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Subject: {ASSM} Anna's Story part 1 (young, 1st, true)
Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2001 17:10:03 -0400
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Hi.  My name's Anna, and right now I have a lot of time on
my hands, so I started thinking about my life, and
especially my earlier sexual experiences.  I started pretty
young, and was kind of stupid, but hey, I don't have too
many regrets.

ANNA'S STORY part 1

When I was 12, my parents went out of town for the weekend.
They left my 15-year-old sister Maria in charge of me.  My
mother's a Latina (my sister's named after her), but my
father's white, so my sister and I looked like we were white
with good tans.  My father wasn't too strict, but my mother
would beat us with a brush if we were bad.

My sister had just made friends with a bunch of kids down
the block after she started High School.  I had just turned
12 a couple of months before, so I was still afraid to be in
the house alone at night.  My sister took me with her to
hang out with her friends, so I wouldn't be afraid.  Sure,
my sister could be mean to me sometimes, but she loved me.
We were best friends until she got into Jr. High.

We lived in a white neighborhood, and the kids all hung out
at this dark corner near an empty lot.  Most of them were
smoking, and smoking pot, pretending the joints were
cigarettes, but I could tell.  My sister didn't drink or
smoke in front of me, but she kept disappearing for a minute
or two, and she looked spacey when she came back.

I was pretty excited to be hanging out with my sister and
her friends, but I was pretty shy, so I kind of stood off to
the side.

After a while, this big shiny car pulled up, and everybody
yelled, "Johnny's here!"  Johnny was a lot older than the
other kids and real good looking.  He got out of his car
with a 12-pack of beer in each hand.

We all hung out, and everybody was drinking and getting
stoned except me.  I noticed that other than when Johnny
first got there, they called him John, but he'll always be
Johnny to me.  I kept staring at him because he was so cute.
He kept glancing over at me, like he knew I was staring at
him, and I would look down and then over at a tree or
something, like I was looking at the tree the whole time.  I
could feel my face flush whenever he looked at me.

After a while, everybody was going to go somewhere for a
while and then come back (I'm pretty sure they were going to
go get some more pot).  It was going to be a long walk, and
Johnny wasn't going to go.  I found out later that Johnny
had a rule that the only time he got in his car when he was
stoned was to go home, so nobody even asked him to drive.

My sister Anna asked Johnny if he'd watch me until they got
back, and he said "Sure," so she told me to stay with him
and they'd be back in less than an hour.

Johnny told me that he had to sit down, so he went over to
these steps that went up to a wall and sat down.  At first,
I wondered why the steps were there, but you could tell that
there used to be a passageway, but that it had been bricked
up.

I sat down a couple of feet away from Johnny on the same
step.  We sat there in silence for a long time, with Johnny
drinking beer and chain-smoking.  It got pretty cold, and I
started shivering.  I think Johnny heard my teeth
chattering, because he offered to let me share his jacket.
He had this huge puffy down jacket.  He lifted his arm up
with the side of the jacket in his hand and I snuggled up
next to his body.  He wrapped it around me as best he could.
It was barely big enough to get around my side, but at least
I could feel the warmth from his body.

My teeth were still chattering, but I noticed that I was
snuggled up against this gorgeous older boy, so my heart
started pounding wildly.  I snuggled in as tight as I could
against him with my hands buried underneath my chin to try
to keep them warm.

After a few minutes, Johnny said, "You're teeth are still
chattering.  I'd let you wear my jacket, but then I'd be
freezing too.  If you want, you could sit on my lap, and
then I could wrap the jacket around us both better."

My teeth were chattering too much to say anything, so I just
climbed on his lap, and he wrapped the jacket around us.

I started to warm up, but it started to feel like he was
trying to push his fingers between my butt-cheeks.  Then I
remembered that both his arms were wrapped around my
stomach, and I knew it was his wiener.

It kept growing and soon it was pushing against my pussy.  I
had this urge to start grinding my butt against him, but I
didn't, because I was too surprised at what was happening.
If I thought my heart was pounding wildly before, I was
wrong.  Now, every beat shook my body.  I could feel his
heart beating too, against my back, and I could feel his hot
breath against my hair.

I practically melted against him, and he started slowly
rubbing his face in my hair.

"You know, you're a really pretty girl."

I couldn't believe he was talking to *me*.  I turned my head
around to look at him, and felt the stubble on his chin
scrape my forehead.

"No I'm not.  Boys don't even look at me.  They just look at
the ninth-graders that have big tits."

It was true.  My tits were so small that I didn't even need
to wear a bra.

Johnny kissed my forehead, which was the first time a boy
had ever kissed me.

"How old are you?"

I lied, and I knew that he knew I was lying.  I told him my
sister's age.

"Fifteen."

"Hmm.  You're fifteen.  Well, at age fifteen, I'll bet
you've kissed a dozen boys and broke all their hearts."

I turned my head away and shook it.

"I've never been kissed by a boy, on the lips."

I felt Johnny's wiener pulsing to an even bigger size, and
pressing against the inner thigh of my right leg.  I had
never felt so horny.

"Well, Anna, *I* want to kiss you."

He stood up, picking me up with him, and started walking me
towards his car.  The entire time, I could feel his erection
pressing against my back.

We got in his car, and he started the engine.  He explained
to me that he had to turn the engine on so the heater would
work.  Then he kissed me.

He kissed me softly, taking my upper lip between his lips.
Then he kissed me taking my lower lip between his.  Then he
moistened his lips with his tongue, turned his head
sideways, and kissed me again.

My whole body went slack, and my mouth opened.  His tongue
entered my mouth and slowly massaged my tongue.  I was
tingling between my legs, and if he had touched me there,
I'm sure I would have had an orgasm.

He turned his head the other way and French kissed me again.
He kissed my cheek, my neck, and sucked briefly on my
earlobe.  He whispered in my ear.

"I'm going to give you your first 100 kisses."

He started French kissing me again and slid his hand up my
top, rubbing my tummy.  I was wearing a long-sleeve knit
top.  It fit tightly on me but it was stretchy, so it was
easy for him to get his hand inside.  He kept kissing me and
moved his hand onto one of my titties, massaging it with his
palm.  I was moving my legs together and apart, because I
was so horny.

Johnny lifted my top up and started sucking on my titties.
He told me that the top was tickling his nose, and started
to pull my top off me.  I let him, but for some reason I was
really embarrassed.  I liked him sucking on my titties, but
the idea of being topless felt weird.

Once my top was off, he went back to sucking my titties, and
rubbing my tummy, but his hand kept going lower until his
fingers were just inside my panties.  Then he started French
kissing me again while he wormed his hand down to my pussy.
I spread my legs so he could get to it better, and I came
within seconds after he started fingering me.

He unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.  Then he stopped
kissing me and started pulling my panties and pants down.

I got scared and shut my legs.

"Don't!"

Johnny looked up at me.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything you don't want me to, I
promise.  I just want to see you."

For some reason, I trusted him.  He had such a nice look on
his pretty face, like he really liked me.  He started
pulling my panties and pants down again, and I just watched
as first my almost hairless pussy and skinny hips, and then
my scrawny legs came into view.  He didn't stop until he got
my pants down to my ankles.

Johnny sat back up and looked my body over.  I wanted to put
a blanket over me, because I was so embarrassed at being
practically naked.  He let out a big sighing groan.

"Ohhh.  You are absolutely the most beautiful girl I've ever
seen."

At first, I thought he was lying, but the look on his face
made me think he really meant it.

He started French kissing me again and rubbing my pussy.  I
had only started playing with myself a couple of months
before, but he did it almost exactly like I liked it.  He
didn't try to stick his fingers inside me too far, probably
because he knew I was a virgin.  He was a little bit rougher
than I usually was, but not too much, and I came again in
about another minute.

But he didn't stop after I came, like I usually did.  He
kept going and making me come more until it was too much, so
I grabbed his arm, and fell against his side.

"Stop."

I looked down to see that he had his wiener out of his
pants.  I had heard about them, and had seen drawings of
"penises" in Sex Ed class, but I had never seen one before.
I didn't know they got so big when they were "erect".

Johnny took my hand and put it on his wiener.  I had heard
that it was called a "hard-on", but it felt so soft, and
hot.  He started moving my hand up and down on it slowly.

"Rub it like this."

He took his hand away, and I rubbed his wiener up and down
like he had told me.  I was fascinated by how it felt.  Then
he pulled his pants and boxer shorts down to his ankles and
spread his legs.  I was curious, so I started touching his
balls.

"Be easy with those, they're very delicate."

I used my fingertips to feel them, all the way down to
between his legs.  I guess I spent a little too much time
with them, because he put my hand back on his wiener again.
He told me to go faster, then slower, and all the while, I
was staring at it with my head resting on his chest a few
inches away.

Pretty soon, he started breathing really deeply and quickly,
letting out little moans, and his heart was beating
furiously.  Then he started squirting.  The first squirt got
me right on the mouth, and because my mouth was a little bit
open, some of it got inside.  I reflexively closed my mouth
and swallowed while closing my eyes and turning my head
away.  I felt another squirt hit me on the cheek, then on my
neck, and a whole bunch ran over my hand.

For a moment, I thought he was pissing, but then I
remembered from Sex Ed class that it was "semen", and that
it made babies.  It had sounded gross at the time, but the
little bit that had gotten in my mouth tasted sweet to me.
There was also something primal about the way it tasted that
turned me on.

Johnny was breathing deeply like he was out of breath, and I
opened my eyes to see his wiener jerking slightly, while a
little bit more of his come oozed out and down onto my hand.
My hand was covered with it, and it was starting to drip
down the sides of my hand.

I put my hand up to my nose to smell it.  What little smell
there was made me even hornier, and I started licking what
was about to drip off.  I liked it, and I slurped it off my
hand, and then scraped the rest of it off my cheek and neck
so I could drink that too.

I looked up to see Johnny staring at me in amazement.

"You like the taste of come?"

I shrugged.

"I don't know.  I guess so."

"You're amazing!  You're not only beautiful...  Fuck!"

He kissed me softly on the lips, looked me in the eye,
smiled, and shook his head.

"You're great Anna."

He kissed me again.

"You're a great kisser too.  Are you sure that stuff about
you never having been kissed is true?"

I shook my head.

"No boy has ever kissed me except you."

He just smiled and shook his head, but then he suddenly
seemed worried.

"Well look, we better put our clothes back on, in case
everybody else comes back, okay?"

He quickly pulled up his pants, and tucked in his shirt.  I
pulled up my pants and put my top back on.  Johnny was
watching me the whole time.

"Watching you get dressed is almost as sexy as taking your
clothes off."

By the time I got my clothes on, there was a bitter
aftertaste in my mouth from the come.

"Could I have a sip of your beer?  My mouth doesn't taste so
good right now."

"What's the matter?  I thought you liked my come."

"I do, but I need something to drink."

"I don't want your parents to smell beer on your breath."

"They're gone for the weekend."

"Your parents are gone?  We could have...  Well anyway,
here, have a sip."

He handed me his beer, and I gulped down a bunch.  I don't
know what was worse, the beer or the taste that was in my
mouth.

"Go ahead and finish it if you want."

The alcohol got into my little body pretty quickly, and I
liked the feeling.  We cuddled together, and he put a
cassette in his player.

"Have you ever heard of the Rolling Stones?"

I wasn't really into music yet, but of course I had heard of
the Rolling Stones.

"Yeah."

Have you ever heard the song "Gimme Shelter"?

"I don't know."

"Well, then listen."

The opening notes seemed to come from all directions in his
car, and they were creepy but hypnotic.  I couldn't
understand any of the words because the singer seemed to
mumble, until the chorus.  "Rape!  Murder!  It's just a shot
away.  It's just a shot away.  Rape!  Murder!  It's just a
shot away."

It scared me.  For a moment, I thought that Johnny was going
to do that to me, and I almost started crying.  I looked up
at him, and he was just so into the song, softly singing
along between hits of his cigarette, and gulps of his beer,
that I knew it was okay.

He looked down at me about halfway through the song, with a
big smile on his face and said, "Isn't this just the best
song ever?"

I smiled back and said, "Yeah."

We listened to a bunch of other Stones songs that I had
heard before, but didn't know that they were Stones songs.
To this day, the Stones are still my favorite band, and
Johnny was right, "Gimme Shelter" is the best song of all
time.

After a while, I could tell that Johnny was getting drunk.
He turned down his car stereo and looked at me.

"You're not fifteen are you?"

"Yes I am."

"Your older sister's fifteen, and she asked me if I'd watch
you.  I'm going to ask you again, how old are you?"

I scrambled to come up with a story.

"Maria's almost sixteen, and I *just* turned fifteen.  I've
always been her baby sister, so she always wants someone to
watch over me."

He seemed to buy it.

"Well, even though you're fifteen, do me a favor and don't
tell anyone about how we made out tonight, okay?  I could go
to prison for 20 years for what we did tonight.  I mean,
you're still a virgin, but I could spend 20 years in prison
just because we made out.  So please promise me that you
won't tell anyone.  Please?  Especially not your sister, or
the rest of the gang, or anyone.  Please?"

"I promise.  I don't want you to go to jail, I promise."

"Good.  Did you have fun tonight?  I mean, you're not sorry
we made out are you?"

I cuddled up against Johnny, and put my arm on his tummy.

"No, Johnny, I'm not sorry we made out.  I think you're
great, and I've loved every second of being with you."

He pulled me onto his lap, so that we were facing one
another, and hugged me, and ran his fingers through my hair.

"I think you're great too.  You're the best girl I've met in
a long, long time.  I really, *really* like you."

He rubbed my back, and kissed me on the top of my head, and
on my forehead, and on my nose, and on my lips.  After each
kiss, he looked me in the eye and smiled.

"Well Annie, I've got to go home and go to bed."

I was disappointed that he got my name wrong, but he was
really drunk.  I guess he saw my look of disappointment, but
he thought I was disappointed that he was going to leave.

"Just look at the time sweetheart!  It's 12:42 in the
morning.  If I was sure your sister wasn't coming back, I'd
want to sleep with you.  I mean... not to have sex or
anything, just to hold you and cuddle up with you.  God,
that would be *so* fucking great!"

His eyes were closed.  He held me close to him and French
kissed me, then suddenly pulled away.

"I gotta stop.  You're getting me all turned on again."

He smiled at me, then started the car and drove me home.  I
wanted him to sleep over, mostly because I was afraid of
being alone in the house, although I wouldn't have dared to
admit that to him, but also because I was thinking about
spending the night cuddling up with him.

"You could sleep over if you want.  Maybe Maria won't come
home, and if she does, you could sneak out..."

"No way, Anna.  Your sister would freak."

"Well, you could sleep in my bed and I could sleep on the
couch.  Or you could sleep in my parent's room.  Maria *did*
want you to look after me."

"Don't do this to me Anna.  Look, I can't, I wish I could,
but I gotta go home."

With that, he kissed me goodnight and waited until I got
inside and turned most of the lights on before he drove
away.

---

Well, that's the end of the story about my first sexual
encounter.  If you thought it was interesting and want me to
write more, you can email me at annar@mailandnews.com.

Anna R.

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