Okie-doke. Here is another one of my true stories about past loves or sexual experiences. I still get private e-mails from readers who doubt what I say is true. That's okay. I know they are true and it's somewhat therapeutic for me to write these things here in this forum. My wife and I have talked at length about my wide and wild sexual past and she knows that while I did have a lot of fun, I do have a great many regrets as I toyed with many a young ladies feelings just to quench my own sexual thirst. Writing about them seems to help my guilty conscious.
But not all of my sexual conquests or "counting coup" as I called it, simply dealt with getting my ashes hauled. I actually had feelings for some of the women I have had in my life. This story about Ann Christopher (last name changed) is one of those women with whom I did have feelings, and probably still do to some extent.
As with my other stories, if you are looking for hardcore porn you've come to the wrong writer/story. Yep, sex is here, but it's not every other word.
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One of my all-time favorite movie lines comes from the John Wayne movie, "The Cowboys". The great black actor, Roscoe Browne (what a wonderful voice he had) and actor A. Martinez were visiting a wagon that had some "soiled doves" bathing and doing laundry. The madam, actress Colleen Dewhurst, asked Martinez's character if he would like to spend a dollar and get laid. To make a long story short, it was determined both men would pass. But Ms. Dewhurst said to the young man (Martinez) that "the first time ought to be in the back of a carriage with someone you think you love". Oh, she was a sexy woman and her gravelly voice sent chills down my back the first time I heard her. Her portrayal of the older madam was the epitome of why I like older women.
The madam in that movie was right. The first time you have sex ought to be with someone you are in love with, or at least think you love. Good or bad, a young man or woman's first experience in intercourse should be fun, romantic and unforgettable. And if it occurs in the backseat of a car or carriage, that's fine too.
I had got my driver's license in 1971 and immediately set about exploring the regions of various girls' bodies in the back seat of my white four-door 1964 Chevrolet Impala. Try as I might, I had no luck in losing my male cherry in the back seat of my "carriage". Then I started dating Krena. She was the same age as me but was a grade behind. Krena was buxom and full-figured. I never liked skinny girls/women and Krena was pretty much how I liked them. Some use the term "full-figured" while others say "corn-fed". I like "Rubenesque"; still curvy with lots of cushion and no chance of getting cut by a thigh bone.
Krena and I played around a lot in the backseat of my old Chevy. She agreed we would have sex but she did not want to do it in the backseat of a car. She had already lost her virginity and it had happened in a car and she did not want to do it that way again. She wanted to "do it" in a real bed. Well, that was okay by me!
Krena and I "did it" only one time, in her bedroom in the middle of the day while skipping high school. We snuck off the school grounds in my car during lunch and drove to her house. I'm not sure the car had stopped moving before I was out and in her house heading to her bedroom. I may have even banged my erection on the steering wheel as I jumped out. Man, I was cocked and ready!
I remember Krena and I giggling as we stripped out of our clothes and hopped into her bed, crawling under the covers and snuggling as we kissed and stroked each other. I crawled on top of her and started stabbing my cock into her. The trouble was I wasn't hitting her pussy! I was so excited (and inexperienced) I was trying to drill my own hole into her pubic region. Gawd but I was a klutz! Krena reached down and grabbed my cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. I could feel the warm wetness as my sensitive cockhead felt the softness of her vulva lips. As the rapture of that feeling ran up the shaft of my cock and down my spine, I entered her pussy, sinking to the bottom with little resistance. And I came. Yep, right then on my first stroke into a warm pussy I came. Oh the shame! Oh the embarrassment! Oh the humanity!
I didn't know what to do. So I pulled out, jumped off of her and out of the bed. I stood there staring down at her in disbelief. And Krena did the only thing a girl could do in this kind of situation, cry. Crap....now what do I do.
What I did was I got dressed and left. Oh, I tried to comfort her but I sucked at it. So I made my excuses and left. My first time had been a disaster and I wanted to run away and hide, maybe become a hermit and never show my face to the public again. As I was driving back to school, I knew everyone was looking at me, pointing a finger and laughing. Instead of going to school I went home and went to bed, telling my mom I was sick.
I'm sure my story is not all that uncommon among men. I'm just able to admit that my first time was not my moment of shining sexual glory. I told an older friend of my experience and he gave me some sage advice I have lived by since; learn sexual restraint techniques and always put the pleasure of the woman before your own. Once I learned this, my sexual experiences improved 1000%!
Shortly after this I began my relationship with Shirley East, an older black woman I worked with at the airport (see my other story "Her Name was Shirley"). While we never fucked or made love, we had a wonderful time together for about three months and she taught me many things on how to please a woman out of the bedroom. You know, give flowers, kind words, compliments, things a gentleman should do for his lady. I am forever grateful for her guidance as it benefitted me many, many times over the past 40 years. Even though we never had sex, she helped me advance my sexual skills none-the-less.
In 1976, I met another older woman named Ann. She was white, 43 years old and a widow. She had short black hair with sparse streaks of silver, cut in a "Page Boy" or "Dorothy Hamill" style, brown eyes and a very pretty oval face. She was somewhat elegant without being snooty, and had a refined demeanor. Body wise she was about average; nothing spectacular, other than her height as she was 5'11". Her father had been a state law enforcement officer and she had an 8x10 photograph of him shaking hands with President John F. Kennedy when he was still a US Senator and came to Oklahoma for a visit in 1960 while campaigning for the presidency. She would later give that photograph to me and I have it to this day.
Ann and I met at a local gathering for tall people. It was an informal club called the "Tip-Toppers" and was for men over 6'2" (I'm almost 6'4") and ladies over 5'10". They met once a month at various restaurants around the city. I had been invited by a friend to join and I thought "What the heck. I have to eat".
It was my first time at the meeting and Ann's second or third and we sat next to each other during the meal. We hit it off immediately and soon it was as if we were there alone on a date and everyone else around us was mere noise makers in a busy restaurant. I'm a "toucher" and while talking or laughing I will reach out and briefly touch a shoulder or a hand. At one point, I had said something funny and as we both laughed I put my hand on top of hers. But before I could remove it, her other hand came and rested on top of mine. As our laughter died down to smiles, our eyes locked. I can still see the twinkle of joy that shone in her eyes as the warmth of her hand on mine warmed my soul. We connected at that moment. We had a wonderful hour or so together at the dinner and it seemed like we had known each other all our lives.
As the club meeting began to break up, Ann and I lingered for a bit at the table, much to the waiter's chagrin, I'm sure. We obviously did not want the fun evening to end.
"I like you Rick. You're a very funny and interesting guy. It's a shame I'm old enough to be your mother", Ann said as she lightly rubbed the top of my hand.
"Well, I like you too, Ann, and I think you are an absolute peach. And listen, age means nothing to me. If someone makes you happy, then go with it. Life is way too short to discriminate over something so trivial".
"Peach" is a word I use a lot. I like it. Most women seem to like being called "peach". I don't know why. And what I said was true, she was a peach and life was/is too short to get all hung up on race, or creed or religion or whatever.
