1979: Beth, I Hear You Calling

Literotic asexstories – 1979: Beth, I Hear You Calling by mojavejoe420,mojavejoe420
The Place:

Helix High School, San Diego area

The Cast:

• Beth Wilson aka Beth, Lizbeth

• Jim Hanson aka Jay Are (JR), Junior, The Junior

• Cathy Thomas, friend of Beth

• Doug Russell, aka Rowdy

• Mike Julius aka Doctor J

• Alan Julius aka Little J, Little Dipshit

• Steve Danner aka “D”, Big D

• Byron Roberts aka Fleabag

Some other miscreants which don’t warrant calling out

Amazing inventions of 1979

Sony Walkman — that music device in Guardians of the Galaxy. It played cassette tapes. Was very expensive and nobody could afford one, yet. But, wow, portable personal music! Unheard of.

CD player — ushering in the digital music era. They weren’t for sale yet, just invented.

Usenet— Kind of an early version of the Internet, not used by regular people at all

Things we didn’t have:

• Personal Computers

• Internet: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, etc.

• Cell phones/texting: all phones were at home, plugged into the wall

• Free porn

• Coors Light

• Political Correctness

• Hillary or Donald

Things we did have:

• Indoor plumbing and electricity

• Cars

• Hormones

• Good friends

• 13 TV channels and HBO

• Polaroid cameras

• Legendary parties

• Schlitz, Budweiser, Lowenbrau, Michelob

• Pac-Man, Space Invaders

Popular Music:

All that Classic Rock was brand new! Van Halen, Led Zeppelin, Rolling Stones, Aerosmith, The Cars, Cheap Trick, Blondie, The Pretenders, The Sex Pistols, The Ramones, to name a few…

The Story! (Finally)

So there I was, cleaning out my locker on the last day of my highschool career, whenshe walked towards me. If this was a movie, she would be moving languidly in slow motion, hair blown by unseen winds, smiling, breasts gently bouncing… but this is text so just imagine all that shit happening.

Heads always turned wherever she went. Two grades behind me, she was already the best looking girl at school. I mean, with her light brunette hair swooping just above her gorgeous eyes, her model-quality face with that cute little button nose, and legs that went on for days, she was the envy of all the girls and the dream of all the boys.

And she liked me! In fact, two weeks ago, we made out at Kripke’s party for almost twenty minutes! I didn’t quite get my hands on her delicious and suckable tits, but I was going to. Really, I was! But I didn’t quite get there before she had to throw up.

The word on the street was she kissed at least six other guys that night, but no matter. I knew that I was the one she liked.

She smiled at me, and I was about to talk to her when Little Dipshit came up and body-checked me against the lockers.

“Fucking Dipshit! You know you aren’t allowed to check me!” He was a year behind me and my boys, and he couldn’t ever start a brawl with a senior like myself.

“Shut up, fag!” Hey, sorry, we didn’t have political correctness, yet. We were just homophobic but weren’t aware of it. “I’m a senior now! So screw your rules!”

I smiled at my gorgeous love, shrugged, and tried to apologize for Alan’s behavior.

“Hey, sorry about this asshole. He is the Dipshit, after all. We try to bring him along slowly, you know. But we can only do so much.”

“It’s okay,” she smiled. “I guess he’s technically a senior now, so you’d better watch out for him.”

Damn, she has a sense of humor, too.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Hey Listen. We’re having a party at Rowdy’s house tonight. You know, year end blow-out, music, dancing, and… whatever else.”

I raised my eyebrows rapidly in what I was sure a sexually suggestive manner that she wouldn’t be able to refuse.

“Whaddya say, Jill?”

Time out.

You, the reader, are probably asking yourself, “Who the fuck is Jill? Isn’t this story about Beth? When does the sex start? Will there be blowjobs?” Jill is the girl who’s way too awesome for the likes of me! At least, at this point in my life. The sex will be here when it gets here, settle down. And yeah, blowjobs.

Anyway, back to the action…

“Aw, Jim. Thanks! That’s so sweet! But we’re going to Greg’s tonight.” Greg was one of the other fuckers who kissed her that night two weeks ago. Fuckin’ Greg.

“But maybe we will swing by later, Okay? Good luck in college!”

Well… fuck me in the goat ass.

I don’t know what that meant, I heard one of my dad’s Marine friends say that once. Seemed like it fit in this situation. Anyway, that was the last I ever saw of Jill. Ever. No, she didn’t die. Nobody I know of died in 1979.

Dipshit laughed, then “oofed” as I thumped him in the chest. I didn’t care that he’s bigger than me. A big hand suddenly clamped me on my shoulder from behind. That could only be one person.

“Tough break, man. She probably knows you’re a fag, though.”

I tried to elbow Rowdy in the stomach but missed, that fucker was big but quick.

“Cheer up, Junior. We are gonna kill it tonight, man! After all: Beer, Pot, Sex and Wine, Helix class of Seventy-NINE!”

We high-fived and laughed and hooted and hollered. Probably scared the underclassmen a bit, made them jealous, I’m sure of it.

Beer, pot, sex and wine… well three out of four ain’t bad? Sigh… I hate to have to admit this, but I managed to escape highschool with my virginity completely intact. Fuck! No female had ever seen my dick since infancy. What kind of life am I leading? Ack!

Tons of uglier guys got laid, but not me. Even fricking Jeff David Harmeyer got laid, and he was a dick! But, I had Zero game. I was terribly shy, partly because of my teenage acne which was, thankfully, clearing up, but also my upbringing was by a pretty strict mother; I was taught to totally respect women. Which is good, really. But I also thought it meant don’t inflict my nasty, sex-obsessed, masturbating self on them. Good girls don’t want that kind of thing. Okay, yeah, I was stupid. But that’s really what I thought.

Doctor J, Big D, and Fleabag came along about then.

“Dudes!” Dipshit shouted to them. “You shoulda seen The Junior strike out, it was classic! Jill thinks he’s a fag, for sure.”

Okay, we will keep it politically correct from now on, sorry about that.

I looked to Mike, the good Doctor, hoping he would handle his little brother, who was actually bigger than all of us.

Mike nodded, grabbed Dipshit by the ear and pulled his head down, making Dipshit almost cry.

“Call Junior that name, one more time. Just one more time.”

Even Dipshit, as dumb as he was, knew that when Mike used that tone, he better start shutting up, real quick.

Dipshit stood back up, rubbing his ear.

“Sorry, Junior. I mean, Jim. No harm right?”

I laughed and blew him a kiss.

“Maybe I do bat for the other team, Dipshit. And I’m coming for you at the party, tonight, big boy.”

He got a nervous look on his face, then got mad as all of us started wailing on him with mock blows.

Mr. Jackson, our homeroom teacher and advisor, watched from his doorway.

“Will you assholes go ahead and graduate already? Please?”

We laughed and shook his hand, saying our farewells. Well, not Dipshit. He had another year still to go and we weren’t sure he would ever graduate. We knew Mr. Jackson smoked, maybe he would smoke with us one day soon since we were… out of school!

Party Extraordinaire!

I was hanging in the kitchen, verbally assisting Big D as he cranked out blended drinks… just totally cruising and enjoying my mellow. I was a tad bummed out about Jill, but what the fuck, ya know? Rowdy’s party was in high gear, I shit thee not. I had reached maximum bongage levels of weed, and the Southern Comfort punch was oh so nice. Like I said, I was cruising!

We were somewhere in the middle of the first side of the Parallel Lines album when this decent-looking chick came up and started talking to me. This didn’t happen to me everyday, believe it or not. She had two other girls in tow behind her, giggling girls. I hated giggling.

“Jim, we need your car and some money for Taco Bell.”

I tried to focus on what she said, but the gears in my brain turned rather slowly, trying to formulate some kind of reasonable response to this person who looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place her. Why does Taco Bell need my money? How do they even know me? What I managed to come up with as a response to this chick was…

“Wha—?” I was trying to say “what” but I guess I forgot the “t” at the end. It happens.

“Jim. There’s no food here. If we don’t eat, we are going to die.”

Well I didn’t want anyone to die, plus I already said a few paragraphs up that nobody dies, so I had to keep my promise. It seemed reasonable.

“Um… yeah, that’s like, totally casual… Can I get two tacos?”

Casual was the word of the year, I guess. We had kind of a surf lingo thing goin on. If something was good, it was known as casual. Or just cazh, as in Totally cazh, man. Yeah, well, young people say a lot of stupid things. Moving on.

I handed her a twenty and my car keys. Well, truck keys. I had one of those mini-trucks from back then. A Chevy Luv with cool wheels and a half decent stereo. And a manual transmission.

“Hey! Can you drive… a… stick?” My voice faded out as they had already left.

I turned to Doctor J, who seemed to have appeared from outta nowhere.

“Who the fuck was that? When did you get here?”

“Dude, you’re so spaced, I’ve been here all night! You just gave your truck to somebody you don’t know? Classic Junior!”

Hey, I said I was cruising. I didn’t say I could handle it!

“Well, she was cute. Wasn’t she? But she seemed a little blurry. Who was she, Doc?” I liked that truck and now wondered if I would get it back. But then I thought, tacos are, like, twenty-nine cents apiece. Twenty dollars will buy, like, 236 tacos. This is going to be epic! I’ll be remembered as the man who saved the party with 257 tacos! I was picturing the award I was going to receive when Doc started talking to me. When did he get here?

“I guess I’ll tell you, but you’re so wasted you won’t even remember. That’s Beth. Wilson? Come on, Junior, wake up. You know, Eric’s little sister. She used to hang around your sister a lot. Aw shit, fisticuffs are brewing. I need to intervene, cooler heads must always prevail.”

The good Doctor was like that, talking weird and keeping the peace. And apparently he appeared and disappeared rather quickly.

Beth… Wilson… yeah… it started coming back to me. She was this twerpy friend of my baby sister. A year younger than me, but then I was kind of old for high school at nineteen. My sister would have birthday parties back in like sixth and seventh grade with six or eight screaming girls who would sneak around and spy on me as I did very interesting older brother things, like cutting the grass. Beth… she seemed to scream somewhat less than the others, and brought me a cold Coke once while the others hid and snickered.

Beth… she didn’t seem quite as twerpy tonight. But maybe I was just high. In fact she was rather cute, and had a shape on her. A rather decent shape on her, I think. It was still a little foggy there in the kitchen.

“Fleabag!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Get me a Coke! I must get sober.”

“Right away, Sir. And Bacardi? 151? Sir, as your attorney, I advise you not—”

“Just Coke. Unopened.”

I never should have let him read that Hunter Thompson book.

Fleabag, or “Byron” as his parents called him, owed me bigtime for saving his ass in Chemistry. He promised to do anything for me. I thought being my servant for two weeks would be nice.

He delivered the cold sixteen ounce bottle, unopened.

“Fleabag, I can’t drink it like this.”

“But you said unop—”

“Fleabag! Remind me what a covalent bond is!”

He hung his head.

“It’s what holds two atoms… oh, you’re being… Right away, Sir.”

I finished my Coke, even though it tasted funny, and positively sobered up about the time Beth came back, I was positive of that fact. Positively sober.

She handed me my keys with a smile. Fuck, she had nice teeth. They were so white! Oh yeah, her dad’s a dentist… or an orthodontialist… yeah. She handed me some change, too.

“How, how did you buy four hundred tacos and get me change?” She must be a whiz at math or something.

She looked at me.

“How high are you?”

“I’m completely sober. See?” I showed her the empty coke bottle… which, upon closer examination, bore a striking resemblance to a tall bottle of Lowenbrau.

“Fuck…”

Maybe I overrated my sobrietitiousness. Sobrieticity. Maybe I wasn’t sober. There, fixed it.

“Here’s your tacos, Jim.”

I reached out and gently grabbed her arm.

“Eat with me, you have to make sure I don’t vomit and die, like Jim Morbleson.”

“Jim… Morrison? Of the Doors?”

Beth and her friends laughed with me. God, I am so fucking funny when I party!

We sat and ate crunchy tacos and I drank some real Coke, not beer.

“So, were all of you at my sisters parties?”

They giggled and started chattering about how mean I was to them and… some other crap… I don’t know, I couldn’t keep up. I laughed when was supposed to, I think.

Somebody put on a Kiss album… Wait! It was Destroyer! We chatted more but I was paying keen attention to the songs. I had the girls laughing so hard with me, at me, I don’t know… and then the third song ended.

I grabbed Beth’s hand and dragged her to the living room. We charged into the middle of the crowd and I hollered at everyone to make room.

The piano chords started, and I held out my hands to slow dance with Beth, but I was holding my hands like for a Waltz or something. She laughed and joined me as we slowly swung around the room.

Peter Criss’s vocals rang out soft and clear:

Beth I hear you calling

But I can’t come home right now

Me and the boys are playing

And we just can’t find the sound

After that first verse, my arms drew her in close to me, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. Our bodies touched, her breasts pushed into my chest.

Some people hooted as I slid my hands into the back pockets of her jeans. Then others began joining in the slow dance.

Now, this may seem unbelievable, but I can provide sources if you need it. The fact is, I had never slow danced with a girl up to now. I know, I know, what kind of a man-who-likes-other-men was I? Naw, I was just shy.

So Beth’s ass was the first ass I ever touched, and I liked it! Soft yet firm, and she wriggled herself in a little closer to me. However, a problem began rising. And by problem I mean a hard-on. Mine, in fact. Nice girls don’t want to know I’m a horny fucker who masturbates four times a day! Oh shit, Beth is gonna hate me!

I tried to back away, but Beth grabbed me tighter and kept her body pressed up on mine.

The song ended way too soon. But, fortunately, I had my own personal…

“Fleabag!”

“Yessir!”

“Chicago’s greatest hits, second side, Stat!”

Beth and I stood there in the dark for a full minute, holding each other, while Byron found the record. I swore he said something about being my attorney, and advising me to fuck off, but I let it slide.

As the slow song began (“Wishing You Were Here”), my hands completely cupped Beth’s ass and I lifted her up a few inches. She grabbed my neck hard, holding on tight and giggling as we spun around a couple times. Amazingly, we didn’t fall and I set her back on the ground.

The stereo put out this terrible noise as someone scratched the complete shit out of that album.

“What the fuck is this shit!” Rowdy hollered.

Immediately, Terrible Ted Nugent, the Motor City Madman, started screaming about getting someone in a Stranglehold, and that was the end of the slow dancing.

Beth and I stepped outside, holding hands, and found a quiet place to hang.

“Wherever have you been all year?” I asked her, very disappointedly. “How come I’m just finding you, now?”

Yeah, it sounded like I was short on time. You see, I had a shitty secret that I hadn’t told anyone. No, I didn’t have cancer and I wasn’t becoming gay tomorrow. But… well you’ll find out later.

She smiled at me, that cute smile that was a tad bit crooked and oh so adorable. So, she wasn’t the amazing “Jill”. But she was real, she was cute, she was sexy, and I liked her. And she was liking me.

“I’ve been right here, we had that history class together last semester. ‘American Wars,’ remember?”

Yeah, I remembered now. She had braces and… goofy hair… and glasses I think.

“You’ve changed a lot since then. You’re um, You’re a woman, now..”

“I’m glad you noticed, Jim.”

“Wait a minute! Didn’t you say that the Battle of Midway was not the turning point of the war? Something about the Coral Sea or some shit?”

We proceeded to argue over the various points and counterpoints of the two classic naval battles. I don’t remember if either of us conceded their point, I just remember being stunned that I could have this conversation with a high school girl.

We talked for an hour or more, and she did agree with me that the F4F Wildcat did a credible job, but the F4U Corsair was the creme de la creme of carrier fighter planes.

Damn, her eyes sparkle when she talks about history!

I was getting ready to make my big move when we were suddenly interrupted by a herd of wild females.

“Beth! There you are! I’ve been lookin all over for you. It’s almost midnight. Jennifer has to go, and I do too.”

“Jim, this is Cathy. Cathy, Jim.”

We both laughed at Beth. Cathy blurted out, “Duh? We were talking for half an hour inside, remember?”

We all laughed and Beth leaned over and hugged me. Then, she started to go! To leave!

“You can’t just… go? What about… um… I mean, we just kinda met and… I can drive you home?”

She came back and hugged me again, and whispered in my ear, “Stay here, don’t drive anywhere. Your sister has my number.”

And that was our first date. Without a kiss. Just a bit of grinding. I loved that date.

Okay okay! I know there isn’t any sex yet! These things take time, you know? Keep reading! There will be sex and tits and stuff, I promise. Not, like, really big tits. But very nice, firm, supple tits… you will like them. I did.

The Second Date

I called Beth the next afternoon, after my hangover went away, to see how she was doing, and to ask her out for that night since we were now out of school. She seemed excited at the prospect of perhaps kissing me, The Junior. I mean, who wouldn’t be?

Well, lots of people, it seemed. But let’s not tell her that.

So I picked her up and we went and saw the movie Alien, the original, when it was brand new. That movie was scary back then, we weren’t immersed in constant gore films and the dramatic tension was palpable. I had fingernail marks on my forearm from her squeezing me.

We went to some famous pie place and had dessert, great conversation, and lots of laughs. Then I took her home.

We made out in my truck for about ten minutes or so. She was kinda on me, and I got all embarrassed and nervous about my hard on. Good girls don’t like that kind of thing. My memories of the party were a little foggy, and I was trying to show her I was a good guy and not some sex-crazed druggie.

I kissed her and smiled all the way home, very pleased with myself.

I called her a couple times the next day. Her mom said that, “Beth was busy right now.”

Huh. Busy? All day? And didn’t call me back? What the duck? I mean, what the fuck? Damn you autocorrect…

I had my little sister call Beth’s house, her mom said to wait a second, she would get her. I took the phone from sissy and waited.

“Hey Debbie, what’s up?”

I answered.

“Oh, she had to go.”

“…”

“It’s okay, Beth. You can talk to me. What happened?”

“…”

“I’m going to keep bugging you until you talk to me.”

“Okay um, so, Jim… um… well you see… last night was nice, but I didn’t think you liked me anymore.”

Didn’t like her anymore? Why would she say that?

“Why would you say that? I’m… I like you a lot. I mean, like you, as in more than a friend.”

“You don’t act like it. You seemed like you wanted to get rid of me.”

I was confused, because I was stupid. Dad was gone a lot, we didn’t talk about these things… and I was surrounded by women at home. I didn’t know shit.

“I thought you were this, um, kind of cool and kind of crazy guy. But, you were… boring… and not… well… you aren’t horny enough for me.”

Not… horny… enough. Me. The jerk-off king of La Mesa and perhaps all of San Diego county. Not… horny… enough…

“Now wait a second, Beth. I’m the horn…” but I couldn’t say it.

“You’re the what? Say it, Jim. Say it or I’m hanging up.”

“Beth… I didn’t want you to think… that’s all I want from you. But I’m very… um…”

“I’m putting the phone down in five seconds.”

“Horny!” I blurted out.

“Good. You sure were the night of the party. I liked you, then. Were you horny, for me?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes I was. Still am. I’m just not used to… talking about it.”

“Jim, you got me horny that night. And I was horny for you last night, too. And you drove me crazy with that French kissing… and then you didn’t even try to touch me.”

“I.. I didn’t know… that you liked that. I… like you a lot and I didn’t want to blow it.”

“You’re blowing it now, mister.”

“Beth. Okay. I um… I jerk off, a lot. But the last two days I’ve jerked off… six or eight times and thought of you each time.”

I winced as I said that. I held the phone away from my ear, waiting for the crashing sound as she slammed the receiver down. But, she didn’t.

“What was it, six, or eight? Don’t lie, Jim.”

Sigh.

“Okay, nine, I didn’t want to scare you.”

“Nine? Wow, Jim. What were we doing? What was I doing?”

“Um… having sex and… stuff.”

“Jim, am I making you uncomfortable?”

“A little. How about we do this in person, not over the phone?”

“Okay, come to Cathy’s house tonight. Her parents went to Vegas and a few of us will be there. Come at eight.”

I was there at eight o’clock on the fucking dot.

I know, 3,500 words and there hasn’t been any sex yet. Twelve more paragraphs!.

Third Date’s A Charm

I showed up with a six pack of Michelobs (that was a fancy beer back then) and a couple bottles of Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill wine. That shit was sickeningly sweet but girls would drink it. Rowdy worked at a liquor store and I got all that for three dollars. Yeah, they had a bit of an inventory control problem they weren’t aware of.

Cathy had this big-ass house, probably twice as big as mine, and it was totally decent. Cathy, Beth, and their four other girlfriends were all dressed in sweats and various rock and roll band T-shirts. In contrast, I had my suave designer pants on and a pretty fancy long sleeve shirt. I was styling!

The girls were goofy, but fun. Being the elder statesmen, and helped by the two shots of tequila with Rowdy, I managed to entrance and enthrall the younger girls with tales of people getting drunk and doing stupid things. Like the time Big-O decided he could ride a tricycle off the roof and he… well, you guys don’t want to hear that, you want sex. Okay fine.

The girls started playing records and dancing wildly, and I was right there with them. I was making it very clear, though, that it was Beth and only Beth that I was as interested in. I stayed close to her with my hand on her knee, or arm around the waist, or something. Through the course of being hands-on, I discovered something I suspected since I first got there; Beth wasn’t wearing a bra.

I had seen Pinto struggling in the movie Animal House trying to get the bra off his girl (“I think it’s locked, or something”) and I was thrilled I didn’t have to face that. Big smiles!

As more wine and beer got consumed, the girls decided that they wanted to watch a movie. Now, this was very cool as Video machines were very rare and very expensive. I had never actually seen one up to this point and was pretty fascinated. Watching a movie in your own house, wow! But as the girls were calling their places on the couches, I noticed Beth was hanging back.

Now, my momma didn’t raise no dummy! Oh wait, we already established that she did, in fact, raise a dummy… well… I was catching on quickly! I stepped back a bit, also, and she caught my eye. She tilted her head down just a tad and gave me “the look.” As stupid as I was, I understood that look.

We sauntered back out of the TV lounge, and tiptoed downstairs, where Beth led me to a girl’s room that turned out to be Cathy’s, littered with girl clothes and paraphernalia. It also had a king-sized bed.

Emboldened by the liquor, and knowing that it was at least partially okay with Beth, I sat on the edge of the bed and patted the space next to me for her to sit. Beth ignored that entirely and jumped full on the bed, landing up at the head in the big fluffy pillow area.

I kicked off my shoes and climbed up on the bed, crawling up and over her body, and using my knee to spread her legs enough that I could land in there. With my arms planted on each side of her body, I leaned down and kissed her gently, at first.

I lavished big wet kisses on her as she held me around my neck, pulling slightly. I made my big move, laying down fully on top of her body. Our tongues worked together in a hot and slippery dance war, pushing against each in lovely swirls and circles.

I raised up on my elbows to look at her.

“Do you feel that?” I asked, moving my pelvis on hers, my fully hard cock pressing on her lower abdomen. “That’s me not being horny.”

She smiled and giggled. Suddenly, I didn’t hate giggling anymore.

“You’re not horny?”

“Mmmm getting warmed up, maybe” I joked. The drinks were letting me be loose.

“If I was horny,” I continued. “I would do something like this.”

And I pulled her body with me as we rolled onto my back. She giggled more as I helped (or maybe forced) her to a sitting position, sitting on my big Johnson.

“And if I was totally horny, I would do this…”

I grabbed her T-shirt with both hands, gripping the hem. I began slowly lifting it up. She stared into my eyes as the bunched up shirt reached just below her breasts. I paused for a second as her arms were in the way.

We looked at each other for another moment that lasted a couple seconds and a lifetime… and she raised her arms up. I lifted her shirt up more, and saw my first ever, live and in-person tits.

I stopped and stared. B-cups, she told me later. Perfectly shaped, swooping from her chest to lovely points. Her luscious pink nipples were surrounded by perfect areolas, also light pinkish. They looked so delicate and soft and—

Beth said, “Hey, um… I can’t see…”

In my excitement, I had left the T-shirt still covering her face. Laughing, I quickly took it off the rest of the way. Resting her hands on my upper chest, she smiled down at me as her hair bounced upon release from the shirt.

“Okay,” I said quietly. “All kidding aside, I’m incredibly horny! Oh my God. Yes. You are spectacular.”

“Me too,” she whispered. “Horny, I mean.” A few moments went by as I was still a little awestruck by what was happening.

Beth shook her head and laughed a little at me.

“You’re so silly,” she giggled. “I’ll get you started.” She sat back up straight, then took my hands in her hands, and placed them on her breasts.

She sighed as we made contact, my hands cupping her soft flesh. Obviously, I had never touched anything like this. Soft… and squishy, but firm at the same time. But the plain truth was, the fact of the matter was, I was touching a woman’s tits!

I squeezed a little and Beth let out an audible sigh.

“Yesss,” she whispered. “Jim, baby. I love when you touch me like this. Go ahead, squeeze harder, it’s okay.”

I squeezed harder, mashing them in my hands.

“Owww-kay! That’s hard enough!”

I let go, afraid I had hurt her. She laughed and said, “Go like this, watch.”

She didn’t have to say watch, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her hands cupped her breasts, squeezing and kneading gently, then harder but not with a death grip like I put on her. She rolled her nipples between her fingers and thumbs.

“Fuck… Beth… you are so sexy! I can’t stand it”

“Would you like to kiss them?” I nodded enthusiastically, she leaned down and crawled up so they hung over my face. She lowered her body and her tits were in my face.

Her tits… were in my face. I just wanted to say that again. She teased me, dragging her nipples across my nose, cheeks, lips, but was moving too fast for me to catch one. Eventually she let her left nipple rest on my lips, I kissed the hard nub.

Instinctively, I drew her nipple into my mouth, sucking her breast deeper into my mouth. She moaned as our bodies moved slowly with each other.

I moved to the other one and, holding it in my hand, then began sucking that one too. I was trying to get all of her breast in my mouth, it just seemed like the thing to do. Of course I couldn’t, but it was fun to try.

My initial shyness, my normal mode of operation, was lessened by the alcohol, for sure. But having her on top of me, topless, letting me know that not only was it okay, but she was actually enjoying this, well it really emboldened me. I needed to step things up.

I continued to suck her tit, but I let go of them with my hands. I reached down between her legs and unbuckled my belt. I undid the snap but couldn’t quite get my hands in the right position to take down my zipper.

Beth sensed my frustration and rose up a bit.

“Need a hand?” she asked.

Rolling off to the side of me, she slowly unzipped the zipper. Wisely, despite my eagerness, I let her control things, going at her speed. My hard-on evident, she pulled my jeans down off my legs as I helped by raising up.

I laid there on my back, my dark boxers sitting there, fully tented with a big wet spot visible. You could even see the outline of my big mushroom head through the thin cotton.

“That looks like… you’re pretty horny.”

I smiled at her and moved my hands to the hem of my boxers. She looked in my eyes, but then looked down as I raised my hips so I could lower my shorts. I watched her eyes widen as my hard cock appeared, she seemed impressed.

“I’ve… never seen one up close like this.”

She reached out and touched it, her warm hand feeling very good on me. She touched that spot right beneath the mushroom head, my cock twitched. She looked at me.

“That’s the magic spot,” I told her.

She squeezed my cock, pre-cum oozed out the opening. She dipped her finger in it, wiping it from my lower abs and bringing it to her mouth.

“Salty,” said, licking her lips. “It’s um… it’s not bad. Actually, it doesn’t taste like much of anything.”

She bent her head down, and laid her right cheek on my cock, looking at me as she did so.

“It’s so warm, so hard, so… cool!”

She turned her head and kissed my cock about halfway down, right on the vein. Then she kissed closer to the tip, and then kissed right on the fleshy head.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as her mouth surrounded my cock, sucking me into her mouth.

Head, I thought. I’m fucking getting head!

She worked about half of him into her hot, wet mouth. This felt so much better than my hand. Beth moved her head back and forth a little, her tongue pressing on my cock head.

“Yes… fuck, Beth… yes…”

I opened my eyes again to see her kneeling beside me, her luscious tits hanging, and my cock partially in her mouth. I started thrusting a little, and cupped her nearest breast in my hand.

She tickled my balls, perfectly, and then gripped the shaft as she tried to go deeper. Then, a molar or an incisor got me.

“Ah!” I yelped.

She pulled off, worried.

“Sorry!”

“It’s fine, don’t stop, unless you want to. The teeth are just… well he’s too sensitive for teeth.”

She stroked my cock with her right hand, placing her mouth so that she just covered the tip with her lips. I reached over and pulled her sweatpants down to expose her bare ass and thigh to me. I grabbed her naked ass cheek hard.

My breathing sped up rapidly, I felt the build up occurring.

“Beth,” I gasped. “If you don’t stop… he’s going to, I’m going to…”

She stroked faster and sucked harder on my cock.

Well, I warned her.

Her fingers and lips hit my spot just right… my hips thrusted uncontrollably as I fucked her mouth.

Beth held on tight as my cock exploded in her mouth.

After the first two squirts, she pulled off and gagged a little as my cock continued to shoot sperms everywhere. Long ropes of cum fired out as she still jerked me. That shit landed on the pillow, some on my cheek and chin, then finally some shorter ropes spurted over my chest and stomach.

She looked at me, trying to swallow, but then coughed and laughed which sprayed sperm back onto my cock and stomach.

“Holy shit, Jim. You cum a lot!”

Hey, I was eighteen. That’s what we do, we cum a lot!

I laughed with her as we marveled at the mess.

“I’m sorry, Jim. I tried to swallow—”

“Hey, it’s okay… it’s fine… you were wonderful, amazing!”

“Let me try again”

And Beth leaned back down over me, kissed my cock and slurped up some of my still-hot cum. Raising up, she looked me in the eye and swallowed it.

“Mmmmmmmm… it’s like, salty tapioca or something. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”

“Can you um, get this off my face, maybe?”

I expected her to grab a tissue. But instead she crawled up to me and kissed my cheek, sucking down the cum she found here. She licked my chin clean, then she kissed me on the mouth; my cum still lingering on her lips.

It was… very surprising… and very sexy. Warm and slippery cum mixed with our saliva, fuck it was a sexy kiss! I pulled her down on top of me, and she slipped and slid on my cummy chest as we continued to kiss.

My hands grabbed her bare ass cheeks, but her legs were closed as her sweat pants remained around her knees. My hand slid into her ass crack, and my middle finger found… something.

“That’s my butt,” she said, laughing. “You’re touching my butt-hole.”

I kissed her hard again, and continued to rub it with the tip of my middle finger. It felt hot, and slightly damp. It felt weird, and… awesome.

“You, uh, don’t seem all that shy anymore, Jim.”

I smiled at my love. I was so in love. Or in lust. Or infatuated. Whatever it was, I was in it.

“Yeah, I’m noticing that, too.”

She moaned as I continued to play with her a asshole. It just… felt so cool to be touching her so intimately.

“Jimmmm…” she whispered. “You are so… naughty… you’re getting me so wet.”

We kissed more, then she squealed as I rolled her over. I rose up off her, my cum acting like spiderwebs connecting us for a few moments until they broke. Her small bush was exposed, but I wanted to see it all. I took hold of her sweats and pulled them completely off. We were both now completely naked.

Beth opened her legs slowly, allowing me to see her. I was awestruck, this was obviously the first pussy I had ever seen. But you have to remember, porn in those days was Playboy and Penthouse. They didn’t really show a wide-open pussy, mostly just showed pubic hair and maybe a hint of lips now and then.

I cupped her sex as I lay down beside her, and was struck by how hot it was! As we kissed, my hand and fingers explored, dipping into her hot wetness, discovering the different sexy folds and parts, the floppy peaks and slick valleys, and then slipping my finger into her juicy vagina.

We tongue-kissed softly yet fervently, and she placed her hand on top of mine, driving my hand back and forth over her pussy. She found my ring finger and pushed it alongside my middle finger, so i was now fucking her with two fingers.

“In case you’re wondering,” she whispered. “My hymen broke years ago, I was trying to ride Eric’s bike and boom! Lost my cherry.”

Too be honest, I wasn’t entirely sure what that meant. But I went with it, thanks to my friends at the Michelob brewing plant.

“Oh good. So that means… ”

“It means I won’t bleed, silly. When you… fuck me… later”

She crossed her legs, clamping my fingers in tight. Her hand pushed and pulled at mine, though, making my fingers still fuck her pussy and the fat part of my palm rub her clit.

“Jim… keep doing that… like that… uh huh… like that…”

I kissed her neck, her collarbone, down to her breast again. She pulled my head down on her hard as I sucked her breast. I felt her tremble and shake a little, then she shook more and more.

“Oh God Jim… yessss…shit yesssssss…””

She clenched down hard on my hands, at the same time all this goo covered my fingers. I thought to myself, Orgasm! I think she had an orgasm! I am the MAN!

She relaxed quickly, all the tension flowing out of her body. A lot of juice flowed out of her body, too. I looked at her and smiled.

“Come up here and kiss me, silly man.”

We kissed hard and deep, but I was still a bit distracted, wondering what the heck to do with my right hand that was still down there, drowning in her pussy.

“Jim… um… bring me your fingers to taste.”

Wow. Okay. So I brought my sticky fingers up, the girl-goo seriously evident on my two fingers. Beth opened her mouth, so I placed my two fingers halfway on her bottom lip, the other half resting on her tongue. She closed her mouth around them and sucked, essentially licking her own pussy juices. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Well yeah, I hadn’t seen much at this point, but I never even thought about a girl doing that.

“You want to try it?” she asked in a whisper.

I looked down so I could watch my fingers go back inside her, scooping up some more juices. She moaned as I kissed her again, then I brought my fingers up to my lips for my first taste of pussy. I licked, and then swallowed.

Oh my God!

I was expecting it to be bad, because that’s what we all thought. None of my friends had eaten pussy yet and we just assumed it would be weird. But it was nice, hard to describe, but tangy and not overpowering at all.

I got some more and fingerpainted her lips with it, then kissed her again.

We need to talk about my cock for a moment. An eighteen year old cock is a marvelous thing. As a man in my fifties, I miss that cock! It could get hard if the wind blew. And after it came it could get hard again very quickly. What a thing of beauty. Now, back to our regularly scheduled program.

I rubbed my hard cock on her leg as we kissed, holding each other tightly.

“You’re hard again?” she smile between kisses. “That’s pretty impressive, are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Yeah, pretty sure. You just… you told me it’s okay to be horny, so this is me in my natural state.”

I rubbed her pussy some more.

“Beth…”

“Jim.”

“Stop it you goof!” I laughed at her. “Beth. I want to go further, if you are okay with that.”

“Go further? Where do you want to go?”

Bitch was teasing me but it was cute. I think she liked the dirty talk.

I wiggled my hand on her pussy.

“I want to go here.”

“You’re already there.”

“I want to… put my dick in there, Beth. Inside you. I want to make love to you. I want to fuck You.”

She smiled and kissed me very hard. I told her I had a rubber in my pants, she said go get it. I actually put it on with no problems, I had practiced a lot.