Memories of Clumsy Beginnings
Meeting the warden of my senior living facility in Florida, whose name was Helen, brought back memories of my first significant relationship and enjoyable lovemaking experience.
Once I settled into my new environment, I sat in my room and reminisced about the past.
After a disastrous relationship where rumors of premature ejaculation and my inability to please an insatiable lover, I had to deal with the mockery from my fellow students. The first few months of my college life were a source of laughter for my classmates.
I wallowed in self-pity for an appropriate amount of time, waiting for everyone to forget about my mistakes. Then, I fortunate met Helen, who became my next love.
Helen was just a couple of months older than me in age, but in almost every other aspect I considered her a different universe. The fact that Helen grew up on a farm with liberties unavailable to me allowed her to gain wisdom and experience. Helen's liberal-minded parents, who trusted all six of their daughters unconditionally, provided her with this knowledge.
Having just turned 18 six months ago, Helen embarked on her first year at the same college as me, Dillard College in New Orleans. I chose to escape the confining environment of my Irish/Catholic upbringing, with eight siblings, to study biology at Dillard. Spreading her wings, Helen selected a psychology major.
The pleasant weather year-round made it almost guaranteed that we would form a strong physical relationship eventually.
It wasn't only that Helen was extremely attractive to me, but she had short, pixie hair that highlighted her reddish hair, dazzling blue eyes, and constant smile.
During that time (mid-70s), the prevailing trend was the desire to be in a committed romantic relationship, or any form of relationship at all. It was considered unpopular to be lonely or independent.
I never would have expected how significant a role Helen would play in my journey towards better sexual gratification.
We first met in the library. It was nothing short of physical attraction - lust at first sight. She was simply unmatched in beauty in my eyes. When it was time for us to engage in spoken conversation, her confident Nashville accent made my own New York pronunciation sound foolish. I didn't stand a chance in trying to match Helen's clever wordplay, but she was willing to give me a shot.
That night, Helen and I wandered the premises, eventually finding ourselves in a secluded fenced area. Helen wasted no time in kissing me and grinding her crotch against mine to a rhythmic beat. The night was mild, which was typical, so Helen alternated stroking each of my fingers and allowing me to feel her wet, hairy pubic area while she fingered herself without inhibitions.
On occasion, Helen would undo her bra to expose a breast for me to grasp her nipple. The response was always the same and swift - I would achieve a rigid erection.
Helen would then expose my penis to the open air and give it an expert blowjob.
On average, I would ejaculate relatively quickly after Helen's astute foreplay. If I'd already masturbated in the morning, I could sometimes keep it up for as long as five minutes. Not very often though. Helen didn't seem to mind that I came so swiftly.
Having released my seed, I took a 25-minute walk to recover, preparing for round two. Our destination was a breathtakingly secluded lake, discovered by Helen on her daily walks, another hobby of hers.
The walk usually had a similar flow. There was never any mention of what happened before. It was as if our warm-up sessions were just a necessary step for the events that followed.
We traversed topics like college, assignments, lectures, music, fashion, and scandal as we held hands and strolled towards our special place.
At our destination, we didn't waste any time jumping to business. Helen's grin suggested it was her turn to feel content, and she never held back in demanding it.
The routine always began the same way. Helen lay on her back with her eyes closed. After removing Helen's skirt/jeans (whatever she wore), I'd loiter near her exposed genital region, deliberately leaving her in anticipation. When eventually I broke the spell and made contact, it was to slide my hand inside Helen's panties gently to fondle her bush and insert two fingers.
This method, which I was very proud of, always produced the desired outcome. Helen was quite wet by the time I got three fingers settled.
All deceit and lethargy vanished once the ease of Helen's panties. Her genitals were openly exposed. [
What transpired afterward could only be characterized as an intense session of oral sex. I'll admit, though, that sometimes my vocal cords felt strained or my hair and teeth got tangled, I eagerly persisted in seeking the maximum amount of enjoyment out of the act.
Clearly, Helen was deriving immense satisfaction from our established practice. This delighted me enormously. The interlude featured Helen indulging in self-pleasure or me masturbating myself multiple times.
Over the course of several hours, we relentlessly attacked each other's genitals before, feeling tired but content, we decided to return to campus.
Whenever money allowed it, I'd provide Helen with a serious pounding. Her reluctance to let me penetrate her anally never ceased to baffle me.
