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Sexual Exploration
EroticaRomanceContemporary

Sexual Exploration

by Ayden Payton
Explicit
2,201 words
erotic memoirsexual discoverycoming of age1960s eroticafirst experienceintimate romancecar sexfemale pleasurenostalgic eroticateenage exploration

**Blurb (spoiler-free)** In the summer of 1967, a senior and the girl he can’t stop thinking about begin testing the edges of what they’re allowed to want. What starts as clumsy, breathless exploration in the front seat of a car becomes something neither of them expected — tender, urgent, and impossible to forget. *Sexual Exploration* is an intimate, unflinching memoir of first desire, quiet courage, and the night two people discovered just how far curiosity can take them.

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Funny how sex has a part in so many of my lasting memories. Am I weird or does sex play such a prominent roll in everyone's lives? Anyway, here's a recollection that I frequently enjoy: My girlfriend at the time of senior year high school was a very petite and pretty girl one year younger than I.

Casey was her name then and I imagine it remains so today. I've always been a breast man and her tiny little titties fascinated me beyond description. We weren't very far along the road of sexual exploration, if you get my drift, and she was very sensitive about how small her breasts were. All the other girls were sprouting nice teenage tits and Casey was going to have to adjust to a lifetime of small breasts.

That was fine with me, I loved small boobs on a small girl, but she was worried that she wasn't sexy. She was so wrong! We'd been dating for most of the year and got along very well. We were both very curious about sex (find me a teenager who isn't) but Casey was very cautious and we were moving pretty slowly as a result. Way too slowly for me but she was setting the pace and I guess that's how it's supposed to be (recall here that I'm talking about 1967).

We made out all the time, and she'd let me touch her boobs now and then but she'd never shown them to me. I was so hot to see them, too. I'd get these raging teenage boners in my jeans and tease her with what 'she'd done to me' and what torture it was to become erect in those tight quarters. She would touch me through my pants and always ask "Where did that come from?" She was curious about my cock, too, and I was bargaining for the old you-show-me-yours and I'll-show-you-mine exchange and we were getting close to closing that deal.

Those were such exciting times, no wonder I remember them so fondly! Casey was clearly 'in the mood' on this particular evening, she'd worn a very thin blouse which highlighted her sexy little boobs. And she made only sounds of pleasure when I began to touch them. I'd never seen or felt any sign of her nipples at all but on this occasion I could feel little telltale bumps through her clothing.

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