I was introduced to s*x, like many girls, in the backseat of a car.
My parents were stringent, which did more harm than good. Believe it or not, my dates in high school consisted of my father driving us to a movie and then picking us up.
I turned eighteen in October of my senior year. The only boy I had made out with was Bob Wilson, whom I had known since grade school. He was a year older than me, and I adored him. While kissing in the movies, I had allowed him to squeeze my ripening breasts. He was a little rough. But when his lips brushed, then sucked my tender n*****s, it felt so good I could feel it in my p***y. Emboldened by the darkness of the theater, I spread my legs slightly. I was able to sneak my hand between my legs and stroke my p***y gently. I couldn't stop touching myself,
