14 Virgin

I was fourteen when I was blessed with the loss of my virginity.  As a fairly
normal male, I'd been sexually active for quite some time, but that friday
evening was the first time someone else was involved physically!

I was a competitive swimmer, and I guess I was pretty good looking if I
believed what the girls said.  I was big for my age at 6' and 165 pounds, and
I developed early. I was well muscled and had just the start of a now hairy
chest.  Being on swim-team kept me in excellent shape, and I always wore nylon
racing suits to the beach.

Janey was a college senior and she had a summer job as a life guard at the
county beach on the lake.  Tall, blonde, built like a lifeguard is supposed to
be built, and in the red-and-white-stripped racing suit all the guards wore,
she was my adolescent dream come true.  Having just broken up with her
boyfriend of four years, she was not overly friendly with the older guys that
she attracted.  She said that she wanted some time to herself to get her
emotions straightened out.

I had taken my Red Cross lifesaving course at the "Y" the previous winter, and
because I was qualified, Jane let me sub for her when she'd take a break.  We
got to be good friends, and as the summer progressed, we became pretty close.
She would talk to me for hours as we sat together  on the oversized lifeguard
stand.  Mostly she talked about Simon, her ex-boyfriend, and every so often I
could catch a hint of arousal in her voice when she told me of how much she
loved him.  One time, she was talking about she much she missed being held by
him, and I just put my arm around her shoulder and hugged her to me quickly. I
was surprised when she put her head on my shoulder and sort of snuggled closer
for a minute.  Another time, we were talking, and she let slip that Simon
spent the night in her room from time to time and I jumped at the chance to
hear all about it.  Janey was embarr- assed that she'd said too much, but I
told her that I wanted to hear all it.  She looked me right in the eye, in the
middle of the afternoon on a crowded beach, and asked me, right out in the
open..."are you a virgin?" I dropped my eyes in embarrassment and nodded my
head.  I realized that I was looking right at her nipples, and they were
getting hard!  She was excited over the fact that I was a virgin, and I could
tell from her reactions!  I must have blushed three hundred shades of crimson,
both from the embarrass- ment of her finding out and me seeing her reaction.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of...everyone is a virgin until they do it with
someone else." she said putting her hand to the side of my face. "I was just
about your age when I lost mine." I blinked at her and sort of stared and
stammered "Will you tell me about it?"  "Not right here, right now, silly!"
she sort of purred..."After we close down at sundown, meet me back here and
I'll try."

It was about 4 o'clock, and I had to cut the lawn at home, so I assured janey
that I would indeed be back around 8.  I rode my bicycle home and proceeded to
tend to my chores, and all the time trying not to think about what I was going
to hear that evening.

My parents had left the day before for a long weekend at the Girl Scout camp,
and taken my younger brother and sister with them.  I was left to fend for
myself, but, under the watchful eye of Mrs Goyke (our neighborhoods
semi-official aunt/baby sitter/overseer/busybody. I think you know the type!)
I went over and told her that I was going to the movies with my friend from
the beach, and that I'd be home about ten.  She said that if she didn't see
lights on in the house by 10:30 she was going to call the cops and my folks in
that order...Oh she was a wonderful lady!

I went back to the house and got the timer off the coffee pot and plugged my
desk lamp into it and set it for 10:10, and went about my task of trying to
make myself as grown-up as I could for Janey.  Around 7:30 I rode back to the
park, and went to the far guard-stand and waited.

About five minutes later I heard a car drive up into the now-deserted beach
lot.  Glancing anxiously I spotted Janey.  She was wearing a light grey
warm-up suit over a tank-top.  As she came nearer, I could hear my own heart
pounding in me ears, and thought she'd hear it, too and think I was a silly
little kid.  As she came up to me, she leaned over and kissed me on the lips
softly and said "I brought some special coffee in case it gets cool later, and
there's a blanket in the car so we can sit on the beach."

We climbed up onto the guard-stand, and she sat with her back to one side and
I sat with my back to the other.  As the seat is only about three feet long,
this gave us just enough to be comfortable.  The park lights were on, but I
had chosen the guard-stand furthest from the nearest light and it was really
quite dark.

Janey asked how it was that I could be out this late, and I explained that
earlier cautions I had taken for Mrs. Goyke. She just laughed and said that I
was a resourceful guy and she really liked that.

We started talking about just stuff in general, and then she asked me, out of
the blue, if I had ever seen a girl naked before!  I stammered and turned
purple, and stuttered.  She said "If you want me to be honest with you tonite,
you'll have to be honest with me."  I agreed and told her about playing
"doctor" with a couple of the neighbor girls, and about looking through the
hole in the ladies dressing-room here at the beach, and about looking through
every girly magazine I could get my hands on.  She laughed a little and said
that she'd guessed as much.  Next she asked if I knew what making love was all
about.  I answered that I'd taken Sex-Ed in scouts, and had seen the animals
at the farm, and had read some stories in this one mag- azine, and I guessed I
knew about it. (Right, sure I did!!) Next, came the question that made me
almost fall off the stand..."When you look at the pictures or read the
stories, do you masturbate...do you jerk-off?"

"NO!, No I don't jerk off, that sick, for queers!"  My adolescent ego
blossomed in incredulity.  "Only homo's jerk-off" I said proudly.  "Wrong-O"
she answered with a big grin on her face. "I jerk-off and I'm not a homo or a
queer."  I stared blankly, stunned.  "But you're a girl, er a lady, you CAN'T
jerk-off!"  And with that she proceeded to explain that women can, and often
do "jerk-off" when there's not a man around to satisfy their sexual needs, but
it's not really jerking-off like men do it. "How would you know how men do
it?" I asked.  Janey went on to explain that she and Simon (Oh ya him again)
would do it to each other sometimes in bed.  I asked how women did it, and she
tried to explain.  Verbage couldn't get her point across as well as she wanted
so she dropped her hands to her lap, and demonstrated for me, through her
warm-up pants.  I watched as she slowly rubbed between her legs, and I
imagined her fuzzy crack with the pink lips in the center.  And I watched.  I
watched as she slid her left hand inside her jacket and pulled at her nipples
through her t-shirt.  I watched as her right hand pressed the material of her
pants into her pussy and heard her breathing deepen. I saw the moisture soak
through her pants, and heard her gasp slightly as her fingers pressed against
her clit. I was mesmerized by her actions, and my own hand fell to my lap as I
started rubbing my now rock-hard 14 year old cock through me shorts.  Her left
hand was squeezing her right breast, roll- ing the nipple between her fingers,
and she sort of slid her hips down on seat.  Her eyes were half closed and she
was purring like a kitten when she slid her hand up to the waistband of her
sweatpants and pulled the string that secured them.  Janey ran her hand inside
her pants, and I could both see and hear as her fingers slid across her clit
and into her hole. She just sort of gasped and started panting like a
sprinter.  My own hand went inside my shorts, and I grasped my tool, sliding
my fist up and down its length. Watching her hand under her pants move faster,
and hearing the almost animal sounds she made between gasps was bringing me to
a place I had never been. I realized that even after my protestations about
jerking-off, here I was with cock-in-hand pounding my pecker in front of a
girl!  That thought made me slowdown just in time to witness Janey start to
shake and quiver.  She threw her head back and hissed through clenched teeth
"YES, OH GOD, YESSS!" I watched slack-jawed as she slowly calmed down and
opened her eyes.  She was smiling at me and she just sort of glowed.

"So, jerking-off is just for queers and homos, huh?" she chided as she pulled
her hand out of her pants and raised her fingers to her lips. Stop- ping, she
moved her right hand toward my face, and in the night air I got my first
wonderful smell of a woman.  "Taste it..." she said.  Entranced by the musky
aroma, I tentatively, then with more vigor licked her fingers clean. Janey's
other hand started rubbing the bulge in my shorts, and she asked "Do you mind
if I jerk you off?"  All I could muster was to shake my head.  She unsnapped
and unzipped my shorts and slid her hand inside, encircling my now bone hard
and throbbing cock. Slowly, she stroked me up and down, the warmth of her hand
causing me to groan out loud.  Her other hand tugged at the waistband of my
shorts and I lifted my hips to let her pull them down a bit. With my cock free
in the night air, I slid lower on the seat, and she en- circled my rod with
both hands. "Tell me when you're going to shoot-off, I have a surprise for
you." she whispered huskily.  As her hands continued to slowly stroke, Janey
lowered her head towards my lap.  As my hips started to match her rhythm, I
croaked "I'm gonna shoot!" and with those words, she lowered her mouth and
engulfed my cock.  Talk about cumming until your nuts collapse!  As I came in
her mouth, she sucked and swallowed and sucked some more.

As I calmed down, and my tool began to shrink, Janey raised her head, smiled
and said "Why don't we get down from here before we fall off and injure
something we may need later."  Later, did she really say later I thought with
growing anticipation.  We climbed off the guard-tower and, with me trying to
act cool while holding up my shorts with one hand, spread the blanket on a
little point near the beach.  "Go back to the car and get the thermos and the
other blanket." Janey said, and I was off like a flash. As I returned, I
caught sight of Janey putting her warm-up top back on, and as I sat down I
realized that she had taken off her t-shirt and pants and was sitting there in
her panties sitting with her back against the tree.  I handed her the blanket
and she placed it around her shoulders letting it flow around her like a cape.
"You have a lesson to learn, young man, one that every man should know" she
said softly motioning me to lay down between her legs.  My face was about even
with her ankles as she reached for the top of her panties and pulled them
down.  My eyes must have looked like two tea cups and I know my mouth was
hanging open.  I was laying not two feet from the first real post-pubescent
pussy I had ever seen. She spread her legs and feet a bit and said softly,
"Get comfortable and make sure you can see." With that Janey proceeded to give
me the first anatomy lesson to which I ever really paid attention, pointing
out the terrain and explaining what each part did, and which was most
sensitive.  I learned about the clitoris, vulva, major and minor labia
(sounded to me like constellations, and I said so) and, ta-da, the vagina.
Pussy, cunt, beaver, snatch, hair-pie and the others were not in the
vocabulary that night, as I got acquainted with the finer points of a woman's
sexuality.  As she continued with the explanation she took my hand and let me
feel each part.  I pressed my index finger along her clitoris and felt the
tip.  I traced the edges of both the labia major and the labia minor. And I
even slid my finger into her vagina, where it was wet and warm and wet!  As
she spoke, I realized that janey was starting to breath harder, and as I slid
my finger into her vagina the second time, she gasped and shuddered a little.

"Now you'll learn about cunnilingus." she said in a husky low voice and she
explained that a man could give a woman great pleasure with his mouth. "Just
like the pleasure I gave you before." Ahh, fellatio.  I followed the
directions she gave, both spoken and otherwise, and after Janey had cum, er
...reached orgasm, twice more I looked up at her.  In the light of a three-
quarter moon I could see that she'd been pinching and squeezing her breasts as
I ate her.

Laying on my stomach, my cock...er, penis...my VERY hard cock had just about
dug a furrow in the dirt through the blanket, and I was a little embarrassed
when she told me to sit up.  I never had fastened my shorts, and the tent I
made in my underwear wagged like a flag in the moonlight.  "You look like
you're about ready for your next lesson" Janey said with a smile. "Slide your
shorts off, and sit here between my legs."  I did as instructed and as I
inched closer to her she unzipped her top, put her legs over the tops of mine
with one on either side of my waist, my legs under hers and around her butt.
She reached down and pulled off my t-shirt and put her arms around me, hugging
us closer together. I was keenly aware of two things at that moment:  her bare
breasts were pressing against my bare chest, and my very hard fourteen year
old cock was pressing against her bare pussy with only the thickness of a pair
of jockey shorts in the way!  I almost came right then.

Then, Janey took my face in her hands and kissed my full on the lips, softly
at first, then with more passion, and finally our tongues fought a duel.  As
she leaned back slightly, our first kiss broken after only a few moments, she
said "Now you are about to become a man!" She slid her hips up as close as she
could to my cock, and rubbed her pussy slowly against the underside of my
shaft.  She reached between us and pulled the front of my jockey shorts down
and tucked them under my balls.  My cock literally ached as she touched it.
Pressing it down she rubbed the head against her clit and then around the
opening of her vagina getting it all wet and slippery with her juices.  She
raised her hips up an inch or so and I felt the most exquisitely warm, soft,
exciting feeling I'd ever felt as my erect penis sank slowly into her very
wet, very warm, very wonderful vagina.  I pressed for- ward and she pressed
forward and I was all the way inside her!  "Just be still and feel what it's
like." she whispered.  The muscles in her vagina slowly rippled around me and
I gasped in both astonishment and excitement. "Aren't I supposed to do
anything?" I asked sheepishly.  "No, not right now. later maybe, but this is
all for you to experience and enjoy.  I'll teach you what to do when we do
this again, later." she said.  She'd said "later" again, I almost came right
then from the thought.  Janey pushed against me and I lay down on my back with
her still sitting on my cock.  Drawing her legs under her I was introduced to
the classic "female-superior" position in a matter of seconds.  "A woman can
adjust the angles and depth and speed in this position, and it's easier for me
to reach orgasm this way.  It's been so long since I've had a man inside me, I
want to make this first one last. You tell me if you're gonna shoot-off...er,
cum, and I'll slow down."  Well I wasn't going to say anything then, but I'd
jerked off three times in the shower just thinking about her, and I had cum
again on the guard-stand.  I may have been a virgin, but I had had the edge
taken off a bit, so I didn't have to worry about being too quick on the
trigger.  Janey rode my cock for what seemed like a fifteen minutes.  She'd
twist and turn and pump and gasp and then she'd start cumming.  She came five
times, before I started to lose total control over my balls. "I'm gonna shoot
soon" I moaned, and she just ground down against me getting me as deep as
possible.  Shoot I did, and cum and squirt and moan and groan and cum some
more.  I heard Janey sobbing "YES Yes, yes" above me as she shook and spasmed,
the walls of her cunt milking milking my cock over and over.

She finally collapsed on my chest and we hugged and kissed and she cried
against my shoulder.  I asked if I'd dome something to upset her and she sort
of laughed and said "No, silly, I'm crying because I'm so happy! Thank you so
much."

"I didn't do anything to be thanked for." I said, and she just snuggled closer
and whispered "You may never know how much you've done for me tonight..."

We spent the rest of the night on that blanket beside the lake.  Janey took
her time and taught me how to make love to a woman, and she taught me how to
fuck a woman when she wanted to be fucked, but most of all she taught me the
difference.  I will never forget our first night together, because it was also
our last.  She wrote me a beautiful letter before she left the next Monday for
Chicago to start her new job.  In it, along with a picture, she wrote that she
was sorry to have not told me about leaving, but that she thought it best this
way.  And that I would make some young lady very happy when the time came for
me to teach her what I had learned.