It was a curse, being an ugly girl. At almost nineteen, I was still waiting to experience many firsts: first date, first kiss, first... well, you know.

Meanwhile, my best friend Helen would be getting married next month. A lot of girls from my graduating class already had husbands. And here I was, living at home with my folks. My job as a typist didn't pay much, but I figured I'd soon be able to rent a small apartment closer to the city.

This weekend, I had the house to myself, since my parents were out of town celebrating their twentieth anniversary. Earlier, I'd decided to take advantage of the bright June sunshine, and I was now stretched out on a folding lawn chair, wearing nothing but a pink bikini.

Though I didn't actually enjoy sunbathing all that much, I knew I was too pale. A glowing tan might make me a smidgen more appealing. To be fair, my body was okay. My breasts were a little too small, and I didn't have Helen's curves. But my thin frame wasn't the real issue.

It was my face. My eyes were too beady, my lips too narrow. My front teeth were crooked. I always felt that my large nose overshadowed my other features. At least my bangs concealed my spotty forehead. But my shoulder-length dirty blonde hair had no volume whatsoever. 

I landed somewhere between plain and homely. Probably closer to homely. Every time I looked in the mirror, I saw my flaws magnified.

Needless to say, I attracted hardly any attention from men. And it wasn't that I particularly longed for candlelit dinners and a dozen roses. I could live without the fairy tale romance, for my secret desires leaned toward the carnal.

Yet I'd begun to fear I would never have sex. In The Scarlet Letter, Hester Prynne had worn an "A" for adultery. My own scarlet letter would be a "V" for virgin.

Beside the lawn chair, my transistor radio played "It's Still Rock and Roll to Me" at low volume. I was humming along when I heard our closest neighbor, Walter, step outside. I'd just flipped onto my stomach, so I could now easily see him stroll into his backyard.

Catching sight of me, he lifted his hand in a friendly wave. I gave him a languid one in return. Walter was in his late sixties, and even on a Saturday, he dressed in a button-down shirt and slacks. He was fairly tall, and his hair, still thick, had faded to silver. His hard, small paunch was noticeable only because he was thin everywhere else.

He'd always been this benign figure on the edge of my awareness, someone I could turn to in an emergency if my parents weren't around. He'd once been married, but his wife passed away before I was born. Since then, he'd lived alone. 

I was glad to have him near. On the other side of my parents' property was a vacant house, now up for sale. We had no other neighbors within half a mile.

Though the sun had started baking into my back, I allowed myself to lie in the same position a little longer. Long enough to watch Walter approach his prize roses. His garden held an impressive variety of blooms, which he tended to with the dedication of a lover.

If only a man would look at me the way he did those flowers! I saw him lean forward and inhale the scent of a fuchsia rose. The expression on his face bordered on lustful. 

A wicked impulse struck me then, powerful as the day's warmth. Simply entertaining the idea had my face flushing hotter. No, I couldn't do it. I shook my head as if that would chase away the temptation.

Still, I turned over and then sat up on the chair. As if I were a marionette being controlled by invisible strings, I lifted my hands to remove my bikini top with a flourish. Then I tossed it several feet away so I couldn't chicken out and try to cover up again.

The act made my inner thighs tingle. It felt like a current was coursing just beneath my skin. A furtive glance at Walter let me know he had his back turned; he hadn't yet noticed I was topless.

I lay back down, my heart racing. Why did it turn me on to feel so exposed? So vulnerable? I dared to slide my palms over my bare breasts. My nipples stiffened in response.

And I knew I was getting wet, the same way I did when I masturbated beneath the covers at night.

Through lowered eyelids, I saw Walter turn. He looked as if he was going to call out to me. Maybe he'd planned to comment on the nice day. But the sight of me made him freeze.

I did my best to maintain a casual expression. Hopefully, it would look as if I were close to drowsing. It was all I could do to keep my hips from wriggling.

For what had to have been a full minute, nothing happened. I pretended to doze, and Walter stood motionless in his yard.

Finally, he took a step toward me, and then another. I braced myself for a scolding. I could already hear him now: You shouldn't be half-naked out here, Sue. What would your parents think?

My parents would be furious. I could only pray Walter never told them about this.

Once my neighbor was just a few feet away, I slowly opened my eyes. "Hey, Walter," I said while wearing a lazy grin.

His expression was hard to read. With that furrowed brow and those pursed lips, he looked... perplexed. Not the reaction I was aiming for.

"You're starting to burn," he told me in a low voice.

I feigned surprise. "Where? On my face?" I pressed a hand to my cheek. "Or here?" Using my other hand, I cupped my right breast.

"Especially there," he said.

"Hmm." I acted as though I were considering his warning. Still looking up at him, I swept the pad of my thumb over my nipple. "Maybe you're right. It does feel kind of sensitive." To emphasize my words, I released a faint moan.

Walter's blue eyes widened. I could practically hear his thoughts: he was wondering what the hell had gotten into me. I'd always been a good girl. 

I was trembling with nervousness, but my voice remained steady when I said, "I should probably get out of the sun." Taking my hand from my breast, I reached for Walter. "Help me up?"

He wordlessly did as I asked. I felt the strength of his grasp while climbing to my feet. Even after I stood before him, he didn't let me go. He seemed mesmerized by my breasts. Not once did his gaze drift elsewhere.

That is, until I tugged down my bikini bottom, just enough to flash some pubic hair. "Do you think I'll have a really obvious tan line?" I asked innocently.

Walter released my hand in order to pull the bottoms down a bit farther. I tried not to gasp in shock; the last thing I wanted was for him to think his advance wasn't welcome. 

"Turn around," he said. "Let me get a better look."

I could feel my heartbeat between my legs now. Once I had my back to Walter, he lowered the bikini bottoms down to my thighs. A soft breeze drifted over my naked ass.

I didn't have a chance to get chilled, because Walter quickly cupped my buttocks. He was so close that I could smell his aftershave. When he gave my flesh a squeeze, I leaned back against him. 

His arm snaked around me so he could fondle my breast. A needy cry emerged from my throat, and I couldn't resist pressing my ass to his groin. To make up for our difference in height, he'd hunched down a little, and I was easily able to work my body against his. 

I felt his hot breath on my neck, followed by his lips. "We need to get you into the shade," he whispered.

I quickly nodded, but before I could move, Walter crouched down and stripped me completely naked. This time, I did gasp when he parted my buttocks and buried his face between them. As the sun drew forth beads of sweat on my skin, Walter's tongue swept over my most private places. It felt so dirty, but ooh so good!

When he stood, I let him lead me to the picnic table close to our back porch. It was fully in the shade, and I was glad to escape the sun's unrelenting rays.

"Hop up," Walter instructed me, and I perched on the end of the table. As he unbuckled his belt, his gaze never left my body.

He rushed to lower his pants and underwear to his thighs. Now it was my turn to stare. His cock appeared half-hard, in the process of rising. I glimpsed the glistening, pink head as the foreskin drew back.

Helen had told me her fiance was thick, and the first time hurt like the devil. I wasn't sure what qualified as "thick," but Walter didn't seem alarmingly so. I liked the slender length of him. I noticed he had some gray curls in the thatch of pubic hair framing his erection. And his balls... now, those were big!

His cock twitched while I studied it. Stepping between my legs, he whispered, "Touch it, baby. I know you want to."

I did want to. I was so wet, I figured I'd leave a puddle on the picnic table. Yet I feared embarrassing myself. I'd never done this before. 

I extended my hand, trying to look seductive rather than unsure. "Show me how you like it," I said.

Walter smiled and guided my fingers to his cock. He let out a sigh when I held him in a gentle grasp. His penis was warm, its girth more substantial now that I was actually feeling it.

With his hand on mine, Walter demonstrated the way I should stroke him. Staring down between us, I was fascinated by the movement of his foreskin. His groans, faint at first, grew louder, and he swelled even more beneath my fingers.

The moment I glanced up to witness his reaction, he gave me a kiss. I tensed, again worried I'd reveal my inexperience. But as Walter's mouth moved a little, mine did the same. In just seconds, our tongues touched. Though my needy whine was muffled, I instinctively stroked him faster.

Breaking the kiss, Walter said quietly, "You want to keep going, Sue? Or should we stop?"

"I don't want to stop," I said, much louder. "I'm so wet, and my..." I stumbled over the filthy word. "My cunt is aching to be fucked."

That revelation made Walter bury his face in my neck. I clung to him while his fingers explored my sex.

"It's been so long for me," he confessed. I shivered at the sensation of his tongue snaking over my skin.

He abruptly withdrew, slipping from my embrace, only to kneel on the grass before me. Now that he was eye-level with my sex, I involuntarily closed my legs.

"Let me," Walter urged. I didn't try to resist when he opened me wide again. For a long moment, he gazed upon my secret place, and I wondered exactly what he was seeing. It wasn't as if I'd ever taken a mirror and examined it.

Without warning, he leaned forward and gave me a lick. It was as if he'd lost control of himself. I yelped in surprise, feeling too self-conscious to take pleasure in the act.

Walter released a groan. Not satisfied with just a taste, he swept his tongue all along my folds. Using his fingers, he kept my outer lips parted so my pubic hair wouldn't be as much of a hindrance. When his tongue tip flicked against my clitoris, a sudden jolt traveled through me. Staring down at him, I couldn't quite believe my much older neighbor wanted to lick this part of my body.

Walter's mouth worked at a steadily increasing pace, and it wasn't long before my insecurities dissolved completely. My clitoris, always responsive, swelled and pulsed beneath his tongue.

"Oh, God, right there!" I whimpered. My hips longed to rock; I wanted to grab Walter's hair and grind against his mouth.

It was then that he circled his lips around my clitoris and started suckling. This time, my hips did buck, and I let out a cry. I had no idea the pleasure could be so intense! When my eyes locked with Walter's, I knew he could easily read my helpless expression. By this point, I was panting. Even as I writhed and squirmed on the table, he didn't relent. With one hand, he fixed me in place so I couldn't scoot away. His other hand was out of sight, but I realized he was masturbating. 

My thighs shuddered violently. "I'm about to..." was all I managed before the spasms wrenched through me. Somehow, I choked back a scream while Walter licked and sucked my clitoris. That bud was now incredibly sensitive, offering up an orgasm that seemed to stretch on for a full minute.

Walter didn't climb to his feet until I went limp. When he again stood before me, we shared another kiss, and my cheeks grew hot as I tasted my juice on his lips. Reaching between us, I found he was harder than ever.

He dipped his head to suck my left nipple. That mouth of his was like a siphon, drawing out my need while simultaneously feeding his own. In desperation, I tried to position myself so his tip was at my opening. 

Walter straightened up and graced me with a strangely tender smile. Cupping my face in his hands, he held my gaze. "What a gorgeous young woman you are." His fingers trailed along the curve of my neck, down to my collarbone. "Lie back."

My heart started a frantic thumping in my chest. It was finally happening! Easing back against the table, I lifted my arms over my head to draw attention to my breasts. Walter lingered over those small mounds, teasing the nipples into painful hardness. Then he took hold of my legs and placed me at the very edge of the table.

Too nervous to watch, I stared up at the cloudless sky. Above me, the treetops lazily swayed in the breeze. I felt Walter's cock pressing against my entrance, and I strove not to tense up again.

Quietly, he said my name, and I lifted my head just a little. His face was expectant, asking for permission. I sensed he would change his mind about this if he discovered I was a virgin, so I flashed what I hoped was an inviting smile. 

"I want you, Walter." My voice didn't betray me by quavering.

Of course, he must have thought I'd done this plenty of times in the recent past. I'd given him no reason to take it slow, not when we were both hungry for it.

When he slid into me, my gasp sounded as dramatic as his groan. The pain threaded its way through my insides, far deeper than he could reach.

Walter noticed my reaction and immediately stilled. "You okay, Sue?"

I fought back a whimper. Nodding emphatically, I told him, "You're... uh, bigger than what I'm used to."

That made him smile, just as I hoped it would.

"I'll be careful with you then."

He started claiming me with a languid rhythm. Even as he remained gentle, his face twisted from his own pleasure.

I propped myself up, eager to watch. The sight of his cock pumping in and out of my cunt distracted me from my lingering discomfort. He enjoyed witnessing the penetration as well, for his stare often dropped between us.

"So tight... My God!" he moaned.

The realization that I was no longer a virgin served to fuel my excitement. Walter's pace quickened a bit, yet he never slammed into me. I soon welcomed each thrust, and my whimpers strengthened into full-throated cries.

He and I were both sweating. At this point, my legs were resting against him. I loved the feel of his strong hands holding onto me. I loved the way lust made his grip tighten. 

Lying back down, I shamelessly played with my nipples. I was rewarded with the sound of Walter's grunts as he dared to move faster. Pain and satisfaction entwined low in my belly, the twin sensations radiating down to my cunt.

"Please, Sue!" 

I looked up to see Walter grimace, as if our lovemaking hurt him. Naive as I was, I still understood his struggle to last. 

"Touch yourself," he begged. "Be a good girl and rub your clit!"

His words sent another of those powerful currents rippling through me, and I was quick to obey. Slipping a hand between my thighs, I furiously masturbated. I knew Walter could hear how wet I was as my fingers worked at slick flesh.

The stimulation to my swollen nub made me start trembling. By now, my aching had subsided altogether. A droplet of sweat trickled down the side of Walter's face. I licked my lips while tracking its path along his skin.

He circled his hips, just a little, but it was enough to send me over. My upper body curled forward as the orgasm descended. Though my lips parted, no sound emerged. I wanted to scream from the intensity of that climax!

My cunt tightened, again and again, all around Walter. Each time, a bright burst of pleasure/pain flared inside me, and it was like a domino effect lengthening my ecstasy.

"That's it, come for me!" Walter panted. "I'm close!"

I was half-delirious, with shudders still quaking my entire body. Thank God Walter was clearheaded enough for both of us.

"Are you... are you on the pill?" he asked.

I could only shake my head regretfully. Walter sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth; I noticed his rhythm falter.

Then he withdrew entirely and took his cock in hand. I kept my legs lifted and spread. Raising up again, I watched him stroke off, with his tip aimed toward my belly. That bulbous head was a much deeper pink now, almost angry-looking. 

I squealed when Walter's semen shot forth. Like water from a drinking fountain with uneven pressure, the spurts emerged in fits and starts. All the while, he kept pumping away. I wouldn't have dared handle him so roughly, but his moan let me know he enjoyed it. 

By the time my skin was painted with globs and streaks, Walter settled for squeezing his tip to milk his cock of any remaining drops. I couldn't help but be transfixed by his ejaculation. It drew my attention from the way my entrance felt stretched and raw after he'd pulled out.

Once my neighbor was finished, he took a few moments to catch his breath. As if utterly helpless, I lay before him, flushed and cum-covered, until he pulled up his pants and underwear and then took a clean handkerchief from his back pocket.

It was sweet, the manner in which he tended to me. I let out a sigh of contentment as he mopped up the semen from my skin.

When Walter was through with the task, he lowered his body so it barely rested on mine. The soft fabric of his shirt grazed my nipples. I lifted my head in order to kiss him. My clit twitched as his tongue slipped into my mouth.

"Thank you," he whispered, his breath hot on my face.

Smiling, I replied, "I really needed that!"

He chuckled while caressing my cheek. "I'm afraid you're going to be sunburned, darling."

"No matter." I shrugged and added, "I might have to come over to your house later to borrow some calamine lotion."

"Oh, I'll take care of you," he promised. 

It didn't take him long to straighten his clothes, whereas I remained naked. I knew I needed to head inside to soak in a cool bath, which would soothe my skin and hopefully the tenderness between my thighs. Still, I couldn't resist planting another kiss on Walter's mouth before I went. 

"I'll make an appointment next week to see the doctor so I can start taking the pill," I assured him.

He appeared both surprised and delighted by my words. Obviously, he hadn't anticipated this becoming a regular thing.

But the man had lifted my curse, which was apparently self-inflicted. While giving me my first kiss, and serving as my first lover, he had shown me the evidence of my desirability

And though I was no longer a virgin, there remained plenty of other firsts for Walter to be.