Disclaimers: Like nearly all of my stories, each and every character in this tale, is a figment of my overactive imagination, and anyone taking part in any sexual stuff, is over 18 years of age. This story can fit into more than one category, and by the time its finished, I'll find the one that works best, for me. WARNING: I use a very derogatory term for African/Americans, but it is used to advance my story. I never intend to denigrate any race of people.
My name is Paul Glazer, a now 37 year old general contractor. Up until 16 months ago, I was married to my very best friend, Roberta, for just over 15 years.
The tragedy that took my wife away from me and our two children, also tore apart our next door neighbors. You see, my wife was car pooling with our neighbor, Andrew Jones, as his car was in the shop, and his wife Doris, needed her car for their two preschoolers.
Let's back up, just a bit. Roberta and I met at Woodrow Wilson High School, in Tacoma, Washington. I knew the second time we dated, she was something special.
We both knew we had to graduate high school, and maybe, just maybe go to college. I had worked in construction from the time I was 15 years old. I wasn't old enough to do much more than learn all I could, so that's what I did.
My parents encouraged me to learn a good trade, as I wasn't a great student. Oh, I was smart enough, but I just thought if I got a good, running start in the construction game, I would have a jump at being my own boss, some day.
While in high school, Roberta, or Bobbie, as she preferred, and I talked about our future, all through our senior year. Both sets of parents knew of our plans, to get married, after graduation, with me getting ahead with the company I was working for, and Bobbie being accepted into our local community college, where she was going to study accounting.
We had our plans. All through our senior year, we knew we were in love. We had a very hard time keeping our hormones in check, waiting for graduation and for Bobbie to get on the pill.
Our dates usually ended up, with us on either hers or my bed, making out like the love struck teens we were.
We figured at 18, we were physically ready for sex, but, we asked ourselves, were we ready, mentally.
Edging closer to graduation, we were talking with both sets of parents, about our future. I knew I had a job promotion, in just a few weeks, and Bobbie was accepted into the business program, at our local Community College.
Just a week before Senior Prom, we were making out on her bed. Having done this on several occasions, it wasn't new that I had her bra off, and was softly kissing her nice C cups, topped with little, very hard nipples.
I started kissing down her body, stopping to make sure I reached every inch of her entire body. Getting to the edge of her panties, I took a chance, pushing them down over her behind and hips.
As I heard her gasp, quietly, I moved between her thighs, kissing each thigh, as softly as possible. Moving upwards toward her already dripping wet sex. I very tenderly started licking up and down her special area, that I had only dreamed about.
I couldn't believe her reaction. Her scream was so loud, we were both lucky her entire family was out of the house. Her hips were bucking hard enough, I held onto her behind with both hands, with my face buried in her very wet sex.
Within mere minutes, my face was covered in the sweetest nectar I could have ever imagined. Holding her body, as she started to calm down, I moved up, right next to her, with me holding her tightly.
After some very heavy kissing, Bobbie slowly moved down my body, while holding my manhood in one hand. Tentatively, she kissed the head of my cock, then put the first two inches into her mouth. Up and down, while licking all around the head. Up and down. Three inches in her mouth. Four inches, and up and down. My mind was a blaze, never having talked about doing this.
I felt my entire body start shaking, and she felt it, too. Taking her mouth off my sex, and watched as I shot stream after stream all over my chest.
Trying to catch our breath, she took a little towel, and tried cleaning my mess off my chest. We just laid in each other's arms, not saying a word.
After a few minutes, I gently lifted her face, giving her as gentle a kiss as I could. Opening up our mouths, just enough to sneak a little tongue inside, we stayed in our embrace for a few more minutes.
We both felt my manhood starting to grow, again, and without saying a word, I reached under the pillow, and removed a condom hidden, there. Quickly, I unwrapped it, put it on, whispering how much I loved her, then moved between her legs, ran my covered cock up and down its target, and entered the promised land.
With a minimal pinch, she threw her arms around my neck, and locked her legs around my behind. I slowly picked up a little steam, and we really started our very first fucking session.
I'd like to say that I lasted all night, but let's get real, here, folks. Our first time, both just past 18 years of age. We were both very lucky that I lasted nearly ten minutes.
To both of us, trying to catch our breath, it seemed like an hour, or two. My God, neither of us could wipe the smile off our faces.
Lucky for us, her little brother had a sleepover, and her very understanding parents came back to their house, and very quietly disappeared into their bedroom, knowing well enough not to bother us.
The next morning, when my eyes finally opened, I saw her just staring at me with this angelic look on her face. We both said our 'I love you' to each other, agreeing that we wouldn't do anything too daring, with her parents down the hall.
Luckily, Bobbie had her own bathroom, that we used, one at a time, then greeted her parents in the dinning room, for breakfast.
While her mother, Pauline, was cooking breakfast, her dad, Jack, took me into the living room, and started giving me 'the talk' You know what I'm talking about. "Don't you dare get my daughter pregnant." Among other things dads say to protect their daughters.
When we joined 'the girls' back in the dining room, I knew mom and daughter also had 'the talk'
When Senior Prom came around the next week, we thought about just going to the Prom, and one particular after party, and just enjoying each other at her house, by ourselves.
Mother Nature took much of what we might have done, off the table, but we had a fabulous time, despite it all. One of the things we talked about was her mother agreeing to let her go on the pill, seeing as both parents thought we were mature enough to handle that.
Jack did warn me about overdoing our new found sexual relationship. I just nodded, and told him I thought I could control myself.
As Bobbie was starting her college classes, I did get the promotion I was promised, and we continued living like a married couple. Just not on our own, just yet.
I was very busy, helping to build a new subdivision, wondering if Bobbie and I could ever afford something like I was building.
As her first year of classes was coming to an end, and my job flourishing, we started discussing marriage.
We got both families together, and when my parents, Neil and Carol, voiced some hesitation, I reminded them both, we would be in a better financial position than they were, when they got married.
They didn't disagree, but reminded us how much of a struggle they endured. When we finished our discussion, everybody agreed that we had given this much thought and our wedding plans moved forward.
Our wedding would take place right after Bobbie's second year ended, the following June. We started apartment hunting, when I came across a house that had been repossessed, that needed some work, and nearly fit into our budget.
With help from both parents, we actually had a house! Yes, it needed some work, that I could do, and, yes, we managed, with the payments being reasonable.
