My First Ever Cub

Well, I’m really excited to have Stan onboard. A young male blogging on here should make for interesting – if sadly virtual – interaction.

As it happens, that interview story of his got me thinking all the way back to my first experience with a younger man. I mentioned in my own opening post that I have bad memories of bedding a seventeen year old when I was in my early twenties. I’m still shuddering. However, he wasn’t my first. In fact, my very, very first sexual encounter was with a younger man in college. I hardly qualified as puma then, let alone a cougar. But still, one doesn’t become the Cougar Queen overnight, and this is proof.

As the French exchange student, I had a reputation to live up to. But the truth is, I was sweet and innocent back then. This resulted in an uncanny role reversal: the younger one was initiating the older one. The boy would give me oral sex right on High School turf, during the bi-weekly theatre rehearsals, which went on for a good few months. The fact that I was white and he was black was just an extra kick, because this happened, of all places, in Arkansas. It was all deliciously dangerous. One of my classmates caught us walking out of our secret closet once, but to her credit, she never told anyone. If she had, I doubt I would have lived to tell this story.

Great memories.  No shuddering. Or maybe yes, actually, a slight shudder. But one of pleasure and longing… as I recall his dark, toned body and his educated tongue educating me.