Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story includes scenes of graphic sex needed to further the plot, and should NOT be read by minors or anyone that might be offended by such filth. You cannot publish or post this story anywhere else without my permission.
Thanks to Lord Byron for his poetry, and apologies for sullying it in this story.
The length of this story is around 9641 words and takes up 3 pages on Lit.
Tags used on this story are: Student, swingers, bikini, first time, romantic, seduction, male virgin, masturbation.
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It was warm that day, spring was definitely gone and the sun was heating the world up. It was Saturday and Bill had only worked a half day. His mom was out with a few of her friends and Bill was laying on top of his bed dozing and daydreaming.
The next door neighbors, Gladys and Roy, were an older retired couple, Roy was puttering somewhere and Gladys was practicing with her saxophone. She and a few friends would get together and play old tunes.
As Bill lay on his bed he heard the slow notes coming through the open window. They were faint enough not to bother him, but the tune was vaguely familiar and was lulling him into a nap.
In the warm afternoon he lay there thinking about how things seemed to be working out for him, when just five years earlier he felt like his world was crashing down. Back then he was just starting his freshman year in High School. He turned fourteen halfway through the first semester at school and a week after his birthday his parents told him they were getting divorced.
His first thoughts had been selfish back then. He had counted on getting a nice car in two years when he turned 16, now his dad, Ken, was telling him that he was selling his half interest in the car dealership to his partner John. Ken and John were partners in several dealerships across the region, and now Ken was taking over a dealership over in Omaha in exchange for giving John all of the local one.
Bill's mom, Sarah told him that they would sell the house and were going to move into a smaller place. At least he was still going to stay in the same school district. His mom was going to keep her job as a legal secretary.
The move was disruptive, Sarah did as much as she could to keep Bill concentrating on school. It took a couple of years for Bill to appreciate his mom's efforts and accept that there was no-one to really blame in the whole thing. She explained how two people can drift apart, and that's what happened with she and his Dad.
Sarah was very careful not to blame Ken, but Bill assumed that his dad had probably been fooling around with different girls for a while. He had certainly married a woman, Kelly, within a year of the divorce. Bill now had a baby half-sister that he saw for a couple of weeks every summer and every fourth weekend.
Bill's thoughts moved on and he thought about Imogene, how the two of them had virtually grown up together since kindergarten. A few years ago he had been talked into dating her by his mom, how both he and Imogene knew it was a set-up, her being John and Jenny's daughter -- how before the divorce John and Jenny spent so much time with mom and dad. After all dad and John had been partners and saw each other at work, but the families still socialized a lot.
Imogene was a nice girl, a grade ahead of him, but the same age. Back then she didn't mind telling everyone that she had skipped the fifth grade. Bill had a crush on her when they were little, but their few dates during Bill's freshman year in high-school didn't go on past a few pecks on the cheek.
It didn't help that either Jenny or Sarah always seemed to be there, driving them to a movie, picking them up and driving them home. A few times they had hung out on the weekend. But it was a little forced. Half the time when they went out on their own, riding bikes, Sarah came out of Imogene's parents' house just as he tried for a clumsy kiss at the end of the date.
His Mom never explained what she had been doing there, not that he ever asked, some instinct told him never to delve into that subject. Not even while she drove him home after stuffing his bike in the trunk of her car. He and Imogene sort of drifted apart, hung out with different people after a while.
Now, a few years later Imogene seemed a lot more friendly, and he had to admit, flirty. She had been attending the University at Ames for the last school year, but came home a lot of weekends. Now she was home for the summer. He had graduated high school and his job at the local lumber yard had gone to full time for the summer. He wanted to save money for his foray into higher education in the fall.
He had to admit that back in high school Imogene's nickname of 'I'm a genius' fit her most of the time. But now she wasn't at all stuck up. She was mostly just friendly and fun. She had been sending him friendly little cards and a few full letters since she went to college and this summer she seemed to be going out of her way to spend time with him.
Well, that wasn't hard, her complexion had cleared up, she had filled out into a very pretty figure, and her face had lost that weird beaky look. His mother had made the comment that her face had finally caught up with her nose. She wouldn't ever be a movie star or a model but she was cute, and she was smart, and fun to talk to. He had put his arm around her last night at the movie and she snuggled right up to him, her hand on his thigh for entire film.
Bill started to get a semi and his hand found its way into his sweats. He thought about how Imogene's breasts had looked, how he had peered down the top of her blouse in the darkness of the theater. How when she snuggled up to him the material seemed to poof out a bit and he could see just that little bit further between her boobs. At least when the scene in the movie was bright.
And no-one came out to interrupt as soon as he started a good night kiss. Especially since they stayed in the cab of his pickup. Yes, his. He hadn't gotten it until he was seventeen, and he had to give his Dad the money he had saved up for a car, but that was so that he wouldn't take the truck for granted, at least that was what his Dad had told him.
It was a much better truck than what he paid for it. After all Dad was still partners in several dealerships, and the owner of one. It was only a year old when he got it, and had four wheel drive for the winters. That big bench seat and huge leg room was nice too.
He thought that Imogene must have been practicing kissing at the University. And she didn't block him when his hand slid along her side and up to her breast. She even moved so that he had better access. And moaned her approval.
As he had suspected, she wasn't wearing a bra. It wasn't long before she lifted his hand off her breast and guided it under her shirt. It was hard to concentrate on feeling her breasts and nipples when her hand was doing such a good job stroking his cock through his slacks.
She actually had his zipper down and together they were working on his belt when her mother came out the front door and asked if everything was all right. Imogene was panting as she left and told him to be 'ready' the next time they got together. He was frustrated at the interruption, but then sex in a pickup truck wasn't the best way for your first time he guessed.
That was last night, and he had rubbed one out as soon as he got to bed. Now it was Saturday and he was laying on his bed, showered after a half day at the lumber yard and was thinking about masturbating again. Then his Mom came home. He didn't know where she had been but she came right up the stairs and knocked on his door before pushing it open.
"Hi honey, have you got plans for tomorrow?" His mother asked. She seemed a little flushed and glowing with excitement.
"No Mom, are you OK?"
