This is a completely true story that started in the summer of 1972, and continues to this day.

Lynda was 22 and I was 17 when we met. She was a counselor in a youth group that I belonged to. She had long black hair, green eyes, and perfect 34c breasts. Although there was a mutual attraction, nothing much happened. She would tease me by telling me what she could do to me, if I was 18.

At the end of the summer, I met her at a going away party. She was going back to college, and I was going to be a senior in high school. At the end of the evening she took my hand and led me around the corner to the back of the building. When we were out of view, she put her hands around the back of my neck and gave me the longest, wettest kiss I had ever had. As she pressed her body close to mine, she whispered in my ear, that she couldn't wait until the following summer when I would be 18. She took my hand and put it under her blouse. As I rubbed her breasts, she kept kissing me. Her nipples were rock hard. I lowered my head and took one of them into my mouth. As I gently licked her, she began to breath more heavily. Suddenly she pushed me away and said this was a mistake and we could'nt go any farther. She left in a rush, leaving me with a hard on that wouldn't go away. A terrible thing to do to a 17 year old boy.

That was the end of it. I expected to see her the following summer but she never returned. I was told that she had taken a summer co-op job of town. I had thought of her often over the years, and wondered what it would have been like if we had ever gotten together.

That wouldn't happen for almost 20 years, and that story will be told in Part 2 in the next couple of days.
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3 years ago
cool cant waite