One of my first real loves was a boy named David. We were 16 when we were set up on a blind date on Valentine's Day. He was Rob Lowe kind of pretty expect with curly blond hair and hazel eyes. When he smiled his deep dimples and perfect white teeth made him every girl's wet dream.
I won't bore you with the details of our on again off again relationship in our teen and college years or even in our early twenties. What I will say is Dave opened my eyes to sexual adventure. He taught me to free my mind and let go, savor the moment and have fun with it. Ironically he left me for a women in his church. He thought he needed to 'behave' and settle down with a girl that shared his religious beliefs. He was (still is) a born again Christian. Nothing wrong with that, just don't tell me I'm a bad influence.
Dave ended up marrying that girl from church and they had three kids. I didn't hear from him for many years. No reason to stay in touch.
I suppose with the fast growth of social media, people that wouldn't normally reach out were all the sudden sending 'friend requests.' I received a message from Dave. He said "Hey, its Dave Hansen remember me?"
Really? Does he need to ask if I remember him? How could I forget fucking him on his motorcycle as it vibrated, or in the row boat at midnight or on the lawn of a business under the street light...do I remember him??
"Of course Dave, how are you? How's life? Here's my number, text when there is a good time to chat. Would love to catch up."
Within the hour, my cell phone rings with a number I don't recognize. Maybe it's Dave?
"Hello, this is Liz."
"Hey! It's Dave! Is this a good time to talk?"
I was just getting into my car after closing my store for the night. I put Dave on speaker so I could talk and drive. "Can you hear me? I have you on speaker, I'm on my way home."
"Yes, nice to hear your voice."
"You too. What's going on? I don't hear from you for nearly 15 years and now you decide you want to talk to me out of the blue?" I paused for a moment. "Are you ok?"
Dave had the cutest little giggle, a youthful kind of laugh. He never had a laugh out loud laugh, but a contagious giggle. I would find myself giggling along with him but would have no idea what was funny.
When I heard that giggle and it felt like time evaporate between us.
"I'm doing ok. Business has been tough, lost lots of money but have some deals I'm working on. How about you?"
I never came out to Dave, there was no point way back when. I assumed after all these years someone may have told him, "Hey Dave, you know your old girlfriend Liz, well she's a lez."
"I'm good. Like you, business is tough but hanging in there. My partner Jeanette and I are breaking up so that's difficult. How's your wife Debbie?"
"Who is Jeanette? You mean business partner?" He asks with a bit of confusion in his voice. I can tell he probably didn't get the memo his ex has been muff diving.
"Well Dave, she is, or I should say was my girlfriend, my partner." Then there was a moment of silence followed by his sweet giggle.
"How did that happen?" he said still giggling.
"What do you mean how did it happen? I thought maybe you knew, people like to gossip so I thought you probably heard through the grapevine your ex is gay," I said trying to make light of it.
I could hear Dave's silent laugh by his breath through the phone. His gay ex-girlfriend must have really tickled his funny bone."
"Did I do this to you?" He asked.
Good lord, why do guys think they have super nature abilities in bed?
"Clearly. You fucked me and now I'm gay." There is nothing over simplistic about that.
"Hey let's get together to talk. I want to hear all about what you have been up to." There was a brief pause, "I would like to drive out to you. There is a marina in your area I'm looking into as an investment."
"Really? Which one?"
"Islands End Marina, you know it?"
"Know it, I live across the street from it!" Did he already know that or was it a coincidence?
"How about Wednesday? I can be there by noonish if that works for you?"
"Ok, sounds good. Let's meet at the outside bar at the marina."
I drove the rest of the way home thinking about all the fun and turbulent times I had with him. He was the closest I came to truly being in love with a man.
I woke up to radiant sunshine Wednesday morning. Perfect day for a short jog and relaxing swim in the pool. After my 20 laps I floated on my back, gazing up at the blue sky feeling the warm breeze. I can hear my heart beat, weightless in the water. Thoughts of Dave's gorgeous body, his tight ass with Viking tattoo on his buttock was making my pussy tingle. But that was years ago, I wonder what he looks like now. Like most people, staying in shape is a challenge the older we get. As I step out of the pool I think about how comfortable I am with my body and its imperfections. I'm still fuckable in my forties, at least that's what I've been told. Kind of an underhanded compliment, don't you think? I don't look my age but when a guy says "I would fuck you," it's like 'gee, thanks' my existence has been validated (insert sarcasm).
I tried not to over think seeing Dave but I was really looking forward it. What to wear...
I arrived at the marina 10 minutes before noon. What a perfect day, the palm trees swaying in the warm breeze. I know, there are no palm trees in New York, but the marina owner ships them in for his Margaritaville style outside bar. It's a cool and relaxing atmosphere so I try not to think about the poor trees dying in the fall. Peg the bartender is working today, she knows I usually start with a Chardonnay which she slides in front of me in a chilled glass.
Dave texts, he will be there in about 15 minutes. Ok, I guess I will start on my second glass of wine. I haven't eaten yet, so it's going right to my head. The wine glasses are the size of a child's head, so when I say I'm on my second glass, it was probably more like my fourth!
I look up and see Dave walking towards the bar, past the boats on the dock. My god, he is still adorable. His 6'3" frame is still fit, though more manly than boyish now. He is wearing jeans and a tight t-shirt. His curls are gone with a short haircut but the waves are still there. Those dimples kill me. Damn, I wanted him.
Dave greets me with a big hug. We don't let go, our bodies getting reacquainted with each other.
"You look great!" He said with a big smile.
"So do you," I said with my hand on his chest. "Sit. Let's get you a drink. We should order some food since I'm on my second drink," I said laughing.
Peg came to take our order. "We will have two gin and tonics with double lemon."
"We will?" I said. It's been years since I had a gin and tonic. I totally forgot that was 'our drink' way back when.
We sat back and chatted like old friends. Peg was doing too good of a job, every time I turned to get my drink, it seemed my glass was full. I totally lost track of how much I was drinking. Not that it really mattered, I was enjoying this moment with Dave.
At some point, my neighbors with a fishing business arrive at the bar. Mark and Jessica were surprised and happy to see me. I introduced Dave and they offered to buy us a drink. I think I'm already drunk.
Jessica is a former playboy bunny and incurable flirt. She immediately gravitated to Dave. They would make a handsome couple, both with Nordic good looks. Dave still doesn't seem to be aware of how attractive he is. I always liked that about him. He never cared that women would stare at him, he only had eyes for me when we went out.
It's about 3pm now and we are all rather tipsy. Jessica asks us over for dinner which I thought was really nice since she just met Dave. We said yes in unison as if we were a real couple.
"I think I need to lie down for a bit, I drank too much," I said with a little wobble of the bar stool.
"OK, how about 6ish, that will give us time to sober up," Jessica said with a laugh.
Dave and I walk back to my house leaving his car at the marina. As we walk, he takes hold of my hand. I lean on him as we walk down the shady lane, my house just around the corner. It feels like old times.
We stumble into my kitchen form the porch, leaving the door wide open.
"Nice house, how long have you been here?"
"About 16 years. It was our weekend place, but after 9/11 I wanted to move out of the city so we started a business and moved here permanently. I'll show you around," I said as I took his hand leading him through the living room and into my bedroom. That was a quick tour.
We stood in my room his hands on my shoulders, rubbing them slowly. My hands feeling his chest over his t-shirt. "What are we doing? I've never cheated on my wife."
'I'm not asking you too. I'm not a marriage counselor Dave, you do what you want," my hands sliding down to his ass. I knew I was wet, I wanted to take his hand and guide him down my jeans but I had to resist. Let him decide what he wants.
It felt like an eternity as we stood next to my bed. He held me close, rubbing my back. Our bodies pressing against each other. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans as he pulled me in closer. My pussy was throbbing. He began to kiss my neck softly, pulling my shirt aside to kiss my shoulder then back up my neck. I took his face in my hands and kissed his mouth with the passion we thought was buried long ago. His lips and tongue reminded me of kissing a woman. He has a sensual quality to his kisses that can make me cum in minutes.
I pulled his t-shirt up over his head exposing his hairy chest. Just enough hair to make it feel more erotic to me. I caressed his nipples while he unbuttoned my top exposing my breasts. No, I wasn't wearing a bra. Fortunately my full size C tits still hold up on their own.
"God you are still beautiful," he said in a whisper as his hands stroked my breasts. I was so fucking turned on, I wanted his cock in me, on me, filling me in every way. Take your time, I said to myself, make it last.