Just as I always do, I sat down at my desk after dinner and logged on to my personal e-mail account. I had been separated from my wife now for about 6 months, and the divorce was taking forever to get done. And, after living on my own for a couple of months, I had decided to start dating again. So, I was on three different on line dating sites, two that were "vanilla" and one that was very much adult oriented. My nightly routine was to see if I had any e-mail from someone on the sites, then go to them and see if there was anyone new or interesting that I would want to meet.
Tonight there was an e-mail from the adult site, something that I had found to be a rare occurrence indeed. It was an e-mail from a woman, and all it said was "I know who you are, and I will be in town next week for a conference. Let's get together."
Of course, I was intrigued. I had posted a couple of my pictures on the site. And, unlike many there, I showed my face, as well as a nude photograph. So it was very believable that someone really did know me. There was only one way to find out. I logged on to the sight and looked up the person who had contacted me.
The profile wasn't particularly helpful. There was a picture of a woman with her back turned to the camera. She had long brown hair, and was in a bikini which revealed nice legs and a firm butt. That was the only picture, no face. The profile indicated she was in her 40's. She lived in eastern Ohio and was looking for a long term relationship. Not exactly the type of profile I would be drawn to, since my goals, at least on that site, were far more focused on getting laid.
But she said she knew me. I had been born and raised near where she was now living, and had gone to college in Ohio. Maybe she really did know me. And besides, she did have nice legs and a cute butt. So I e-mailed her back. It was a short e-mail, along the lines of "Hi, thanks for writing, how do you know me?"
Within a half hour, I had a reply. She told me she knew my name (and she got it right), she had known me for a long time, and that she and I had had teenage sex. And she described the house where I grew up to a T. So, she did know me.
I went through the girls that I had had sex with in my hometown during high school. I was a relatively late bloomer, and had really only dated three or four girls throughout high school. And back then (the late 1960's) girls didn't just have sex with the guy they were dating. There was no pill, and we were all taught to save it for marriage. But that didn't stop us from fooling around. Heck, we started out (at least the guys did) jerking off in front of our pals, and as we got older, we would date and make out with our girl friends in the drive in. I still remember the first time I touched a girl's nipple with my fingers and the first time I put my hand under her mini skirt and touched her panty clad pussy. So this has to be easy. I mean, there were only so many girls I had had sex with as an 18 year old. In fact, I knew there were only two.
First there was Laverne. We had been each other's first dates, starting in 8th grade. And we went out off and on for the next 4 years. We had sex in the back of my family's station wagon the summer after graduation while at the drive in. Heck, I even remember the movie, Jesus Christ Superstar. But this couldn't be who had written to me. Laverne was blonde. And she wasn't as tall as this girl, at least according to her picture. But it was sure fun remembering that night, when we went all the way. I still remember how easy it had been to convince her that we go into the back and put the seat down. How we kissed, with our tongues intertwined, while I groped her breast through her cotton shirt. I remember how surprised I was that she wasn't wearing a bra, although thinking back, it was the era of "burning your bra". As I sat there, I could almost feel how her nipple hardened under my touch, and how she pushed me down on the car floor and straddled me while I struggled to unbutton her top and finally get to see those wonderful titties. Her nipples were very lightly colored, almost pink, and they were hard and erect. She began grinding down on my hard cock, straining through my jeans, and I ran my hands down her chest, across her flat tummy, and then began to undo the buttons on her shorts. I must have been too slow, because Laverne pushed them away, yanked off her blouse, and undid her shorts while sitting up on her knees so she could begin to slip them off. I unbuttoned my shirt as I stared at her wondrous boobs, then I crushed her to my face and began licking and sucking those nipples for all I was worth. She kept trying to undo my belt, and finally pushed me away so she could finish and unzip me. She yanked down those jeans, and my hardness was outlined in my white underwear (remember, this was in 1969). She moved her head down and kissed my throbbing cock through the cotton. And my hand was moving inside her pussy, moving fast and hard. Hell, I was 18. What did I know about taking it slow and making her feel good. And she didn't seem to mind. She pulled off my underwear, and immediately positioned herself so that I could enter her cowboy style. She slowly lowered herself onto me, and that was the first time I had ever been inside a warm, moist pussy. And, I am embarrassed to say, I came in less than 30 seconds. We hurriedly cleaned up and redressed. The drive in is still fairly public. And back then, neither of us knew how wonderful long slow lovemaking could be or really how to please each other fully.
But it wasn't Laverne. Ok, was it Marilyn? Marilyn had been going out with my best friend in high school. But they broke up after graduation and before we all went off to college. We had hooked up the summer between freshman and sophomore years in college, and it had been pretty torrid for those two months. I still remember me coming to her house one night after work at my summer job. Her parents weren't home, and she met me at the door wearing only her panties. Instead of using her single bed, we retired to her parent's room and used their queen size. Once again, it was rushed. I stripped, she lay down, I pulled off her panties, and was instantly inside her. We moved together fast and furious, hoping to finish before her parents came home. I was fascinated watching her tits juggle as I thrust into her. And once again, my orgasm took precedence. We couldn't have been in her parent's bed more than 15 minutes.
But Marilyn had black hair. So it wasn't her. Who the heck was this?