Donna was my mother's best friend for many years, becoming like a part of our family when my parents divorced. She helped support for my mother, emotionally, during those tough times for her. I always just referred to her as Aunt Donna, and she was close to the same age as my mom, late thirties I believe as I never asked her age. She was married, but her husband, Kirk, was a long-haul truck driver and was gone quite a bit.
She was tall and lanky, about 5'9" and in some ways a little homely. Donna had long straight black hair, which ran down to her butt. She had pale white skin with a little smattering of freckles, and she never wore makeup. She had brown eyes, thick dark eyebrows, and a big nose, but her perfect smile evened her facial features out making her what I call average looking.
The times I had seen her in a bathing suit, she hardly had any tits to speak of, just nipples that poked out of small bumps under her bikini top, and her ass was small, too, and she was very skinny, so not much of a figure at all. Now, I had never had any attraction to Donna, but she was always so sweet and caring for me, that you almost forgot her subpar looks.
I was like most teenage guys, with my fascination towards girls my own age, wearing those 70's style jeans up to their hips, so tight they looked painted on, and screamed "read my lips!" Yeah, I wanted a girlfriend in the worst way, even if it was just to get laid.
However, I never had much luck in that department. I had quite a few friends that were girls, some very close friends, but nothing ever seem to go beyond friendship. I guess I was that "friend" guy that no one ever wanted to get into a relationship with.
It was not that I was bad looking guy or overweight, because I had been told by many girls that I was very cute, and that I was always so sweet. Well, I think being such a nice guy, was not always a good thing, because I watched many of my female friends go for those bad guys, end up getting hurt, and leaving me to pick up the pieces.
Unfortunately, this pattern seemed to carry over all through high school and when I graduated, in the summer of 1979, just after turning 18 years old, I swear I was the only guy in my class that had not had a relationship with a girl let alone an actual first kiss with one. I was destined to go to college that following fall, still a virgin.
It was late June and I finally got to have my graduation party, with mostly family and my closest friends coming to celebrate with me. I liked to party, but I was not a fan of seeing everyone shit faced drunk all over the place either, so we just had food and a limited amount of beer, just enough for everyone to have fun, but keeping it mellow, even though back then, no one really worried about a bunch of drunken teenagers.
The party winded down around 11pm and by the time we got done cleaning up, mom was tired and headed off to bed, leaving Donna and I to ourselves, sitting out on the glider swing under the dark star filled night sky, the only light coming from the glow of the lit-up windows of our house.
I had stayed sober throughout the party but was wishing I hadn't as I felt that pang of loneliness creeping in again. I had hoped that maybe one of my friends, Sara, in particular, whom I have had a crush on for a long time, would have stayed after to keep me company and I would finally get that long eluded kiss, but that fantasy disappeared like a fart in the wind when she and the last of my other friends said their goodbyes, got into their car and went off to another party.
Donna must have sensed my mood, because she put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Why so glum, Davy? You seemed to have a nice time today and you had a great turnout, so what's the matter?"
I sighed, not really wanting to tell her what was really going on but then thought, why not, so I said, "Just bummed out that Sara did not stay longer. I really hoped we could spend some time together, but I guess I am still just a friend to her."
Donna chuckled a little and said, "Ah, so you like her more than just a friend, I gather?"
"Yeah, I have for a while now, but she always seems to go after the asshole guys that end up dumping her because she won't have sex with them, then I am the one she cries to about it," I said shrugging my shoulders as if to let it go.
Donna nodded and said, "I can see why you would be sad then, but Davy, you are a good-looking young man, and I am sure that you will meet someone soon enough that will appreciate how mature and kindhearted you are. There are women out there that grow tired of the "bad" boys and will seek out guys like you, just be patient."
"I try to be patient, but God dammit, I haven't even had a kiss yet!"
Donna laughed a little and replied, "Well, I guess I can understand your frustration a little. Maybe this will help ease your mood a bit."
Donna reached into her purse and to my shock, pulled out a joint. She saw the surprise on my face, giggled and said, "Why do you think I am always happy and why do you think your mom is so happy these days?"
"Mom smokes, too? I never knew."
"Of course, you wouldn't know, Davy. We only smoke a little bit, here and there, just enough to take off the edge and besides, we only smoke the stuff that Kirk and I grow, so it's not like real strong," she said, then lit it up, took a drag, held it in, then added as she exhaled, "You want a hit?"
Why not? The two of us finished off that joint, got a nice mellow high, and got into this world changing deep conversation of how we could fix all the problems that ever existed, making peace for all mankind. Or at least we thought in our high state of mind. She was right, her weed wasn't overly strong, but it was potent enough that we were feeling really good.
Donna looked at me and grinned, "So, you haven't even had a kiss yet, huh?"
I shook my head and said, "Nope, I'm probably going to die a virgin."
"Oh my gosh, I don't think you will die a virgin," Donna giggled, but then looked at me with a sparkle in her eye.
I was a bit goofy and said with a laugh, "You don't think so? Well then, send a girl my way to make sure I don't."
Donna grew serious, got up and quickly straddled my lap, took my face in her hands, and said, "I don't need to send anyone, because I think I can handle a kiss for you, Davy."
Donna leaned in and touched her lips to mine. They were warm and soft against me as she kissed me deeper, parting my lips with her tongue. My body felt like it was on fire, and I acted pure instinct, putting my arms around her, accepting her amazing kiss and returning it with gusto.
At that point, I was not thinking about the fact that Donna was my mom's best friend or that she was married or that she was not pretty or anything like that. All I was thinking was that I was finally kissing a woman and my God, she could kiss really fucking good, as she had my dick rock hard in a New York minute.
