Disclaimers: Lots of fictional stuff, with people over the age of 18. Could land in several different categories.
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I'm Randy Taylor. I'm what's normally called a computer weenie. A nerd. A geek. Now nearing 40 years of age, and sixteen years of marriage, with my fellow misfit, Annie Donovan, with two outstanding children, twins Donnie and Bonnie. Goofy? Yes, but when both Annie and I have lived most of our lives as misfits, what else would you expect?
I think I should expound a bit on my history. I was born and raised in Pe Ell, Washington. If you think that Pe Ell is a wide spot in the road you'd be spot on. Just over half way between Seattle and Portland, Oregon, the town doesn't even cover a square mile. With just about 550 people, we were nothing to write home about.
Living with my parents and older sister, we led a rather mundane life, with my dad working on and off in the logging industry, when work could be found. Mom worked as a secretary in one of the timber company's offices. This, too, was off and on work.
In the sixth grade, I was viciously attacked by a very large, mean dog, tearing into the side of my face, which took nearly 75 stitches to close. The closest hospital in Longview, tried closing the wound, but when they finally decided they couldn't do it properly they sent me to Portland, the damage couldn't be repaired, correctly.
This left me with several large, noticeable scars, and the start of many years of insecurity. At least my eyesight was saved. I didn't have too many friends, to begin with, and now, I even had to deal with some really stupid comments from some very insensitive kids, who I thought were my friends.
Being called Frankenstein, for all the scarring, really hurt, at first, and never quit stinging each time I heard it being said. There was one particular girl, Cathy Johnston, who seemed to delight in tormenting me.
This left me with a great deal of shyness, and retreating into a shell. It didn't help that I was one of the smallest kids in each of my grades. It did, however, leave me with a great deal of time for studying.
I did excel in many subjects, but math was my best, and favorite subject. I did get a small amount of relief from some of the tormentors, as we all progressed into high school. But Cathy just seemed to revel in berating me. I never did anything to her, so I chalked it up to her own insecurities.
As high school progressed, I finally started growing. Taller, at least, but remaining painfully thin. As my math skills evolved into computer skills, I started thinking about a career in some sort of computer security work.
After graduating high school, I enrolled in classes at Lower Columbia Community College, in Longview. They had several computer and internet security programs that seemed to be aimed right at me.
During my first year, I actually had a few dates, with girls who were able to look past my scars. I do admit they were fading, but I knew they were there. One of these girls even helped relieve me of my virginity, but that didn't last, due to her dropping out of school.
During my second year, there were several job fairs held on our campus, that I found my job skills were suited to several companies, represented there. The two main companies that piqued my interest, were Oregon Health Science Center, in Portland, and the University of Washington, in Seattle.
Both expressed interest in my internet security acumen. Both offered me jobs with just a two year Associate's degree. After doing extensive research, I knew I'd take the job being offered in Seattle. It was a far bigger system, which offered me more challenges and advancement opportunities.
Getting adjusted to living in such a large city took a while. Getting acclimated to my job also took a while, but the group of people I was working with made me feel right at home.
There was one girl, a year or two older than me, who showed interest in me. Not just as a co-worker, but she let me know she'd be open to having dinner with me. Annie Donovan, one of the medical records people, was as opposite as anyone could be. Where I was now 6'1" and maybe 155, she was 5'1" or so and a bit on the heavy side. While not being a classic beauty, she was absolutely gorgeous, to me.
For the first few months I worked there, I spent most of my time learning all I could about my job.
Every now and then, we would have lunch together, which we both enjoyed. At one of our lunches, she quietly took my hands and told me her uncle was a facial reconstruction surgeon, right here at the U of W.
"Please don't yell at me, but I've talked about you, and he'd like to see you."
"I'd never yell at you, and I think you never would have done that if you didn't care." When we finished talking, we were both smiling. She leaned over, giving me as soft a kiss as I ever had. Our smiles widened. I was glad we were sitting down, to hide the bulge in my shorts.
Could he do something to make me feel better, emotionally, and physically? I guess the only way to find out was to make an appointment.
It took over two weeks, but I understood just how busy this man was. Seeing him made me think that I could be 'normal' if that was possible.
After an extensive exam, he told me what he could do, and he literally had me in tears, thinking of the what ifs. He finished, with me making the necessary appointments, by telling me I'd best treat his niece right, or else!
This really got me thinking. Could I have a meaningful relationship? I phoned my parents with all my news. They knew about Annie and me, being friends, but didn't know about her surgeon uncle.
The next weekend, I asked Annie to dinner, and we talked more than ate. I asked her if we could start dating more often, and she couldn't agree fast enough.
After dinner, I just blurted out, "would you come back to my place, tonight?" I realized how I must have sounded, but she nodded, telling me she'd love to.
I was shaking like a leaf, thinking about my minimal experience.
As we were getting up from our table, she whispered in my ear, "I hope you aren't disappointed, but I'm not a virgin."
"I'm not either, but I don't have a lot of experience."
Grinning, off we went, into the great unknown.
Getting to my small apartment, we both stood in my living room, kissing ever so softly. With my hands holding her rounded butt, she felt my growing manhood, and just stared into my eyes. We started moving towards my bedroom, taking off clothes, as we went. With her blouse and pants off, wearing just her bra and panties, I held her in my arms, kissing her softly, over and over.
Reaching behind her to unhook her bra, she inhaled, sharply, but remained quiet. Seeing her bra fall away, I noticed her fairly large breasts, with rock hard nipples, and a bit of sag.
I leaned down, taking one breast in my hand, and the other in my mouth. The only noise was the sound of her increased breathing. Moving us over to my bed, my remaining clothes came off, allowing her to view my nearly eight inch manhood.
"I hope you have condoms!" she breathed.
