FORMATIVE YEARS CHAPTER 1 OF 3

FORMATIVE YEARS CHAPTER 1 OF 3
      Part one  
   
It was summer of, 1959. Back in 1944, the year before my birth, my folks built the house in which we lived then. I had two younger sisters but no brothers. Jane's family moved into the house next door three years later. I'd been baby sitter for Jane and her two younger sisters since my eighth birthday.    
   
Jane and I grew up close and became "bosom buddies" ever since her tenth birthday party when the two year difference in our ages no longer seemed so great. She and I were more like two male buddies, bonding over the years into a pair of roughnecks in the summer woods and baseball lots. We went through grade school, junior high, and senior high school together and remained close, in both a brother/sister sort of way and as really close friends and confidants, but nothing intimate.    
   
As for more intimate relationships, I did date girls in high school, quite often, as a matter of fact. As to sex though, I was shy and morbidly fearful of rejection so rarely tried, let alone made it, to what was back then was so quaintly called, "second base, let alone going all the way around the bases to score a home run."    
   
In fact, I distinctly recall a date my senior year summer during which we saw the movie Tammy. There was a line in the movie that saw "Tammy," played by Debbie Reynolds, smile up at the young bachelor, I forget the actor's name, and say, "I'm a she-wolf on the make." My date and I had doubled that night, and we had the back seat. I leaned into my date's ear to whisper something and she thought I was going to do something else with my mouth.    
   
When I pulled back after only the whispered words, she looked at me and with a leering, come hither look, said, "I'm a she-wolf on the make!" I just sat there in petrified silence! So, I had to be satisfied with a solo performance later at home.    
   
There was one other source I used as a source for my teenaged sexual outlet. As I remember, the first time was just after sunset on a warm, humid, summer evening two days after my eighteenth birthday. The house Jane's family lived in had a full basement, but it was shallow. This meant the house stood tall above ground level and, more to the point, the bottom of the basement widows were at ground level! The basement windows also did not have shades or curtains. I was sitting idly on our back porch step that evening when movement inside the dimly lit basement across the way caught my eye.    
   
There I spotted Jane's nineteen year old sister Cora, a senior at out local high school, moving around. My head snapped up with my eyes focusing intently into the window and my cock twitched mightily when I saw that all she had on was her panties and bra!  
   
I stared even more intently as I watched her reach behind her back and unfasten her bra. I produced an instant, raging erection as she slowly let the bra fall forward and off, exposing such a delicious pair of large tits that I nearly came in my pants, then and there! Cora stepped out of view for a moment.  
   
The thoughts barely cleared my mind when Cora did in fact step back into view. She paused, her back to me, and slowly peeled out of her panties. Cora held her panties and slowly turned full face to me, exposing that beautiful black triangle of hair at the apex of her legs. Then I did cum in my pants! Meanwhile, Cora had once again disappeared from view.  
   
The noise of a car driving my direction caused me to lurch to my feet and, in somewhat of a daze, walk toward our garage and out of sight. As the car turned into Jane and Cora's family drive up, which was separated from our drive by only two inches of grass, I peeled out my dick and rapidly stroked myself to another climax just thinking about what I had just witnessed.    
   
As I peeked around the corner, I saw a guy exit the car and walk around to the back door of Cora's house. It was George. He had graduated a year earlier, but he was still dating Cora. Whether he knew it or not, he was not the only one dating her.    
   
By the time I got back to our porch, my cock safely tucked away, and looked through that window again, George, was embracing the naked Cora in a tight clinch with both of his hands tightly clasped to Cora's tight little ass cheeks. My half deflated cock instantly rose to full attention again.  
   
I'd heard rumors around school about Cora having round heels and such, but I was too shy and embarrassed to ask Jane about them. Jane and I could talk about most anything, but not her sister. Anyway, as Cora and George walked into another room out of view, I decided to investigate further. With some malice aforethought, I ran to my room and grabbed my Polaroid camera and then walked to Cora's back door.    
   
I knew the rest of Cora's family, including Jane, were gone for the evening, so the coast was clear from that angle. I was barefooted for stealth, as I eased the back screen door open and slipped inside. I paused a moment to ponder the sanity of the audacious action I contemplated. Shit! Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I started down the basement stairs.  
   
The descent of the basement stairs was agonizing as I stepped slowly on the outside edge so as to gain the bottom without making a sound. I had been in this basement numerous times with Jane (platonic visits only) so I knew where George and Cora were most likely to be located.  
   
   
To be continued    
   
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