You never really know how life will turn out. Sometimes the curve balls it throws at you will either blast you in the nuts or pass you by all together. Sometimes you never really know which it was until long afterwards.
I hated starting at a new school, and fifth grade is one of the really bad ages to make that kind of a change. My dad moved us to a new town when he got transferred, again, and that came with all the normal traumatic problems for a kid. I had to leave all my friends behind and start all over. Showing up at school the first day as an outsider in the fifth grade is kind of like walking clothed into a nudist colony. Everyone looks at you and wishes you would go away. This school was no exception. I spent most of the first day trying to look inconspicuous, and failing. I was glad when the first day was over and I could go home, or what I hoped would eventually feel like home.
I'll never forget the first time she said something to me. I was walking, or sulking, toward home when she came up and touched my arm to get my attention, surprisingly asking my name. I looked at her and was stunned. She was probably the cutest girl I had ever seen, and I was just over the stage where girls had cooties, so I was looking a lot before I was forced to move. She had auburn hair that almost sparkled in the summer sun, a stark contrast to her creamy white skin, speckled with the cutest little red freckles. Her green eyes practically sucked the air from my lungs as she looked at me. I probably answered like the dork I was at that age, but to my surprise she walked next to me nearly all the way home. I was thrilled to learn that she lived just down the street from me. Suddenly this new home wasn't looking too bad.
We became an item quickly, walking to and from school each day, and spending lots of time with each other. I quickly learned she had a temper, and not just a little one, but a huge Irish temper. I, on the other hand, was stubborn and bull- headed, thanks to my Swedish heritage. Jenny and I fought often, but always made up quickly. In the sixth grade I got my first kiss. She ran up and kissed me on the cheek after winning a dash at a track meet. I don't think I washed that cheek for a week after that.
We held hands as all kids do and continued to be an item all the way to high school. It seemed like we would fight and break up, find other girl and boy friends for a short time and then migrate back together like two magnets. We just couldn't seem to keep apart, much to her strict Irish Catholic father's displeasure. We made out like other kids, but out of respect for her, I never pushed harder than she wanted me to, allowing her to set the pace, even if it did frustrate the hell out of me. Finally on her eighteenth birthday she took me for a walk in the woods and invited me to undress her. I hesitantly undid each article of clothing, allowing my eyes to savor each inch of her creamy white skin I uncovered. I gently kissed each of her hard nipples sitting on her B- cup breasts for the first time, trying to memorize each of the tiny red freckles that speckled them. I worked my way down her body until I was looking at her curly red locks inches above her wet lips. It was the first time I had actually touched a woman's pussy, and she instructed me on how to stroke her and what felt good, starting me on a long track of learning about sex and how to please a woman. On my eighteenth birthday, a few months later, we became each other's first. It was a time like no other in my life. She told me my best features above the waist were my bedroom eyes, which she said would draw women like flies, and how I treated them with what I had below the waist would keep them as long as I wanted.
We wanted to be together and be married some day, but her dad had other ideas, and when it came time for college she was accepted to a school half way across the country. We tried to stay together, but the distance and time did its work and we started to drift apart.
I was crushed when I got a letter telling me she was engaged. It sent me in to a funk that lasted long enough to almost trash my semester grades. In the end I wrote back that I was happy for her and tried hard to forget about my first true love.
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"Look, Lisa, I don't really know if I want to do this!" I told my current girl friend, as she held out a pair of very thin pajama pants for me.
"Oh, come on. Maybe that's why your last wife left, no guts," Lisa chided with a grin, knowing full well that guts was not something I lacked.
"Right, but a pajama party, at my age?"
"At your age? You're kidding right? You know damn well that you look at least ten years younger than your forty years."
"Yeah, but a pajama party? Who's idea was this anyway?"
"Actually it was Sue's idea. She bet all of us that our husbands or boyfriends would be too chicken to show up at a pajama party."
"I'm not afraid of anything, but I know damn well that if you wear that you're going to have every guy in the place panting after your gigantic tits and blond pussy!"
"Ohhhh, now that sounds like a good thing to me," she said with a giggle. "Come one. The rules were that everyone had to wear something that showed their best assets. For you, that would be the outline of your dick and your bedroom eyes. You'll be lucky if you can fend off all of the attention you are sure to get tonight."
"Right, so you want your friends to try to jump my bones? Are you sure you don't just want the other guys to jump yours? I don't understand this group you lunch with. It sounds to me like it's a one- up club. You know, my husband's dick is bigger than your husband's dick?"
"Well, maybe there is some of that. Is that a problem?" she asked shyly.
"Maybe. I mean since we started going together we've been faithful to each other, haven't we?"
"Yeah, but don't you think it's time to have a bit of fun. I mean we've been going together for nearly a year. Aren't you afraid of sex getting stale?"
"Not really. You look fantastic, we fuck regularly, and have tried all kinds of places and positions. I just don't know that I'm ready for an orgy, that's all."
"Oh, that's sweet," Lisa said as she stepped up to me wearing a nearly sheer baby doll that allowed her thirty eight- D tits and blond pussy to be easily seen. She reached for my exposed dick and gently stroked and played with it until it was hard, her soft lips kissing mine and her tongue probing my mouth. "Would you like to have a quick fuck before we go, just to make sure you get the best of me, then?" She panted, clearly turned on.
"Yes, I would." I answered, pushing her back toward the bed and reaching down to untie the strings on her tiny sheer bottoms.
"That's it, stud. Bring that big dick to me. I want all nine inches stuffed in me!" she said to me as she lay back on the bed and spread her legs, sticking them high in the air as she pulled her top up over her tits and pulling my head down to her hard nipples as I pressed my dick into her already wet pussy. "Oh, fuck, yes. You do that so well!" she moaned as I sucked and rolled her hard nipple in my mouth while she ground her hips against mine, working my dick around inside her pussy.
"Oh, yes. Right there." She moaned again as I stroked her clit with my thumb and started to stroke my dick in and out of her wet pussy. Her hips were soon bucking up to meet my thrusts, her cries of pleasure echoing throughout the bedroom.
"OH YES! CUM IN ME! FILL ME WITH YOUR FUCK JUICE!" she screamed as her body shook and trembled with orgasm.
I was already close and her pulsating pussy pushed me over the top, my dick spurting shot after shot of hot cum deep into her. As my body stopped jerking she pulled me down on top of her, our heaving chests pressing together as she gently kissed my lips and face.
"God, you know how to fuck a woman. If I ever meet the woman that taught you how to make love I'm going to have to buy her dinner," she said with a giggle.
"Well, I doubt you'll ever meet her. As far as I know she's on the east coast someplace."
"Too bad. I'd really like to try a three-way with her. She did such a good job of teaching you. But then you always were a quick study. Just look how quick you learned to use some of our little toys to drive me crazy. I still can't believe your last wife let you get away!"
"Well, our problems didn't have anything to do with how good the sex was, they had to do with her not having time for it."
"Oh, lover. You can have sex with me any time any place. If you wanted to have sex on the hood of the car in the driveway, I'd hop my ass up there and let you have your way with me. Dick or tongue, either way would be fine with me," she said with a grin. "And if I'm lucky, maybe a few of my friends will get a taste today of what you can do. God, will they be jealous then!"
"So that's what this is about? Not you getting into their boyfriends and husbands pants, but getting me into theirs?"
"Uh oh. You found me out," she giggled. "Are you angry?"
"I may not understand you, but how can I be angry with you for wanting to show me off?"
"Good. Now we better get dressed to go," she said, pushing me off of her gently, my softening dick pulling from her pussy and unleashing a flood of our juices. I watched her reach down and draw her finger through our cum and lift it to her mouth, eagerly licking it from her finger. "God, I love how you taste, too. If only I was flexible enough to eat your cum from my own pussy. It tastes so good from your dick, but even better mixed with pussy juice!"
"You're such a slut sometimes," I said, shaking my head.
"And you love every minute of it," she said with a smile!
"Yeah, I guess I do," I answered as I pulled on the silk pajama pants.
She got up and put her panties back on and straightened her top before pulling a silk robe on over her sexy outfit. "No point in getting arrested on the way, is there," she asked with a grin.
"I guess not," I replied as I picked up my wallet and keys from the table and followed her out of the bedroom.
I was glad we lived in the country as we walked out to the car, feeling somewhat conspicuous as my dick moved around in the silk bottoms. There would be no doubt by anyone looking that I was wearing nothing under them, but I was still glad the sun was well on the way down and it would be dark soon.
"Looks sexy, but I'd really like to get you hard again before we get there." Lisa said as she spread her robe and legs for me to see her pussy. She reached over and slid her hand into the opening in the front of my bottoms, drawing my dick and balls out so they were in plain view of anyone who might happen to look into the car. "Much better," she cooed as she stroked my dick with her finger, making it jump and move of its own accord each time she hit the sensitive underside of the head.
"Well, you're going to accomplish that." I said, getting turned on again as I tried to drive with one eye and watch her fingers stroke the wet sheer material covering her pussy with the other.
"Oh, you like looking at this," she asked, pulling the material aside so I could see her exposed lips? "Is that better?"
"You know looking at your body turns me on."
