I met Stacy, when I was in my late 20's and she was 22. She worked at the Hallmark store at the Puente Hills Mall, near Los Angeles. You saw the mall in the Back to the Future movies. I was a Cal State Fullerton graduate. Stacy was finishing her AA at Mt. San Antonio college where I did a year of undergraduate studies and served on the student council. Stacy was an art major and parked in the overflow lot that I forced the school to pave and light-for safety reasons and to scare the mountain lions away.
Seriously.
Description time: I am 5-foot-10 tall, 200 pounds, brown hair (receding) green eyes, hairy chest, crotch, back and legs. Stacy was about 5-foot-5, 110 pounds, and ashamed of her, completely, flat chest. I was protestant, Stacy was Catholic. I asked her out after noticing that she played Christian Rock in the store. I was a Christian Rock radio announcer up and down the dial in my college days.
Stacy and I started dating, attending David Meece and Amy Grant and Bryan Duncan concerts together. We never reached the commitment level, on my part, because I got creeped out attending Catholic Church services with her. Praying to Mary and pedophile priests aren't on my hit parade! Stacy wanted to marry a Catholic, in a Catholic church and that wasn't me...
Neither of us were virgins. I'd had a handful of lovers, Stacy gave up her v-card in high school and was less-than-satisfied with the guy's lack of foreplay and demand that she get her breasts expanded and shave her pussy. Stacy and I agreed that true love doesn't include surgery and silicone and we both preferred hairy pussies.
After a few months of dating, Stacy shocked me and asked why I never made a move to take her to bed.
"I am not in love with you and think our religious differences are too far apart," I responded. "I also don't trust the 'Catholic rhythm method' and don't want to make you pregnant. Your daddy is still pissed that your little sister had her baby at 16 and single. I don't want to be on his 'shit list' at any time! He would cut my cock off if I got his baby girl 'knocked up.'"
"I'm on the pill-for easier periods, and your ex-girlfriend told me you are good in bed and give cool oral sex. Tony refused to lick me and only wanted his cock in my pussy. Five minutes and he came and sent me home. No foreplay, no nipple licking, no holding and spending the night. I want more for my sex life."
"Tony was a high school kid. Real men treat women with love and affection. I care about you, but I don't love you. Can you deal with that? I asked.
"Eight days a week. I fell in love with you. As long as you are honest and not sleeping around, I want to make love with you-the sooner the better. Can you deal with my 'itty-bitty=tiny-titties' and show my buttons and clit your tongue?" Stacy asked.
"Name the time and place," I said.
"Tonight, when I get off work-in 15 minutes. Mom and dad have a beach house. Mom gave me the key. It's our's for the week."
"I need my bathing suit," I responded.
"Not this week," Stacy said. "We skinny dip all the time. I won't have sex on the beach because of the sailboats, but swimming naked is great!"