Contents: British English spelling and grammar.
This story appeared last month with the title 'Just once' - it's been re-written. So if you recognise it, either skip it, or try and spot the differences. It caused a lot of confusion last time and I got half a dozen emails saying it needed more. But it doesn't. So please note:
The sex scene does NOT mention any names!
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Experiences: are they so different?
"I'm off to the quiz night then babe. What are you planning this evening?" asked Steve.
"Sandy's coming round." said Deb. "She needs to unburden herself. I expect it's just women's stuff, but we'll probably get through a bottle of wine. I may be in bed when you get back."
"Better have a box of tissues handy as well."
"Good idea."
They kissed goodbye and he opened the door. Sandy was outside, about to knock.
"Sandy, perfect timing!"
"Hi Steve!"
They hugged in the hallway. He much preferred Deb's medium sized breasts; but was not averse to a hug. Sandy's breasts were twice the size, and her hugs were full on.
Steve was looking forward to walking to the pub, and not only to clear the cobwebs before the quiz. Deb had been acting strangely the last few days. Nothing he could put his finger on; just kind of distracted.
As he reached the street corner, his mobile phone rang. It was Dan, the pub landlord.
"Steve, sorry mate, the quiz is cancelled."
"What? Why?"
"The other teams have been calling in. Half are dropping like flies with this fortyeight hour flu, so I've had to cancel. But you can still come down for a beer."
"Are the rest coming?"
Dan hesitated.
"Actually, most of them are staying in."
"Sorry mate, looks like you'll be having a quiet night."
Most people have their sneaky side. As Steve got back to the house, he decided to keep quiet. Their friend Sandy was divorced and living alone. He was intrigued to know what she needed to unburden. It might be something exciting, so he let himself in quietly.
The living room was at the back. Steve turned off his phone and opened the door to the front room, ready to slip in if anyone came out to the hall. A bottle of wine between them would probably send them scurrying to the downstairs toilet. His brief excursion outside had given them time to get stuck into the wine.
The living room door was open, as always. But standing in the unlit hallway, Steve couldn't be seen. Sandy was wearing a short summer dress and had her knees pointing straight at him. Muttering something about mosquitoes, she pulled it up and scratched her upper thigh.
'Very nice.' he thought. 'You don't often see green panties. Not a thrilling colour, but it's always exciting to see something you shouldn't.'
"So, what did you want to discuss?"
Now this was a surprise; Sandy had spoken. Steve thought it should be Deb asking that question.
"It's about sex outside marriage Sandy. It's not an affair if Steve knows about it beforehand, is it?" said Deb.
"I suppose not, technically. So, are you having an affair?"
"Not yet, but I want to."
"Why would you want to do that? You've always given me the impression Steve's a good husband."
"Oh, he is!"
"Is it sex then? Doesn't he satisfy you?"
"It's not that either. Our sex life is great!"
'Well that's a relief.' thought Steve. 'I didn't think we had problems, but it's reassuring to have it confirmed.'
"Then why?"
"Because Steve is the only man I've ever had. He swept me off my feet when I was eighteen, and we got married a year later."
"There's nothing wrong with being a virgin bride; it's considered cool these days."
"But I've never experienced another man. I'm twentysix and I want to try someone else; to know what it feels like."
"And you had nobody at all before Steve?"
"Nobody. I did go up the Top Rank Club when I was sixteen."
"I thought you had to be eighteen to get in there."
"Yes, but the bouncers were ok if you looked like you were going to behave yourself. I went with Trish who was eighteen. She'd been before and knew one of them. So it was a case of 'She's with me' and we breezed in."
"I bet your parents didn't know. I remember how strict they were."
"They didn't. I told them I was having a sleepover at Trish's, which was true. Anyway we had a great time, I tried my first alcohol."
"What did you drink?"
"A snowball. You know, Advocaat, lime and lemonade."
"Wow! Miss Sophisticated!"
"I know, it's not so cool now. But at sixteen I thought it was wonderful! And they served it in a round brandy glass, so it looked more like a snowball."
"Go on. What happened?"
"They closed the doors at eleven. People were still inside, drinking and dancing, but no-one else was allowed in. They do it to keep out the drunks. Trish said we'd better be back at hers by half past, so we left. There were still two bouncers hanging around outside. But they weren't really needed, there was a cordon and a closed sign."
"Yeah, I remember that closed sign. There were times we'd drink in cheap pubs, and get to Top Rank too late."
"So one of the bouncers says: "Fancy a quickie Trish?" and they popped round the corner into an alleyway. She left me standing there, saying she'd only be five minutes. The other guy said: "How about you?" I thought they meant a ciggy and said I didn't smoke. He laughed and said they were actually going to have a knee-trembler. I'd never heard of that either, and when I asked him what it was, he said he'd show me."
"I'll bet he did!"
"I guessed it was something to do with sex, so I said no. He said how about a kiss then? That seemed harmless enough but it was horrible. He stank of cigarettes and beer. And his chin was so bristly it hurt my face. I pushed him off, and shouted "No!" and Trish came back and said "Leave her alone!". Then we left.
Steve had never heard about that. But he'd never felt the need to question Deb about her past experiences; it was obvious she hadn't really had any.
"Everything changed after that." Deb continued. "I always thought Trish was fun, and lucky to have such open-minded parents. But I now realised she was just a slut. We didn't fall out as such, just drifted apart. But I often recalled that scary moment when I was kissed. And, awful though it was, the memory always excited me. I retreated into my shell for a year, then Steve came along and coaxed me out of it."
"Well, he certainly counts as your first in my book."
"Yes, Steve was the first; and still is the only one. That's why we must talk. I don't want to go behind his back."
"Do you think he'll agree?"
"I hope so. He takes a very logical approach to things. And it's not just that he's thirteen years older than me. It's thirteen years of experience I never had. He doesn't talk about past girlfriends. But I know there were quite a few."
"And now it's your turn. Do you have anyone in mind?"
"Yes, there's a guy where I work."
"Ooh, do tell!"
'Yes, do' Steve thought.
"You know I have my own office, and I usually take sandwiches for lunch, and work through. But one day last month I overslept. No time for breakfast or sandwiches, and by lunchtime I was starving, so I went down to the canteen. The food's pretty good, just a bit high on calories. Any employee can use it, but it's primarily for the factory floor workers. Great if you like everything fried! The tables seat two or six people, and I was sitting by myself at a small one. Then this young guy in overalls must have been the seventh at his table so there was no room. I think that happens most days as his mates were jostling for position and laughing. One of them whispered to him and nodded towards me. He was being dared to come and sit with a manager. His face went red but, after a moment's hesitation, he came over and asked if he could join me"
"And you said yes."
"Of course, I could hardly say no. He was really sweet and we started chatting."
"How old?"
"A fair bit younger than me."
"Oh come on. You're only twentysix!"
"OK. I found out later, he's nineteen."
"Handsome?"
"Yes. He's slim and blond, with no apparent body hair. The opposite of Steve really. And he was so shy and cute."
"Aw, and that's how it all began. How romantic!"
"You're joking. I'm not after romance; I get that from Steve. I just want a different experience."
This was certainly giving Steve food for thought.
"Has he got a name, Mr slim and blond?"
"Nev. He asked me if he could sit with me again the next day, but I told him I usually eat in my office. Poor lad looked so disappointed. Then he asked what I do on Saturdays. I told him I usually go to the shopping mall, and he said he's got an apartment near there, and how about meeting him for coffee in Starbucks. I told him I'm a married woman, and you won't believe what he said."
"Go on."
"He said: 'My mum is a married woman, but I'm sure she drinks coffee!"
"Bold!" said Sandy.
"Yes. He seemed to find a little confidence. I said I might be in Starbucks around lunchtime."
"And were you?"
"Yes! He was already there; he went and got me a latte and we chatted again. But this time it was different."
"How so?"
"I was reminded of when I first met Steve; that was also in Starbucks, but how different this was. Steve was the experienced one, and I was the virgin. I can't be sure Nev is a virgin, but I think he is.
"Did you do anything? Apart from chat I mean?"
'Yeah, that's what I want to know.' thought Steve.
"Yes and no. He was still shy but clearly interested in me. Then he walked me to my car. I unlocked it and asked if he needed a lift anywhere. But he lives nearby and said he didn't. Then his face changed, and I knew what he was thinking. He wished he'd said yes so he could get in the car with me. He mumbled something about preferring the back seat, and suddenly went beetroot red."
"Getting bolder. What did you say?"
"I said 'Maybe next time' and gave him a kiss."
"Where?"
"On the lips. But only a quick one! Even that kiss was a different experience. He was bristly, like the bouncer, but in a sexy way!"
"So what's next?"
"I'm eating in the canteen again next Friday. And may meet him again for a coffee on Saturday."
"You do realise if you kiss a man on the lips, albeit briefly, he'll expect more next time."
"I know. But I only plan on running him home after coffee. When I'm sure sex is on the cards, I'll discuss it with Steve."
