Your sexual story, a chapter at a time

[Mike130]

Have you ever thought about writing a story of your sexual past? Maybe there are partners in your past that you’ve had a sexual or deeply emotional connection that you really can’t share with your current partner, but you remember fondly. Maybe Literotica is the place you can reminisce.

For older members, the 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s were a time of sexual liberation and exploration. I was pretty shy and awkward myself, but I managed some memorable sexual conquests. But I was also immature and screwed up my share of relationships too. Sometimes you wonder what it would be like if you had a do-over.

Anyways, I’ll start, there are a handful of memorable lovers I’ve had over the years. This is one chapter.

 

[Mike130]

Francine M., 1970’s, Southern Connecticut. I was 24 years old, she was 28. She had an apartment, I had just graduated college and was living with my parents. I was working my first job.

Met her at a dance bar. She was with another girl, blonde and beautiful. Francine was tall, about 5’10”, voluptuous curves, statuesque. Long dark hair. Not beautiful in the classic sense, but still very pretty and a great personality. Went out on a few dates and finally got to make love to her. I was still quite naive at the time, and she was a wilder older (by 4 years) woman. So sexy that one time, I came to her apartment and didn’t even make it to the bedroom, just fucked her on the floor of her living room. She had a great ass and tits that were big enough to flop onto her arms when she was on her back (but they were still pretty firm). She performed analingus on me once, we did anal a few times. She even suggested swapping, but as I mentioned, i was pretty naive at the time. Sex was wonderful, she was great to talk to, fantastic personality. And a world traveler. But I was still pretty immature in my 20’s.

Anyways, we dated for about 5 years, she got me to move out of my parents house and into my own apartment but she finally got tired of my reluctance to commit and broke up with me. Entirely my fault. A few years later, I heard she married a millionaire with a yacht and moved to California. Seems like she had a happy life, I’m glad for her.

Kinda wish I had a do-over though…

 

[lit_ch3]

I love these little stories. Started a thread with the same goal:

Things you've done...

Turned out to be more for my pleasure than anyone else's I think. But I love this concept, and the little adventures folks post.

 

[Mike130]

Sorry, I didn’t know. It was tough choosing a title, and when I looked for similar threads I guess my title was too different to result in a match. I’ll check out that thread also. Thanks!

 

[StrongMaster7]

Overseas - mid70s - She fancied herself a 'free-love-hippie' with an open mind, but was actually a neurotic, jealous, possessive, immature gal with delusions of grandeur. And kind of a split personality. Half the time she was pleasant, loving, intelligent and wanted sex as much as I did. Great. The other half of the time she was a shrew, a nag, controlling, mega-jealous. Not great.

But she was attractive and busty.

Sex was plentiful, if not adventurous. No oral or anal. But at the time, I felt like I was lucky to be getting it.

 

[Mike130]

Overseas - mid70s - She fancied herself a 'free-love-hippie' with an open mind, but was actually a neurotic, jealous, possessive, immature gal with delusions of grandeur. And kind of a split personality. Half the time she was pleasant, loving, intelligent and wanted sex as much as I did. Great. The other half of the time she was a shrew, a nag, controlling, mega-jealous. Not great.

But she was attractive and busty.

Sex was plentiful, if not adventurous. No oral or anal. But at the time, I felt like I was lucky to be getting it.

Had a few nut cases myself, but as with you, felt lucky to have sex with an attractive girl.

 

[lit_ch3]

Sorry, I didn’t know. It was tough choosing a title, and when I looked for similar threads I guess my title was too different to result in a match. I’ll check out that thread also. Thanks!

No need to apologize at all! Like I said, I love these kinds of threads and posts. Typically they do more for me (wink) than just pics. Real folks, real stories. Hope you get a bunch.

 

[gtnlynn]

And I've heard a couple of them. Give some thought to sharing?

I'm sure she will share more

 

[enbiji]

It was one one of those moments, when she looked in my eyes
She parted her lips and I parted my thighs
My first sapphic taste, and I lost all control
Seduced by a beauty who drank from my soul

Just one silly tryst, really shouldn't have mattered
But that was the moment my certainty shattered
The love of a woman, or love of a man
I've spent my whole life trying to find who I am

 

[haventdonethat]

Masturbation 101

A GF for a brief time, early 80’s, I was late 20’s, she was a couple years younger. It was a lust at first sight relationship.

We were lying in bed; she was almost on her side, tucked under my right arm, leaning on my chest, face very close. I was flat on my back, head on a pillow, rock hard with her stroking me slowly. When I moaned about it feeling so good she stopped and let go. Very quietly she asked “what does it feel like when you touch yourself”. I knew right away she wanted to watch me jerk off which she had claimed previously to have never seen before.

I showed her everything I could think of and explained what I was doing as I was doing it. Tugging my balls (they were loose because of the heat), rubbing my knob in a circular fashion, and stopping to stare at how hard I was when holding myself straight up. And of course my own method of ejaculation control, strokes slowing more and more as my orgasm approached threshold limit of no return.

She dipped one hand between her legs and said “am I ever wet”. I asked for a taste so she dipped again and offered two fingers to my mouth. Looking her in the eyes, I used my tongue to clean her juice off. I commented on her taste and said she should try some. She hesitated but did dip her fingers again then raised them to her mouth to lick them clean.

I had slowed down my stroking but was ready to blow, I knew it would be a good one but still did not expect what shot out. The first rope hit me from chin to forehead, some into my hair and then the headboard behind us. Not expecting so much, she flinched a bit and the next ropes again hit my cheek and her forehead, a couple drops landing on her shoulder. Then a few more spurts on my abdomen, plus lots on my hand and limp cock.

I licked my fingers clean as she watched and rubbed her clit.

She said that show changed her mind about guys jerking, it was a lot more than just beating off.

BTW . . . she was the wettest woman I had ever been with up to that time. She would gush juice out when riding me cowgirl and grinding her clit on my pubic bone. If I had known what I do now, I could have gotten some fantastic squirts from her.

 

[Mike130]

Karyn J., Boston, 1970’s Was still in college on a work/study program. 3 months school, 3 months work. Year round. Many nursing schools in Boston and I hooked up with a cute nursing student, about 5’3”, long dark straight hair, nice tits, never wore a bra, plump ass. Kind of a hippie Allie McGraw look. Fell for this one hard. We were always fucking. In one 24 hour period we fucked 7 times. Kinda like Gary and Lynn above, but it wasn’t our honeymoon.

She was the first girl that talked dirty to me. “Feed me your cock! I want to milk you dry!” Stuff like that.

Anyway, she had another suitor also, and eventually left me for him. It was an intense romance, but only lasted a semester.

She eventually married and moved to New Jersey.

 

[haventdonethat]

One time when wife and I were in a 69, I was propped on a couple pillows, in between flat on my back and sitting up. Wife was on top but her ass was high in the air because of my position.
We were in the groove, really going at it, lots of moans from her, she liked getting her clit sucked and licked.
My tongue wandered up from her clit to . . . nothing. Her labia were wide open and my tongue was lost in the space.
I turned on the bedside lamp to have a closer look. There was a small natural gape so I inserted a finger of each hand to spread her open.
The sight was astonishing. Wonderful shades of pink and purple greeted me, all glistening wetly in the dim light. I could see inside her cunt! And not just a little, I could see in about 5 inches to her cervix
I almost yelled “it’s fantastic” to her question of “what do you see”. She was still stroking me as she asked and I exploded in a mind bending orgasm. My cum shot over her head and landed on her back.
From experiences like this, we believed that she was at her “maximum wide open” when her ass was high in the air with her shoulders flat on the sheets.

 

[live4thebj]

That would be an interesting project. Not sure how much of a turn on it would be. And what category would I put it under?

 

[Mike130]

Jeannie G. Southern Connecticut, 1970’s. Just getting over my relationship with Karyn. Jeannie was pretty wild in high school and I heard she had done some BBC’s, which was intriguing. She was a redhead with nice dick sucking lips, short, but huge tits for her frame.

Anyway, took her to a drive-in and she was the first girl that ever swallowed my cum. Got to fuck her a lot, but had to return to college so the relationship only lasted a few months.

I had heard she eventually moved to Maine.

 

[Mike130]

One time when wife and I were in a 69, I was propped on a couple pillows, in between flat on my back and sitting up. Wife was on top but her ass was high in the air because of my position.
We were in the groove, really going at it, lots of moans from her, she liked getting her clit sucked and licked.
My tongue wandered up from her clit to . . . nothing. Her labia were wide open and my tongue was lost in the space.
I turned on the bedside lamp to have a closer look. There was a small natural gape so I inserted a finger of each hand to spread her open.
The sight was astonishing. Wonderful shades of pink and purple greeted me, all glistening wetly in the dim light. I could see inside her cunt! And not just a little, I could see in about 5 inches to her cervix
I almost yelled “it’s fantastic” to her question of “what do you see”. She was still stroking me as she asked and I exploded in a mind bending orgasm. My cum shot over her head and landed on her back.
From experiences like this, we believed that she was at her “maximum wide open” when her ass was high in the air with her shoulders flat on the sheets.

Awesome! Like when Howard Carter discovered King Tut’s tomb. He drilled a small hole in the door and they asked him “What do you see?” And he replied “Wonderful things!”.

think I would rather see what you saw, TBH.

 

[haventdonethat]

I was between wives. FWB was a sexual dynamo, tiny body, maybe mid 40’s??, divorced and looking for a sugar daddy. Very, very experienced.

I had stopped at FWB place early on a hot Sunday morning and she made us coffee in her small kitchen. Having just been woken up she was only wearing a short robe that barely covered her ass cheeks.
After a cup of coffee with a large shot of Baileys she started talking about sex and how she liked that I was open about some things including anal (she herself was a self confessed anal junkie).
Getting up for more coffee I noticed her hand was between her legs under her robe and there wasn’t any problem seeing it moving up and down.
Before sitting I nonchalantly undid the robe drawstring and flipped it open, revealing her bald cunt and index finger beating a rapid tattoo on her distended clit.
A few minutes of watching and she asked if I could join her in “getting off”. My shorts and T were gone in a flash and my rock hard cock was sticking out in her direction.
After one small orgasm she had a big one and said there was only one left and for me to cum now. I stood and jerked quickly shooting about five good ropes all over her face as she had her last O.

Memories of her sounds . . .
that finger slapping wetly on her clit,
“unnnh”, “unnnh”, “unnnh” every time a rope of cum landed on her face,
then a wet slurp as she used her tongue to gather some cum from the corner of her mouth and swallow it.

She sat there with a small smile barely visible in all the cum so I took a few pics with my phone.
She wiped her face with a towel and had more coffee.
We would only be together a couple more times before she tired of me LOL!
Wish I still had the pictures.

 

[Mike130]

I was between wives. FWB was a sexual dynamo, tiny body, maybe mid 40’s??, divorced and looking for a sugar daddy. Very, very experienced.

I had stopped at FWB place early on a hot Sunday morning and she made us coffee in her small kitchen. Having just been woken up she was only wearing a short robe that barely covered her ass cheeks.
After a cup of coffee with a large shot of Baileys she started talking about sex and how she liked that I was open about some things including anal (she herself was a self confessed anal junkie).
Getting up for more coffee I noticed her hand was between her legs under her robe and there wasn’t any problem seeing it moving up and down.
Before sitting I nonchalantly undid the robe drawstring and flipped it open, revealing her bald cunt and index finger beating a rapid tattoo on her distended clit.
A few minutes of watching and she asked if I could join her in “getting off”. My shorts and T were gone in a flash and my rock hard cock was sticking out in her direction.
After one small orgasm she had a big one and said there was only one left and for me to cum now. I stood and jerked quickly shooting about five good ropes all over her face as she had her last O.

Memories of her sounds . . .
that finger slapping wetly on her clit,
“unnnh”, “unnnh”, “unnnh” every time a rope of cum landed on her face,
then a wet slurp as she used her tongue to gather some cum from the corner of her mouth and swallow it.

She sat there with a small smile barely visible in all the cum so I took a few pics with my phone.
She wiped her face with a towel and had more coffee.
We would only be together a couple more times before she tired of me LOL!
Wish I still had the pictures.

A keeper, except for the sugar daddy part…

 

[haventdonethat]

A keeper, except for the sugar daddy part…

She was looking for someone to take care of her, something permanent. At that time, I wasn't. After dating for a couple of months we both moved on.

Forgot to mention in the post, she let me have all three holes on our first date. It was only after we split that it dawned on me that in all our sexual times I never came in her pussy. It was always on her face or up her ass.

 

[Mike130]

She was looking for someone to take care of her, something permanent. At that time, I wasn't. After dating for a couple of months we both moved on.

Forgot to mention in the post, she let me have all three holes on our first date. It was only after we split that it dawned on me that in all our sexual times I never came in her pussy. It was always on her face or up her ass.

That is so cool, getting all three holes on a first date. A trifecta!

Some of my girlfriends were also looking for a commitment, but in my 20’s and early 30’s I really wasn’t ready or emotionally mature enough for that. I still struggled a bit after dating my future wife for almost 5 years, but that turned out to be the right decision, I got all the wildness out of my system.

 

[Mike130]

Lynne K. Connecticut, 1970’s.

A friend of mine from work fixed me up with Lynne, she was a nurse, and my friend said that he had fixed her up with his brother and she had given him a toothy blowjob. The first date was a double date with my friend and his married girlfriend. I really wasn’t expecting much. But the plan was dinner and a motel!

When we met at the restaurant I was shocked. Lynne was a gorgeous brunette with medium length hair and blue eyes. She had a Slavic ancestry but almost looked Japanese. Very small tits but a perfect ass and legs.

Anyways, we had dinner, then went to the hotel. One king sized bed. My friend started fucking his married girlfriend in front of us, so we had little choice but to have our own fun. We didn’t swap or anything, but fucked next to each other in the same bed! A lot of laughing also to help with the nervousness. Never had a first date like that before or after.

Anyways, Lynne and I went out for several years after that until she said she wanted a ring. Again, I was in my 20’s and not thinking of marriage so we eventually broke up.

She ended up marrying a guy in Kansas City and had a kid, but that wasn’t the end of the story. We contacted each other and she had gotten a divorce. She came to my apartment, with the infant and ended up giving me a blow job while the infant was sleeping!

She married one or two times after that and last time I checked, she was back in Connecticut.

Think I dodged a bullit on that one.

 

[sftopbottom]

I was in the military, recently single, and began to socialize a lot with shipmates while our ship was in port.

A buddy invited me to his place for dinner and drinks. It was a great time, getting to know people’s significant others, and seeing people with their guards down.

I especially enjoyed meeting my buddy’s wife, Renee. She had been in the military, but got kicked out when she was, “caught with her head between a female officer’s legs.”

After many, many shots of tequila, I seemed to be the only guest left. Renee and I were chatting quietly on the couch. My buddy had gone upstairs.

At my urging she told me more about the affair she had with the female officer, and others. She said it was nice having an open marriage. I alluded to my bisexuality. She smiled. It was nice to meet someone so sexually open minded.

Later, while underway in the Caribbean, my buddy admitted that his wife had a crush on me. He wanted to know if I would be open to sleeping with her.

Wow! I was like, “How would that even work?” He said he could arrange for me to visit her while he was on duty, guarding the ship at night.

I agreed. After all, we had been drinking at a tiki bar, in Barbados. He was a good friend, tall, handsome, and funny.

We would share a room that night after bar hopping. In fact we often shared a bed when in ports overnight. It was a way to save money for drinks.

That night in Barbados, we lay in bed. Lights out. It was hot. I thought about his sexy and brilliant wife.

I asked him, “Why me?” and he said they both thought I was cute. They’d been talking about a threesome and both thought I was a good candidate.

He told me his wife mentioned my bisexuality. “Your secret is safe with me,” he said as he turned toward me in the dark.

I rolled toward him, searching his face in the pitch black room. His hand touched me, palm against my hairy chest. My heart beat wildly.

He pushed me gently onto my back. His lips found my ear. “I’ll never say a word. Trust me.” His breath felt so seductive. He pinched my nipple, softly pulling, while his lips made their way down my neck, to my collarbone, and onto my other nipple.

My hand instinctively cradled his head to my chest. He scooted closer, his knee sliding across my thighs. His lips found mine. Our crotches melded. I humped back at him while he ground his hardness against mine.

We made out and with our increased frottage, our cocks slipped free of our boxers.

Slick with sweat and precum, our healthy young dicks probed and explored, slid and rubbed, until he tensed, pinched my nipple hard, jammed his tongue further down my throat, and came a huge amount all over my crotch.

It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. He moved down and took my cum-slicked cock in both hands, scooping up cum from my belly and smearing it onto my very hard dick.

He knelt between my legs, jacking me with two hands, begging me to give him my cum. And boy did I! I blasted into the air, heard him say, “whoah !” and felt his mouth swallow my cock.

I pumped my jizz into my buddy’s swallowing mouth as he squeezed out every drop with his hands. I pretty much passed out after that, the smell of cum thick in my nostrils.

My crotch was a dried sticky mess the next morning. We awoke late, showered, and made it back to the ship just in time to set sail.

Weeks later, we were back in our home port and my buddy had night duty. As arranged, I made my way to see Renee.

She opened the door, gave me a big hug and a quick wet kiss, and shoved a drink into my hand.

We chatted for a while. She told me her husband said my cum tastes good and kissed me deeply. We danced slowly, kissing and running hands over each other’s bodies.

Renee kicked off her high heels, her face now at my chest level, and began unbuttoning my shirt. “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks,” she said as she looked me in the eyes.

I slipped out of my shirt and she turned, her long hair dancing against my naked chest seductively.

I grasped her zipper, and tugged, separating Renee from the little black dress. She turned, grabbing at my belt and dropping my pants.

I was commando. Renee wore a sexy low-cut bra and crotchless panties. She walked me two steps back and I sat on the couch, pulling her crotch toward my face.

My tongue parted her vagina. She was the wettest woman I’d tasted. “My husband left you a big gift right before you arrived,” she moaned. “Go ahead, eat up.”

That explained how wet she was, and the funky but not unpleasant taste. I dove in as her juiciness flowed over my tongue.

Renee came hard. I held her up as she recovered, then scooted her onto the couch. I pulled off her panties and held her legs open wide. My head went back between her thighs.

I brought her to the verge of cumming a few times. She pled for me to fuck her, saying, “Cum into me!”

I held her legs in the air and my self-guided dick found her center. She diddled her enflamed clit, and shouted obscenities at me, impaling herself on my cock. She came again, wetly, and demanded my cum.

Letting go of her legs, I railed her hard, my larger body pounding her. She gripped me tight, her legs spread wide, taking everything I had. “Cum into me. Cum into me,” she panted.

My orgasm came when her quivering body went limp and her pussy again convulsed. I pulled out and slid down the couch, my head on Renee’s belly.

Heat and aroma wafted up to me as we caught our breath. My hand played with the hair on her manicured mons. I toyed gently with her cum-leaking slit. She moaned. My slippery finger ran slowly over her raw exposed clit. She shuddered, saying, “Yesss.”

I scooted down, nuzzling her clit with my nose, easing my tongue into her folds. Cum, hers and mine, basted my lips as I slowly made out with her well fucked vagina. I sucked her clit like it was a tiny cock and she came one last time, weakly, with a defeated sigh of contentment.

I was hard again. She noticed and said, “Good! I want to taste my pussy on your cock. Lay down!”

 

[Mike130]

W

I was in the military, recently single, and began to socialize a lot with shipmates while our ship was in port.

A buddy invited me to his place for dinner and drinks. It was a great time, getting to know people’s significant others, and seeing people with their guards down.

I especially enjoyed meeting my buddy’s wife, Renee. She had been in the military, but got kicked out when she was, “caught with her head between a female officer’s legs.”

After many, many shots of tequila, I seemed to be the only guest left. Renee and I were chatting quietly on the couch. My buddy had gone upstairs.

At my urging she told me more about the affair she had with the female officer, and others. She said it was nice having an open marriage. I alluded to my bisexuality. She smiled. It was nice to meet someone so sexually open minded.

Later, while underway in the Caribbean, my buddy admitted that his wife had a crush on me. He wanted to know if I would be open to sleeping with her.

Wow! I was like, “How would that even work?” He said he could arrange for me to visit her while he was on duty, guarding the ship at night.

I agreed. After all, we had been drinking at a tiki bar, in Barbados. He was a good friend, tall, handsome, and funny.

We would share a room that night after bar hopping. In fact we often shared a bed when in ports overnight. It was a way to save money for drinks.

That night in Barbados, we lay in bed. Lights out. It was hot. I thought about his sexy and brilliant wife.

I asked him, “Why me?” and he said they both thought I was cute. They’d been talking about a threesome and both thought I was a good candidate.

He told me his wife mentioned my bisexuality. “Your secret is safe with me,” he said as he turned toward me in the dark.

I rolled toward him, searching his face in the pitch black room. His hand touched me, palm against my hairy chest. My heart beat wildly.

He pushed me gently onto my back. His lips found my ear. “I’ll never say a word. Trust me.” His breath felt so seductive. He pinched my nipple, softly pulling, while his lips made their way down my neck, to my collarbone, and onto my other nipple.

My hand instinctively cradled his head to my chest. He scooted closer, his knee sliding across my thighs. His lips found mine. Our crotches melded. I humped back at him while he ground his hardness against mine.

We made out and with our increased frottage, our cocks slipped free of our boxers.

Slick with sweat and precum, our healthy young dicks probed and explored, slid and rubbed, until he tensed, pinched my nipple hard, jammed his tongue further down my throat, and came a huge amount all over my crotch.

It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. He moved down and took my cum-slicked cock in both hands, scooping up cum from my belly and smearing it onto my very hard dick.

He knelt between my legs, jacking me with two hands, begging me to give him my cum. And boy did I! I blasted into the air, heard him say, “whoah !” and felt his mouth swallow my cock.

I pumped my jizz into my buddy’s swallowing mouth as he squeezed out every drop with his hands. I pretty much passed out after that, the smell of cum thick in my nostrils.

My crotch was a dried sticky mess the next morning. We awoke late, showered, and made it back to the ship just in time to set sail.

Weeks later, we were back in our home port and my buddy had night duty. As arranged, I made my way to see Renee.

She opened the door, gave me a big hug and a quick wet kiss, and shoved a drink into my hand.

We chatted for a while. She told me her husband said my cum tastes good and kissed me deeply. We danced slowly, kissing and running hands over each other’s bodies.

Renee kicked off her high heels, her face now at my chest level, and began unbuttoning my shirt. “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks,” she said as she looked me in the eyes.

I slipped out of my shirt and she turned, her long hair dancing against my naked chest seductively.

I grasped her zipper, and tugged, separating Renee from the little black dress. She turned, grabbing at my belt and dropping my pants.

I was commando. Renee wore a sexy low-cut bra and crotchless panties. She walked me two steps back and I sat on the couch, pulling her crotch toward my face.

My tongue parted her vagina. She was the wettest woman I’d tasted. “My husband left you a big gift right before you arrived,” she moaned. “Go ahead, eat up.”

That explained how wet she was, and the funky but not unpleasant taste. I dove in as her juiciness flowed over my tongue.

Renee came hard. I held her up as she recovered, then scooted her onto the couch. I pulled off her panties and held her legs open wide. My head went back between her thighs.

I brought her to the verge of cumming a few times. She pled for me to fuck her, saying, “Cum into me!”

I held her legs in the air and my self-guided dick found her center. She diddled her enflamed clit, and shouted obscenities at me, impaling herself on my cock. She came again, wetly, and demanded my cum.

Letting go of her legs, I railed her hard, my larger body pounding her. She gripped me tight, her legs spread wide, taking everything I had. “Cum into me. Cum into me,” she panted.

My orgasm came when her quivering body went limp and her pussy again convulsed. I pulled out and slid down the couch, my head on Renee’s belly.

Heat and aroma wafted up to me as we caught our breath. My hand played with the hair on her manicured mons. I toyed gently with her cum-leaking slit. She moaned. My slippery finger ran slowly over her raw exposed clit. She shuddered, saying, “Yesss.”

I scooted down, nuzzling her clit with my nose, easing my tongue into her folds. Cum, hers and mine, basted my lips as I slowly made out with her well fucked vagina. I sucked her clit like it was a tiny cock and she came one last time, weakly, with a defeated sigh of contentment.

I was hard again. She noticed and said, “Good! I want to taste my pussy on your cock. Lay down!”

Wow! Great experience!

 

[Mike130]

Patty, Connecticut, early 1970’s

Tall, Nordic looking blonde. Thin but nice tits. Shy and into muscle cars. She was a virgin when we met. Took her to her prom. Really cute. No outrageous sex stories here. Well there was sex, but it was pretty vanilla. Just a nice romance. The story of our breakup is a bit confusing. I remember she had hooked up with another guy. Her recollection was that my sister drove her up to Boston and they caught me in bed with another girl (a story my sister denied). Sometimes the truth is muddled by time, and it was long ago.

At her 10th high school anniversary, my buddy said she was still looking good.

I saw her a few years ago at another, informal reunion and we had a few drinks. Still, tall, slim, blonde and good looking, in a more mature way. Under the right circumstances, and me being a weak man, things could happen.

Anyway, we’re actually still in touch, almost weekly. Friendly banter but as she reminded me “You always remember your first love”.

She’s married and so am I so nothing will probably come of it, but it’s gratifying that she doesn’t remember me as a complete cad. Kinda nice that we still have fond memories of each other…

 

[lit_ch3]

Patty, Connecticut, early 1970’s

Tall, Nordic looking blonde. Thin but nice tits. Shy and into muscle cars. She was a virgin when we met. Took her to her prom. Really cute. No outrageous sex stories here. Well there was sex, but it was pretty vanilla. Just a nice romance. The story of our breakup is a bit confusing. I remember she had hooked up with another guy. Her recollection was that my sister drove her up to Boston and they caught me in bed with another girl (a story my sister denied). Sometimes the truth is muddled by time, and it was long ago.

At her 10th high school anniversary, my buddy said she was still looking good.

I saw her a few years ago at another, informal reunion and we had a few drinks. Still, tall, slim, blonde and good looking, in a more mature way. Under the right circumstances, and me being a weak man, things could happen.

Anyway, we’re actually still in touch, almost weekly. Friendly banter but as she reminded me “You always remember your first love”.

She’s married and so am I so nothing will probably come of it, but it’s gratifying that she doesn’t remember me as a complete cad. Kinda nice that we still have fond memories of each other…

I have a post-HS ex-gf I still keep in touch with. We were friends for a long time before we dated. Told her a while ago I'd always have her back. She said the same. We live at least 300mi apart, talk every other week or so. And, as we get older and families drift away, that "have your back" thing starts to maybe have some significance.

 

[Mike130]

Ever been tempted? 300 miles is pretty far, but not too far for a meetup.

Patty (above) lives about 25 miles away. Yes, it’s tempting but I’m trying to be a good boy…