My 1st Orgasm Came from Penthouse Letters

I fell in love with sexy stories during the summer of 1983

It was summer ’83, before seventh grade, and I remember it vividly. We were at a neighborhood boy’s house playing computer games. There was a group of us there, boys and girls, who’d been friends for no other reason than we lived close to each other in the military family housing area where my dad was stationed.

His name was David, and it always seemed he got anything he wanted. They had a Commodore 64 and an Intellivision game system, plus he always had money in his pocket. I was a little geeky, so put up with David, who puberty wasn’t being kind to, so I could play his games sometimes.

We didn’t have anything like that at home.

There were probably five of us at his house that day, and his mother was out. It was pretty common to be left home alone all day at 12 back then (and at 10, lol).

“Hey, listen to this!” David exclaimed, walking into the living room as we sat, taking turns playing.

I could see right away it was a porn magazine. I’d seen my dad’s but never went into them because I thought they were gross. I wasn’t interested in seeing naked women.

David’s wasn’t a normal-sized magazine, though, but more like a little book. It was called Penthouse Letters. As we sat there, David proceeded to read what would be the first of many sex stories I’d come to read.

This is what I remember of that story now —

My friend and I often ran together during the week and we’d usually end up at one or the other’s house to get cleaned up before going out shopping for the day. This morning we returned from our run, and we had a shower together, which we often did, but something different happened.

When my friend turned to hand me the soap, she touched my breast, which she’d done before by accident, but instead of pulling her hand back like she usually did, she squeezed me and pinched my nipple, and put her other hand on my hip. I didn’t know what to do, but it felt so good, that I didn’t move.

She drew closer, and before I knew it, we were kissing. We felt each other up and explored our bodies as we kissed. I started to get very hot, and it was then, with my friend fingering me, that she told me to sit on the edge of the tub.

I sat down and she kneeled down and buried her face in my pussy. I came in minutes. When I was done, we got out of the tub, grabbed our towels, and almost ran to her bedroom. Once there I pushed her on the bed, spread her legs, and did her the way she’d done me.

I’ve never been with a girl before, but it was so hot, I can’t wait to do it with her again.

Storytime was nearly 40 years ago, so I may have left out some things or embellished a few details, but that was basically it — two friends in the shower after a run have sex. It makes me wonder how long the friend who initiated it had waited to do that.

When David finished reading, he went on to read a few others, but that one stuck with me because it was the first.

While the lesbian story didn’t do much for me, I was enraptured by these forbidden words describing sex. By the end of storytime, I was super horny, my panties were wet and I can only imagine how flushed my cheeks were.

I’m sure we were all a little disturbed but tried not to show it. I told them the stories were gross and that I had to go home, so I left.

Getting home, I went straight to my room and shut the door. No one was home, but I didn’t want to be disturbed if someone came back. That afternoon, with those stories swirling in my mind’s eye, was the afternoon…I had my first orgasm.

That changed my world.

What I realized after that was that the little book, Penthouse Letters, had the same name as my dad’s magazines — Penthouse. The next day, when I was again home alone, I snuck into my dad’s bedside table and took a magazine out to see if it had stories too.

I found the letters section and burned through them and achieved the expected result.

After I came back down, I flipped through the rest of the magazine and came upon a section called Serendipity. Where I found a couple more sexy stories, but these ones seemed special somehow.

I read them, and loved them too! I didn’t know what serendipity meant but it sounded so damn hot, so looked it up in my dictionary —

ser·en·dip·i·ty /ˌserənˈdipədē/ noun: 1. the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way — “a fortunate stroke of serendipity”

The serendipitous sex stories were ones where people just happened upon a sexy situation that ended in lusty, hot, stranger sex. Forever after, this was the sex I dreamed of.

When I started writing erotica in the summer of 2018, it was these stories I turned to for inspiration. I have a fond memory of them and I’m sure if I worked at it, I could write out several dozen because they’ve fired my imagination ever since.

Those stories also helped me through my dry spell —

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