AUTHORS NOTE
This is the story of my first real affair. I was then a soldier of 20, stationed in Massachusetts and the year 1965. And as always feedback is welcome, message me and I will answer.
SWEET NAN PT I
In the spring of '65 I stumbled into situation that was to blow my mind and change my life and my view of women forever (again , I seem to just stumble blindly in life.)
The Army had me at a post in a small town outside of Boston, and I often went to Philadelphia on weekends to visit friends and family.
After one such trip, I was taking a Greyhound up to Boston, and as was my wont, I found a seat next to a young woman. We talked away the trip and she gave me a number where I could reach her. She was leaving home (escaping a really bad situation, I found out later) and was going to stay with her brother until she could find something of her own. The next week I called her and we went to a movie or something. We began to see each other on a regular basis. And.... that brings us back to the subject.
Looking back at what I have written I see that I have not told you who Nan was so here goes. She was 20 that year and about 5'4", weighed about 120. Her legs were long and slender and where they joined she had a thick black curly bush, wide, round hips and flat belly and a narrow waist that was topped by nice tits , full (B cup), jiggley and with large dark (almost brown nipples). She had a pleasant face, she was Polish-Italian, and had full lips, a large (but not too large) nose, and dark Italian eyes - large, dark and deep, and topping it all was a mass of long dark (almost black) curly hair. All in all, a nice young thing, not beautiful but very nice.
This is not nice or titillating but important to all that follows. Her father had died when she was 12 and thereafter her mother had treated her badly, shit, not badly horribly. Her mother humiliated and debased her on a daily basis, she had been allowed no social life, no friends or dates. When we met on that bus, she was escaping.
That spring we dated, necked and petted a little, she had absolutely no experience, had barely been kissed. We got to the point where she would let me fondle and squeeze her tits, but only outside her blouse. I would play with her ass and run my hands down her thighs. But when I would start to unbutton her blouse or try to run my hand up under her skirt she would take my hand and move it, back on her tit or ass but over not in her clothes. She was 'waiting' until it was right. I was not to be discouraged, I wanted her, not just someone but HER. I guess I was in love with her (I told myself that and her too.) Looking back it was more than just lust; I wanted more out of her than just a piece of ass.
Sometime around the 4th of July she began to talk about us getting a place of our own, an apartment, and living together. ------- This, dear reader, was 1965 and such things were almost unheard of and absolutely not done, at least not by any 'decent girl'. ------ I was absolutely dumbfounded, this was her idea not mine. I had no idea of how to deal with it.
The first time she brought it up was kind of vague and I didn't pay it much attention. We were necking and petting. I was hot and horny, was trying to run my hand under her skirt, she pulled it out and said something like, "It would be different if we had a place of our own." I just put it down to another put off. But in the next couple weeks she began to repeat it and to be more direct. "If we had a place of our own it would be like we were married," was one she whispered in my ear once while stopping me from opening her blouse. It took a while but I finally understood that she was serious. She really did want to live together, just as if we were married.
Well, we did, got a little apartment in Fitchburg, not too far from the Post and near where she worked. And picked a day when we would move in, the first of August and I took ten days leave from the Army so we would have time together. A funny thing, although we were in and out, moving stuff etc. we never hung around, just did what needed to be done and left, no messing around.
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= MY SWEET CHERRY =
When the first came around we went out for dinner and a show (I think, I don't recall that part of the evening as well as what followed). We were both nervous, anxious, awkward and all those other words that mean we were scared silly and had no idea of what we were doing. Finally we could find no more excuses and had to face it, it was time for us to go "home". God what a scary thought (remember I had not gotten laid since the disaster with Rose and now I had to put up or shut up.)
When we got home I unlocked the door and waited for her to go in (the first dumb awkward moment, more to come), she looked at me and waited.
Finally she said, "Pick me up and carry me in." I did and managed to salvage a little pride by kissing her and telling her I loved her.
Once inside she hurried off, saying she was going to clean up and "get" ready. Shit! What had I got myself into? What was I going to do? She was in the bathroom and had the door closed and locked (I know, I checked, I wanted in). So, I just sat and waited, and after a little bit the door opened and she stood there. She was wearing a light blue peignoir and matching nightgown, covered too much and especially was to stiff, but I gave not a damn for that.
Walking into the bed room she said, "It's your turn I'll wait." She sat on the bed and I went to shower and such, trying to figure out how to handle what came next. This girl was giving me not only her cherry, her virginity but also her reputation, what would she do if I just fucked her and then walked out? Well, that I wouldn't but what if I failed - blew it and she sent me away. Shit! Fuck! Well, grit your teeth and just do it.
And, so I did, naked I walked out and sat on the bed next to her, she was sitting up, her knees pulled up and her arms wrapped around them. She looked lost, lost and scared. She didn,t look at me, shy of my nakedness I suppose.
"I love you and I want you so bad that it hurts, but we don't have to tonight. We can wait, get used to each other."
