I hadn't had much luck with girls and/or women since I turned fifteen and became interested in them. I was shorter than average (5'9" where average was 6'), stocky built with a slight belly which I couldn't lose although I tried to play sports which gave me muscle tone but wouldn't completely take away that belly. I didn't have a steady girl and went to my senior prom stag. I danced with girls I was friends with but went home early after striking out with a couple of the girls who had also come dateless. College was the same; I could make friends with girls fairly easily but couldn't get one to go past the friend stage. I was too scared or nervous when I approached a girl in the bars around campus and always struck out. I ejaculated pre-maturely the first time I did have sex with a girl my sister set me up with, but did give her an orgasm with my mouth. When she had calmed from cumming, she got off the bed, dressed, and left me with another erection and a set of blue balls. She wouldn't go out with me again after that. I had one more slightly better sexual experience a few months later, again with a girl my sister set me up with, but she went back to her longtime boyfriend a week after our date and fuck and they ended up getting married. I stayed in shape with weights and walking, but still looked much the same at 23 as I had at 15. I thought I would be a bachelor for my entire life like my uncle on my father's side.
I graduated from college with my mechanical engineering degree and found employment with a company back in my hometown. I became good friends with another engineer in the company who was about ten years older than me. Daniel Stillman was married to Rebecca and they had an eight year old daughter named Susan. Daniel took an interest in me for some reason and became my mentor and friend.
"Brock, how come I never see you with a girl? Are you gay?" Daniel asked me one day at lunch in the break room.
"NO! I'm not gay! I just don't have any luck with women. I don't know what it is about me; I can make friends with women, but can't seem to get one to go past that point."
"Well, how about if Becky and I try and help you in meeting a woman? Becky has quite a few single women your age that work with her in the secretarial pool. I'm sure she can find one that we could set you up with."
"I'm game if Becky is. It's been years since I went on a date and Mother Thumb and her four daughters are getting old."
"I'll talk to Becky tonight and let you know how it goes, Brock."
Dan came by my desk the next day after lunch and asked if I wanted to go to a nearby bar and grill with him after work that afternoon. I said yes but asked why. He told me it was a surprise and left, laughing to himself. My curiosity was peaked and my nervous nature began to exert its self even though it was still a couple of hours to quitting time. I had a suspicion that he and Becky were going to introduce me to a woman and it had the same effect on me as every encounter or thoughts of an encounter with a woman as all the ones previous.
Dan and I were already seated at a table in the bar and grill when Becky walked in with a vision of loveliness beside her. 5'8 or 9" tall, shoulder length strawberry blonde hair worn straight with bangs above her face and that face, perfectly spaced eyes which from that distance I couldn't see the color of, small button nose, full luscious lips, perfectly round chin, long neck that led to a slim torso with a bodacious set of tits, flat stomach, flared hips! She was definitely out of my class.
"Dan, that woman with Becky is beautiful and I'm certainly not in her league! Why did you and Becky think we would be a good match for each other?!"
"Relax, Brock and be yourself. Judith is not like most women who have her beauty. I think the two of you will hit it off with each other if you can relax and be yourself."
"Judith McLain, I'd like for you to meet our friend Brock Henderson." Becky made the introductions for us.
I had stood when they got to the table and stuck out my hand to Judith. "Hi, nice to meet you!" I said too loudly which made me hot in the face and I knew I'd turned red.
"Nice to meet you too, Brock." Judith said before giggling like a teenager and blushing herself. "Call me Judy, all my friends do. We are going to be friends, aren't we Brock?"
"I hope so Judy."
I held the chair beside me after Becky went over to the side of the table Dan was on and Judy sat down beside me. Dan and Becky started talking to each other ignoring me and Judy, so I began an awkward conversation with her. I asked about where she was from and found out she was from a small community in the next county to the one we were in. She was surprised when I told her I knew where it was. She asked how I knew it and I explained that my dad, myself, my twin brother, and a couple of dad's friends had rabbit hunted on a farm near there many times and we had fished in the river that flowed through the community on numerous occasions also.
Judy told me her father had hunted all around their community and had taken her fishing in that same river. She didn't hunt, but loved to fish. Before we realized it, it was two hours later and we still hadn't eaten. Dan and Becky said they needed to get home so the baby sitter could go home also.
"Will you give me a ride back to my car, Brock?" Judy asked before Dan and Becky left.
"I'd be glad to, Judy." I had never connected with a woman like I had with Judy and didn't want the evening to end. It might have been wishful thinking on my part, but I think she felt it too.
Judy walked close to me when we went to my car and when I took her hand to help her into the passenger seat; she turned to me and kissed me quickly on the lips before blushing and sitting down in the seat. That kiss was different from every other kiss I had every gotten. A sudden feeling of peace and calmness came over me that I had never felt before in the presence of a woman. Maybe it was cockiness or a sudden bout of confidence, but I knew she wouldn't reject me if I tried for more than that quick kiss. I leaned down toward her, turned her face to me, and kissed her hard before pushing my tongue against her lips and then into her mouth. We kissed like that for what seemed like ten minutes but couldn't have been more than two. We were both breathing hard and Judy's face was flushed from arousal.
"Will you go back to my apartment with me, Judy?"
"I shouldn't Brock! We just met!"
"Yes, but you know you felt something when we kissed like I felt it! Please, Judy? I want to make love to you and I think you want it too! Why play games and postpone the pleasure we can give each other? I promise to do my best for you!"
"Oh Brock, I did feel something I've never felt when kissing a man before! Yes, I'll go back to your apartment with you."
