It had been nearly 30 years since I last saw Beth, that's a lie to be honest, I did see her once, whilst out shopping, she was in the company of a very much older looking man. I knew that she wanted to pursue a career in nursing, so I assumed that he must have been a patient. That one quick glance of her brought back memories, mostly good, but reminded me of the nightmare ending of our relationship.
We first met when she had just turned 18, the only child of a rugby playing, lay preacher and her equally formidable mother. I don't know why? But they took an instant dislike to me. I think it was because, I was a non believer, I had no interest in religion of any kind. Don't get me wrong, I respect other peoples beliefs, but it's not for me. Our relationship began as plutonic, going to the cinema, taking walks along the beach, then it progressed to holding hands, from there to cuddling, whilst watching the film and eventually our first kiss. That moment is etched in my memory for eternity, played out everyday in my mind, in slow motion. She sat next to me, huddled close, my arm resting gently around her, on the screen, the actress whispered,
"Kiss me."
Beth looked at me, I looked at her, she raised her head, I lowered mine, her eyes started to close, her lips began to open, our heads edged closer, I could feel her breath, saw the tip of her tongue jut out slightly between her teeth, then the magic happened, my lips met hers, gently at first, barely touching, electricity flowed, months of passion unleashed, her tongue danced with mine, mine with hers. In the darkness of the cinema, our mouths melted together. A fusion of desire, both hungry, both desperate for release, saliva mixed as we continued the mutual assault on each other, She grabbed my head, I ran my fingers through her hair. For many minutes we continued the duel of our tongues, me sucking hers, hers stabbing mine.
The dynamics of our relationship had changed immensely, I moved my hand to her breast, but she pushed it away,
"No. Stop." She said.
I was so close, yet so far away, I wanted more, but I knew I had to let her take the lead.
Week after week went by, our kisses and cuddles became more intense, but still she resisted any attempt I made to touch her. She allowed me to put my hand on her knee, but no further, anything else was truly off limits. I was beginning to doubt there was any future in this relationship.
Then out of the blue, Beth whispered in my ear, one evening in the cinema
"Make love to me."
I looked at her in a state of shock, did I just hear her correctly,
"Say that again?" I asked.
As if to emphasise the point, she undid two buttons of her blouse and placed my hand inside, on top of her cotton covered breast,
"Make love to me." She repeated
She moaned slightly, as I traced the outline of her nipple with my finger tip.
"When?" I asked.
"Come to my house next Saturday, my parents are away." She answered.
The week dragged by, I found it hard to concentrate in work and even considered taking some sick leave, sleep on Friday night was impossible, I tossed and turned, looking at the clock, watching the minutes tick by. I finally rose, showered and headed over to Beth's, stopping at the chemists to purchase some condoms.
I scanned the area, the driveway was empty, so I knocked gently upon her door. A bleary eyed Beth answered it,
"Trouble sleeping?" I asked.
She just nodded,
"Me Too." I informed her.
Sitting on the sofa, kissing, you could feel the nervous tension in the air, both of us anticipating the next few hours, when we would share the greatest gift. Knowing by the end of the day our virginities would be gone forever.
At first our lips brushed gently together, but soon they were firmly locked together, tongue dancing with tongue. She pulled back a little when I cupped her breast, but began to relax when my fingers began to slowly, gently, caress it. I could feel her nipple begin to harden, as I rolled it softly in my fingers. I ran my hand down her stomach, along her leg, then edged it up, inch by inch under her skirt, feathering the bare flesh of her legs. Higher and higher, I crept, almost to the point where her pussy was in reach. She quickly pulled my hand out and in a husky voice, whispered,
"Not here."
Taking me by the hand she led me upstairs, my eyes glued to her large arse, as it swayed side to side with every step we took. We paused briefly by her bedroom door, just long enough for me to glimpse her soft toys scattered all over the bed. Past the large bathroom, dominated by a huge tub, fun later came to mind, finally she opened a door and pulled me in. Her Parents room I assumed, a large bed, lay under the window, wall to wall wardrobes, full length mirrors, gave the impression of a much bigger area. She stood before me, as I sat on the edge of the bed, a look of uncertainty upon her face, with a slightly trembling voice, told me.
"I have something to show you, I hope you like them? I bought them especially for you."
Her hands were gently shaking as she began to unbutton her blouse, starting at the bottom, making her way up, managing to keep it held together until it was completely undone. From that first touch, I knew that like the rest of her body, Beth had a large bosom, but until she opened her blouse, I didn't realise how big. Gone was the motherly cotton bra, she wore last weekend, replaced by an elegant pale blue lace one, which complimented her pale skin. Tight fitting, it displayed her boobs in all their magnificence, it held them high and pushed together, the weaving of the material allowed her areola to be clearly seen whilst her nipples pushed hard out against it.
I reached out to touch them, but she stepped back,
"I'm not finished yet." She said.
Reaching behind, she eased the zip of her skirt down, the waist band fell from around her hips, she gave a little wriggle and the garment pooled around her ankles. First she stepped out with one foot, then the other, before kicking it aside. Her knickers matched her bra, delicate and sheer enough to reveal her dark bush, when she turned around, they stretched tightly across the cheeks of her ample arse.
"Well what do you think?" She asked.
It was funny watching her stand there in her lingerie, the nervousness and shyness had all but disappeared, hands on hips, she asked again,
"Well?"