“The Rookie” is Part One of the sexual story of my life. I am purging my
soul. Telling of my past transgressions is part of my repentance.
Forgive me father, for I have sinned.
I was physically ready for the big show when I became a teenager, but not
mentally. That took a few more years after puberty. Call me a late
bloomer. The life of a baseball rookie is practice, practice, practice.
Me too. My girlfriends and I didn’t play paper dolls, we played make
believe sex. Do you have any idea what slumber parties are really all
about?
Her name was Melissa and she became my best friend from fifth grade until
she moved away when we both were sweet sixteen. We made it through
Brownies, Girl Scouts and our first periods together. We had our fingers
in each other’s tight little pussy from the day our boobies began to bud.
In junior high Melissa went from being called “the stick” to being revered
as “the rack attack.” And I measured each inch of her incredibly rapid
progress with my mouth.
In our school a sort of black market in sex toys developed. Very expensive
but well worth the investment. Melissa and I shared a Loving Touch
Vibrator that measured eight inches long and had a nice big head. But
despite having the proper equipment, our favorite activity remained licking
each other right on the hot spot. There is much to be said about being
able to feel and taste your best pal cum. The only experience we were
really not able to simulate real well was sucking cock. But we watched
plenty of blow jobs on the internet, took notes and described to each other
exactly what we would do when the opportunity arose for the first time.
I cried for weeks when Melissa moved away. Things got worse. All my
girlfriends had done the deed except for me. I felt like a leper. But I
didn’t lie about it. What’s the point? I mean, you can tell can’t you?
So I’m like an old maid, eighteen years old, and the most I ever gave a guy
was a little tit. Well, under ex... Læs hele novellen
