MR. MARIN AND ME

I didn't really notice it until I was eighteen and I blew Mr. Marin for the first time. Blew anyone for the first time.

What did I notice?

I had an itch inside my mouth, and had it for as long as I could remember. Ever since I was a kid, I moved my tongue around in my mouth trying to scratch that itch, but it was always there.

My mother chastised me; my friends made fun of me.

I found that only Mr. Marin's cock could scratch that itch.

He had been my English teacher until I graduated just a few weeks ago. To be clear, we didn't date and I didn't even think about him romantically until 4th of July weekend.

Watertown celebrated the holiday with fireworks down by the lake. I had a beer in one hand and my bag over my shoulder when I ordered a chili dog from a food truck. I was struggling to open my bag for some money with one hand, "here let me," I heard a voice say.

I turned and it was Mr. Marin. "Oh hello, Darlene. In fact, let me buy that for you."

"Thank you, Mr. Marin. That's very nice of you." Actually, I was embarrassed. I was wearing a string bikini which showed off just about everything. I mean this was a forty-five-year-old teacher, who was a nice guy, but no, I never thought of him sexually.

I'd been dating Harlan Babcock for about six months. And yes, I did think of Harlan sexually.

That bikini top didn't cover much, but Harlan had seen the covered parts. Not just seen my tits, he'd felt them up, kissed them, sucked them.

A few weeks after I'd give him my tits, I gave him access to what was inside my string bikini bottom. Like a lot of girls my age, I got a wax every month or so. Wearing a string bikini, I had to, if you know what I mean.

I'm Darlene Norcross. That bikini showed off my long legs; I'm 5' 10" tall, with 36CCs. Yeah, when they started growing, they didn't stop. When Harlan felt me up; there was a lot to feel up. His hands felt okay, although he was a little rough, but I didn‘t know any better. I took a deep breathe; I was glad to get that over with. I mean getting felt up for the first time.

I first let Harlan feel me up at the senior prom. I let him get in my panties at a party at my friend Annemarie Newell's house after graduation, I mean he didn't actually get in them. I took them off for him, and I spread my legs.

I planned this progression. A week after graduation I jerked him off for the first time.

I was planning on letting him fuck me that 4th of July weekend. It didn't work out that way.

Shortly after graduation and he'd fingered me for the first time, Harlan told me that he and his family spent every summer with his dad's family in Canada. My plan to lose my virginity was gone.

I belonged to a clique of nine girls; about half of whom were no longer virgins. Some thought it was the greatest thing in the whole world; a few said it was painful and others wondered what the big deal was.

Of course, we all talked about boys, and what we'd done. We also watched porn when our parents weren't around. We laughed and giggled a lot at the actors and actresses. They were so obviously faking it; even those of us who were virgins could see that.

Universally, we agreed that we'd never ever give a guy a blowjob. "Nope." "No chance." "No way."

When there was a Lesbian scene, we joked with Melody. "Does that turn you on, Mel?"

Melody was mannish in her behavior; she even walked and dressed more like a guy. "No chance, ladies, you know I like Jimmy Freel's cock."

"Not just Jimmy's," we laughed. She blushed. From the time Melody turned eighteen, she'd fucked numerous guys and wasn't shy about bragging about it.

I always checked out the porn actresses; I thought my tits were every bit as nice as theirs.

When my older brothers weren't around, I checked out the girlie magazines under their mattresses. I thought my tits were nicer than most of those centerfold girls.

I played volleyball and soccer. In the shower after practice and games, I checked out the other girls. Harlan was lucky to be getting tits like mine. I reminded him of that every time he felt them up. "I know, Darlene. They're beautiful."

I'm not bragging. At the beach, not only boys checked me out, but men, too. I'd overhear them.

To be honest I liked it. That's why I wore a string bikini. As an example, we lived on the lake. It was my responsibility to make sure our boat was clean: the interior and exterior. Mr. Philbin's dock and boat were right next to ours. He was probably over sixty and was always staring at me; me and my scanty two-piece.

I liked to have fun with him and I think he enjoyed it, too. I mean, when I saw he was working on his boat, I'd put on one of my skimpiest tops and pretend I was cleaning our boat. "Hi, Mr. Philbin. Nice day, huh?"

"Yes, it is Darlene. Beautiful."

Then I'd get busy; not really cleaning the boat, but bending over in such a way that my tits were almost falling out. I know Mr. Philbin was watching. "Mr. Philbin, I heard the fish are biting up on the north cove."

He'd look over at me, and I'd bend over a little farther. "I was out early this morning. Caught four or five good size trout."

"Good for you."

Don't think I'm a cock teaser. If it was a boy my age over there; I'd make sure I wore a more modest top and I wouldn't bend over like I did for Mr. Philbin. And of course, there was no teasing with Harlan.

Anyhow, here it was 4th of July and for the last few weeks I'd been looking forward to losing my virginity to Harlan, and now he was gone.

Don't think Harlan was anything special. He was just the current one. If I'd been going out with anyone else, they'd be the one I'd give it up to. It was time. Time to give up my virginity.

After Harlan left, I was so disappointed.

Mr. Marin was so nice to buy my chili dog and then he walked me over to where my friends were hanging out. I mean it was dark, and although there were lots of people around a girl can't be too careful. Especially dressed like I was.

He knew all my friends, said hello and then was on his way; that was it. Like I said above, I never thought of him sexually. I mean he was in his forties, YEEEEEEW!!!

Then he was. I mean I started thinking of him sexually.

TO BE CONTINUED