The Flip Flop Girl

Flip Flop Girl: For the Very First Time

I'll go ahead and jump into my first sexual experience because I've been thinking about it since last night. I sort of look at it as dumb luck that it turned out the way it did. Sex is messy. And this was sort of messy while also being less messy than I could have ever expected.

It was the summer before high school. I'd gotten interested in this long haired skinny boy my age. He and I would see each other riding bikes. He smiled at me. I'd smile at him. Then we finally started talking. Tim was very laid back. He told me he liked to smoke pot. He also talked about Hemingway. He was a gentle, sort of spacy, intriguing boy. As for the pot, he never pressured me into smoking with him. And I never showed any interest. Maybe that's why I rarely saw him smoke.

We didn't really go out for very long. It was a mismatch from the start but he shared my love for books so he had me hooked for awhile. He led the way to my introduction to sex. It was odd but I wouldn't change a thing.

We had been going out for a couple of weeks. We kissed. We held hands. Our first movie together was a tape of Eraserhead and that really set the tone for that summer.

We were alone at his home. The parents were away. I don't think his parents realized we were alone but I'd come to learn that they were a very easygoing lot, perhaps too easygoing. They let Tim do as he pleased. He told me that it was his folks who turned him onto weed. I shrugged. We walked out into the backyard. There was a swimming pool and lawn chairs. It was very hot. We were in shorts, tees, and flip flops. As soon as we stepped out onto the deck, he kicked off his flip flops, he threw off his shirt, and pulled off his shorts. He plopped down on a chair with a thud. "What the hell?" I thought as my heart started to race.

"It's okay, Rachel. Feel free to strip off too. Why be a hypocrite? It's hot. It feels better this way, that's all," said Tim so confidently, so matter-of-factly, and so persuasively. I couldn't resist. He had me out of my clothes lounging in the next chair within seconds. "Yeah, oh, I know what you mean," I said, not feeling like I was trying to play it cool but just going with the flow.

What he did next was utterly inspired although it is definitely not for everyone. He casually took hold of his dick and started to stroke away. He even let out a little sigh. "What the fuck?" I asked myself, although less scared than I'd been at first. "Having fun?" I remember asking him.

"Rachel, just do whatever makes you feel good. That's how I live my life."

"Oh, sure, I'm just not used to being so...liberal."

His parents were neo-hippies, totally vegan, save-the-planet, everything hemp.

"My folks are nudists. I've always felt better out of clothes."

"Cool."

I couldn't bring myself to touch myself. I did, however, want to watch him. His dick was pointing straight up. It was massive, a missle gleaming in the hot sun. If he bent down, I swear, I'm pretty sure he could have kissed it! He'd stroke it lightly, pet it, slide his fingers up and down it. Then he started to stroke it faster and squeeze on his balls. He kept this up until finally his rocket took flight and exploded hot cum. I was mesmerized!

He had huge feet too. Big meaty feet with pads as big as a bear's and thick long toes, like claws. I remember being fascinated by them as I was with his whole long bronzed body and especially his free-wheeling big dick, like a geyser, like a fire hose. That boy was hung like a horse! And all I wanted to do was just look at it. He understood. He was probably still a little stoned and only had enough energy to focus on keeping that skycraper of his erect.

After an experience like that, you might expect a girl to make a hell bent descent into utter debauchery but I've always had a good head on my shoulders. If I remember right, he dozed off after the fireworks. Even if he'd been awake, he was so lethargic that he never posed a threat. I'd come to trust him. He was there for me as a friend. I think that summer we repeated this encounter a number of times and it was always about the same. I'd gotten comfortable enough where I'd play with myself too. It felt really good in the hot sun, the two of us there together getting off separately.

I didn't really feel like playing with his dick. I'd touch it and I'd let him touch me but that was about it. And I was hardly going to put that thing inside me. I was already contemplating future boyfriends, my own health and safety, my entire future! No, we just did our own thing and then swam around the pool. What worked best for me was simply watching him go at it. I learned so much from watching him wank off. I learned when to stop and then start up again; when to ease in and when to ease off; when to glide your fingers along with the honey drippings! It was much better than porn would ever have been. Although, with his schlong, it did have a surreal porno quality. I still had such a ways to go with foot love or anything back then; at that time, it was all about learning as much as I could and that alone could turn me on. I sometimes wonder if Tim ever progressed beyond what he was doing with me. He was smart. But, when I think about it, he looked and acted like such an oaf. He wouldn't have known the first thing to do with my pretty feet while I already had some ideas of my own.

What's really funny is that towards the end we got sloppy about tracking the whereabouts of Tim's parents. One sweet summer day, we were out in the backyard having our usual fun when both parents showed up out of nowhere! Tim became a legend to me that day. He kept up a nice stroke on his engorged member and half-heartedly said hello. The two of them stared at us for a moment but quickly dropped their gaze and made an incredible effort to appear unphased by what was before them. The father made some pathetically passive remarks, something like, "Well, you guys take it easy."

They did everything but flash us a fucking peace sign! Surprizingly, the longer this played out, the more comfortable I became to where I wasn't embarrassed at all, actually a little irritated, but not embarrassed. I was totally happy to just lay there, my tits for all to see, the nipples sticking straight out! Were they giving off good healthy nudist vibes? I don't know. I thought they should have just told us to put our clothes on but they didn't and went back inside. I know I went back to fingering myself and went on to have the best orgasm I'd known up til then. After that, it was time for a well deserved dip in the pool.

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