My first attempt at writing erotica. Please send CONSTRUCTIVE suggestions.
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It has been an interesting 60 years of living.
First of all, I don't remember much of my first 3 years of life and the rest was rather Ho-Hum until...
I am 6'0" and at one time weighed in at 255. Now down to 161 I still see myself as at the higher number. I do not recommend open heart surgery and an ulcer as weight loss plans but that is what happened to me.
My penis does not drag on the ground as some other writers claim. If fact, limp I'm a whopping 2 1/8" long while erect I top out at 5 3/8". (Every bit helps.)
The two women I have been with over these decades, both became wives then ex-wives, never seemed to mind.
I have been on 3 blind dates in my life. The first in college. She was an art major while I majored in beer and poor grades. You do the math.
A stint in the Armed Services led me to a marriage of a gal I knew since I was 3. Three kids, a mortgage and a general mood of staleness yielded a divorce and my second blind date.
Now in my 40s, a co-worker set us up. I found out later that she had pestered Sandi for months before Sandi finally said "OK, a lunch date and no more".
A great lunch date and 3 months later I proposed. Open heart surgery with its corresponding depression ended that "date" after 18 years.
So here I am, single, bored, dateless and New Years Eve is coming up. Kari states she is having a New Years Eve party and I'm invited.
"Thanks but no thanks, Kari. I haven't been on a date in over 2 years and the prospects of finding someone on short notice is zero."
"Not to worry, my friend", she says. "I've got it covered." "Samantha is 5'7", 122 pounds, redheaded, liberal like you and she hasn't had a date for a while either."
"Why, why no dates if she's so 'hot'?" I asked.
"Her husband died late last year and she was mourning" was the reply.
My RN training and empathy took over. I asked quietly,"What killed him?"
"A single engine plane crash that he was pilot of" was Kari's reply. "It was completely unexpected as he was an excellent pilot. In fact, he got his license the day before they married 37 years ago or so."
"So you are setting me up with a widow that has known one guy over nearly 4 decades and I am to
compete with THAT??", I asked incredulously.
"No, asshole. You are to be the date of this fine woman for New Years Eve. ONLY!! For God's sake, don't think you have to marry her just because you kiss her at midnight!!" Kari said shaking her head.
Okay, maybe I was reading a bit (?) too much into this whole thing. After getting a few details, all I had to do was wait for the calendar to catch up.
Eight PM on New Years Eve found me stepping out of the shower and drying off. Thinking the 3 Ss were completed-shit, shower and shave, I examined myself in the mirror after cleaning it.
Not too bad for a guy that has more surgical scars than kids. The scar over my sternum red from the hot water. The scar from the gall bladder surgery showing a huge 'dimple' upon my right upper abdomen. Hernia and snipping my man tubes not showing themselves today nor any day, for that matter.
'Better get this over with and get back to my life of reading and watching porn', I thought. New slacks, new shirt and loafers donned in a few minutes and I was out the door.
The ride to Kari's house was short but I took the long way so as not to be the first one at the party. When I finally turned on Kari's block I realized I shouldn't have worried. Easily 15 cars were parked on both sides of the street. I turned onto the next block and walked back to the party. A quick knock on the door and I let myself in. Music from the 60s hit me before the door was opened an inch. "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vita" hit me like a brick! The volume on the stereo had to be at 12 at least! Thinking of dances from high school and college make me reminisce of a by-gone era. But my mind was brought back to the present quickly as Kari threw her arms around me and hugged and kissed my face.
"I wasn't sure if you meant it when you said you would be here," she gushed. Another hug stopped my answer. "I said I would be here," I answered finally. Kari looked her usual beautiful self. Shoulder length blond hair atop a face that artists have been trying to emulate for centuries, a body any woman half of her 42 years would kill or die for and a personality that lights up every room she enters.
Kari's husband, Kyle, brought over a beer saying there was harder stuff if I wanted. As a semi-pro linebacker, I never would live if he knew that I wanted his wife.
"A beer is a good place to start," I replied.
Kari interrupted my first gulp with "There is someone I want you to meet." Pulling my arm next to her breast was all I wanted but thinking the blind date was awaiting and Mr. Linebacker out weighed my by over 100 pounds, I shuffled through the crowded living room and onto the screened in porch with Kari.
I thought Kari was about to introduce me to her twin sister. Differing only in hair color, Samantha was also about 5'7", about 120 pounds and movie star pretty. Her hair accented her green eyes and the nominal makeup highlighted her cheeks and eyes. She smiled as Kari brought me nearer and I noticed the lightest red on her lips.
"Sam, Bob, Bob, Sam" said Kari as she put our 6 hands into a warm pile of flesh. Expecting Kari to yell, "Break" or some other coach saying, I took over and kissed Sam on the cheek, saying,"Kari told me a little about you but not that you were prettier than she is."
An elbow in my side from Kari caught me off guard but the big grins on both of these beauties faces told me I had scored at least one point.
The evening progressed well. Sam told me she had been a mid level operative in the campaigns of several candidates I had voted for. She told of how her husband had flown her or the candidates around the state or to nearby fund raisers. Stories that will not be repeated here informed me that a few politicians are not to be trusted with your wife, girlfriend, sister or any female. Others with your sons.
The time flew by when a shout from the living room announced that midnight was just 30 seconds away. "Who knew that time flies when I'm with you," I said. "I feel the same, Bob"
"Will you kiss me?" Sam asked. "I would love to have that honor, beautiful lady."
We started the kiss as the crowd was counting down from 15. We broke the most tender of kisses about 4 minutes into the new year.
"I loved that" I said.
"Me too"
"Can we do it some more?"
"There is no ask, only do" Sam said in her best Yoda voice.
Laughing and kissing leads to open lips on both kisser and kissed. This allowed my tongue to gently wash over her teeth. She responded by tonguing me back. I sucked her tongue into my mouth with a suction that surprised even me. Sam and I tongue-fucked for several minutes, exploring the taste, sound, feel and smell of each others mouths. My hands were on her waist and I silently prayed they would behave themselves. They did, damn it.
"I need a break or a cold shower," I said as the kiss ended.
"Me too."
"I'm so glad you two are hitting it off," said Kari as she walked into the porch. "I just knew you two were made for each other."
"Well we do fit together nicely," I said. This got me punched lightly by both of these women.
"As I saw it, so far only one part fits together" Kari said with a leer.
I know I blushed and I looked in time to see Sam red also.
"I will have you know, I was a perfect gentleman," I said trying to take control of the situation.
"You were good, bordering on great but perfect remains to be seen...and felt," said Sam.
