All of my stories are true. You can believe that or not. The initial seven stories are in chronological order so that you can get a sense of how the sexual relationship between Pam and myself progressed. They'd be best understood read in order, but I will do my best to make each episode stand alone. Names have been changed, dialogue and details added for literary purposes, but these events actually happened.
This will be the last part of the initial tale of how Pam and I found each other, became a couple and thus discovered that we were extremely sexually compatible and had very similar ideas of what sex was and could be with each other.
If you enjoyed this 7 part series, stay tuned, as future Pam and Zach escapades will follow. But rather than a series, they will be individual events, not necessarily in chronological order, that happened over the ensuing years of our relationship.
My place or...?
We arrived at my place early in the afternoon. After unloading the car, I gave Pam a tour of the house. Being only a small 2 bed 1 1/2 bath ranch with a basement, it shouldn't have taken long, but Pam was soaking in each room, eyeing from floor to ceiling and looking in every closet.
"Well, what do you think?", I anxiously asked.
"I must say Zach, if I didn't know any better, I'd have thought you might be this close," she said holding up two fingers an inch apart and smiling, "to being gay. Very nice place you have here."
"Thanks. Like I said it's still a work in progress."
"You're doing a great job. I can't tell you how abominable some of the places of other guys I've dated have been. It's like they still think they're living in a frat house. Some were so bad I refused to even think about taking my clothes off let alone have sex there."
Entering the kitchen, I opened the fridge, seeing what I could rustle up. "I'm still quite hungry. How about you?"
"I could eat. Whatcha got?"
"How about grilled cheese and tomato soup? Sorry, but I have only water to drink. We can run out later and pick up some things."
"Sounds good. Need any help?"
"Nah, I've got it. Go make yourself at home. If you want you can turn on the fireplace. The switch is on the right side."
It took me about 25 minutes to get lunch ready. When I carried it out to the living room, Pam was lying on the couch, barefoot and wearing shorts and a T shirt. I just smiled and shook my head.
As she sat up and took the plates from me she stated, "That fireplace heats up the room pretty fast. I had to change into something less bulky."
"I'm just glad to see that you feel so at ease around me. I want you to act as if your at home whenever you're here."
Even though we've been quite intimate, we were still a relatively new couple, so we spent the next hours telling each other details of our lives, families and past relationships.
Pam is a hair stylist and works at a four chair salon owned by her mom and which is attached to her home. She's been there for about ten years. Her mom is looking to retire soon and only works part time now. There are two other stylists, Jennifer and Charlene. Jennifer is around Pam's age while Charlene is in her mid forties. Her mom is hoping Pam will take over the business when she retires. Her dad died of a heart attack about three years ago.