking around, but I was the only guy she'd talk to and usually it was about chess, or giving me some help with math homework.

As she lived just 3 houses away we'd sometimes walk home the same route, and one day we happened to reach my house first, and as the day was hot I offered her some lemonade and cookies my mom always had on hand after school. She accepted and we both went in to the kitchen where Mom met her, exchanged pleasantries, and poured us lemonade and put out the cookies. We sat down at the table whle mom went back to her mending and tv soap opera viewing two rooms away.

Kathy was seated at one corner of our small kitchen table, and I was about to sit down next to her on the side, when she said, quite innocently,  “Jim – stand there a second please”.

Then she stood up, came very close to me, and slid her hands into my jeans, and into the boxers as well and gave my junk a few firm squeezes as I rapidly became hard. I was shocked and unprepared to say anything.

I started to croak something ..

“Shhh.. “she whispered, as she undid the fly and hauled out my rod expertly skinning back the foreskin as if she'd done that move a hundred times before.

“We can put them together here and later you can try to put it in me”.
She then lifted her dress up and guided my hand to her pussy inside her panties which she had slid to the side.

Taking my cock she guides it into her moist slit and strokes it about 4 times and then just as rapidly drops it and pulls up panties and smooths her dress.

I quickly put it away as she thinks she hears someone coming. One more stroke and it would have been me.

I don't know what to do next. She says “Take me home now. If no one is there you can feel me up”.

Practically sprinting down the street we make it to her house, where there is no one home.
In her bedroom, sprawled on her bed, she  spread wide and lets me insert my finger gingerly all the way into her well lubed and dripping muff, while she masturbated her own clit and silently came. After she recovered she expertly jacked me off and caught my cum in a Kleenex, manipulating my ball sack and sighing.

My head is reeling. I've never had a girl jerk me  off, never had my fingers up a pussy, I'm still hard hard hard and need to fuck her badly. But that's not in the cards today. She's done with me and now she ushers me out the door with a promise to get together next week, which we do. In the meantime I'm  masturbating 4 times a day to the memory of Kathy and her knowing hand and silky tight teen pussy.

 Kathy went to nursing school and two years later we met up again and this time spent a weekend in a hotel suite (that she paid for) where she instructed me in the pleasures of a prostate massage, pissing,  and many orgasms.  That became a regular monthly rendezvous and where my first FMF 3-way took place. Much more on that historic event later.