I met Gwen right before my senor year of high school in summer school. She was a tall, brown haired skinny girl, but had an aura of grace about her that made me make my move the first day I saw her. Three weeks (and several blowjobs) after meeting her, she and I made love. Well, if you can call it making love. It was the first time for both of us and I was so nervous I had problems âkeeping it upâ or âmaintaining my erectionâ if you will. So there I was, trying to stuff my semi-rigid cock into her, both of us shaking like leaves, not knowing what the hell we were doing. Finally I put a stop to it after a few minutes of successful humping (I was not going to cum anytime soon).
After our abortive first attempt, I became more confident and we spent many hours over the next year rolling around in bed together (when our parents werenât home of course). We stayed together even after I left for Army OSUT in Ft. Knox. Then, about four months into our separation, she dear Johnâd me, over the phone. Iâm man enough to admit that I cried a little, ok a lot. It took me a very long time to get her out of my heart, and no, a girl named Rhonda didnât help me.
After being discharged due to medical reasons, I started taking classes at the local community college. I was young, just out of the Army, and single. Shouldnât be a problem in getting myself laid, or at least I thought so. I found I had almost no guts when it came to talking to woman. I didnât know what happened, the only explanation I came up with was that I wasnât the virile, inexperienced, and un-heartbroken 18 year old that I was when I met Gwen.
Everything changed one day in my intro to law enforcement class. The professor asked for an answer and nobody raised their hand. She was just about to call on me when a hand rose in the row behind me. âThank you Lord Jesus,â I thought to myself. I turned and looked to see who my savior was. I was half expecting it to be our Sweet Lord Himself, but was not disappointed when I saw a strawberry blond, green eyed cutie who looked oddly familiar. She was wearing jean shorts and had her legs crossed, her smooth slender legs, those caught my eye first.
After class I walked up to her and thanked her for pulling me out of the fire, I asked her what her name was and she replied:
âChloe, nice to see you again James.â This caught me off guard, she obviously knew me, but I had only a vague feeling that I knew her. She walked off and I spent the rest of the day trying to remember where the hell I knew her from.
GWEN! It smacked me between the eyes like a wet fish. I knew her through Gwen; she was a high school friend of a friend or something like that. Any way, I had met her a few times and couldnât for the life of me figure out why I would forget a girl as lovely as her. As I said before, she had dark blond hair, long curvy legs, and twinkling green eyes. She also had a cute upturned nose, a nice pair of B cup boobs, an ass that just wouldnât quit and smile that could light up the dark side of the moon. She was about six feet tall and usually wore flat tennis shoes which only added about an inch, if that.