Chapter 1: Claude

The summer of 1991 came late in Manistique, a small town at the top of Lake Michigan in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. It was June but still quite chilly in the North Country. School was out and I had just arrived and was picked up by my Uncle Heit at the Escanaba airport. I visited him and my Aunt Ellen (my namesake) every summer from the time my parents left Manistique when I was two until I went away to college. I would be going off to college in the fall and wanted this to be the summer I would lose my virginity. I didn’t tell my uncle that of course.

We drove East from Escanaba to Manistique along U.S. Highway 2 as we had done every summer when I came to visit. It was a sixty-mile drive along the shore of Lake Michigan. My uncle told me it was a pathway that had existed for centuries, having been a trail used by Native Americans even before our nation existed. It definitely had that feel to it too. The scenery was beautiful with dark green pine trees growing in immense national forests and frequent breathtaking views of the sparkling blue waters of Lake Michigan. This far north it was a clean and pure lake back then, free of the pollutants that existed in its southern latitudes.

Anyway, back to my plan to lose my virginity, I wanted my first time going all the way to be with a sweet, caring boy, but one whom I wouldn’t be able to see during the year. I wasn’t ready for a serious relationship. I wanted to have fun in college and didn’t want to have a boyfriend back home. I had a particular boy in mind too. His name was Tommy Thompson, a red-haired hunk of a guy who was a tight end on Manistique’s football team. He had a tight end too. I had hung out and flirted with him a few times in past summers, either at the library, or playing video games, at the bowling alley, or drinking Green Rivers (my favorite soda) at the drug store soda shop. He seemed interested and I hoped this summer he might ask me out on a real date.

I should tell you, dear reader of my diary, a little about me. I’m a bit taller than average height for a girl. I’m developing late (I hope) because I’m not quite even a B cup yet, and am very slender with small hips. I have long brown hair, which I don’t curl; I let it hang straight down to my butt. The boys at my high school tell me I have a nice ass and nice long legs.

My dates always try to get into my panties but I haven’t let any of them yet, except to finger me. I keep my panties on, my rule number one until I go all the way. I let them take everything else off though and they are free to play with my breasts and suck my hard nipples. I get very wet when they do this and my panties are soaked by the time I get home but I won’t let them fuck me.

If a date asks nice and I like him a lot, on the second or third date I will give him some relief with a slow sexy blowjob and I usually swallow his cum. As a result, I have gotten very good at cock sucking and have something of a reputation regarding my superior oral skills. I will also let the boy return the favor by pulling my panty leg opening aside to lick me until I cum, but the panties stay on -- rule number one, remember?

The same night I arrived in Manistique, I got a phone call from a boy named Claude. I had dated him over the previous Christmas holiday, when he and his parents were in Austin, escaping Manistique’s long frigid winter for a two-week vacation. I had gone on a couple dates with him and on the second date, I gave him a slow sensual blowjob because he begged. He was so hard he was shaking as we kissed and petted while parked down by Lake Austin.

I guess he was impressed with the blowjob because my uncle said he kept calling to find out when I would be arriving in Manistique.

The ad for the snack bar had not even finished when we started making out. He quickly unbuttoned my blouse all the way and unhooked my bra so he could play with my breasts and suck my nipples. I liked it a lot and my pussy was getting wet. He ran his hand up my thigh and under the elastic of the leg of my panties where he discovered how wet I was. He put a finger inside me and started moving it in and out while sucking my nipples.

I was very aroused and I was tempted to let him fuck me if he tried. His thumb was rubbing my clit while he fingered my pussy. He made me cum. I threw my head back, moaning and shaking. Maybe I would have let him fuck me. I’ll never know because after my climax he said he needed to be repaid and wanted me to suck him off.

I knew he expected me to do it because I had done it when we went out in Austin over Christmas. I didn’t mind so I said yes and unbuckled his belt. I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them, thinking how much more work it was to get a boy out of his pants than it was for him to lift my skirt up. I didn’t bother with his underpants and he left his pants around his ankles. We knew the drive-in had a guy who went around with a flashlight to stop people from doing this very thing so he might have to pull his pants back up in a hurry.

Of course, my blouse was still open and my bra was hanging loose so the guy with the flashlight might have a good view of my tits if he came to our car. I didn’t mind that either. It had happened before and there was no penalty other than a threat that they would kick us out of the drive-in. The management never made good on that threat because petting and oral sex were the main reasons people came to a drive-in movie. I guess my aunt and uncle pretended they didn’t know this.

Claude played with my small firm tits and I bobbed on his cock taking it into my throat until he was in my mouth all the way with his balls against my chin and my nose on his tummy. I had learned to give deep throat blowjobs years ago, practicing on bananas and cucumbers. I knew how to suppress my gag reflex so I wouldn’t throw up in his lap but I let my throat spasm a little because it made it tighten on his cock and I knew he would like that.

As he climaxed, Claude put his hands on my head and held it down on his cock as he spurted into my throat. I was able to take it all and swallow all his cum.

I don’t even taste it when a boy cums in my throat. Claude was pulling my hair and growling, emptying his balls into my tummy. I kept swallowing.

Claude leaned back in the car seat, panting. After he caught his breath, he slid his hand up my skirt and we started over. He fingered me until I came and I sucked him off again. We did this four times in all before the movie was over. Afterward, he drove me home, said he had a wonderful time, and dropped me off without kissing me. I guess that was because he had shot his cum in my mouth and didn’t want to taste his own cum.

Dear diary, as I write about this, I’m glad Claude didn’t fuck me last night. I’m just not into him that much. I want my first time to be more special, with someone for whom I’m really hot. Someone like Tommmyyyy, mmmm.