Chapter 2 - Big Dave, An Autobiography
Hi, my name's Dave and I have an enormous cock.
This story takes place in the mid 1980s in England.
In Chapter 1 you meet me at age eighteen and my first sexual experience with Rachel.
In Chapter 2 you meet Gloria, who would have a profound affect on my life during that long, hot summer.
Gloria
When the exam results came through and I was able to confirm my place at University, it was time to celebrate.
Brian, a friend of mine from way back, and a couple of the other guys from our year, decided to go on a pub crawl.
Brian was the only one of us who could drive at that time and had access to his family's car, but that was only on condition that he didn't drink.
The pubs we had our eyes on were in one of the larger towns, but my family home was furthest from them so it was agreed that Brian would pick us up and take us to the town for our celebration, but that he would then drop the other two off at their homes and I would stay over at his family's farmhouse.
So, with the exception of poor old Brian, we all got suitably bladdered that night. There was a bit of a scuffle at one point, some flirting with girls, some puking, and then finally I was at Brian's in an advanced state of inebriation, thanking his mum and dad for the bed for the night and telling everyone how much I loved them.
Except that bed was actually a fold away camp bed with a sleeping bag, located on the floor of Brian's room, but I was too drunk to care. I stripped down to my underwear and collapsed on the bed and was out like a light.
I do recall waking at probably 4:00am and needing to pee. I staggered, still a bit worse for wear, down the landing to the bathroom and emptied my bladder before finding my way back to bed.
I seem to remember hearing voices some time after I had drifted back off to sleep, but imagined they were in a dream.
When eventually I did awake my watch said it was 10:00am. I glanced over at Brian's bed and saw it was empty and neatly made up.
I sat up and rubbed at my eyes. The room was empty.
It was then I heard footsteps on the landing outside, a gentle tap on the door and then Gloria, Brian's mum, poked her head around the door with a big grin on her face.
"There he is!" she said, "How're you feeling?"
Without waiting for my answer she entered the room carrying a mug of black coffee and a plate of biscuits.
"Oh okay, I guess." I replied, "Where's Bri?"
She set the mug and plate down, opened the curtains and sat on the edge of Brian's bed.
"He's off with his dad. We have some problems at the milking shed."
I lay back down and covered my eyes from the bright daylight coming through the window.
"It was early, you was sleeping." She continued, "Looks like you had a nice time."
I took my arm away and sat up again. Gloria was a lovely lady. In her early fifties, with a bit of padding at the hips and a fairly decent pair of breasts. Normally she dressed quite conservatively, but this morning, to me it seemed, her clothes looked a bit young for her. And a bit tight.
She had low heeled strappy sandals on, and I couldn't help notice her bare legs and the short, tight red skirt. She also had a thin pink blouse which strained the buttons across her chest. A white lacy bra could be glimpsed through the thin material.
"Was it comfortable?" she asked me, nodding at the bed.
"Errr yeah, it was fine. I think I was too numb last night to really notice."
She leaned back on Brian's bed.
"I said if he was a good friend he'd have let you have this bed."
"Yeah, well, it was okay. He was good to do the driving and keep us out of trouble."
She was looking down on me with a thoughtful expression.
"Do you like to keep out of trouble?" she asked.
It was a peculiar question and I had a feeling she wasn't talking about drunken nights on the town.
"I don't know." was all I could think to say.
"Well, would you help me put that bed away?"
"Yes, sure." I replied and waited for her to leave so I could get dressed first.
"C'mon, if we can get this room tidied up I'll make us some breakfast."
"Okay," I said, still waiting for her to leave.
But she just sat there, looking at me.
In the end I figured I was being a bit too prudish and unzipped the sleeping bag fully and swung my legs over the side of the bed.
I heard a slight gasp from Gloria and realised the head of my cock was visible below the leg of my boxer shorts. I quickly tugged them down to cover it and leaned forward looking for my jeans, while my face burned red.
"It's okay." she said, "Don't be embarrassed. Come sit."
Gloria patted the bed beside her. Well, it was less embarrassing than standing in front of her with my dick on display so I quickly sat down, with my hands in my lap.