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Accidental Sleepover -
theo
*****
I was standing in the middle of a crowd at the registration table for the Creative Design conference I was attending, when a woman's voice rang out above the din, calling my name.
"Jon! Jon!"
I looked around, but couldn't immediately locate the woman summoning me. Whoever it was, though, she didn't give up easily.
"Jon Nelson! Is that you?"
There she was. . . A dark-haired woman, who looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place how I'd have known her.
"It's me," she said, making her way next to me through the crowd, "Ellen."
"Ellen! My god, it's really you!"
Instantly, we wrapped each other in a warm embrace.
I hadn't seen Ellen in years. My god, she had been one of my closest friends back in my school days. We'd probably known each other from our grade school days, and in high school, we'd belonged to the same social group. Ellen, in particular, was probably my closest female friend in those days. We used to go for long drives out in the country, talking about deep questions, and 'solving the world's problems'. I felt like there was nothing I couldn't talk to her about.
But the biggest thing I remembered Ellen for was the delightful ruse she played on me when we were freshmen at different colleges, setting the two of us up to give each other our virginities. Ellen was the first woman I ever had sex with, and I was her first, as well. You never forget your first time, or the woman you did it with, and I found my mind wandering back to that wonderful first sexual experience.
"It's so good to see you, Jon," Ellen said, calling me back from my reverie. "What are you doing at a Creative Design conference?"
"I have an engineering consulting company," I explained, "and we often run into design 'blocks'. I'm looking for ways to 'think outside the box', and maybe find some solutions I hadn't thought of before."
"Well, this is the right place for you, then," she responded. "I've been coming here for years, and 'thinking outside the box' is what they do best."
"What about you, Ellen?" I asked. "What brings you here?"
"My husband and I run a home remodeling company. I do the interior design work, and I need to be creative. I always come away from this conference with fresh ideas."
She looked at the schedule sheet in my hand. "Which sessions are you signed up for?" Scanning my sheet, she looked disappointed. "We're not in any sessions together today, but it looks like we'll be in a couple of tomorrow's sessions together." Looking up at me, she said, "Maybe we could have dinner tonight - which hotel are you staying at?"
"The Essex. Just a couple blocks from here."
"I'm at the Essex, too!" she exclaimed. "Why don't we meet in the lobby, say 7 o'clock, and we can go from there?"
"Sounds good. Is your husband here?"
"No," she said, with a dismissive wave. "He takes care of the business and the nuts and bolts. I do all the creative stuff. And he hates crowds like this."
"Okay, then," I grinned. "It's a date! See you at 7!"
*****
At 7 o'clock, I took the elevator down to the lobby to wait for Ellen. A few minutes late, she jogged breathlessly through the main door to the street, still wearing the dress and heels she'd worn to the conference.
"Sorry I'm late," she apologized. She hugged me, kissing my cheek. "I got into a long discussion with a couple of the presenters, and lost track of the time."
"No worries," I replied. "Where's a good place to eat?"
"Do you mind if we just go to the place here at the hotel? It's really pretty good, and I don't want to take the time to go up to my room and change."
"Sounds great to me" I agreed, with a wink. "I'm here to catch up with an old friend. Great food is only my second priority."
She smiled. "You're a dear." And we strolled back to the hotel restaurant.
We got seated, and both ordered gin-and-tonics.
"It's really great to see you, Ellen," I said. "The road can be a lonely place, so it's really nice to run into someone you know."
Ellen smiled. "It's good to see you, too, Jon. God, what's it been, twenty years?"
"Pretty close to that, I think." I looked across the table. Ellen looked great. She had seemed kind-of skinny in high school, but I had learned better in college, when we would get together for a weekend of sex every month or so. But here she was, a grown woman, with a husband, and probably kids. She had filled out nicely, and her mature self was confident and outgoing.
"You're married," I said.
"Fifteen years, last month."
"Kids?"
"Three of 'em - girl, boy, girl, twelve, nine and six." She reached into her purse and pulled out photos. I could see bits of her in all of them; the oldest girl was a dead ringer for her. One of the pictures had her husband in it - a big, husky guy who obviously was right at home swinging a hammer.
"Beautiful family," I smiled.
"Yes, they are," she agreed. "How about you? Are you married?"
"Uh-huh. About the same as you - next month is our fourteenth." I pulled out my wallet, and showed her pictures of my two boys. "Ten and seven."
"Sweet!" she said, smiling.
I continued to look across the table at her. God, she looked good! And every time she opened her mouth, I had a flash of recognition, of remembering why I'd fallen for her, way back when. "We had some great times together, back in the day," I said. "I remember those long drives in the country, solving the world's problems."
"Those were a lot of fun," she smiled. "But I liked the weekends we spent together in college even more."
There it was. She remembered the sex we'd had together. The wonderful, incredible, first-time-in-our-lives sex. Not that I'd thought she might have forgotten it, but she was setting it right out on the table, for us to talk about. Twenty years later, and both of us married to other people. I looked into her eyes. "Those were incredible, Ellen."
She smiled warmly. "You were my first, Jon. That was so special to me; I've never forgotten it. I'd never had a penis inside me before then. And the first penis I ever had was yours. God, it was wonderful! Thank you!"
"And your vagina was the first one to receive my penis." I smiled at the memory. "As I recall, it was your idea before it was mine."
She laughed. "God, I wanted you so bad! I was horny as hell - I just wanted to know what a penis would feel like inside me - but you always treated me like a person, and not just a piece of female meat, so I'm glad it was you. Thank you for that. . ."
"Geez, Ellen, thank YOU - no woman had ever desired me; it just floored me that you did."
"You know, Jon, most of my friends had awful first times - awkward, embarrassing, whatever - but you made my first time beautiful, just because you were my friend, and not just a horny boy who wanted to fuck. I realize how fortunate I was for that."
I looked across the table at her, getting lost in the marvelous memories of our long-ago shared sexual experiences.
"Jon?" she asked.
"Yes, Ellen?"
"Will you share my bed with me tonight? For old times' sake? To celebrate and remember the good times we had?"
My mind spun. Ever since I'd seen her that morning, all I'd been thinking about was the amazing sex we'd had together in our college days. And now, here she was! And she wanted to have sex with me again! I thought about my wife, and about her husband. But my wife, and her husband, were a thousand miles away. . .
"Ellen, I would love to."
*****
As soon as we got through the door to Ellen's room, she kicked off the heels she'd worn all day, flinging them with her toe to the far corner of the room. "God, it feels good to get out of those," she declared." I followed her lead and removed my own shoes. She turned to me with a wide smile. "It is so good to see you, Jon."
Instantly, we embraced each other tightly, kissing each other passionately, our tongues eagerly entwining with each other, our jawbones working in concert, inflaming our passion for each other. We ran our hands over each other's bodies. Through the fabric of her dress, I felt her back and sides, her ass, the sides of her breasts. She felt my shoulders and my ass. She ran her hand down to my crotch, and gripped my expanding erection through my pants.
With one hand, she began unbuttoning my shirt, continuing to stroke my cock with her other hand. When all my buttons were unfastened, she stripped my shirt off over my shoulders, then my undershirt. She began sensually licking my chest.
"Mmmmm," she purred, "I don't remember your chest being so hairy. Very sexy. . ." With her lips, she nuzzled and tugged at my chest hair, covering my torso with kisses, and licking my nipples.
Abruptly, she turned her back to me. Holding her hair aside, she ordered me, "Help me out of my dress."
There was a long row of buttons down the back of her dress, and I began methodically unbuttoning them, all the way down. When the back was open enough for me to reach inside, I unclasped her bra strap, and reached around her to fondle her breasts. They felt bigger than I remembered, and I savored the full, jiggling heft of them, while Ellen cooed with delight at my touch.
When I had unfastened all the buttons of her dress, I gently nudged it off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor. She shrugged off her bra and turned to face me.
