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.