It was the summer before my junior year of high school. The end of the 80s and I had just gotten my driver’s license and a new, old truck. I worked weekends mowing lawns for gas and lunch money so I didn’t have to eat lunch in the school cafeteria. Growing up in a small town, I was finally getting my first taste of freedom. Or so I thought.
They lived out in the country like most people with money in that small town. Their youngest daughter, Kandi, was my age and their oldest, Kathy, was two years my senior and had just graduated.
They were both popular girls; cheerleaders, dated jocks, drove brand new cars. People talked and rumor had it they were fairly easy when it came to sex, but I could neither confirm or deny such things. I was the quiet type from the wrong side of the tracks and still a virgin. Girls like that didn’t date boys like me. But their parents hired me to cut their lawn. So you can imagine my surprise when Kandi invited me to her sweet sixteen birthday party.
Now I know where your mind is going right now and I’m going to stop you before you venture too far down that rabbit hole. It wasn’t like that. I promise. So when she asked if I would come, she told me her boy-cousin would be in town and her mom wanted her to invite a few guy friends over so he wouldn’t feel out of place, so I said I would go. Afterall, what else was there to do on a hot Saturday night?
The party was fun. I spent the early hours hanging out with her dad and cousin at the grill while he cooked burgers and chicken for 15 giggly, awkward teenagers. Later, after everyone had eaten, she opened presents and cut the cake while the DJ started spinning records. It didn’t take long before most of the girls were dancing on the lawn while the boys sat on the deck and watched, sipping their punch like the bumblenuts they were.
Me, I stood off to the side, watching everyone have a good time. I was leaning up against a tree drinking a coke when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned in time to see Kathy standing beside me as she grabbed my red cup and poured whiskey in it from a flask she pulled from her cutoff jeans pocket. Then she took a long sip from it blushed as she gave it back while making small talk.
My mind was focused on the lipstick print on my cup and I don’t remember the details of our conversation, but I will never forget the sensation of the bark of that tree digging into my back as she pressed her body against mine and gave me my first kiss. When I felt her tongue tickle my lips and brush against my teeth I wanted to run. Looking back, I was such an awkward fool.
“Have you ever kissed a girl before?” She asked when she sensed my hesitation.
“No,” I confessed. “And I really don’t want to get my ass kicked by your boyfriend and his buddies either.” I continued.
“Well, lucky for you, you don’t have to worry about that. I don’t have a boyfriend anymore. I caught him cheating on me and we broke up.” She explained.
“I’m sorry…” I started to say, but she cut me off.
“Now, I’m going to do you a favor and teach you how to properly kiss a girl. Are you ready?” She asked,
I nodded as she continued. “First, wipe that stupid grin off your face,” she chided as she tried to stifle her own giggle. “Now, part your lips. Place your hands on my hips like this,” she continued as she grabbed my hands and put them on her hips. “Now, lean in, but stop just before our lips touch and let me close the gap and kiss you.”
I swear to God a lightening bolt hit the tree under which we were making out. For the next half hour we were all over each other, kissing and groping like two lovers reunited after months apart. I was lost in the taste of the whisky on her breath when she lifted her shirt and put my hand on her breast over her brassiere. When she pinched my thumb and finger together around her nipple and moaned into my mouth, I thought the world was going to end.
She then reached down and unbuttoned her shorts and grabbed my hand and slipped it inside her panties. Her down was soft and curly and I felt my cock begin to swell. She guided my finger between her lips and I was surprised to feel her wetness. I had never touched a pussy before. She gasped and bit her lip as she used the pad of my finger to massage her clit. Then she kissed me again as she worked her hips against my thigh and finger.
“Go slow.” She whispered as guided my finger inside her and begin to rock her hips. She put her arms around my head and buried her face in my neck. I was lost in the scent of her perfume as she kissed and sucked at my skin. Time passed slowly until I heard her groan and then felt a gush of wetness as she clamped her thighs together, trapping my hand between her legs. Her heart was racing and she was panting as I asked her what just happened.
She looked up at me and smiled, then giggled as she teased, “It’s called an orgasm silly. You just made me cum.”
“Really?” I asked? Astounded that it was so easy, when all I’d ever heard around school was that guys had no clue about how to pleasure a woman.
“Mmhmmm.” She answered, pulling my hand from between her legs. She looked me deep in the eyes as she brought my hand to her mouth. She closed her eyes and parted her lips as she sucked my middle finger clean. Then she opened her eyes and pressed my finger to my lips.
“Taste.” She said as she pushed my finger past my lips and into my mouth, I suckled the remnants of her nectar from my finger as she unbuckled my belt and undid my jeans.
“Have you ever had a blowjob before?”
“N…n…no.” I managed, nervously shaking.
“Relax,” She said reassuringly as she pulled the ponytail band from her wrist and put it on, after pulling her hair straight back.
She worked my jeans and boxers down around my knees and then she dropped into a deep-bend squat. I looked down as she wrapped her tiny hand around my shaft and stroked it gently as it grew even more stiff. I watched as she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to the tip of my cock. They were so soft and warm and I felt more nervous than ever.
“You smell good,” she said, momentarily looking up at me before she parted her lips and slowly let me slip into her mouth. The pressure of her lips around my shaft and the warmth of her tongue on the underside of my head and shaft rendered me speechless as she closed her eyes again and set to work.
I had never had a blowjob before, but I will say, it was amazing to witness someone take such pleasure their craft while focusing on the pleasure of another. It was as if she could read my body. Every time my heart rate and breathing would quicken she would squeeze my shaft with her fingers and slow her effort, allowing me to momentarily recover.
“If… you… don’t… stop… I’m going… to… cum.” I finally managed.
I wasn’t sure if she heard my warning at first. But when she looked up at me between breaths, smiled and said, ”Good!” I knew she knew what she was doing.
It didn’t take much more effort on her part before it was me biting my lip to silence my sounds of pleasure as I felt my cock throb in her mouth and my seed spray down her throat. I thought for sure she would pull away and spit it out, but she swallowed it all and kept sucking until she had savored the last drop of my seed. When she released my cock from her lips the cool night air further awakened my already heightened senses. She kissed the tip of my cock and flicked it with her tongue as she stroked it once more then stood, pulling my boxers and my jeans back up around my waist.
“So how was it?” She asked as she snuggled against my body.
“That was fucking incredible!” I replied all too quickly.
“Kiss me,” She then followed. “I want you to taste us both on my lips.”
In the moments that followed, I shared the most passionate and amazing kiss of my life. To this day, it’s still the kiss I remember most. I’d like to say I saw Kathy again after that and that we dated, got married, had as much hot and passionate sex as one could imagine, and maybe a couple of kids, but I can’t.
Her dad got notice he was being transferred a few days after the party and they moved before the school year started so they could be settled before Kandi went back to school in the fall. Kathy went off to college and we promised to write each other and we did, once or twice. But soon, like time, the frequency of the letters faded and we eventually lost touch. I often think back about that incredible summer night, the stars in the sky, and the reflection of the moonlight in her eyes. I wonder where she is; if she’s married, if she’s happy.
Kathy, if you’re out there and you’re reading this. Thank you. You left an indelible impression on my soul that no one has been able to erase. I wish more than anything that I could touch your cheek, look into your eyes, and taste your kiss again. And I hope that tonight, when you visit me in my dreams, I will.
