I pulled my beat up nine-year-old Ford Explorer into a spot by the river, that was shielded from the county road by a thick stand of trees, and as quickly as the ignition was off, my girlfriend Lauren and I were leaning across the console connected in a passionate kiss.
"Ready?" I asked in a nervous voice.
With a nod, we opened our doors, stepped into the cold winter air and quickly climbed into the back where I instantly pulled her to me so that once again we were kissing. Like many generations that had come before us, we were "parking", which was a country term for making out in some isolated spot, usually in the backseat of a car.
Lauren and I were both seniors in high school and would be graduating in just a few months. We had been dating seriously for a couple years, but had been quite close for much longer. You see, we grew up across the street from each other and had been classmates going back to kindergarten. Throughout that time, we had stayed quite close to the point that our parents treated the other like one of their own. When our relationship turned serious during our junior year, it was enthusiastically received from our families with lots of hope for the future.
Our sexual chemistry was awkward at first since we had been friends for so long, but even though we had moved past that phase, we were both still virgins. Lauren loved to kiss, as did I, which always got us worked up, and after a few months I was routinely fondling and kissing her breasts. Although this always made her very excited, it was another six months before she let me into her panties. We advanced from fingering to oral sex, and I was pleased with how responsive she was when I focused my attention on her very sensitive clit. For her part, she had become quite good at teasing and sucking me, enjoying the power she held as I writhed. Together, we had learned how to bring each other to climax, usually in the back seat of my SUV, but had not yet taken the final step.
Tonight, though was going to be different. It was my eighteenth birthday and Lauren had been giving little hints for weeks to expect something special. I was pretty sure it meant that she was ready for us to truly make love for the first time, so after dinner, when she suggested we find a quiet place, I made a beeline to our favorite spot by the river.
Lauren pulled my hand to one of her firm breasts while we continued to kiss, and feeling her small nipple at attention made my dick painfully hard. When the kiss broke, there was a flurry of movement as we helped each other shed our clothes, then I pushed her back and felt her warm naked body pressed against mine.
While we embraced, and prepared for the special moment, I thought about how lucky I was to have her as my girlfriend. I knew very few were fortunate to have the kind of relationship we did, and the fact that I was mesmerized by her looks made it all seem perfect. Lauren was a true beauty, a cheerleader, and a very popular person in a positive way by being friendly and respectful to everyone. She was 5'7" tall and a slender 122 pounds with lustrous black hair, deep brown eyes and juicy lips. I was considered very lucky to have landed her to the point that I was the envy of most of the young males in our community, and had to deal with their continual efforts to steal her away.
"Greg, are we ready?" she asked, looking me directly in the eye.
"Yes," I answered simply, knowing what she meant and wanting badly to make our relationship complete.
"Okay...I love you," she replied nervously.
"Lauren, I don't know what's higher than love but that's where I am," I said to her, which made her take a deep breath.
"I'm ready," she said, opening her legs wider.
While we had been in this position often before, with her letting my dick slide over her vulva, this time I would be penetrating that magical place. Unfortunately, my excitement was so high I began to shake and my efforts to make a connection failed several times as my head glanced off her very wet, but tight opening. Finally, I felt her fingers gently take hold and guide my dick to her entrance where she worked the head in slowly.
"Easy," she whispered, and with a flex of her hips and downward pressure from mine, I felt my shaft sliding into an indescribable place of warmth and softness.
"Uggghhhh..." I gasped, unable to contain myself, while she threw her arms around my neck and squeezed hard.
"Greg, easy..." she whined, as our pelvis' moved to connect.
When I was all the way in, I stopped and looked down at her wanting to savor the moment.
"Are you okay?" I asked in a ragged voice, struggling to catch my breath due to the excitement and seeing a similar look on her face.
"Yes...I love you," she answered in a husky, sexy voice with her eyes partly closed, and that look alone almost made me ejaculate.
Rather than answer, I leaned down and kissed, and then started to move very slowly. I knew from listening to the more experienced boys in school that I wouldn't last long and I didn't, as the feeling was just too amazing. However, I stayed in until the last moment, then with an anguished cry I pulled out and sprayed my semen all over Lauren's amazing body.
When my dick finally stopped releasing its juice, I fell on top of her and for a long time we hugged, kissed and occasionally wept as we proclaimed our love for each other. In the back of my mind, I was worried about her psyche and how she would deal with the emotions of her first experience. Luckily, my concerns proved to be overblown when she let me know she was ready for more.
"Can we do it again?" she asked, somewhat sheepishly, which made her even more desirable to me.
This time, we sat upright with her straddling me and took our time, breaking often to kiss and talk. It also gave me the opportunity to suck and nibble on her nipples, and I was delighted to learn that it had the effect of making her pussy spasm. Lauren breasts are nicely proportioned C-cups, barely C-cups as she would describe, with small areolas and nipples that I loved to play with while witnessing her response. However, it's her perfect long legs and tight butt that I love the most and which held the top spot in my fantasies. Of course, I eventually climaxed again, but unfortunately, she didn't, and in fact it took several more encounters over the next several weeks before she finally became comfortable enough to let go.
That was twelve years ago, and since then the time has seemed to fly by. First came college, and although there were a few rocky moments as our new freedom being away from home challenged our relationship, we made it through. We were married a month after graduation to the delight of our families who immediately brought up the subject of grandkids. We made it three years while we started our careers before Cary was born and two years later we were blessed with Josh. So, now we had the perfect new millennium family, with parents that lived an hour away in the country, and were always eager to help with the kids while we established our lives in the city.
Lauren kept her great body and looks, managing to stay within three pounds of her high school cheerleader weight, and despite nursing two babies, her breasts were still quite firm. I put it down to good genes and a healthy lifestyle which included routine workouts that we sometimes did together. This had kept me in decent shape as well, although nowhere near as good as her.
Sexually, our four to five times a week of intense lovemaking had turned into one to two times due to the demands of our jobs and kids, and although it was still satisfying, her passionate wails of pleasure had slowly become satisfied sighs. Of course, people talk and I did learn that we were in a better place than most married couples with kids.
And then there was the other issue -- a very bizarre one. For maybe a year or so, I had become interested in how men looked at Lauren and interacted with her. At first, it was just a mild curiosity about what a man might be saying to her at a function or party, but it continued to develop until I sometimes found myself fantasizing about the man on top of her instead of me when we were making love. What was both strange and troubling to me was that it all seemed to have come out of the blue, as I had never in the past had any thoughts along these lines.
I realized I needed help and after an exhaustive search for the right person, that I kept hidden from my wife, I ended up with a counselor named Dr. Elizabeth Sturm who was a mid-50s woman that specialized in sexual issues. I had weighed going to a male versus a female counselor, but in the end, I just felt it would be more awkward explaining my situation to another man. Plus, a woman would provide the benefit of seeing things in a different way. It took several sessions before I felt comfortable even hinting at my issue and a few more before it started to come out. Fortunately, no doubt helped by the $175/ hr. fee, she stayed patient and nonjudgmental.
"Greg, how are you today. Would you like some water?" Dr. Sturm asked as I took a seat at the end of her couch while declining her offer, and when I was settled, she jumped immediately into the session, "When we left last time, you were going to broach the subject with Lauren and gauge her reaction."
"Yes, that's true," I replied, instantly fidgeting.
"And?" she queried.
"And, I chickened out," I answered, looking at the floor.
"I see. Well, we talked about that too. And, we talked about the length of your relationship and the trust that's there. What made you change your mind?" she continued.
"I guess.... well.... I guess I can't bear the thought of her not respecting me," I explained, as she stared directly at me.
