Outside the Box

I met Mike on the first day of seventh grade Junior High with my life in shambles. My locker door was stuck and I was running late for my next class. I was in tears as I struggled when the big tall boy who had the next locker came up, pounded once above the lock and popped the door open for me. I looked up to thank him and was tongue tied. He beat me speaking.

"Just like the lockers at my old school. You have to teach them who's boss."

With that he stuck his hand out saying

"I'm Mike Potter. You are a very beautiful girl and someday we will marry and have my children. However, first I need to know your name."

I was taken aback by his outlandish remarks but swallowed my embarrassment reaching out with my small hand and shaking his much larger one. Through my tears I said

"Jan Peters. I'm happy to meet you because I've been wondering for 13 years just whom my Prince Charming was going to be. I assume you are applying for that job."

With that intro we were off and running. He was really tall for a seventh grade boy like maybe 5'10 or so and I was a short little flat chested waif. II was elated when it turned out that we were in Home Room together and three other classes. He started walking me just about everywhere and we also spent our lunch times together. It was weird but without either of us saying anything we ended up as a couple, at least at school. We also naturally got together at various Friday night dances and other school events. Real dating would have to wait for cars but we did a lot of group stuff with parents driving. We also managed to break the ice physically by holding hands and then that first kiss at a party in Mary Alice Terney's basement. It was awkward and our braces got in the way but it was absolutely wonderful.

As I said before, Mike was really tall for his age and it didn't take long for the JV basketball coach to spot him in the halls and pull him out of study hall for a recruiting speech. Mike had already been planning to go out for the team and he was really flattered by the attention. The coach gave him some drills and exercises and had the Phy Ed teacher work with him also. The net result was that by the time for the team try outs, Mike had a lock on starting center.

In seventh grade gym class I discovered that I had a talent for running. Previously I had tried gymnastics for a couple of years but it just didn't take. Track on the other hand was a lot easier for me and I was pretty good at it so I went out for cross country in the Fall and Track in the Spring. Mike also was in the Boys side of those teams but his primary focus was on basketball. We both stuck with our programs, did well and by 9th grade graduation from Junior High we had guaranteed slots on the High School teams. Physically we did a lot of growing in the next years. I made it all the way up to 5'2" and Mike toped out at 6"3". In High School Mike moved to point guard because we had a 6'10" center. I made Varsity Cross Country and later ran the distance events in Spring Track. We had really good teams in our school and we both made State two out of the three years.

The fact that we only dated each other all through school was quite amazing because Mike was a handsome jock and was on the receiving end of relentless flirting by some pretty dedicated girls. For some unknown reason even skinny little me was the object of male attention. We both just politely but firmly shut this kind of attention down. Our devotion to one another was sort of a legend in school and eventually even became a source of concern for our parents. We were frequently reminded that branching out or expanding our horizons would be appropriate but neither of us bought off on it. We were committed, period.

All I can say here about our physical relationship was that we were exclusive, loving, responsible and age appropriate as we matured. As we physically matured the puppy love of a skinny little girl and a beanpole boy transitioned into full blown love and commitment.

Mike had always treated me with a great deal of respect and let me set the physical pace in our relationship. That pace stepped up significantly when we celebrated our eighteenth birthdays in the back seat of his dad's car at the drive in. On the way there I snuggled up next to him and cuddled up with his arm around me. This was the way we always drove and he smiled as I pecked him on the cheek.

"I have a present for you tonight."

"I thought we already exchanged gifts."

Taking his free hand in mine I put his hand under my sweater and brought it up to cup my naked breast. My boobs had finally taken off and I was now a proudly firm "B" cup. Mikes thumb and forefinger instinctively grasped my nipple as it firmed to his touch.

"I think I'm going to enjoy unwrapping this present very much babe."

"Just be careful of your driving sweetie we don't want you to get all excited now do we?"

"You know I didn't bring a present for you don't you?"

As I patted the bulge in Mikes jeans I said "Oh I think you did and I'm going to have a lot of fun unwrapping it as soon as it gets dark."

Now I of course had the basic "health" class and seen a smattering of dirty magazines, but nothing had prepared me for my first viewing of Mike's penis. It was powerful, threatening and absolutely beautiful. I would later find out that it was just a tad under 8" but the thing that I first found interesting about it was that I could barely wrap one of my little hands around its base. I will never forget that night. Mike of course had my girls out to play while we "watched" the movie and I unwrapped "Little Mike." I reached out to touch him and instinctively knew to slowly jack it up and down. I was mesmerized by the process that I had only read about. As I moved my hand up and down, I squeezed my fingers which elicited a groan of pleasure from Mike. As I moved faster and faster his penis got more and more rigid and then suddenly we were scrambling for a Kleenex to capture my first exposure to the pearly wonderful essence of a man. As he slowly relaxed after his orgasm he took my head in his two big hands and gave me the deepest and most loving kiss of our relationship.

"Thank you babe. That was the best cum ever but what about you?"

I didn't answer but I took his hand in mine and brought it under the previously forbidden territory of my skirt. I demonstrated to him how to cup my pussy over my damp panties and apply rhythmic pressure with his middle finger. Always the fast learner Mike got with the program and within ninety seconds I was cumming on his fingers. I was no stranger to plucking my own twanger but I can honestly say that my first true orgasm was with the love of my life.

"Oh Mike, that was wonderful. I love you so."

We sat kissing in the car ignoring the damp underwear and the strong smell of sex in the enclosed space. Mike popped me off twice more that night and on our final encounter, his middle finger slipped inside my panties and just touched the entrance of my vagina as I came. I was holding his cock as he penetrated me and I squeezed him so hard that he came again this time all over my skirt.

Oh fuck we were in love. We had been in puppy love for years but now it was maturing into a deeper love with all of its attendant sexual overtones. We were now officially bonded together. Not just steadies but well on the road to be life partners. Sexually we were still very careful because we both were college bound and didn't want babies but over the next months we gradually became more and more intimate. We didn't have just one big night when we lost our virginities. Rather, it was a gradual process of slow partial entry and stretching until with just a little pop he was fully seated in my vagina and I was officially a woman. I felt so loved and mature after that night that I was almost sorry we had waited so long.

Senior year was of course the big selection year for colleges and career. I had done really well in the State Cross Country meet that year and I was pleasantly surprised when I was offered a half ride scholarship at the main campus of our state university. Mike was a terrific high school basketball player but both he and the scouts knew that he wasn't Division One NCAA level so if he wanted to play ball it would have to be at a D2 or D3 school. Since we wanted to go together and since he wasn't looking for a career in basketball, he applied for the Engineering Program at State and happily also got a partial academic scholarship. Math, science and computer courses had always been Mike's bread and butter and so he stuck with that area. I really didn't know what I wanted so I threw a dart and hit the School of Education. Lots of athletes were also enrolled there and they were flexible when it came to make up work when teams were traveling.

Mike and I were in a coed dorm on different floors to pacify my parents. I had a female roommate and Mike had a single. You can guess where I spent lots of quality time.

Cross Country is a Fall sport and so to keep in shape I had to run a lot in the summer and especially during the season. Occasionally it was as much as 50 or more miles per week. A lot of the time Mike and I ran together and with his long legs I had to really work to keep up. I kept telling him that he could make the team but he just liked the exercise and I suspect he liked watching my tits bounce a bit and my butt twitch in those tight little running shorts. The rest breaks out in the country were also interesting.

Mike and I moved onto campus early the summer of our Freshman year because the team started training in August for the September opener. Luckily there were a lot of seniors who had left the program and so I made my roster spot without a lot of trouble. The men's coach saw Mike running with me one day and convinced him to try out for his team. Although he really didn't have Cross Country on his bucket list he made the Men's team. It really worked out well for us as a couple because the men's and women's teams trained and rode the bus to meets together. His road work was more grueling than mine but boy did we get into great physical condition. We both automatically got a bunch of friends on our respective teams and so our first college experiences were very positive.

We also got our sex lives in great shape. At home we of course had to be very private and secretive but here we were able to openly declare our love and be demonstrative in public. Granted public fornication was not allowed but some pretty advanced foreplay was. Mike and I were in love and damnit we didn't hide it. With Mike's single room we had to share a twin but since one of us was either on the top or bottom it didn't make any difference.

To say our sex life blossomed would be an understatement. It frigging exploded. When we weren't running or studying we were taking a master class in the physiology of the opposite sex. At home we were usually hurried or in the dark but now we could explore, experiment and make real love to our hearts content. Over the summer my brilliant mother had figured out that I was now intimate with my boyfriend of six years and had quietly taken me to the OB/GYN and got me on the pill. That really helped our sex life and opened a vast range of opportunities. Going off to college was much like a honeymoon for us. We literally tried everything possible and like spaghetti, if it stuck to the wall we kept it in our arsenal.

We quickly got over any modesty either of us had and we spent literally hours examining each others bodies. Since neither of us had any outside sexual experience we brought dozens of sex manuals to bed with us and spent long pleasant hours trying out new and different things. We had fun with the Kinsey report and were delighted to find out that Mike's 7 7/8" cock was just a tad less than 2" longer than the average erect male member. Oral sex as in fellatio and cunnilingus was studied in depth and by the end of the freshman year the genitalia of both sexes held no mysteries. We spent many delightful hours in Mikes bed. Sometimes it was having keyed up frantic lusty sex and other times it was soft and gentle love making.

Almost as pleasurable were the quiet conversations we had after sex. Laying in each others arms in the dark we poured out our feelings for each other and for life in general. One particular exchange of thoughts stood out with me. It was a touchy subject and it was only because of our long history together that we could broach the subject of sex with others. It went something like this. We were resting in the dark after a particularly robust triple orgasm romp. His arm was around me with his hand gently cupping my right breast. My left leg was casually draped over his nearest leg and my pussy was drying out after the exercise it had just had.

"Mike, do you ever think about having sex with other girls?"

"What in the world possess you to ask that kind of question? I just had sex with the woman I love. The woman I have desired and loved since September 12 1982. The most beautiful woman in the Western Hemisphere."

"Yeh I know, I'm a sex goddess, but seriously, do you ever think of sex with other girls?"

"Hopefully this isn't a trap but sure, I and I'm sure all guys think about sex with women other than their partner. But thinking about in a generic sense and acting on the thought are two very different things. I think the same can probably be said of women. They can be in a committed relationship but still have thoughts of sex with men other than their partner. How about you?"

"Well, that's why I brought it up. Other than family members, I've never kissed much less had sex with another man. I know objectively that I've been having the best sex that a human can have and still the more sex we have the more I think about sex with other men. It upsets me that I'm having those thoughts when I have this absolutely perfect relationship with you. I would never do anything with another man so why would I be thinking of other cocks and sex acts when I've already got the best."

"It's because we are sexual beings. You and I are having lots of great sex and so naturally we have sex on the mind. Personally when I see a hot looking girl I immediately compare her to you and always find the other girl lacking. Checking out others in magazines or in person only makes me hotter for you babe"

With that comment I turned in his arms and gave him a long lingering kiss. I was soon aware of his cock rising between us and never the one to let a good hard on get away, I swung my leg over him and got into my favorite cowgirl position. I grabbed his again rampant cock and adroitly inserted into my vagina. As his hands came up to roll my nipples I started to slowly post up and down. I loved the slow action because I could feel every nuance of the friction of his cock in the tight tunnel of my pussy. Every so often I changed the angle a bit so that my clit could get in on the action. Then one of Mike's thumbs located my clit and strummed it in time with my up and down action and within ten seconds he had me cumming convulsively.

Summer break at home was really hard on our sex lives. Sure we had the good old back seat and TV room couch after the folks were in bed but it wasn't the same as our own bed and privacy. We did however find a nice place on our training runs. Every other day we did a 10k to stay in shape for Fall Cross Country. Part of the trail was through a really dense grove of trees. In the densest section there was a tiny little side trail and one day Mike led me off the main trail and into a little grassy area. This became our quickie spot. Shorts off, bend over, cock in, stroke a few times, repeat if necessary, orgasm sharply, inject semen, insert Kleenex, pull up shorts, scratch the mosquito bites and back on the course.

The next three years were packed with running, academics and fabulous sex not necessarily in that order. We both did well in Cross Country and made it to the NCAA finals each year. Mike was a good solid runner and since I regularly worked out with him and had to keep up, I became one of the fastest women in the division. I earned some nice hardware to hang up on an office wall one day but not enough to turn pro or make the Olympics. It was enough however to give me buns of steel, really nice slim but muscular thighs and an exercise program for life. On the academics side I did OK and got my kindergarten credentials. Mike on the other hand did really well and graduated with Honors as a Mechanical Engineer.

To the relief of both Mike's and my parents I didn't get pregnant before graduation but with our sex life it was sometimes touch and go. Mike offered and I was persuaded to accept a really nice engagement ring which was handy because we were getting married in June after graduation. We also got tons and tons of practice in the fine art of orgasm production and solved the issue of lack of sex with other partners. Since both of us would kill or seriously maim anyone of the opposite sex that even touched Mike or I the answer was simple. Five inexpensive wigs for me and two for Mike and voila, cousins Mary, Sally, Esther, sister Sara, identical twin Amanda, brother Harry and don't forget 2nd cousin Rudolpho were created.

Probably the best example of how the solution worked was the first time I organized it. It was a Friday night and I was supposed to be meeting Mike for beer and pizza at a popular campus bar. Mike was already at the bar nursing a beer and watching a basketball game when a long haired white blonde woman entered the bar. She was dressed in a skin tight sequined dress and was perched on top of 4" heels. She walked up to Mike and tapped him on the shoulder. As he turned she introduced herself as Jan's twin sister Amanda who was filling in because Jan had to make an emergency trip out of town. Not surprisingly, the two of them got on famously at the bar.

It seems that Amanda had a serious problem achieving an orgasm during vaginal intercourse and she had been assured by me that Mike had the treatment that could fix the problem. As they danced to a couple slow songs Mike was sure that he would be able to fix whatever was ailing her. He was sure because her pussy was rubbing up and down against his hard cock and her dress had become unbuttoned almost to the waist. Mike had danced her out towards the entrance because the bouncer was giving him the evil eye. The trip to his apartment was short and required many stops to help her adjust her shoes or rebutton her dress that was constantly billowing open in the breezy night air and immodestly revealing her firm little titties.

The weekend was memorable in that Mike was able to fix Amanda's orgasm issue somewhere between twelve and fifteen times from Friday through late Saturday evening. The most amazing thing that happened was that Mike fell asleep Saturday night next to a cum covered, fucked out Blonde and woke up Sunday morning with his aching cock being tenderly nursed by me, his dear fiancé. He was quiet about Amanda's visit and it was for the best as I just wanted to cuddle with my sweet lover.

Rudolpho's visit the following weekend was equally memorable. Mike was out of town and I was supposed to give his cousin Rudolpho a tour of the local attractions. Promptly at 6:00 PM my doorbell rang and the tall handsome cousin grasped my outstretched hand and kissed it romantically. His English was poor but he somehow made it clear to me that the garment bag he was holding was for me as was the expensive bottle of Argentine brandy that he presented. The bag contained a beautiful form fitting sequined dress that surprisingly fit me perfectly. It fit so perfectly that there was no room for panties or bra, a fact noted by Rudolpho when he was tasked with pulling up the long zipper in the back.

Dinner at a small romantic restaurant was perfect and dancing the tango with the handsome Argentine gentleman was not just romantic it was an erotic experience that turned me on to the point that I knew that I would be violating my marriage vows. As we danced I could of course feel the lump in his pants pressing against my pussy and I confess that I loved the feel of it and pressed right back. Rudolpho murmured sweet nothings in my ear in Spanish and I was so turned on that he could have had me right there on the dance floor.