Wet Girl

Wet Girl - 1960, early June, at the Water Temple parking lot in California. 1949 De Soto with a big back seat. I was 15 and the driver and his date were 16. We'd all been at a party and I'd been picked up by a 17 year old German/American girl who had just arrived here for the last month of school. She had been 'held back' a year to give her English time to develop. Her english may have needed some help, but she sure was a LOT more sexually experienced than any of the other three of us.

My aquaintance who owned and drove the big old DeSoto had also been picked up by the other girl at the same party. We all knew each other by sight...but none of us had previously been romantically connected.

The German girl wasn't long on words yet, so she simply kissed me a few times and then unzipped me and grabbed my dick and played with it and sucked it all the way up to the Water Temple. By the time we go there she had educated me considerably with her mouth and hand. She also had a trick with her tongue in my ear that was as good or better.

Anyway, The couple in the front seat quickly made up for lost time once we parked.

After about 15 minutes parked, my companion calmly announced that she wanted me to fuck her and didn't mind if the couple in the front seat watched.

I clearly recall the long, thoughful silence in the car while the rest of us thought THAT offer over. Remember, we were pretty young and, though we didn't want to admit it, very inexperienced. And I know we were also thinking hard about what it might feel like to be seeing each other every day in school thereafter.

Finally the other girl giggled and said that although she was too afraid of getting pregnant and had no intention of fucking anyone, she'd like to see us do it and wouldn't tell anyone.

I still hadn't made up my mind about all this but the German simply smiled, took her panties off, got up on her knees, put her chest down on the car seat, pulled up her skirt and waited for me to catch up with the program.

Back in those days, the girls wore garter belts and stockings, and she had hers on. So my first such experience was with lingerie...which I immediately developed a major liking for that has never worn off.

Well, her quick (and as I realized later, very practiced) move somehow didn't leave me a lot of choices...and since it was very clear to all of us that we'd all been kissing, sucking, fondling and fingering just about everything else that could be anyway, the next inevitable step had finally caught up with us. And at a lucky monent when most of the the results wouldn't somehow matter as much as they might have had we been with people we knew well or, frankly, cared a lot about. If that makes any sense. So I dropped my pants and did it with her from behind.

No one said anything as I recall. In fact I think the three of us virgins all held our breath and just watched her ass pumping away and listened to her soft moans. I think I must have been too simultaneously scared and excited to make any noise whatsoever. At one point, however, the girl in the front seat turned on the rather dim overhead light so we could all see my dick working in the girl's pussy better and I nearly lost my erection. But youth and excitement kept it going despite the sudden and unexpected 'spotlight on talent.

I think I came pretty quickly though I can't really recall. At whicn point the German girl blew all our minds again when, after she turned over, pulled her skirt down, checked her hair, and then politely asked the other girl if she could fuck her companion, too?

The other girl looked a little startled (I can't recall or imagine what me and the other guy looked like by this time...but I bet his mind as going real fast in as many new directions as mine was. Anyway, since she had no prior romantic relationship with him (and I don't think she wanted one..him main claim to fame was that he had a car and his learner's permit) she said that she guessed that was OK with her.

By this time, it was really clear that the casual petting party was over, and that at least the three of us virgins were all well into some new and pretty deep waters.

This time she came, and pretty dramatically and noisly, too. Which was the first time I think any of the other three of us had ever seen a woman do so. Including the other girl, if I guess correctly. (This was 1960, the media didn't show such things yet, and we were just innocent kids Heck,. I hadn't even discovered masturbation yet, believe it or don't.)

Well, watching THAT finally hit the other girl's 'enough' button and she turned around and sat down in her seat, faced forward and didn't say much to anyone on the quiet ride home. She didn't seem pissed as I recall. I think it had just given her a lot to think about. And I am sure it had given both me and the other guy a lot to think about. The excitement, the smells, the noises, the audience, VD, pregnancy, etc. etc. None of which we had had any prior personal experience with.

We all saw each other around school for the next few weeks but no one mentioned anything about that night. Then we saw each other not at all during the following summer. I had been totally worried to death that I/we had gotten the German girl pregnant...a girl I barely knew. And got to sweat THAT unknown over for the rest of the summer. This was before the pill was even a faint possibility, recall,...and none of us were anywhere close to condom-savvy. Except maybe the German girl. And she clearly hadn't cared about such at the time.

When I saw her next year in school, I was crushingly relieved to see she wasn't pregnant. It immediately became clear she was going out with a lot older, cooler guys than me and that there was no further chance at her coming my way again. But she always smiled warmly at me when no one else was looking. And I was and still am grateful for her thoughtful kindness in doing that. She could have, like the other girl did, ignored me and pretended it never happened. But she was a lot more mature than that. And in her kind response helped educate me as to how such experiences and relationships should and could be handled afterwards. I'll always be grateful to her for that.

After high school ended, the other guy (who had learned to brew his own beer and had quickly become an alcoholic) joined the service and I later heard he died of his diabetes...which we hadn't know he had.

I never saw or heard anything more of the German girl again.

I did, however, see the OTHER girl at our 25th high school reunion. And this time she smiled warmly at me, too and then followed me to the bar to get a drink. Drinks in hand, we started back up the hall in to the party, then she came around in front of me, looked into my eyes and whispered, "Do you remember that night up at the reservoir?" I whispered back something like 'I sure do... coudn't ever forget it though it doesn't seem very real any more." She just giggled again inexactly the same way she had when said she wanted to watch and said, "Well it happened all right! And was the most real, exciting thing I ever saw in my life!"

Then we both just grinned at each other, remembering being young, wildly excited sexual kids that night at at the Water Temple. And this time I was grateful to her for simply being there and the later willing to confirm that it had all really happened.

This memory is written in kind recollection of those two girls...

Barry