Three Full Moons

I've been fascinated by sex since I was a tiny little thing.  I don't think I was more than six when I first stumbled upon soft porn.  I wasn't sure what was going on, but oh how bare breasts excited me!  Thankfully I was raised in a sheltered, religious environment.  The tumultuous teenage years passed largely uneventful for me.  The first kiss at age 14.  Feeling boobs for the first time a few months later (the most perfect D cups ever.  I'll never forget them).  Mostly it was me whacking off to naughty thoughts of girls at my school.  I told myself I was saving it for marriage, or at least for some person and time worth saving it for. 

At sixteen I had my first real test.  She was my age, a close family friend and we were tipsy, in the back of my mom's car, somewhere in Jesmondine.  I still vividly remember how her smooth, dark skin shone in the moonlight from the open sunroof.  She was wearing a matching bra and thong.  We kissed, we grabbed, we groped and we grinded on each other like our young lives depended on it.  We steamed up mommy's windows. 

But we didnt do it.

I just couldn't let myself.  Tomorrow would be Sunday and I was determined that that we would both be at the Kingdom Hall with our mothers. Hangovered, but singing Jehovah's praises heartily, consciences unbothered by thoughts of the previous night's fornicating.  So we put our clothes back on and I dropped her off at home, and headed home myself, with her bra as a souvenir.  Lord how I fapped that night.  In retrospect that probably would've been the perfect introduction to the wonderful world of the flesh;  a girl I actually liked, in a fairly safe and comfortable environment.

Because a year later, my resolve was finally broken.  Like most boys, my first time was with a more experienced woman.  Again, alcohol was involved.  Mosi.  She reeked of the stuff.   She led me behind the Chudleigh tank, mere metres away from her house.  She kept thrusting her tongue in my mouth in a way that I hated.  I didnt have a condom.  She lay down on the ground in the moonlight and divested herself of clothing.  She fumbled around with my belt, and suddenly I found my shorts around my ankles, my pathetic bare buttocks ironically exposed to the full moon.  It was all over within two minutes, with me pulling out just in time to bust an awkward, apologetic nut on her belly.  I was a few weeks shy of my eighteenth birthday.

That damn moonlight.