Chapter 01: Darren
Steve. It's Kathleen. The Wife you walked out on three months ago?
Do you remember asking me how many guys had I slept with before we met?
I should have known you wouldn't like the truth but I'd have thought that after five years of marriage, much of it spent 'trying for a baby', you would have been able to cope with my answer.
Was it so terrible that you had to pack your bags and leave?
And all you heard was how many.
Not the where's and when's and who's.
Perhaps you should?
Perhaps you should see every little detail?
I know you read literotica and how much it turns you on.
Well, lets see how turned on you get by my stories?
If the thought of your Wife being with 'all those men' was too much for you, how will you cope with everyone reading them, one by one, on your favourite website?
Remember asking me 'what was it like your first time?'
Well read on.
Enjoy Steve...
Kathleen's Lovers: Chapter One -- Darren
I remember being so excited I felt I like I was about to burst. My Mother had already said if I did well in my A-levels I could go away on holiday to Corfu with Jenny and her friends. My results had arrived -- two B's and a C - better than I'd hoped for and so my Mum said okay!
Until then I had led a pretty sheltered existence. An only child brought up by my Mum who'd had me late in life (my Father left when I was still a baby), I had attended an all-girls Catholic School and had never had a boyfriend.
I was eighteen years old and still waiting for my first kiss, never mind anything else!
It wasn't as if I was unattractive. I had long straight naturally red hair which I thought caught boys' attention but it was more likely my DD boobs they were looking at! I was a bit of a late developer but then, almost overnight, I found myself with these great big boobs, which I then did my best to cover up under baggy sweaters and jumpers.
In sixth form I concentrated on my studies and rarely went out. It wasn't that I didn't fancy boys, it was just that I never seemed to find myself in their company.
I had gone out twice on blind dates with the friends of my friends boyfriend's but nothing had ever happened. Maybe there was something wrong with me.
My best friend Jenny had left School at sixteen and worked in a hair salon in our small Bedfordshire Town. All the girls who worked there went on a week's holiday in the sun every year and, from what Jenny had described the previous year, it sounded great. Sunny beaches, lively nightclubs, lots of fun and, of course, the chance to meet boys! She had asked me to come along too that summer and now thanks to my exam results, I had earned a chance to join them.
My Mum helped me pack and waved me off as Jenny picked me up in a taxi which took us to the airport. There we met the other girls. Most were like us, in their late teens and early twenties but a few were older. One, Karen, a loud tarty-looking brunette, must have been in her late thirties and was very much the 'leader' of the group. Immediately she cracked a joke about the dress I was wearing and that we "weren't going to a garden party!" This got a laugh from the others and my heart sank. I realised how old-fashioned and inappropriate the clothes I had on were and the stuff I had in my suitcase was just as bad. We hadn't even left England and already I felt I'd made a big mistake coming.
It was my first time on an aeroplane and my first time out of the country but instead of enjoying this new adventure, I felt like a silly young schoolgirl tagging along with a much older and more 'with it' crowd. The hotel room I shared with Jenny was lovely and she rushed to unpack and change into fresh clothes for our first night out. I opened my case and looked down on a pile of floral dresses that I knew were totally unsuitable for the clubs we'd be going to.
I picked out the best I could find, a white sleeveless dress that went down almost to my ankles, and went down to the hotel bar where all the girls had arranged to meet.
Karen was there holding court, turned to me and said sarcastically "oh that's lovely" which was followed by a few smirks from the others.
I felt my face redden but tried not to let them see how upset I was. We went out to a bar, then another bar, each one loud and full of young guys and girls all wearing shorts and skimpy tops. Karen had a pot of money we'd all put into and was buying outrageous drinks for all of us to drink -- 'tequila slammers' and 'flaming sambucas' were a few I remember. My only experience of alcohol until that point had been a rare glass of wine in a restaurant with my Mum so this was all new to me. My head started to spin as we went onto more bars and eventually to a nightclub. The heat, the alcohol and the thumping music were starting to get to me.
While the other girls were all up dancing and screaming with laughter, I just wanted to sit down. Then I saw him.
Across the room, a tall guy in his early twenties was looking over at me. He had short dark hair, a fit-looking sun-tanned body and was really good looking. I thought he must be looking at someone else and so I glanced around to see who it was. Nobody was behind me so I looked back and he broke into a grin. 'Wow' I thought to myself and looked down to the floor to hide my blushes.
When I looked up again a moment later he'd gone. My disappointment only lasted a moment as I spotted him walking around the dance floor towards me.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yes, just a bit hot, you know" not really knowing what to say.
He asked who I was with and I pointed over to the group of girls at the bar. Karen was counting down to another 'back-down-in-one' round of drinks.
"Christ, no wonder you're sitting over here!" he said and we both laughed.
His name was Darren and he was a London Policeman, on holiday with two other Policemen. I remember being quite impressed by this for some reason. In fact I was quite impressed by everything about him.
As he was talking I remember looking into his big brown eyes and thinking 'wow, you're so handsome, why are you talking to me?'
Every additional minute he spent asking me what I did, what I thought of Corfu and all the other general chat up lines you'd hear on holiday were putting me under his spell. His friends came over and they seemed really nice too. At last I was starting to enjoy myself when I heard Karen, above the music, screeching at one of the girls across the dance floor.
Darren noticed me wince at her behaviour and asked who she was. I told him she was the 'leader of the gang' and told him how she'd made me feel since meeting her. He laughed and said he'd thought she was someone's Mother, something that cheered me up again.
Darren asked me up for a dance. He never took his eyes off me the whole time and then the music changed, slowing down. He held me close to him and I remember my heart racing as I smelt his aftershave and felt his arms around me. He put a finger under my chin, tilted my face up to his and kissed me. Slowly at first and then more passionately. I closed my eyes and followed what he was doing to me, opening my mouth to his and letting his tongue touch mine. My heart was thumping, this was so great. Everything I could have wished for and more when I was back home, imagining a holiday romance.
When we eventually stopped kissing I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me. I beamed back. I was so elated at my first kiss and soon we were at it again. Three slow dances later, the music changed and we went back to where I'd been sitting.
"Do you want to go somewhere else?" Darren asked. I looked around and couldn't see any of the girls I was with. No Jenny, no Karen.
"Erm, okay then" I said, feeling concerned as to where they'd all gone without telling me.
We left the club and had a drink in a beach-side bar, kissing across the table and me delighting in being with this dream of a guy. After a couple more drinks Darren suggested we try somewhere else and we headed along the beach, his arm around me and my head snuggled into his muscular chest. I wasn't really concentrating on where we were going until he stopped, looked at me and said quite casually "coming in?"
We were outside an apartment block. His apartment. I had a moment to think. Perhaps if I hadn't been drinking, perhaps if my friends hadn't left me, perhaps if Darren hadn't been such an absolute hunk, perhaps then I'd have done the right thing and said goodnight but instead I gave a quiet "okay".
My heart was pounding again as we went up the stairs to his apartment. I knew where this would lead to. We were going to have sex. I was going to lose my virginity. My mind raced, flooded now with doubts. 'I hardly know this guy' I said to myself. 'Don't do this, save yourself for the right one, the man you'll marry, for your Wedding night'.
All these things zapped through my mind as Darren took my hand and led me along the corridor to a door which he opened and stood alongside, inviting me in.
'Go now' a voice inside my head said 'you know you shouldn't be doing this, you've only just met him' but instead I walked into the empty apartment.
It was pretty small and obviously occupied by lads as empty cans of beer and worn clothes lay around everywhere. Darren put his hand on my shoulder and I turned and we kissed again. This time though we were alone and he was more urgent now, his hands drifting down my back to my bottom then bringing one up along the side of me until it cupped my breast.
No one had ever touched my boobs before and I wondered for a moment whether he'd recoil at the big bosoms that I tried so hard to hide away. I knew that everyone said boys like big boobs but I still secretly thought they were off putting. I needn't have worried as he began to squeeze my left breast through my dress.
I was now pushed against the wall, kissing him back frantically and getting more and more turned on. He broke away and, taking my hand, took me into his bedroom. Two single beds greeted us. He sat down on one, taking me with him and then we both lay down, kissing as we went. He began to squeeze my boobs again murmuring 'fantastic tits' before pulling down the straps of my dress and then my bra. He pulled them from their bra cups, looking at them before lowering his head to kiss and suck my nipples.
No one had even seen my boobs before and again I panicked to what he might be thinking. I have large pink areola, which stand out against my pale skin, but only tiny nipples. Sometimes I would look at them and compare them to the topless girls in the newspapers and think they weren't quite right. Would Darren feel the same?
He muttered "oh yeah" as he switched from one boob to the other and I thought 'wow, he must like them' ("God, how innocent I was then?).
After a few minutes of doing this, he stood up, pulled off his shirt and began to unbuckle his belt -- a really sexy sight. I lay back breathing heavily, my boobs exposed with him unable to take his eyes off them. I realised I should be getting undressed too and wriggled out of my dress and shoes. Lying there, just in my white panties, I looked up at Darren stepping out of his trousers. Beneath them he was wearing a pair of white trunks with a very noticeable bulge in them.
He lay back down alongside me and we began to kiss again with his hands returning to my boobs. He pinched my nipples between his finger and thumbs, lightly at first and then more roughly. This was really doing it for me and I could feel myself redden all over. It was at this point I realised how moist my pussy had become and that I'd been squeezing my legs together in my excitement.
