27 Jan '08 - 3:13 p.m.
My first time with the first girl I ever lived with wasn't typical of any other first times I've had with other women.
I have talked about her before, she was my best friends fiance until he beat on her one night and I beat on him. Fucking cocain ruined my friend. Over the next half year we kind of hung out together while not having sex. You're going to find this hard to believe but I had no sexual interest in her. Don't get me wrong, she was beautiful slender, blond and funny. I have always been attracted to girls with curves, she was slender, too slender. Her nipples were the largest part of her breasts. She was three days older than me.
One night she asked me stay the night as she was feeling bad and didn't want to be alone. Not a problem, I have spent many nights on her couch before for the very same reasons.
I brought the movie and we settled down. Finally it was bed time. She made a bed for me in on the sofa and off she went. Not 5 minutes later I hear quiet, desparate sobbing from her room. I went in there and sat on her bed. I held her hand and just talked to her. After a very long hour of this, remember, I'm a guy and this is the eighties, We were not sensative people then. I got up to leave and she asked me not to go.
I know what your all thinking, the big bad sleazy horndog of a sailor is going to bang the vulnerable girl. WRONG!
I held her in my arms until she went to sleep then went back to the couch.
Next night she asked me to stay over once more. This time when she asked me to hold her again I did. Same as last night. Though when I made an attempt to leave she grabbed my hand and placed it on one of her miniscule breasts. Damn, if my body didn't respond. We had sex and sex again. She ended up quasi lying on me and in my arms, expectantly looking up at me. What did she want? What was she expecting? I had no idea. So I stuck a finger in her vagina. When I pulled said finger out of her vagina it was covered in sperm. I was running on instinct now, I saw her looking at my come covered finger. I brought my finger to her mouth and pushed against her lips until she opend them. I had her clean and such on my finger until it was sperm free. Then I delved into her vagina again and again until nothing else came out. I had her mouth clean my cock until it was hard then fucked her again. This time I had her scoop my cum out of her herself.
She was so compliant. Over the next few months she masterbated for me, let me enter her ass, and oh, the blowjobs never ended. I was smitten with her, or so I thought. It was the sex that made me ask her to move in with me, I know that now.
I won't repeat how we split up as I've written about that many entries ago.
Back to the present. The wife was at work and I was kicking about the internet when Tara IM'd me. I will say she sounded upset though it was type written words but I got that she was upset. I had to go pick my wife up so I asked if she wanted come along. It was about a 1/2 hour drive each way.
When I picked her up she was crying. Sound familiar? This time though I just held her hand while driving to pick up my wife. As much as I want to bed Tara, it won't be one of those take advantage of the broken girl scenarios. We talked, she felt better and the three of us went for coffee at midnight and she felt even better when we dropped her off at home.
The problem was that her mother and brother were there and twisted her right up.
