In 1975 I was 14 and that was the summer I had my first sexual experience with a girl. Her name was Lynn and she was 15 at the time. My Ma and Pa divorced when I was 7 and I lived with my Ma in a house about three minutes away from where this girl Lynn lived and right across the street from her lived a boy named Wayne. Wayne was her age and he and I used to ride bikes, go swimming in the nearby lake, go out in the woods, steal candy bars at the drug store and do kid stuff like any kids of divorced parents in the 70's. We never did anything sexual with each other, but we did talk about what we knew about girls and sex, which wasn't much. Wayne was about a year older so he was the expert on this subject, right?!

Anyway, school was out for the summer and he and I were riding our bikes past Lynn's house one gorgeous warm June morning when we heard a girl's voice call out to us. We stopped in the street and looked back and saw Lynn standing in the driveway of her parents' house waving us back to her. Right away Wayne said to me, "Come on! She'll give ya a show!" which was a complete and total mystery to me as I turned my bike around to pedal back like mad.

Lynn was standing in bare feet, wearing what looked like a t-shirt two sizes too big and nothing else, from what we could tell. She asked us if we would mind carrying two empty trash cans from the street back up to a spot inside the garage, which we did. The cans went inside the garage up in a far corner from the overhead door and once we placed the cans in the correct spot, upon turning back around, Lynn was now standing between us and the open door with the morning sunlight back-lighting her. This made the t-shirt she had on virtually transparent. At 15, this girl already had very luscious curves to her body... nice, womanly hips and full, round bra-less boobs that we could see in outline and shadow beneath her shirt.

Lynn thanked us and asked what we were doing, where we going, etcetera, then all of a sudden she yanked the lower edge of her t-shirt up from where it was hanging below her crotch and exclaimed, "I sure wish this poison ivy would clear up!" as she gently rubbed a spot about three inches above her left hip bone. The front of her panties were completely visible to us then and I remember that image as if it had happened yesterday... tight fitting cotton bikinis with a small flower print on it. This happened so fast and sudden that both Wayne and I were frozen. We stood staring, saying nothing as Lynn went on saying, "It's better than last week... was driving me crazy it was so itchy."

I had known from when I was about 10 or so that girls were different from boys in many ways and I had always wanted to see and know more. Peeks inside Playboy magazines had only made the mystery greater and when this incident occurred all I could do was stand and stare. I remember thinking to myself that morning, 'what in a the world could she possibly have in those underwear that makes such a big bulge!?!!' As it turned out, I would find out!

Lynn stood there for maybe three minutes, holding her shirt up like that, revealing her panties and half of her left tit, all the while rubbing that spot on her belly, but looking at us, looking at her with this mischievous little grin. She was enjoying her exhibitionism and our apparent confusion by it! Then another surprise... Lynn asked if we would like to see a new bathing suit she had just gotten. We of course said yes and she invited us down into the basement of the house where she had her bedroom.

Lynn had alot of space down there and she told us to sit on an old sofa along one wall while she disappeared into a downstairs bathroom. In a few minutes she emerged wearing a bright green colored bikini. She walked up to us and commenced to giving us that 'show' Wayne had mentioned earlier. She stood four or five feet away, turned one way, then the other... legs closed, then apart slightly, turned her back, bent a little forward, turned around, hands on hips, then arms above her head, all the while grinning and giggling and saying, "Like it!?". We both sat transfixed and speechless, staring and dumbstruck. Then Lynn said for us to wait a second and disappeared again. Wayne nudged me and looked at me smiling and giggling and said, "Told ya!!"

When she reappeared this time Lynn had on a pair of panties and a bra. Cotton bikini again, but a solid black color. Her bra was white and fit too tight and she was in a different mood. She told us that if we wanted to, we could come back and she would let us pick out what underwear we wanted to see her in and she would model it for us. All we had to do in return was strip down to our underwear too. We all three made an agreement to have our 'meetings', as we started calling them, every Tuesday morning at about 9am and that none of us would ever tell anyone about it. Seemed like an okay deal to all three of us!

The following Tuesday we did indeed have our first 'meeting'. Wayne and I were totally shy and awkward and Lynn controlled the whole thing. I remember her giving us instructions, like she had been planning it for a whole week! She had several pairs of panties all layed out on her bed there in her basement bedroom and first asked Wayne to choose a pair he wanted to see her in. He picked one and then she just stood there smiling, waiting, smiling, waiting and when neither of us made a move she said, "Remember?! You guys are supposed to strip too!" We looked at each other and as I remember, after neither of us did anything, Lynn came over to me and started unbuttoning my jeans, "Down to your underwear too!" she said, laughing and smiling. I remember being sooo self-conscious about taking my pants off not only in front of her but if front of Wayne too. But I did it and then quickly sat back down on the sofa, tighty-whiteys and all. Wayne took a little longer. He wasn't really ready for all of it and he sat back down using his pants to cover himself.

Lynn held up her end of the deal and let us see her in four or five different pairs of the panties of our choosing, standing, sitting, laying on her bed... any position we wanted! I still remember being fascinated by the extreme bulge her bush created in all those pretty panties and I also remember the first hardon I got in front of her. She had on a pair of string bikinis that were low in the front and just tight enough to show a bit of cameltoe and when it was my turn to go choose the next pair for her, when I stood up she looked at my crotch and said, "Uh-oh! BONER!!!" and laughed while she stared and pointed. I was embarrassed but also kind of happy. I smiled and laughed too. Wayne, on the other hand, didn't seem to be as into this harmless kid stuff the way I was. He sat looking at the floor, still shy about showing even his underwear.

To make a long story a bit shorter, that first meeting was Wayne's last. After maybe an hour, when we decided we'd had enough, Lynn sent him out of the basement and told me that if I wanted to do it again that she would like it but without Wayne. So the following Tuesday it was just me and Lynn and all her panties. We started getting together more often... twice, three times a week, since her parents and my Ma worked during the day, we were pretty much left to our own devices that summer. During one meeting Lynn said if she could touch my underwear, I could touch hers. That was a new part of our deal and every time, she would go directly for my stiff dick, pressed straight up inside my Fruit of the Looms. She would rub it, grip it, cradle my balls, hold my butt... all this while standing very close to me while I had one hand on her waist and the other sliding up and down along the front or back of her panties. Up to that point, as I remember, we would both still be wearing a shirt, me in a t-shirt and Lynn in kind of tank top/undershirt, but without a bra. I remember very clearly her nipples poking out so stiff through that tight little shirt.

At one of the meetings Lynn asked me if I wanted to peek inside her panties, which I of course did! She had the most amazing thatch of pubic hair in there! I was nowhere near as hairy down there but I let her look anyway. I'm pretty sure she was looking at my cock more than anything else. We always did this standing in the middle of her bedroom, face to face. Then came the next logical step... she asked if I "wanna rub my weener on her panties...". I said yes because I thought she wanted me to and that it was a request more than anything.

Of course, at that age I was masturbating often. Had been since I was 12 or so. I discovered orgasms completely by accident while rubbing my soft dick against a pillow one afternoon and then I tried different methods, finding the stimulation of my cock against some kind of fabric to be the best as long as I was flaccid. Then came the day I touched the underside of my hardon against Lynn's nylon bikini panties. I remember standing close to her and awkwardly thrusting my hips up and down four or five times and BOOM! A long rope of cum shot up between us and landed on her belly, my belly, her panties and the floor. Both of us were completely surprised. Lynn thought, at first, that I had peed on her! We had a few minutes of weird adolescent speculation about what had happened, (I knew what had happened. I called masturbation 'making it feel good', because I didn't know what it was really called and I was embarrassed), then we had to wipe up my mess. After that, Lynn wanted to see that magical squirt every time we had a meeting. I did my very best to follow her orders!

At another meeting Lynn and I had progressed to lying on her bed touching, feeling, playing and I asked her if I could 'rub it on her' while we were laying down. She said yes and I clumsily rolled on top of her, with my underwear pulled down to my ankles, and layed my hardon against her ample young mound, she was panting and giving a little moan now and then. She had her legs closed this first time and her arms around me. Again it took only two or three minutes of sliding it back and forth before I had a big orgasm on her panties. This was the first of many many many times since then that I would dry hump a female's silky smooth little panty to get off. It was maybe five or six meetings later that Lynn let me do this with her legs spread wide open.

In all the years since and all the different girlfriends I have had, only two have really understood the sensual pleasures of my fondness for dry humping thier panties. Some of them would humor me but I knew that they thought of my fun as kid stuff or even deranged to the point of sickness.

And there you have the rest of the story.