attend the best college I could qualify for. I was reluctant to do it, as I didn't know if I could make it without Tom, but he believed in me, and that gave me the courage to cross the country for college.*** A week after I graduated from high school, I turned 18. Mom and Tom made my special day wonderful, though they have always been very creative and special in celebrating my birthdays. Afterwards, I went up to Tom and told him that I wanted to work off that wonderful dinner and asked him to come with me to the local nature center and take a hike. As we walked down the streambed, I shared my memories, he helped that little high energy, unfocused little girl slow down and learn to get in touch with nature. “I still remember you taking my little hand in yours and guiding me down this path. I will always cherish all the wonderful experiences we have shared together. I'll miss you so much when I go off to college, but you have left me with so many memories, that you'll always be part of me. I do have one request to make, though, one final birthday present.” “Were you unhappy with what I got you?” he asked.
“No, your gift was very thoughtful and I will treasure it forever. This is something different. I'm sure that you remember that day you caught me crying because I wanted to be a woman but still looked like a little girl. Well, I can tell that you know that I am a woman, now. I know that our increasingly lingering hugs aren't just because you are going to miss me when I leave. I've seen you watch me, and I've loved knowing that you want to and enjoy watching me. I have never wanted to hide anything from you. Well, now that we both know that I am a woman, I feel it is high time at noon for me to truly be a woman. I want to make love like a woman.” “But you don't have a boyfriend right now,” Tom said. “I can't see you having sex with some guy just so you won't be a virgin anymore.” “You're right, Tom. I could never do that. I would never make love with someone I didn't love. But there is a man that I love and adore, a man who has touched my heart deeper than anyone else has ever done.” A look of confusion came over Tom's face. I said, “We both know what I'm saying. You are the man I want to share this moment with. I couldn't imagine wanting to share it with anyone else. Please?” “Princess, you mean so much to me. I would never want to do anything that might jeopardize either our relationship or the memories we both hold dear.
No matter how strongly I want this, too, please don't encourage me to do anything that might harm what we have developed together.”
“Since that night you first taught me the pleasures hidden deep within my body, I have dreamt of this opportunity. I know that nothing could be more right. I know that eventually we'll go our separate ways and raise our own families, but you have done so much to start me down the path of discovering whom I am, and I want you to be the one to start me down this path of womanhood. I've been waiting for the right time, but I realize that I'm running out of time, as I leave in two months for college.” I look up into his eyes, and he reaches his arms out toward me. I dive into his chest and hug him closely. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” is all I could say.*** Tom always was the one to prepare and plan, even for this. He bought me different sized dildos so that I could stretch myself in advance, as he couldn't face causing me any pain. He suggested that with our love of nature, the ideal time and place would be the full moon, two weeks before I leave for college, and our favorite secluded backpacking trail in the local wilderness area. My excitement grows as the time slowly passes. I'm still jealous of Tom's patience. I diligently follow his directions and stretch my hymen. Actually, this isn't so difficult, as I have this insatiable urge to masturbate whenever I can. The time is finally here. We are packed and ready to go. Tom reassures me that he has packed the condoms (always the responsible one). I feel like a giddy little schoolgirl as we drive into the mountains. Not much time goes by between one or the other reaching over and caressing the thigh of the other. We reach the trailhead and put on our packs. The trail is beautiful and the weather is perfect.
During part of the hike, we are hiking down a stream, with almost shear cliffs on either side. All of a sudden, without any warning, a family of bighorn sheep come barreling down one wall, right in front of us, stop to look at us for a moment, and then head right up the other side. It caught us so off-guard that we forgot to snap a picture. We continue our hike. I've got this itch that doesn't seem to want to go away, but I know what will work. We get to our campsite. We are at the edge of a beautiful meadow, filled with every color flower imaginable. We look out over the wide stretch of open land, with our arms around each other's waist. I feel wonderful. How is it that I feel like a woman and yet feel like a little girl again, too? I run through the flowers, skipping and laughing and having a grand time. Tom just watches me, smiling and slowly shaking his head back and forth. I grab an armful of flowers and run back to Tom.
High in the air I toss them, and flowers rain down all over us as we embrace. We prepare dinner together, wanting to get it finished and cleaned up before it gets dark. Actually, if I weren't so excited about what is to come, I would have found the dinner to be very tasty.
After dinner, Tom puts some water on the fire so we can wash up.
While it is heating up, we gather up a lot of pine needles and make a nice mattress overlooking the meadow. Tom then zips our two sleeping bags together as one, while I shyly look on. The sun is going down, so we split the hot water and go in separate directions to clean up. I strip off my clothes from the hike and wash myself from head to toe.
My skin is tingling, and I can't stop leaking down my leg. I definitely need something big to plug this leak. From my backpack, I remove the special little baby doll nightie I bought just for this occasion. It is silky and almost see through. It leaves nothing to the imagination. It barely covers my other surprise. Now, I do have pubic hair, though not a lot. It is soft and silky, and I've trimmed it into the shape of a heart. Tonight I will share my heart with the man who has possessed my heart my entire life. I've also grown to a small B-cup, so my perky globes will show through nicely behind this veil. I put the final touches on the present I'm sharing with my beloved, and can't wait till he puts his touches on that present.*** The sun is down now. The sky is full of stars, and the Milky Way can be seen reaching across the sky. The moon starts to peek over the mountain as I walk to our love nest. When I get there, I notice that Tom has gathered up flowers and drawn a large heart on the ground around our sleeping bag. The bag is unzipped and folded over, in a welcoming manner. I look towards the meadow and see the moon fully exposed rising right above the head of my beloved. The moonlight shines off of Tom's muscles and makes his definition look that much more impressive. He is wearing only boxer shorts, though they can't hold in his obvious desire. I notice his eyes slowly explore me from head to toe. His gaze lingers on my legs. I realize why. The moonlight is probably glistening off the drops that are endlessly meandering down my legs. He walks up to me, takes my hand and drops to one knee. Looking downward, he says, “My fair princess, how can I be worthy of such a treasure? Your beauty blinds me. Shakespeare said it so perfectly, in Romeo and Juliet: 'My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.'” “Arise my noble knight, for tonight you are my king. I wish I had my love to give to you, but that love has already been given away, given to you from the day I was born. I can share with you no more than you deserve, yet I lack the assets to fulfill that amount. I can give but myself to you, though I have always been yours. I can never repay you for all you have given me. Tonight, I can but share that which you have created by your love. And with this love, let us entwine.”
In each other's arms we form as one. Our lips touch, ever so gently. Our tongues meet; our first kiss of passion; just a taste of what is to come… I've cherished the memory of that night forever. I can still go back in my mind and feel the wonderful sensations, the glorious love. I couldn't imagine anything more perfect. Though we see each other whenever we can, that night was a one-time experience. We realize that attempting a repeat would only tarnish the memory. I left for college two weeks later. I did miss Tom and Mom, but my workload kept me busy enough to make the loss tolerable. On occasion, I did go out on a date, but I found the guys to be much like the ones I knew from high school, just looking for what they could get.
Taking My Sister's Cherry
J. Wellington Thorpe
I lived in the Los Angeles area with my mother and my older sister. My father died when I was ten of cancer. The insurance money that dad left for us entitled us to live a good life. Mom worked fulltime as a bank teller. Mom was super strict on Nancy. She was going to make sure that her daughter didn't end up getting pregnant by some pimple face teenager. I on the other hand was given more freedom. At 14 years old, I was introduced to sex by an older girl at school. By the time I was 16 I knew very well how to make a girl cum hard. That simmer I was fucking this 12 year old girl in my room, thinking that Mom was at work and Nancy wouldn't be home till later that
