Bonnie was a longtime family friend, growing up next door to my Dad. She was just a couple years younger than he was but had always been close from the time that they were kids, all the way up through school and was a bridesmaid when my Mom and Dad had gotten married. She stayed close to my family over the years, spending many days with me and my sister as we grew up, so it was a given that she would be invited to my graduation party.
Since we had a small farm, there was plenty of room to have a small party outside with a nice bonfire, lots of food and a keg of beer, and being that this was back in the early 80's, it was legal for us 18-year-old young adults to drink beer, at least in my state. We also had a few tents set up with sleeping bags just in case anyone was too drunk to drive after the party.
I was especially happy that Bonnie had been able to come because it was looking like she was not going to make it. She and her husband had just split up and was going through a pretty rough time because of it. I remember her coming over to our house just a few days prior to my party and seeing her crying while talking to my Dad and Mom, really just broke my heart for her. She had found her husband, Bud, in bed with another woman, and it had pretty much destroyed her.
I could not understand it, either, because Bonnie was amazing, at age 35, and one of the nicest women I have ever met in my life. She was not what most would consider hot or gorgeous, being kind of a plain Jane of sorts. She never wore a lot of makeup, and kept her poker straight, brown hair, at shoulder length. She was a little soft around the middle after having two kids, but still had a nice curvy figure. Maybe she did not fit the description of what most would find beautiful, but I sure thought she was.
The day of the party came, and it was a blast. Everyone had a great time, including Bonnie, but as the evening wore down and people started to filter off and leave, there was just Bonnie and I left, sitting there on a bench, at the fire, talking and sharing stories. Bonnie had gotten quiet after a little and I looked over at her as she stared into the fire. I then noticed that she was trying desperately to keep from crying, but the tears the welled up in her eyes and start to fall down her cheeks, she was failing.
I knew in my heart what was wrong, but as a dumb 18-year-old, I asked anyway, "Bonnie, are you okay? I'm sorry if I said anything that may have brought back any painful memories for you."
Bonnie looked at me, wiped her tears away, smiled and said, "Ah, it's nothing you said, Ricky. You are such a sweet young man for caring though. I was just remembering how Bud used to be nice and charming like you. Whatever you do, do not ever change being that way, especially to your girl. If you find a time where you do not appreciate her anymore, just be honest, okay?"
I nodded with a smile and said, "Well, I promise when the time comes that I get married, I will always be just that to my girl, especially if she is as sweet and pretty as you are."
Bonnie laughed and said, "You're such a sweetheart and flattery will get you everywhere."
She paused after saying that, as we just shot glances at one another, grinning, and not saying a word for a few moments. I did not have much experience with women, but after Bonnie said that I had the feeling that something was about to happen. I really began to see Bonnie in a new light, too. I could not help but start to think of her as more than just our family friend, but as an incredibly attractive and sexy woman.
It may have been the beer talking, but to be honest, I had only drunk about 5 cups, and that was spread out over the entire night, so I had a nice, pleasant buzz going and that was it. The buzz I was feeling now, seemed to compound though, as my desire for Bonnie traveled through my entire body, especially in my groin area.
I glanced over at Bonnie again, and she was looking up at the stars, but still had a grin on her face as if she were thinking about something. My mind began to race as I wondered if she felt what I was feeling in that moment, the feeling of desire, the feeling of wanting to be closer to the person next to you and forget any age difference between you.
I felt that familiar surge begin to happen inside my shorts as I leaned back and looked up at the stars with Bonnie. I was getting more and more turned on just sitting there, with only a foot of space between us on that bench. I was looking at the sky, but my mind was looking at her, trying to peer into her soul to see if she was feeling the same energy that I was.
That question was answered in the next moment when Bonnie said to me, "Would you like to kiss me?"
My head turned like a shot to her as my eyes grew wide. Bonnie was smiling and looking at me, waiting for me to respond to her. I felt the nervousness begin to take over and you would have thought that I had never kissed a girl before. I had kissed quite a few girls through my high school years, but I had never kissed a woman. A real woman like Bonnie.
"Yes, I would love to kiss you," my mouth just said as if it had a mind of its own.
Bonnie smiled even more, then leaned towards me. I moved closer to her and leaned in to meet her, as our lips touched, sending waves of electrical impulses shooting all through me. Her mouth opened just slightly as we softly explored one another's lips. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, to meet my own, and start a slow erotic dance as our kiss deepened and grew more passionate.
I had never felt the intense energy, that I was experiencing at that moment from a kiss before, and that energy shot right to my crotch, as my cock grew quickly to its full mast, pushing hard against the inside of my shorts and underwear. I wrapped my arms around Bonnie and pulled her closer, our kissing becoming even more intense, almost to the point of unadulterated hunger.
I wanted to touch her in intimate places, but there was a small bit of apprehension in the back of my mind. I did not want to do something that might make her want to stop, something that might make her regret kissing me. Again, it was if she had a window inside my mind because in the next instant, I felt her hand travel down the front of me and come to rest on my throbbing erection.
Bonnie squeezed my flesh through my shorts, let out a slight moan, and kissed me even harder for several moments, then pulled back, looking at me with half closed eyes and said to me, "Ricky, which tent are you sleeping in?"