Beverly had always captivated my attention, back to my early high school days. 5'1" tall with wavy shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, full bodied but not overweight, and amazing dimples. When she would visit my mom, I would find ways to be in the room so I could see her. In her early 40s then, and an avid gardener, she often wore tank tops. I am sure she thought them unflattering, but I remember vividly how her firm breasts appeared in those informal clothes, the slight outline of her nipples pushing through the fabric. When the house was well air conditioned, they were particularly evident. I am sure to the point where she was aware, and perhaps embarrassed.
My attraction to Beverly continued throughout high school, though as I grew into my full 6'3", 205 pound frame. I began excelling in sports and found other distractions. Regardless, I would still seek every opportunity I could to stare at Beverly, and occasionally, to stir up the courage to talk with her. I came to tower her 5'1" frame, something she would often comment on when remarking how big I had become.
She started to notice my attraction by my junior year, and it amazed me that it had taken so long, given my complete lack of subtlety. I think she found it humorous at first. By by the time I was 18, if I were in a room with her for more than a few minutes, it would bring me to full arousal, which as I grew all around, was a difficult thing to hide. I remember one time vividly my senior year, when my mother had left the room, and I was sitting at the table still talking with Beverly, and her glance cast down at my midsection. It had been school photo day, which required khaki pants, and my 9 1/2" cock was fully erect down my left pant leg, leaving what had to be an unmistakable bulge. She looked down at the imprint for three or four seconds, moving her gaze away once, only to return again. Her jaw dropped visibly and she then looked away decisively, blushing.
From that moment, and for the remainder of my senior year, Beverly and I began an odd and confusing flirtation. Whenever we had a moment alone, she would do one of two things: Either comment about my body, or if she were seemingly feeling particularly bold, find opportunities to touch me.
A typical example of the former was, "Mike, are you ever going to stop growing? I was thinking about your size compared to my husband and you dwarf him! It's almost a comical comparison."
Or if she were feeling more frisky, she would occasionally put her palm on my thigh as she told me some story, moving it up until she lingered in the area of the head of my erect cock. By that point, she consistently lost her cool and looked down to see just how little up my thigh her palm made it before approaching my erection. I swear to this day that her reaction each and every time was the same slightly dropped jaw.
My favorite time was when my my mom stepped out for 15 minutes to speak to a contractor, leaving Beverly and I alone in the kitchen for an extended time. I was fixing a sandwich, and she walked over to the counter by me. She was clearly without a bra that day, as her nipples made a clear imprint beneath her red tank top.
She began to massage my shoulders. She kept them there for a couple of minutes, occasionally allowing her hands to trace downward on my back, or across my hard triceps.
You must be lifting constantly, Mike! But you do understand that's not how you make a sandwich, right?" Beverly asked, as she quickly slid her short frame in between myself and the counter.
She took the knife slowly from my hand, and began to spread the mayonnaise herself, as she backed herself slowly into me. Suddenly her behind made contact with my full erection and she stopped.
She looked back at me, allowing my cock to continue to make soft contact with her backside. I pushed myself gently into her, and she let out a whimper. And then we heard my mom's footsteps coming back into the room, and she quickly and embarrassingly broke contact. I have never seen a woman so flustered as she sat down.
"Are you all right, Beverly? You look out of breath." my mom asked.
"Yes, yes. I just remembered something I have to do for Simon, though. I need to go." Beverly said as she quickly left the house, looking back at me ever so briefly.
Needless to say, this was all very exciting, but equally frustrating for me. Every time these flirtations happened it was during brief periods where my mother had stepped out of the room. Each one seemed to test the limits more, leading me to believe she wanted me to take the first step. Beverly's husband Simon was no more than 5'4", and my only experience with him was when he pulled into his driveway at night, rushing hurriedly from his car to his house, avoiding eye contact with me the entire time.
One afternoon I was finally was able to summon the courage to take it to the next step with Beverly. My mom had left the room again, to take a call, leaving the two of us together. Beverly allowed her leg to graze against mine, which she knew by then would have a predictable response. Her eyes fell down to my belt line, where my cock was pressing hard against my shorts.
"Why does she leave us alone like this?" she asked, as she artificially laughed with a wink, softly but briefly patting my knee.
I grasped her hand suddenly, which I had never done before. She pulled back at first, but then allowed me to keep my large palm over her hand, looking quizzically up at me. I then pulled her fingers several inches up my leg, until she was covering the first three inches of my now pulsing erection.
Beverly's reaction was pure disgust. She loudly exclaimed "What in the world do you think you are doing?" and withdrew her hand quickly. She looked absolutely furious.
"We will never speak of this again, do you understand me?" She was even more red faced than before.
I was mortified, and that marked the last time I spoke to her for a year.
I thought less and less of her throughout the rest of high school, and upon graduation, I went to Michigan State on a track scholarship, and looked forward to a world with women who were different than the girls in high school.
College did prove much more broadening in that regard, and I found the girls there much more adventurous. In my first several weeks, a sprinter with an amazingly tight body took an interest in me. Kelly was from California, and was more experienced than me. We took it reasonably slow at first, kissing, dating, and little more.
But after two months, both of our attractions had become worked up and we were primed for more.
It came on and evening in October, following a school bonfire. Both of us had drank too much, and had retreated to her room after 1 am, thinking we would fool around lightly and go to bed. But as we kissed on her bed, and our clothes rapidly came off, it became apparent that we were both ready for much more that night.
After pulling her panties down, Kelly opened her legs reflexively to me and she said "You need to put on a condom."
I was so excited as I pulled the Magnum condom from my wallet, making sure that Kelly saw the label as I opened it. Her look of pure attraction changed slightly as she saw me wrapping it over my thick shaft, and rolling it down as far as it would go.
She giggled nervously and said, "You know that is not normal sized. You are going to have to be very gentle with it."
I thought her comment was all a part of the sexual dance as I positioned myself between her legs, and pushed my head inside of her. She instantly winced.
"Mike, stop! Hold on, pull out a little." I thought she was kidding, but I pulled out until only 4-5 inches were inside of her.
"That is much better!" Kelly said, as she put her hand around my neck, "Don't go much deeper than that."
I began pushing half of my length slowly in and out of her, which caused Kelly to moan. After several minutes, I had almost six inches inside of her and her hips were bucking gently toward me.
She began whispering in my ear as she panted. "You are so fucking big, Mike. I love how thick you are. Don't stop!"
This pushed me over the top, and I thrusted almost fully inside of her. Her moan quickly turned into a loud yelp, and she pulled herself off me, leaving my glistening erection outside of her.
"This isn't going to work, Mike. I think I'm not relaxed enough to take that and it doesn't feel good when you lose control like that. I am sorry."
Kelly leaned over and placed her hand on my shaft, and began to roll the condom up. At first, I thought she was going to let me enter her again, but she began perfunctorily stroking my cock as she kissed me. As close to the edge as I was before that point, even her extremely half-hearted efforts were enough to bring me to the brink of orgasm.
I cupped her small, but firm A-cup breast in my hand as she worked her hand hard up and down, forcing me to unexpectedly ejaculate hard against her midsection. I came for what felt like 15 seconds, as my cock shot several strands against her, one reaching as high as her left breast. I was proud of myself because I knew this was a lot compared to most men, and thought women enjoyed this, from the few porn movies I had watched.
"Ewww. Couldn't you have warned me? It so much, and it's all over me!" Kell was not pleased at all as she got up, and grabbed tissue after tissue to clean it up, looking back at me somewhat angrily.
It was a disappointing night, and it marked the end of a once seemingly promising relationship.
