I couldn’t prevent myself from reading the whole page.
July 4th
I saw my Pookie earlier in the day at the Independence Day Parade. He looked so fine in his football uniform. He marched down Main Street with the football team and we, the cheerleaders, followed behind them with the marching band.
Momma wouldn’t let me go to the lake with him and the other kids directly after the parade. She made me come home and do all my regular Saturday chores instead. I hurried through them, making sure I would have them all done so she would let me go to see the fireworks.
I managed to get everything done and she told me I could go. I took a long, hot bath and put on some rosewater so I would smell sweet for my Pookie. I put on a blue dress, a white sweater, some white bobby socks, along with my new pair of saddle shoes, and headed down to the lake where the fireworks show was going to be.
When I got there, Pookie and his friends had already been there for hours. They were kind of drunk from drinking the moonshine Pookie’s Uncle Willy makes in his homemade still.
I rushed into his arms and he kissed me on my lips, slipping his tongue in my mouth for a brief second. He didn’t dare kiss me any more than that in public. He knew if news of it got back to my daddy, we would both be in for a serious whupping.
The fireworks show began at dusk and all the vibrant lights, mixed with the loud bangs as they went off, were breathtaking. We were sitting on blankets by the lake that was surrounded by all the townspeople.
About halfway through the show, Pookie took my hand, rolled a blanket up and stuck it under his arm, and told me to come with him. I let him lead the way and we disappeared deep into the trees where no one could possibly see us.
We found a clearing about 200 yards from the lake and Pookie spread out the blanket on the ground. We could still see the fireworks in the distance yet we had all the privacy we needed.
I told him my mother told me to come straight home after the fireworks ended and he assured me I would be home early enough that I wouldn’t get grounded.
Then we started doing the things we couldn’t do in public. It wasn’t our first
time making love because we did it in his daddy’s car about a month ago. When I lost my virginity, it hurt at first but then I realized how much I enjoyed it.
Tonight was even better since I was so much more relaxed. We both were. We started out by French kissing. His tongue was a tad bitter from all the moonshine but I loved it just the same. I have always loved kissing him. He is so passionate and domineering.
He unbuttoned my sweater and slowly slid it off me. Then he laid me back on the blanket, undid the top part of my dress, reached behind my back, and unclasped my bra.
After getting my breasts within his grasp, he started sucking on my hard nipples and I was taken aback. My nipples are so sensitive and whenever he sucks them, I can’t help but moan from all the pleasure.
I could look up at the sky and see the fireworks bursting in the air as he pushed my dress up, pushed my panties to the side and started fingering me. It hurt a little since my pussy is still somewhat tight. At one point, I almost shrieked out in pain because he tried to stick three fingers inside me at once.
Pookie realized how uncomfortable it was making me and took his fingers out of me. I felt bad about it and told him I wanted to try that thing we have been discussing lately; me giving him a blow job.
He asked me was I sure I was ready to try it and I said yes but that was only partially true. I was nervous but anxious to return the pleasure he gave me when he performed oral sex on me that night in his daddy’s car.
I told him to lie down on his back and I unzipped his pants and took out his hard dick. I just stared at it for a few moments at first because I had never taken a really good look at it.
After I built up some confidence, I sucked his dick right there in the woods and I would be lying if I said I didn’t relish it. I have the feeling sucking Pookie’s dick is going to become a favorite pastime of mine.
I moved my mouth up and down on his dick, taking more and more of it in until I got the whole thing in. Not bad for my first time. He must have found delight in it because he discharged the contents of his balls in my mouth. His hot cum trickled down my throat and while it was not the best tasting thing in the world, I found it to be quite savory.
He was so out of breath when it was over, I thought we weren’t going to be able to do the actual sex act tonight, but he came back strong in a matter of minutes.
I could tell the fireworks show was about over because they seemed to be sending up the big combination ones they always do in the grand finale. I told Pookie maybe we should just go, but he told me how much he wanted to be inside me and I melted.
I laid down again and got in the missionary position so he could stick it in. It went in pretty smoothly; not like the first time when he had to force it in. He started pumping his dick in and out my pussy and lifted up my left leg, holding it up with his shoulder. He took me much harder tonight than before. I guess he figured it was time to take it to the bridge.
The grand finale of the fireworks was amazing, just like the love Pookie and I were making. He kept going and going at it and I was overcome by how long he lasted. One of my girlfriends told me that boys last longer after they cum the first time. I guess she was right.
I came so hard that it scared me. I didn’t cum at all the first time we did it and so tonight, I experienced my first orgasm. It was amazing. While Pookie was walking me home, I kept replaying my orgasm over and over again in my mind.
When we got back to the house, he kissed me on my cheek because he knew Daddy was looking out on the front porch through the curtains. I told him I would see him at church tomorrow morning. I can hardly wait. As Pookie walked off, he turned around and said one day he was going to marry me. This might sound crazy, but you know what? I believe him!
After I finished reading the diary entry, I repeated the word, “DAYUMMMMMMMMMM!”
I couldn’t believe one of my aunts had written it. I guess it’s always hard to picture people older than me being young and having such experiences.