Sylvie – my first “sexperience” – Part 1 (true story)

This is the first part of a sequence presenting my first sexual experience when I was 13, with my cousin Sylvie who was 2 years younger than me.

PROLOGUE

Here’s a story which happened to me a very long time ago, during school summer vacations in year 1958. Everything I relate here is true from beginning to end. But it’s incomplete, because on the one hand many other things happened which I forgot, and on the other hand I forgot a lot of details of what actually happened. I tell only what I’m sure of, only what my memory retained perfectly, and at my age (79) my memory sometimes has a few holes in it. And I didn’t invent anything to fill these gaps.

It was my first intimate contact with a girl, my first sexual experience, and it was at that time we gave each other our virginity. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience we don’t forget, even if the memory of most of the details fades over the years.

We continued to give each other lots of pleasure in the days following our first sexual exchange. While some of the events described here may seem hard to believe to some people, mainly because of our very young age at that time, they are all very real and actually happened. This is not fiction nor “virtual” reality, but a very real one.

This experience took place over almost three weeks, and I tried to reconstruct the chronology as best as I can remember. There may be some minor errors in this chronology, but all the facts recounted here are accurate and actually happened. People’s names have been changed.

I’d also like to point out English is not my mother tongue, which is French, and despite a long practice of English during my professional career in a large multinational company, plus the help of online software translating from French into English, I don’t master all its subtleties, especially in sex-related subjects. I may sometimes use words or expressions which aren’t perfectly suited to what I want to say, and which may look funny or even stupid. I use the sex words in common use today to tell my story, but most of these words were totally unknown to me at the time of the events.

And I may also make some grammar mistakes because I don’t have a 100% mastery of English grammar, even though it’s less complicated than French grammar, especially when it comes to verbs tense matching. Lastly, I didn’t reconstruct all the dialogues of the time, which took place far too long ago for me to remember them, except for a few specific cases I do remember precisely. I use a purely narrative linear style, which is perhaps a little heavier and redundant, and even boring at times, but which allows me to stick as closely as possible to reality.

I was thirteen at that time, and like all kids my age, I was just beginning to discover sex. I discovered masturbation about six months earlier, I was very active about it, but I never had any actual experience with a girl. While I knew girls had a sex shaped differently from that of boys and had no penis, as my mother briefly explained to me before I entered the mixed junior high school when I was ten, I had no idea of how a girl’s sex could be shaped. All I saw, always from a distance, were a few baby girls playing naked on the beach in summer, but that didn’t help me. Back then, there was no sex education at school, very little in the family and pornography, not widespread in those days in France, was unknown to me. Of course, I was a virgin.

I lived in the south of France, where my father was a railway stationmaster in a medium-sized town in the lower Rhône valley, on the main railroad track between Lyon and Marseilles. I lived in the station, as did the vast majority of stationmasters’ children in France.

Every summer since the age of three, I spent three to four weeks in July with my aunt and uncle in Aix-en-Provence, a bigger medium-sized town about thirty kilometers (20 mi.) from the Mediterranean Sea north of Marseilles and about 150 km (90 mi.) southeast of my home. As they never were able to have children, I was a kind of surrogate son for them, and my uncle, my mother’s elder brother of seven years, was my godfather. My uncle was a chartered accountant who owned and ran a successful small business in finance and accounting in this town, and my aunt didn’t work, living the life of an upper middle class housewife.

As in previous years, my aunt and uncle came to pick me up from my parents’ home in their car on the first weekend in July. I knew I’d be meeting my cousin Paul, who was the same age as me, and his sister Sylvie, who was two years younger. I was going to play with Paul and his beautiful electric train network (HO, scale 1/86), which had several engines, numerous carriages, and lots of rails and switches with remote control (Paul’s father worked for the railways, as did my father).

In fact, it’s worth to note and it’s important for what follows, we weren’t really cousins, although we were considered as such by our families, because there was no biological link between them and me: their mother was first cousin of my aunt, wife of my uncle, so the link was only by marriage.

When I asked about my cousins, my aunt told me I wouldn’t see Paul this year, as he went to England, in an English family for the whole month of July, to improve his practice of English language. But I could play every day with Sylvie, who would be in Aix-en-Provence during the time I was staying with them. This information dampened my enthusiasm because, although I always got along very well with her, Paul’s electric train seemed to me a lot more appealing than she was.

CHRONOLOGY OF EVENTS – FIRST WEEK

Monday, July 7:

The day after my arrival, my uncle left for work as he did every day, and I stayed home alone with my aunt. It was a large three-floor bourgeois house, inherited from her parents by my aunt, their only child, in a pleasant residential area close to the town center. At the back on their land, there was a pretty garden with large trees. My aunt showed me the garden lounge they had fitted out a few months earlier with a pergola, garden sofa and armchairs with cushions, and a coffee table, all hidden under the trees, with a new modern toilet right next door. She recommended I use this lounge to read, listen to the radio, rest, etc., as much as I liked.

Then she told me we’d be going to her cousin’s for the afternoon, where Sylvie was eagerly awaiting my arrival. Today, my uncle wouldn’t be coming for lunch as he had a business lunch with clients, but he would lunch with us on some other days of the week, depending on his business appointments.

In the early afternoon, we went to my aunt’s cousin’s, who lived around a quarter mile away from my aunt’s house. She and Sylvie welcomed me with great joy and enthusiastic hugs. Sylvie gave me a big, long hug with kisses on the cheeks, showing her pleasure at seeing me again after a year’s break.

After a moment’s conversation with her mother and my aunt, she took me into her room. There, seated tightly together in a comfortable armchair which was a little narrow for two children our age, we talked for a long time about our lives since the previous year, in particular about our school year, which just ended in excellent conditions for both of us, and how happy we were to be together again. I didn’t tell her about my disappointment at not being able to play electric trains with her brother, who had carefully stored everything away before he left, probably not wanting me to touch his toy in his absence. I thought we’d be able to occupy ourselves nicely without him anyway.

In the space of a year, Sylvie grew considerably, but was significantly smaller than me. Her height was apparently below 1,5 m (5 ft), while mine was more like 1,65 m (5 ft 6 in). She had a very pretty mat face with beautiful hazel eyes and long brown hair falling to the middle of her back. She wore a short skirt which showed off her long, slender, muscular legs, revealing she was sporty. She was slim with few feminine features, which didn’t surprise me in view of her age, and certainly weighed less than 40 kg (90 lbs).

I did notice, however, she had small breasts starting to show up under her blouse, and she didn’t wear a bra. She was no longer a child, but not quite a teenager yet, and she was very attractive to look at. I learned a few days later, after she explained me in detail what she was talking about, of which I knew nothing, she didn’t have yet her first period, but she was expecting it soon as her mother told her it was due in the near future. When she saw me looking at her with interest and delight, she gave me a big smile and then gave me another kiss, still on the cheek but much closer to my mouth than her previous kisses.

About an hour later, her mother called us to say we were going out for a walk in the large public park near their homes. Outside, Sylvie took my hand and we walked to the park, holding each other. When we got there, the two ladies found a bench in the shade and sat down to chat and knit. They told us to go for a walk in the park without going out of it, and to come back two hours later so we wouldn’t be too late getting home.

We left, still holding hands. A little further on, I let go her hand off and put my left arm on her neck and shoulder, drawing her closer to me. Feeling this, she looked at me with a pretty smile then put her right arm around my waist and pulled me closer to her, resting her head on my shoulder. We continued to walk quietly, pressed together like budding lovers.

After a while, we sat down on a bench in a more secluded part of the park, still huddled together, and stayed there for a long time, each enjoying the other’s presence by his side, talking about anything and everything, often looking into each other’s eyes.

We kissed each other’s cheeks a few more times, then we finally made our lips touch, very gently at first, then progressively closer, until we opened them and exchanged our tongues, just as we saw it done in the movies. And we kept on kissing on our lips, over and over again. For us, it was a discovery, accompanied by pleasurable feelings we’d never experienced before. I have to say this kind of exchange gave me a particularly intense erection, much stronger than when I masturbated. Sylvie, with her eyes closed, also seemed to really enjoy what we were doing. I don’t know whether she noticed my erection or not, she didn’t say anything about it and I didn’t try to make her notice it nor hide it

Time passed very pleasantly and then we had to get back to her mother and my aunt. On the way back to them, my hard-on thankfully subsided. They didn’t ask us any questions about what we did, and we didn’t say a word about it. Back at Sylvie’s house, we kissed each other on the cheeks one last time for the day, saying goodbye and see you tomorrow afternoon. Sylvie and her mother were coming to meet us at my aunt’s and then back to the park, as my aunt lived closer to the park than her cousin.

Tuesday, July 8:

After arriving at my aunt’s house in the early afternoon, Sylvie’s mother and her cousin stayed upstairs in the house. Considering it too hot to go outside, they decided to wait for the temperature to drop a little before going out. Sylvie and I, not bothered by the heat, preferred to sit under the trees on the sofa in the garden lounge. There, snuggled up together, we picked up where we left off the day before: sweet words, cuddles, loving kisses on the mouth for the most part, and even a few timid hand games which didn’t raise the level of our relationship much.

At one point, I put my left hand on her small left breast, which she let me do and which she seemed to enjoy. There was little volume to touch except I could feel, despite the light fabric of her blouse shielding it, the tip of her little breast began to harden under my hand when I touched it, and she seemed to like this contact. I then put my right hand on her right breast and got the same result. I left both hands there for a moment caressing gently her breasts thru her blouse, and both tips remained hard during all that time, which Sylvie told me she enjoyed much.

Later, with my aunt and her mother, we went to the park again, holding hands, and then went for a walk in the park together, just like yesterday. We returned to the bench where we were the day before, and continued kissing and cuddling, without going any further in our discovery of each other. And we rejoined the ladies about two hours later as agreed, to head back home.

Wednesday, July 9:

Sylvie came wearing shorts rather than a skirt as on previous days, and a new light blouse, which gave her a sportier look and showed off her lovely long legs. Same schedule as yesterday, with the two of us alone in the garden lounge for over two hours, and the ladies upstairs in the house. Then I suggested to Sylvie we do some gymnastic exercises, as we were both sporty. We did a few exercises together, but in fact, each of us was much more interested in contact with the other than in sporting activity.

In particular, as I was quite strong (I played rugby in high school, a very popular sport in France), I wanted to lift her at arm’s length by taking her under the armpits, which was easy for me. I did this several times without any difficulty, as she wasn’t heavy. Then I changed the grip to lift her horizontally, my right hand between her thighs and the left under her chest, an exercise which was still easy for me and which she really enjoyed, much more than with the previous grip.

After this relatively short exercise session, we sat down on the sofa where Sylvie snuggled up to me. We didn’t say a word for a few minutes, enjoying our contact and intimacy.

Feeling her unrest, I finally understood she had a concern and wanted to tell me something, but didn’t dare or didn’t know how to say it. I did nothing to push her, and I let her talk.

She eventually decided to tell me what was bothering her, but I don’t remember the exact words she used. In a nutshell, she told me she knew boys’ bodies were different from girls’, but she’d never seen a boy’s body up close. She asked her brother several times to show her what he looked like, and he refused to do so each time. She told me she was very interested, she wanted to know all about this, and hesitantly asked me if I’d be willing to show myself to her. A little surprised and at the same time very interested by her request, I replied I’d be very happy to show myself to her in full, on condition she also showed herself in the same way to me, as I didn’t know any more about girls’ bodies than she did about boys’, and I was eager to learn.

My aunt and her mother couldn’t see or hear us from where they were. Since we could see them coming if they decided to go downstairs unexpectedly, and get dressed back quickly before they arrived, we started to undress, standing close together facing each other. With very few clothes to remove (me a polo shirt, shorts and briefs, she a blouse, shorts and panties, and sandals for each), we were soon both naked, with no embarrassment nor fear of showing ourselves to each other in this way. We did it in spite of our Catholic upbringing, which forbade it as a matter of principle, and though it was the first time in our lives that we’d shown ourselves nude to someone of the opposite sex in the same age group as us.

When I saw her completely naked, I looked at her with great attention; it was the first time in my short life I saw up close a girl of an age approaching mine without any clothes on her at all. I was dazzled by the beauty of her body in the process of puberty, by the slenderness of her shape, by the beauty of her legs, by her flat stomach, by her curves and her athletic girlish figure. I expressed my great admiration to her, telling her that, seeing her now fully nude, I found her absolutely gorgeous, and I would never tire of this splendid view. My heartfelt compliment made her blush. She told me seeing me naked was also a discovery for her, she too found me handsome “in Adam’s clothes” (without a vine leaf!), as she put it, and she was very attracted to me.

Her breasts, still small but quite clearly formed, had little and lovely areolae of a pretty color between pink and light brown. Her little nipples, more intensely pink and beginning to harden, pointed out at least half a centimeter (1/5 in.). Her waist was starting to be marked and her hips to widen. Her body was now much more a teenager’s body than a little girl’s. I gazed attentively at her completely smooth and hairless sex, a lovely fleshy mound between her thighs with a vertical slit in the middle.

She looked at me from head to toe, with a more prolonged gaze towards my dick, not yet very long nor thick due to my young age (it was a young dick in the making). She was particularly interested in my pubic hair, quite abundant but not as long and full as an adult’s. Having noticed that she didn’t have any pubic hair at the moment, I told her that it would most likely come with age, as I’d only seen mine grow from my twelfth birthday, but that I wasn’t sure, not knowing if it worked the same way for girls as for boys. She didn’t know either.

She shyly asked me if she might touch me. I gladly agreed immediately, still on the same condition of reciprocity, and suggested we both sit on the sofa where we’d be more comfortable. There, Sylvie snuggled up to me on my left. I put my left arm over her shoulder, holding her close, and started touching and caressing her nipples with my left hand, which were hardening. My cock was even then in semi-erect state after observing Sylvie undress, and it continued to grow and harden as I watched her, detailing her body. She gently took it in her right hand and started to stroke it up and down which instantly made my erection increase very sharply.

She was surprised by the rapid change in size and firmness. I explained her the erection mechanism as I experienced it, pointing out that usually, when I get an erection, the size and stiffness are less than what was happening here. It was probably because she was the one who provoked it with her hand that it was larger and harder. I also pointed out it was much more pleasant for me to be held in her hand than to be held in mine. She asked me if I often get an erection, to which I replied yes, especially in bed, in the evening and morning in particular, but also during the night, which sometimes wakes me up. I also sometimes get them during the day, at any time and unpredictably. And that’s normal for a boy my age.

She asked me how it felt, and I replied it was generally very pleasant, but if it lasted too long I had to bring it down, otherwise it would become painful. To her question “How do you do it?”, I explained I needed to jerk off, meaning stroke my cock up and down, which turns me on more and makes me get harder. I keep on until I emit several spurts of a thick white liquid called sperm from the little hole at the tip of my cock. This gives me great pleasure when it happens and immediately after, then my dick softens and shrinks in volume, relaxing and calming me. And if she keeps stroking me the way she does, she’ll be the one to get this result.

Her caresses, very enjoyable if a little awkward at first, lasted for a while. Meanwhile, I put my right hand between her thighs and she spread them to give me a better access to her sex. I stroked it gently, first on the outside, which she really enjoyed. These touches elicited little moans of pleasure from her, as well as a good moistening of her sex.

I then spread her thighs wider to gain an easier access to her sex and stroke it more closely, which made her squirm on the sofa and moan louder. I parted the lips of her sex and moved my fingers back and forth between them, which had a great effect on her, increasing her movements and wetness. Clearly, she was enjoying what I was doing to her, and even more so when I touched a little bump in the upper part of her sex which seemed much more sensitive than the rest. She stopped her fondling of my cock, which deprived me a little, but she kept it tight in her right hand, and closed her eyes as if she was focusing on the feelings she was enjoying. I kept stroking her, insisting more particularly on this small sensitive bump (I learned years later this bump was called the clitoris and was only intended for female sexual pleasure).

After one or two minutes of stroking, her body jerked harder, her crotch lifted off the couch then back down again several times, and she moaned louder. She suddenly tensed with a muffled grunt, then shook and jerked even more as she gripped my cock tighter in her right hand. I didn’t understand what was happening to her, I interrupted the caresses and removed my hand fearing I’d hurt her.

She immediately caught my hand with her left hand, put it back where it was just before and firmly asked me to continue. I obeyed, and she began to stir harder and harder, pushing her crotch against my hand to increase the contact. She started breathing choppily and raggedly as she moaned louder. A short instant later, she gripped my cock even tighter, her body tensed to the maximum and shook, she stopped breathing for at least twenty seconds and her sex emitted a bit of gooey liquid which dripped onto my hand as I carried on stroking her. Then she gradually calmed down, flashing a lovely smile of bliss.

Very impressed by her reactions, I asked what happened to her and how she was doing. She replied she didn’t know what happened, but it was the first time in her life she experienced such strong and pleasant feelings running through her whole body. She felt wonderful now, and told me this must be heaven. I had unknowingly provoked for the first time what I later learned was called a female orgasm.

After a minute or two, Sylvie resumed her caresses on my cock, interrupted by her orgasm. I guided her to show her how to use her hand properly to get the best effect, and very quickly she got my erection going again, then made me even harder causing me to moan with pleasure. She told me she was happy to make this effect on me and to see how much I enjoyed it. After less than two minutes of this treat, I tensed up and shook, asking her to go faster because it was coming. She continued faster and harder until I ejaculated a fair amount of sperm, some on my stomach and thighs, and some on the floor. Then, she squeezed my dick hard and manipulated it to get out whatever might still be left inside.

When nothing more came out, she stopped stroking me and took a close look at the sperm spilled over me. She took some with her fingers and asked me if she could taste it. I agreed and she brought her fingers to her mouth. She must have liked it, because she took more from me and swallowed it with pleasure, then she licked me clean. She also ran her tongue over the tip of my cock to retrieve the drop which didn’t completely come all the way out. She told me she liked it, I tasted good and next time I should avoid losing any on the floor.

I then asked her to lie down on the sofa because I wanted to see up close everything I’d touched of her without seeing it. She did so and I positioned myself between her widely spread thighs to get a very close look. I saw her swollen lips encircling her pink slit between them, from which protruded a small, vertically elongated bump at the top (her clitoris), with fine little folds of flesh just below, (her labia minora), which I spread with my fingers. These formed a kind of little corolla of flesh with a rounded fold at the bottom reminiscent of the shape and color of a cherry, with a small hole in the center through which some of the liquid she emitted earlier was still coming out, and some of which was still spilled between her labia (I learned much later this cherry-shaped fold was called the hymen, and its presence was proof of virginity).

I caressed her between her labia with two fingers, she told me it was very pleasant and she liked it much. Then I moved my fingers up her slit where I found the bump right in the center, her little clitoris protected by a kind of hood, which I’d previously caressed and which had a great effect on her. I resumed stroking her there, which immediately provoked her moans and stirrings. She told me she loved much what I was doing to her and that it gave her incredible sensations of pleasure. I moved down to her anus, just touching it, then back up and back again, spreading her fluid with my fingers.

I then put my tongue in to taste her liquid, a little salty and slightly acidic and very pleasant-tasting. Just as she licked me to clean my semen just before, I carefully licked the whole length of her slit and in particular her clitoris to clean it, squeezing it between my lips and rubbing it with my tongue. She began to bob up and down, pushing her crotch harder against my mouth to increase the contact with my tongue, thrusting to get her clitoris into my mouth.

I rubbed my tongue faster over her clitoris, which shortly provoked the same reaction as before: gasping, moaning, restlessness and shaking, strong tension in her body, then grunting and another small emission of liquid, which I swallowed whole with pleasure, this time without interrupting what I was doing. After about ten minutes, she slowly recovered from her emotions.

I looked at my watch (a gift from my uncle for my tenth birthday) and saw it was almost time to go to the park. After going together to the new toilet adjoining the garden lounge and doing a bit of mutually intimate cleaning with toilet paper, we got dressed again, waiting for my aunt’s call, which came about five minutes later. We went back upstairs. Clearly neither my aunt nor her mother suspected anything about our just-past activities and asked us nothing. We left for the park, holding hands as we did on previous days. Likewise, once we arrived, we went for a walk in the park, with instructions to return to them two hours later to go back home.

We walked hand in hand to the bench where we went before. There was no one there, so we settled in, embracing and hugging each other. After a few minutes of silence, enjoying our sweet intimacy, we kissed passionately on the mouth, then did a sort of review of our activities since the beginning of the afternoon. We examined everything which happened, commenting on it and assessing our discoveries and the evolution of our relationship. Sylvie told me how much she enjoyed everything we did together, and she was ready to do it again tomorrow. I told her I was fully available and would be very happy to continue.

Although she already had a few opportunities to stroke herself in bed and take pleasure in it, she told me she discovered new sensations of an intensity she never experienced before: she had two very strong orgasms (we didn’t know the word at that time, but we’d just discovered the thing), the second stronger than the first one, particularly when I licked her pussy, and above all her clitoris. She loved it, she never felt such pleasure before and almost fainted. She wants to do it again as soon as possible.

She also very much enjoyed licking my cum off me, she wants to do it again but not let anything go to waste this time. She even asked me if it would be possible for me to shoot my cum directly from my cock into her mouth, and for her to swallow it all. I thought the idea was a bit weird, but “why not”, I replied, “we’ll try it tomorrow if you want”. She’d like to try other things but isn’t sure what, she’ll think about what we could do we didn’t do before. She’ll think of it when she is in bed and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.

She then asked me what I thought of what we did, and if I liked it. I replied I really enjoyed everything we did together and would happily do it again. I loved licking her, I loved her behavior when she was having pleasure, I loved the taste of the girl juice coming out of her at that moment and the feeling it left in my mouth.

I told her I got a lot of pleasure when she stroked my dick until my cum shot out, it was a thousand times better than when I was jerking off by myself, something I told her I used to practice for about six months, at least once a day. And I liked when she licked me clean of the sperm spilled all over me. I then suggested tomorrow we could try putting our sexes in contact together and rubbing one against the other to see how it felt. She said “it’s a good idea, we’ll try it”.

Obviously, this discussion and the open prospects aroused us both, but, despite being in a secluded corner of the park, we didn’t dare releasing our arousal. I put my hand in her panties, where I could feel her pussy was wet. She told me it was due to arousal as it already happened when she stroked herself with her hand, but everything we did together up to this point turned her on much more than anything she discovered on her own. She also put her hand inside my shorts and briefs and could feel I had a strong hard-on again. I explained to her, like for her, it was the intense arousal she had provoked in me which was having this effect.

We continued caressing and kissing for quite a while, then tried to calm down before setting off again for a walk in the park, as walking also had a calming effect on us. As the two hours of freedom soon came to an end, we joined my aunt and Sylvie’s mother, who were still sitting on their bench, chatting and knitting. We walked back to our respective homes with them, still holding hands like well-behaved children, and parted with a chaste kiss on the cheek.
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End of part 1 – to be continued
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