Against All Odds Ch 01

My first love was a year older than me, and that relationship defined the man I was to become. Though more years have gone by than I care to admit, just thinking about her takes me back to those heady days before life's realities completely catch hold. Back to my mid 20s, with the body of an athlete and that naive way of looking for possibilities and dreaming about the future.

I had just gotten my first real job in my actual career line of work. My employer sent me to a seminar at the Disneyland Hotel of all places. They had hired a consultant to help train me and she was there at the same event, along with three of her girlfriends. We all decided to go check out an Afghan restaurant after the first day. We all fit into her sedan, with me being in the middle of the back seat.

When I was asked if it was uncomfortable (I'm almost 6' 4"), I replied "how could anyone be uncomfortable surrounded by such lovely ladies?"

That brought laughter and giggles the rest of the way to the restaurant. I had always been self conscious about my skinny arms, my small pot belly, and what I never considered to be a handsome face. But humor, for some reason was a strong suit for me. With my guy friends I could always come up with a good double entendre or zinger. I always felt like I could use humor to be forward without overstepping with women, but this was the first time I was actually brave enough to try it out.

And here I was with 4 women, all smiling at me. I felt like I had just gotten a hit in my first major league at bat. Maybe I'm not as ugly as I've always felt, I thought. I could almost feel myself transforming into a more confident man, someone who could maybe even charm a woman into bed with me. Of course that started a daydream about courting, marriage, kids and on and on. I had to will myself back into the situation I was actually in, and start to participate in the conversation more.

I especially had my eye on this breathtaking brunette with the most amazing blue eyes I had ever seen. She was sitting right next to me both in the car and at the restaurant and I was completely smitten even before the main course arrived. Even all these years later I remember every detail of her perfect face. She had gorgeous, ample breasts, and though she had a little bit of a belly she knew exactly how to dress to accentuate her best features without being slutty. I thought that the modeling agencies were a bunch of morons, because none of those stick figured runway waifs could hold a candle to her.

She sat next to me and we chatted comfortably in the car back to the hotel. I couldn't believe any woman this amazing would even give me the time of day, and yet here we were talking about wine, and music, and travel perfectly naturally. I could feel raw heat coming off of her, a fire from within, and was I ever drawn hard to that flame. I felt glad for the dark lighting, certain that my face was beet red.

My heart started to pound when I offered to walk her to her room, and she actually said yes, without a trace of sarcasm or pity in her voice as I had been worrying about. As we walked she explained to me how she had been depressed. Married to a much older man who basically ignored her, she was unhappy in her career as a radiology technician. She had come to the seminar to start training for a new career, something to get her on a fresh path.

When we reached her room she thanked me for listening and not making light of her situation. I replied that I thought she was bright and beautiful and deserving of a great career and so much more. She leaned into me and hugged me. I wrapped my arms gently around her, and the heat became an inferno. She was melting into me. My cock was diamond hard in my pants.

My voice was very husky as I told her I better let her go inside before I did something inappropriate. I was starting to feel my confidence wane and I also feared she would rebuff me at some point before things got too out of control. Best to end on a solid note and hope that I scored enough points to see her again, I thought.

She thanked me for being such a gentleman, and we said our goodnights. I walked slowly back to my room second and third guessing whether I had blown it, and whether or not I should even be messing around with a married woman. I have a tendency to obsess over major decisions, and this was so far beyond my ken I almost felt disoriented.

Her name was Terri, short for Teresa. This unhappy, married woman haunted me. I began looking for excuses to talk to her. Sharing job ideas, brainstorming ways to launch her career. She looked at me as an expert in the field, despite me only being in this profession a few weeks. She had given me the private number to her separate bedroom/study at her home in the hills. Cell phones were very unusual in those days, but I had one, a Motorola bag phone that I kept in my car. It took all my strength to keep from calling her more than once a day, to 'check in' and see how she was doing.

We could talk about anything and it would be a fascinating conversation. She had travel stories, she was an avid skier like me. She even knew the name of Steely Dan's first album. That completely bowled me over. Even seemingly brief conversations somehow lasted over an hour, there was always something new and interesting we discovered about one another.

After a few days of these phone chats, she told me she wanted to spend some time with me. She said it would help her take her mind off how her life had turned out, help her focus on a better future. How could I say no? It was a perfect opportunity for me to lose myself in those crystal blue eyes, while sneaking the occasional glance at her majestic breasts. I agreed wholeheartedly that some activities would be good not only for her, but help me focus on more than just work and auto repairs.

We planned a dinner outing. We took separate cars, and it had to be a quiet, dark, out of the way place where no one would recognize her. I didn't mind at all. I was by now planning the rest of my life with her and there would be plenty of time later to show the world what a beautiful woman I was sharing my life with. I convinced myself she was perfect, that her husband didn't deserve her, so it was now time to convince her that I was her Prince Charming.

When she met me at the restaurant, she was even more stunning than the last time I saw her. My voice sounded husky as I listened to myself talking to her. I never wanted the evening to end. It would be Heaven, just to be frozen in this moment. I made sure to pay attention to her food and wine choices choices, wanting to know everything I could learn and hoping to be able to discuss them without sounding too uncultured and inexperienced.

When the check came, she told me right up front she wasn't going to go to bed with me, but she was curious and wanted to see where I lived. My heart was pounding again as I gave her the address and asked her to follow me. It was difficult to concentrate on driving, as I spent most of the time checking my mirror to make sure she was still there. I lived in a working class neighborhood, and had scored a fantastic bargain on rent for a one bedroom unit in a three plex that included a detached garage.

But I was sure she wouldn't be impressed. I pulled into the garage when we arrived and guided her into the parking spot in the driveway. She remained in the car, an Acura Legend, unlocking my the passenger door for me. I climbed in, certain she was disappointed.

I told her I had been sharing an apartment in a higher class building, but couldn't pass up this place when my friend Paul moved away. It was affordable, close to my work and I was able to work on restoring my classic 1971 Datsun 240z in the garage.

I was amazed when she told me that I was very sensible, living within my means and planning for the future. She told me she didn't really like sports cars. She preferred safety over sportiness, which was one of the reasons she had picked out the Acura. I would have taken that as an affront coming from anyone else I knew, but it sounded so sweet and I certainly wanted her to be safe, so I told her I was actually saving to buy a Mercedes Benz, partly because of how safe they are. "Much better protection than any Japanese car could provide," I jested.

That brought a laugh from her, and she leaned over and kissed me. A soft, warm, lingering kiss. Her lips slowly explored mine and I could feel the tip of her tongue there too. I felt the sensations from my lips quickening my heart rate. The scent of her perfume was permanently embedded in my brain. The whole universe disappeared, there could not possibly be anything of importance that wasn't right here, right now. I had been kissed by women before, but I now realized that those were friendly kisses, to say good night, or thanks, nothing deeper.

This kiss was full of passion, longing, sheer sexual excitement. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, could feel the heat rising inside both of us. There must have been sounds of traffic and the usual evening neighborhood sounds, but my senses were entirely focused on the two of us in that front seat. I reached up with my hand to gently stroke her cheek, touch her hair. I felt and heard her gasp as my fingers came into contact with her skin.

And then to my utter delight she unbuttoned my shirt and slid her hand in next to my skin. Such a velvety soft touch, exploring my chest, taking my desire to an almost unbearable level. I unfastened the top three buttons of her blouse. It was my turn to explore. I could feel her heart beating in her chest and I felt her gorgeous breasts heaving as she breathed deeply. I

I could hear a soft moan in her throat as my fingertips slid inside the cups of her bra. I found a nipple and slowly circled it as I kissed her with wild abandon. We could feel ourselves connecting at the deepest level, two souls bonded to each other unbreakably. I had been infatuated before, childhood crushes, flirtations with co-workers or girls I'd met. This was an entirely new dimension. This was raw, total, head over heels love.

I think she recognized it at the same instant I did, and I think it scared her. I felt her stiffen and draw back. She took a deep breath and gave me a half smile. I wondered if she was about to tell me she couldn't, it was too much, too soon, or that it could never work between us.

In a quiet voice she just said, "Wow!" and then a few seconds later "I need to get home now, I'm going to need to make up a story to explain why I'm so late." She said she hoped I wouldn't be offended if the story is she was with the girls and time had gotten away from her. I told her I understand completely and asked her to give me a call so I'd know she'd made it home safely.

She called about an hour later. Her husband hadn't even realized she was out late. She sounded tired, like she had a heavy decision to make, and wasn't sure what to do. As we said our goodbyes I told her I was there for her no matter what she decided. I really had no idea what to expect, but I was hoping she'd see how much better her life would be with me in it.

I didn't hear from her for a couple of days. Everyone at work thought I was coming down with something. I jumped every time the phone rang, but it was never her on the line.

I didn't hear from her for a couple of days. Everyone at work thought I was coming down with something. I jumped every time the phone rang, but it was never her on the line.

That Friday as I was walking out to my car from work, I saw her car parked next to mine. She was leaning against the fender, looking like a model from a magazine ad. A beautiful sundress, sandals, a hat and sunglasses complemented her amazing figure, and her face was radiant. I walked on air over to her and she leaned in for a quick friendly hug. She whispered that we need to keep it G rated in public, but she wanted to know if I had plans for the evening. I struggled to keep my voice even as I told her quietly that I was available for anything she had in mind.

She told me to follow her, and slid into her car. I climbed into my 240z and the engine stumbled as it started. "Please for the love of all that's beautiful in this world, you mustn't break down on me!" I whispered to the car. The z warmed up to a smooth purr as I followed her onto the freeway. She drove into the City, and I realized after a few blocks she was heading to a restaurant I had mentioned to her on the Disneyland trip. She pulled into the parking lot and I found a spot not far away. I ran to open her door for her and she extended her hand elegantly for me to help her climb out.

She seemed relaxed and confident as we walked into the restaurant. The waiter remarked at what a beautiful couple we were, and found us a table with a spectacular view of the sunset over the harbor. As we watched the rays of light dancing on the water and the bobbing masts of the boats, it was as if all doubt was swept away, we belonged together, a match made in Heaven.

We chatted about the food, movies, music and the wine like we had known each other for a lifetime. My heart was buzzing, and I felt this comforting warmth, as if the radiant, passionate heat we felt during our last encounter had settled down to a bed of glowing coals.

She selected a dessert wine for us at the end of the meal. She told me she hadn't had such a lovely meal in ages. I told her that I had never had as lovely a meal as this, and I was hoping for it to be the first of many.

She looked at me quizzically. She asked me, "How can you be so certain about us?"

I replied, "Well it certainly is uncharted territory for me, with a past littered with disappointments and false starts. But here's what I know."

"I know I've never felt like this before, and I've read enough, and spoken to enough people to know that it's very unlikely I will ever feel like this again."

She thought about it for a moment, then she whispered, "I'm scared. Scared of how hard I'm falling for you. Scared because I'm trapped in a marriage that I never should have been in. Scared because I have no decent job and no means of supporting myself."

I told her I understood, and then added "We don't have to sort out everything at once. I've waited for what feels like two lifetimes to meet someone like you. Now that you're here I will walk beside you to help in any way I can, for as long as you need. Just promise me I can hold your hand and have times like this together. Even if it's just as a friend."

I meant it too. I had a constant case of blue balls, and my cock would get so hard it could cut glass. But dammit I was determined I was going to be a gentleman, even though I was wooing a married woman. It made my head hurt just trying to figure out if that made me a good guy or a villain.

She smiled and those miraculous blue eyes bored right to the back of my skull. "One thing's for sure. You know how to charm the panties right off a girl!"

She then reached into her purse under the table and slipped something onto my knee. My eyes grew wide as I put my hand there and found a pair of lacy panties. To this very day I'm amazed that I didn't pass out on the spot.

I groaned, "Oh sweetheart, I may not be able to stand up for a while! Maybe we should order some coffee?" I added a wink, because I didn't give a crap about coffee or anything else other than her and those panties I pocketed and what was surely no longer covered by those panties!

I was happier than I ever thought possible. I thought back through my past. Growing up I had an older brother who my parents let get away with everything. His one mission in life seemed to be convincing me that I was worthless and would never amount to anything.

Added to that was poor eyesight, which kept me from my dream of flying fighter aircraft even after achieving perfect vision through surgery. My self esteem was so low I barely spoke with women before I was 21. While I eventually learned how to flirt and converse comfortably, here I was, a 25 year old virgin. It seemed impossible for this to be happening to me.

"Working the trapeze without a net!" I thought to myself.

Well net or no net, this was a moment worth living for. I knew that regardless of the millions of things that would likely go wrong, this was going to be the start of something amazing. I was determined that I would give her a spectacular experience. If she would let me show her what I could do.

One of the women I worked with right out of college was a feisty brunette in her mid 30's. She knew a greenhorn when she saw one and told me she would let me in on a few secrets about women for when my day arrived. Especially important in her words was lasting long enough for a woman to meet her needs. "Nice guys finish last," as she would say. I was going to use her directions to maximum effect.

I asked Terri where she would like to go next. I was expecting her to ask to go to a nearby hotel. I would have checked into any place my credit limit would allow. Instead she said she would like a tour of my place, as she hadn't gotten a chance to see the inside last time around.

I don't know whether she was limiting the chances she would be seen, or taking pity on my finances knowing how I had still not reached a sizable salary in my field. I cringed inwardly, because while my place was clean, it was also dated and spartan and certainly not fashionable. When I broached these concerns with her she merely chuckled. "I'm not really going to be grading the venue!"

Always an overthinker, I assumed it would be me she was grading, and I could feel my past troubles and failures starting to cast a shadow on my confidence. Then another glance in those dazzling eyes removed every shred of hesitation and self doubt.

I don't remember much about the drive to my place. We pulled into the garage and driveway as before. She smiled as I opened the door for her and escorted her inside. She shushed me when I started to apologize again for how plain the place was, saying she was pleasantly surprised at how clean and organized everything was.

I had had the foresight to buy a bottle of her favorite wine just in case a situation like this arose. I offered to open it, while telling her I would understand completely if she thought it would impair her drive home. She said "The night is still young, let's indulge ourselves."

I put on some music, a local station that specialized in Soft Jazz, then joined her on the couch. Immediately "Driving" by Everything but the Girl started playing. Tracey Thorn started singing "oh loverboy, to you I belong..." and Terri asked me how I knew this was her favorite song. She thought it was a CD. I told her I would love to take credit, but it was sheer luck that that song was playing.

I did tell her I was very taken with Tracey Thorn's voice, and that it does make me dream about how much I want to be Terri's lover boy. At that moment, Terri joined in on the singing - "I'll come driving, I'll come driving fast as wheels can turn..." She leaned over and turned her face to mine. Her eyes were dilated, her cheeks were flushed. I had never seen or heard anything more beautiful in my entire life.

The next few minutes were exquisite. We touched lips, I held her close, we whispered to each other how wonderful it felt to be so close. The kisses became more passionate, clothing loosened, I fumbled with the back of her bra for a moment, then we both chuckled as she showed me she had planned ahead and worn one with a front clasp.

And then there they were in front of me. Magnificent is an understatement for such perfect breasts. So glorious that no real man would ever use slang for them. Her skin glistened in the dim light. Her pert nipples stood up prominently, asking to be touched, to be tasted.

I gasped at the sheer beauty of them, and she told me how glad she was that I liked them so much. I almost sputtered, explaining that love and worship would be far more accurate, and that I knew for certain I would never see any more beautiful, even in a magazine or movie, let alone in person.