The Second First Time 1

PaintOFM, 09.04.2024

The (Second) First Time

I am curious, how many people really get a chance to relive their first time for the second time. C-Jay and I were high school sweethearts, We were each other's first for all those coming of age things. After we graduated, our relationship went south. After several months of heart breaks, I relocated, and started anew, so to speak. From time to time, when visiting home, I would look up C-Jay, maybe do something together, and when I asked about another time, always got shot down. Twas' a terrible cycle. Finally I had enough.

Looking forward, in the next year or so as I settled into my new job, I was introduced to my now Wife. A month or so before the wedding, I got a surprise visit from C-Jay as I was leaving work. She had heard from one of my Buds that I was getting married. We stopped had dinner and a very long conversation, she was upset that I did not reach out to her in the past year, and especially after being told I was to be married. I explained she was the one that kept telling me it was over, and I needn't contact her any more. Despite all that, she was still in my heart. As we were parting ways that night, and since we were a hundred miles from our hometown, I asked her to just be safe and spend the night. I truly think had she, and if we, I would have probably called off the wedding until I was absolutely sure. She didn't, we didn't, I didn't.

Years after My Wife and I married, and several moves, promotions at work, we were at my 'rents for the December Holidays. While there, I ran into one of C-Jays Aunts, in our conversation I discovered C-Jay and her husband had ended up in the same area as we did. One night as I was finishing up at work, my desk phone rang, typically after hours, I wouldn't have answered, but for some reason I did. When I heard Her voice, I am certainly glad I did! Talked 30 or 40 minutes that evening. We spoke randomly from time to time, once I told her that my Wife and kids were going home for a long weekend before school started. Since her Hubby worked 2nd shift, she invited me over. The visit was a catch-up, talked about them and their kids, us and our kids. Innocent, not even close to crossing the line. We continued to talk every once in a while. I always reached out to wish her a Happy Birthday. Some times she responded, some times she did not.

When my son was 'graduating' 8th grade he had been recognized with two different Scholastic Awards. After the gathering, we were milling around my wife and I got separated. Suddenly C-Jay popped up, and she realized I had to be there because my Son had won the awards. I had never realized they had moved again, and into the the other end of same school district, and her son and my son were in the same grade at the same school. Yet again, a very pleasant visit.

Recently, I reached out to her to wish her a Happy Birthday, then I saw on her FB page that her Husband had recently passed. Our conversations became more frequent. It went from every 3rd or 4th day, to every other, then every day, then to a couple times a day. Eventually, she found out that early Saturday AMs, I would go grab a cup or two of fast food 'mud', and go for a ride. ME time, so to speak. She never asked or invited herself, but I sensed she was interested in tagging along. One Wednesday or Thursday when we were chatting, I asked if she wanted to me to pick her up. Thats when I discovered that she only lived 7 miles away. Saturday mornings became 'therapy sessions' we were so at ease with each other, we could talk about anything, and usually did. Then, from time to time, I would message 1/2? to her, meaning 'wanna meet at the halfway point between here and there' (a trail head of the Appalachian Trail) One Thursday night the Mrs. and My Adult Daughter were at a to-do together, so I met C-Jay at 1/2.

During our conversation there, as we were sitting on the tail gate of my truck, we really got deep about our relationships after US. We talked about our spouses, to find out that they were very close to the same age, both about 5 and 1/2 years older than we. I think that was the night, I told her I thought I could probably fall in Love with her again. She said 'OH HELL NO! Don't you even!' It really didn't seem to change anything with out our Saturday AM 'therapy' sessions. Every Saturday, and an occasional 1/2 meeting. Talked about everything, shared lots, like two really good old friends. Very refreshing. As fall was setting in, and it was getting dark earlier, on one of our 1/2 meetings, as we were leaving, I leant in gave her a hug, something I had thought about before but restrained myself. This night, I acted without thinking. She fit so well into my arms. It lingered.

After that, hugs became a normal good bye. One afternoon meeting at 1/2, when I reached in for a Good Bye Hug, something magical happened, we LOCKED lips, talk about passion, wow. I thought I was probably in deep doo-doo, until she pulled me in for another. I have never in my life EVER kissed a woman the way I kiss her. EVER. Just like I remembered all those years ago, I have often told her that she was the person who taught me the finer art of kissing. We would joke about it. Electrifying passion. From that point forward, our times together usually ended up with some passionate good-bye/good-nite kisses. One Saturday morning, during one of our early AM Therapy sessions driving thru the countryside, came upon a stop sign, I leant in for a kiss, then I did it, pulled her in for a HUG, whispered the words, 'I LOVE YOU' Immediately, I sensed that I had overstepped, although she never really responded or said anything about it.

After that, our typical Saturday morning jaunts were the same, talking, listening, griping, etc., sharing everything like the Besties we had become (again). I was very careful not to utter those three words again. Then it happened, during one of our Good Bye kisses, I pulled her in for big hug, and this time she said it, when I pulled back and looked deep into her blue eyes, I knew then we are in each others hearts. Our Saturday therapy sessions stayed about the same, but the passion and desire was there.

Then during the holidays, I was bachelor-ing for a couple weeks, I would saw her almost every evening. Over dinner one evening, our conversation turned to spending 'a real night' together for the

first

time ever. That week, it was a recurring theme, talking how we both felt about it, pros and cons and the like. Thursday afternoon as I was finishing up at work, I decided to look online for a nearby 'escape', found one that looked interesting, wondering what she would say to a get away. I keyed in reservations, got everything ready, called and asked, "if your favorite Weirdo, asked you to runaway with him tomorrow nite, would you pack a bag, and go with him?' Without hesitation she said yes! So I pushed the confirm button, told her I'd pick her up about 5 the next day.

I truly thought before I picked her up, she would change her mind. After work I packed an overnight, I got ready and headed over to her place to pick her up, still wondering, (hoping) if this was really going to happen. When I pulled up into her driveway, she comes out her front door with a bag on her shoulder. The 'Hi, how are ya' kiss was awesome, as usual' On the way we decided to stop for dinner at one of the local, out of the way, diners. Our chatter was typical fare, we watched people, had a great meal.

It seems as she was a little impressed when we pulled up at our destination. Once in our 'King-sized Suite', although slightly awkward, we kicked back and found something on the telly, and started necking like a couple of teenagers. Here is where those first (second) first time things really started happening. Besides the always awesome passioned filled kisses, there were touches, rubbing, squeezing, etc. She suddenly took me by the hand, and led me to that King-Sized Bed that was screaming our names. I sat down on the edge, pulled in her tight for some more lip action, the she reached down to pull of my shirt, and from there, between kisses, we ended up slowly undressing each other, till we were both in our starkies. Oh the feeling holding her close, skin on skin, was euphoric. Awkwardly, we finally ended up in the middle of the bed, like the Lovers we are about to become, (again) in each others arms.

Oh the heat, kissing, squeezing, exploring, wow. I started kissing lower, stopping at those hard little buds, remembering how she used to really enjoy having her nipples sucked, almost bitten. She still does. Then, I find myself at the first womanly delights I ever experienced. But this time, I did things that I learned later in life. I kissed, licked, sucked, with an occasional glance to check to see how I was doing. From her facial expressions and body reactions, and after several climaxes, she finally clamped her legs together, kinda' immobilizing me. After I gave her a couple minutes to regain her composure, I dove in for round two. again, the trembling, the quivering, she went wild as she climaxed. She slowly eased up her muscles, as she was calming down again, I rolled out of bed and went to wash my face and beard. When I got back to holding holding her, before I could kiss her, as serious as she has been for a long time, she said, 'I sure as heck didn't teach you that kinda' kissing'

More kissing, rubbing, holding, the she pushed over on to my back, and straddled me. talk about heavenly feelings. She worked some of the time, others I would hold her still, and I did all the work. Lets just say, I probably shot as much this time as I did the first time almost 40 years ago, and she was a quivering also. It seemed as wonderful as it did all those years ago, but so much less awkward as when we were teens. So much more of that expression, 'getting better with age'. Needless to say, after round two, we finally managed to get a couple hours of sleep before check out time.

I often tell her I am so very lucky that she let me back into her life, and maybe these feelings and experiences after all these years, was the way it was supposed to happen. In the last 3 years or so, we have only missed 3 or 4 Saturday morning Therapy Sessions, and when we get a chance, we run away for an over night trip to our 'very special place'... TBC

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