Several years ago I had a remarkable experience while visiting my parent's home for Christmas. Shortly after high school I had accepted a job in New York and only made it back south occasionally, so I lost track of many of the people I hung out with, including girlfriends. It was with some surprise then when I pulled into a gas station near my folks house to see Danny, a former co-worker from the local burger joint who I had worked with, and who was the brother of Judy, an old flame who had worked there also. Danny and I talked briefly and he told me that Judy was back at home and that I should call her up.
Judy and I had dated on again/off again during our junior and senior years of high school. We were never very serious and although I tried, we never got past heavy petting. The last I had heard was that she was engaged to some guy in the Air Force. It had been about four years since I had last seen Judy and I was nervous that she either wouldn't remember me or wouldn't really care to see me, but my concerns were unfounded as she sounded very happy when I called and was anxious to see me. We made plans for me to pick her up at seven, and since it had been years since I'd last seen her, I'd forgotten how to get there, she gave me directions to her parent's house. She said she had a surprise for me. I couldn't wait.
Time seemed to drag the rest of the afternoon. All I could think of was Judy. You'd have thought that I had found my lost love when in reality we had never really gone steady. I vowed that I would be cool and collected, and that my maturity would let me get the things that had eluded me before, specifically into her pants. I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but I bought a case of beer and put it in the trunk figuring that it's always good to be prepared.
Driving to Judy's house I was trying to remember everything I could about her and her family to avoid the awkwardness of forgetting something important that I should have known, but all I could think of was how Judy looked, (5'6", strawberry blonde, thin as a rail, very flat but nice hips) and how I felt years ago when we made out. Thankfully she answered the door and was ready so I didn't have to endure the uncomfortable "waiting with dad" stuff that I used to have to suffer through. Judy looked great, she was obviously a late bloomer since she had filled out dramatically since our high school days and was no longer flat. I complimented her politely that she looked better than ever and she responded with a small kiss and said I looked good too.
We got into my car and I started driving asking her where we should go and what her surprise was. She was playing very coy, just telling me where to turn and nothing more. I had been away for so long that I was getting my directions mixed up when the next turn put us onto a familiar street, the one my old girlfriend Sheryl had lived on. I wasn't terribly surprised when Judy had me stop right in front of Sheryl's house, thinking that she would want to talk or something, but then she opened the car door and asked if I was coming.
Sheryl and I had dated pretty steadily, although we were never truly "steady". She too worked at the burger joint and I used to drive her home when we got off work. She was the first girl I had ever really dated and the first that I had ever "done" anything with. I knew she had her eye on me almost the first time I saw her at work, the way she talked and acted towards me. You can just tell, and even though I wasn't initially that attracted to her, she wasn't half bad; tall, (about 5'8") thin but with a decent chest and blonde hair. I remember how we first got together; it was one evening in the burger joint parking lot, a bunch of us employees had just gotten off work and were hanging out, looking for something to do. She stuck to me like glue even though I really wasn't trying to impress her. As the hour drew late I was actually trying to go home since I didn't want any flack from the folks about bringing the car home late, and she just jumped into the front seat. I tried to discourage her, but she was determined, and it seems that often I have a hard time saying no. She kissed me, my first French kiss and I guess I was hooked. As the days went by, hers were the first breasts that I had ever caressed or suckled, and later still, her's the first pussy I ever fingered and then later, ate. She was too shy to reciprocate anything beyond kisses and I was too self-conscious to ask her to, and we never had intercourse. Sheryl and Judy were close friends and strangely enough now that I look back at it, the girls had never been jealous of each other regarding me dating them both. Sheryl and I had never officially "broke up" as after I quit the burger joint we just didn?t see each other often. I think the last time I saw her was shortly after graduation, her slutty girlfriend Marlene was with us and threw herself at me. At the time still being a virgin, and figuring that I would stay that way with Sheryl, I ended up leaving with Marlene and did lose my virginity to her, but I felt bad about it. Now I was hoping that Sheryl wouldn't still be holding a grudge about it.
We went up to the door and Sheryl answered it. I thought Sheryl's eyes would jump out of her head when she saw me as Judy hadn't told Sheryl about me being in town. If she even remembered my infidelity with Marlene, she didn't show it as she ran out onto the porch and wrapped her arms around me a gave me a nice kiss. It felt great holding her in my arms again and her kiss was more than just polite. Sheryl wasted no time getting us inside since it was cold and we all settled into the family room where a pleasant fire was burning in the fireplace. The chatter was typical of what you'd expect from three friends catching up after a long absence. It seemed that Sheryl was fresh out of long relationship that had gone sour and had moved back home within the last month. Judy had married the Air Force guy, but that relationship had failed too and she was home now. Fortunately neither women had children with these men.
We talked for close to an hour before I asked Sheryl if anyone was home. She said her parents and sisters had gone to visit her grandmother for a couple of days and that she couldn't go because of work, but that seeing me she was glad that she stayed home. I told them I had the beer in the car and asked if they wanted me to bring it in, to which they replied "definitely!" Sipping suds and talking with these two seemed to bring back a lot of memories as we caught up on people and places. The talk remained polite with minimal double entendres as I didn't want to appear lecherous as much as I desired them both, especially considering that they may have still been sensitive about their previous relationships. They both made me feel very welcome, sitting close to me, making lots of eye contact and lightly touching me as they spoke.
The beer was having it's usual effect as the talk became more animated and the topics more risqué. Things were going so pleasantly that I really wasn't thinking about whether we should go out or how the night would end; I was just enjoying the moment when rather suddenly things changed. Sheryl left to use the bathroom just as Judy returned from there, but Judy surprised me by instead of sitting next to me on the couch, she straddled me on my lap. "It's so good to see you after all this time" she said and then kissed me. Well if her earlier kiss had been polite, this one was obscene! She wasted no time getting her tongue into the act and if memory serves me correctly, she had learned quite a bit during the last four years. I returned the favor and upped the ante by unbuttoning the top three buttons on her shirt and began kissing my way down her neck. She was definitely enjoying the sensation as she held my head to her and ground her crotch into mine. Now the only thing I was thinking was how to get out of here and go somewhere where we could do this right.
