I know that people consider me very square, dull even. That isn't how I see myself but I'm smart enough to recognize how others see me. To me, I'm upright and correct, always try to do the right thing in any situation. To me, I'm a good guy. Maybe that's the problem, some people prefer bad guys. Well, I can't do anything about that because I am not in any way a bad guy and never will be.
I was raised in a religious, strict, authoritarian family. That's not a complaint, it's just a true fact. I learned to obey, to do what I was supposed to do and I got along fine. I've never felt deprived or abused, I've enjoyed my life. I've read widely and have an active imagination. I was home schooled by my mother and did very well. When I entered college, at a religious based school, I was well ahead of just about everyone academically. Socially, I was far behind and I realized it and worked at it.
I was a Junior in college when I finally had sex with a female. We dated for six months before getting to the real thing. I was as much at fault, or hesitant about sex outside of marriage, as she was. But hormones finally overcame our scruples. I ended up very happy we did and I'm sure she was also. Because once we did it, we proceeded to do it a lot more. In fact, she moved in with me. But, as graduation approached in our Senior years, she let me know that she was not going to marry me and was not going to continue living with me after we graduated. I didn't argue with her, she has a right to her life just as I do and I knew that trying to force her into something she didn't want wouldn't work in the long run. I did wonder why she made that decision, though, and she told me. I was too dull. As much as she enjoyed the sex, she realized that she didn't want to spend the rest of her life with me.
It was another year before I had sex with another female. We met through work, she at a client. Again we dated awhile first but once we had sex she also moved in with me. She stayed just over a year before letting me know that she realized she didn't want to marry me so we were both better off if we broke up and met other people. I didn't even ask her why, I had known often that she wanted to do more than we did. Go more places, meet more people.
So, here I am, only twenty-five years old and still single. I even changed jobs in an attempt to start over. I had lived my entire life in New England, Massachusetts and Connecticut, and now I'm in a relatively small town in South Carolina, working in an automobile plant. I'm a computer expert, really very good at it, and am here, I know, regardless of what I'm told or my title, to get the plant running more efficiently. When I succeed (not IF, you'll notice) I'll probably either be transferred to another plant or let go. That doesn't bother me, I understand business and I'll have no problem finding another challenge at another company. For someone considered dull, my imagination has been of great help in creating software. It's basically like solving problems or puzzles. Figuring out where you want to get is the big problem and then you just solve a lot of little problems until you finally get there.
Anyway, my second night in my new town I decided to try and do something different. I went to a bar where I understood lots of people my age went. It was loud. Lots of people. A band. A big dance floor and lots of people dancing. I got a beer at the bar and just looked around, seeing what other people were doing. I drank from the bottle since that seemed to be what the bartender expected. He didn't give me a glass.
This girl came up to me and asked me to dance. Not a bad looking girl. Well built, slim. Brown hair, brown eyes, good chin. Low cut blouse, showing off her breasts, which were worth showing off, and a very short denim skirt. I told her that I didn't know how to dance to this music.
"A two step? You don't know the two step?"
"No, I'm new in town and I've never seen anyone dance like that before or heard this exact music before."
"Wow, I've known the two step my whole life. Can you dance anything? Do you know other kinds of dancing?"
"Well, yeah, I've done what I guess is slow dancing a lot. But in that I hold the girl close and in this, it looks as if everyone's doing there own thing and barely touching."
"Well, when this set's over, the band will switch to slow music. Maybe we can dance then."
"Sure, I'd like that. Can I buy you a drink?"
Well, I buy us both a beer, my second, and we move to a table. I learn that her name is Lorraine and she learns that I'm Don, and finally, after another beer, the band comes back from a break and plays some slow music and we dance. She dances very close, pushes right into me. Actually, I like that. She has a very good body. Seems healthy. I'm just over six feet and she must be around six or seven inches shorter than me. I've always been in fairly good shape, go to a gym regularly, and she seems to enjoy feeling my body against her as much as I enjoy hers against me. We dance four songs and then go back and have another beer. I'm not sure I've ever had four beers in one evening before.
When the band plays something faster, she gets me onto the dance floor to show me the two step. It's both simple and yet complicated. I can do it slow but as we try to keep time to the music I keep messing up. Fortunately she laughs at that and we keep trying. I don't like messing up but for some reason, I think it's because she doesn't care, I don't care much either. I'm not being me the way I usually am and I realize it. But I think to myself that's the whole reason I came here. To try something new. By the end of the set, I could actually do it passably well. As I began to do it right, she started rubbing her butt against me a lot. In this dancing, I'm often behind her as we do the steps. I watch others and realize that other girls are doing that to other guys so it's the way it's supposed to be.
At the break we go back to a table and have another beer. Dancing can really work up a sweat. Lorraine seems happy and I 'm actually enjoying myself, having a good time. So when the next set starts playing we dance again, slow this time, tight against each other. She's really rubbing against me. If I didn't know better, I'd think she wanted to have sex. In my life, it had always taken a long time dating before a female and I got around to sex so I don't want to push things too fast and get her mad. But when we get back to the table and got another couple beers, she sits on my lap, straddling me and facing me and she kisses me.
This is all new to me. I mean, she's sitting on me, her pussy just about directly on my cock and she's licking out the inside of my mouth and it's actually great. I mean, I know I'm on my sixth beer but I think this fairly nice looking girl is hot for me and then she proves that she is.
"Let's go outside," she says, "You have a car in the lot?"
"Well, yeah."
"Let's go to your car where we won't be bothered, then." She climbs off me and pulls on my hands and I stand up and she leans against me and kisses me and as we turn to head out of the place she reaches down and grabs my crotch, feeling my very definite erection. "Seems like you're ready, too." she says.
At the car, I press the button on my key to unlock the door and she says, "Lets get in back." So I open the back door and she has me ahead of her and sort of pushes me to get in so I do. I sit on the seat and look back for her and she climbs on me and gets me on my back, her on top of me and starts kissing me. Still kissing me she moves around so that she's sitting on me, one knee on the seat, between me and the back of the seat, the other down on the car floor, and her pussy is just about on my cock again. She sits up a little from kissing me and reaches into her top, sort of pushing it down off her shoulders and unfastening her bra, which hooks in front, apparently. In no time, two naked breasts are facing me. Good, firm breasts. Not huge but plenty to them with fairly large nipple areas. Well, she's hanging them right at me so I get my hands to them and my mouth to one and start kissing and licking.
I can hear her moaning slightly like she enjoys this. I can also feel her reaching down between us and working on my zipper and pretty soon I can feel her hand around my cock and she's maneuvering it out of my pants. She sits up just a little, pulling her breasts from my mouth and I can feel that she's sitting on my bare cock, taking it up inside her.
"I never wear panties here, it makes fucking a lot easier," she says as she starts riding up and down on my cock and leans forward some so I can get at her breasts again. So here I am, maybe two hours after meeting this girl, her fucking me and me sucking on her breasts like we'd known each other for a lot longer. I have to admit it all feels terrific. Her pussy is tight enough that it feels great having my cock massaged inside her. And she has great breasts so I love tasting them. But I've sure never done anything like this before. Sex with no foreplay, no romance. When I finally cum, she leans down a little different so that we can kiss, my cock still inside her. "That was great, Don," she says, "Let's go back in and have another beer and dance some more and then in a while we can fuck again."
So we do. I have two more beers and we dance both the two step and slow dances and she's all over me and we're back in my car and she's on top again riding me and this time I last and last and I can tell she has an orgasm, perhaps more than one. When we're done and she kisses me, and I say that I've got to go, she says, "You gonna come back here often, Don? I really enjoyed this." I guess I admitted that I probably would and she got out of the car and went back inside and I got in the front seat and drove back to the apartment I had rented.
As I showered, getting ready for bed, I began to realize that I'd had unprotected sex with this girl, Lorraine. She could get pregnant. I could catch something. Shit! I could catch something. What are you doing Don, having unprotected sex with a girl that apparently goes out to bars regularly with no panties on in order to make fucking easier? I didn't sleep easily.
The next day, at work, I 'm really worried. What all kinds of diseases could I have caught? What should I do about it? There's a secretary for about three of us with offices next to one another and she's worked here for several years. "Dorothy," I ask her, "is there a doctor in the plant or some doctor that we use regularly?"
"Oh, sure, Don, there's a medical office right here in the plant. Did you get hurt?"
"Uh. no, it's just, uh, I have a question I need answered, I guess." I mean, how can I tell her why? Anyway, she tells me how to get there and I head right off. I find the door and go in. Looks like a doctor's office. There's a very handsome woman sitting at a desk. Looks like she was Miss America maybe fifteen or twenty years ago, still very attractive but just a little bit thicker, as if she'd had a couple children. Dressed like what I guess receptionists dress like, attractive blue dress that shows off her really excellent figure.
She looks up at me, "Yes?"
"I wanted to see the doctor."
