Throughout high school and college, I resolved to abstain from sex until I found the right girl. This girl didn't necessarily have to be "the one," but at least someone with whom I had developed a trusting relationship leading up to that glorious first time. It didn't have to be "hot" as long as it was meaningful.
I thought I had found that girl when I became good friends with Jessie, the 5'5" brunette with brown eyes, slightly tanned skin and incredible sex appeal. My involvement with Jessie over the past three years is well-documented in my other writings, but back when I was freshly out of college, I never imagined I would fulfill my every depraved fantasy with the girl whom, to this day, I would consider one of my best friends. Back then, after an attempt at a relationship with Jessie failed, I gave in, surrendering the ideal of holding out for someone like Jessie. It didn't have to be "meaningful" as long as it was hot.
Still, I didn't really think I would give in to some kind of hookup, even after things with Jessie fell apart. However, the winter following Jessie's marriage to another man, I spiraled into what I would consider now to be a depression. One night during that trying time, a good friend of mine invited me to midnight bowling with him and some of his friends. One of those friends was a slightly older, petite woman named Pam. Pam would change everything that night, even if it was just one night.
Pam was not the kind of woman I thought would be the first girl with whom I'd go home. She was about seven years older than I, for starters, putting her in her 30s while I still had most of my 20s ahead of me. She also had two kids, though her body would have never indicated such, as her slight, 5'2" frame probably didn't break triple digits in weight. Despite those stats, though, her features were amazing, even under her clothes. Her breasts, undoubtedly aided by her previous childbearing, were large and supple for her frame, practically bursting out of her tight, low-cut, pink top that night, and her ass was perfect and round in her blue jeans. Her face was very pretty as well, complete with bright blue eyes and a mouth that I knew would look good around my cock. Her hair was light brown and reached her shoulders, where it curled out, framing her face nicely.
Going into that night, I would have never entertained even fantasizing about a woman much older than I, but once I started to get to know Pam, I knew I'd be beating off to the thought of her that night - that is, if the stakes hadn't risen like they did. You see, a couple things I learned about Pam right away were that she was very outgoing and exceptionally sexual. Also, for whatever reason, she took an instant liking to me. All of those things came into play to lead to what would be a night I will never forget.
Pam and I hung out at the bowling ally for most of the night, telling each other about ourselves, how we knew the friends we were with that night and occasionally just goofing around. I found out that this night out was kind of a goodbye for Pam, who would be moving out of the area in another month. The kids were sleeping over at schoolmates' houses tonight, allowing Pam at least one more Friday night out with some of her friends.
The twist finally came when Pam asked me if I was a virgin. With nothing of which to be ashamed, in my opinion, I told her I was and confided just a tiny bit to her about my present personal situation. She asked me if I had spending time meeting other girls, which I had not been, but at this point, my buddy played wing man.
"All the time," he said to Pam. "I'm always pulling girls off his junk to get him to hang out with me." I remember those words like they were yesterday, and at least now I don't have to try to hold in my laugh. While my friend's statement was clearly untrue, given that I had just confirmed my virginity, it still set Pam up for her next statement.
"I'd get on his junk if I weren't moving away!" Pam said instantly.
"Well," I said, without really considering the implications of what I was saying, "that's a a whole other month away." Pam, who had been looking at my friend, darted her eyes over to me, a grin creeping across her face.
"That's true," she said, trailing off as she got up to bowl next. The moment ended there, and the night continued on as it had been so far, except for the fact that now I couldn't stop debating in my head if I would really have sex with this woman if I had the chance. Never had I imagined my first time would be with a mom, but she was a dead sexy milf, and any number of guys would be proud to bag her, first time or not. This back-and-forth warred in my mind right up until I was walking Pam to her car at the end of the night out.
We had all driven separately, so our other friends had already parted ways. Pam parked just a few spots down from where I was, so we continued in the same direction until I reached my car, at which point, Pam hugged me goodbye, told me to not be so down on myself and then continued toward her vehicle. I noticed reluctance in her departing from me, which, along with the hug and her parting line, I figured to be a signal. In that moment, I was convinced that I could have sex tonight if I wanted. Maybe it was the fact that it was 2 in the morning and not the time of day for my best judgment, but I finally made up my mind.
"Pam!" I called to her, and she turned around immediately, a smile on her face and her blue eyes staring at me attentively. "Maybe I can follow you to your place?"