Readers, this is a fictitious story told in the first person. If you're looking for a piece of work to get a quick jerk-off job, I can save you the time and assure you that this story isn't it.
It takes time to set the stage for the erotica later. Still, it's more of a love story with some erotica mixed in.
My wife, Carol, was amazing in so many ways.
Those that only knew her as a casual acquaintance saw the stone-faced, almost emotionless, façade. She has been a loan manager at a large bank here in town for over 25 years. That's her business face.
At home, she was funny; sometimes silly. Often playful. She could laugh at others as well as laugh at herself. She was passionate in the bedroom, which for me is a good thing because I can match that passion and even at 52 years old, I still have an enormous sex drive. She willfully went toe-to-toe with those desires.
We each had lovers before we met 31 years ago. In some ways, those lovers prepared us for our time together.
I had dated a lovely, shy girl named Donna during our senior year in high school and continued through the middle of our sophomore year of college.
We both came from strict homes and we each had to wait until we were 18 to date on our own. Prior to that, there was always someone older with us to act as a chaperone.
I turned 18 in April during our senior year, and Donna turned 18 on the day after we graduated.
Finally, we had our first date alone. No more meddling adults. No more chaperones. No more simple and bland good night kisses.
We drove down to Disneyland for a day trip. That's what we told everyone. We did go to Disneyland, but I also rented a hotel room a few blocks away. Before entering the park, I entered her.
The passion that had built up between us for so many months had overflowed. Although we were both virgins, we had no inhibitions about getting undressed and exploring each other's bodies.
It's not surprising that I didn't last long at the first attempt. I was rock hard the minute I began to remove her tank top. I had been hard most of the 3-hour ride to Disneyland because I kept reaching across and feeling up her small breasts through her top and bra.
I also snuck my hand inside her shorts and could feel a thick mat of hair above her opening. My blonde girlfriend wasn't lacking for pubic hair, that's for sure.
We made love three times in the first two hours in the room. We finally walked to the park, got on a couple of rides and viewed some of the attractions.
Donna had always been self-conscious about her small breasts. She was extremely cute, but she never saw herself that way. I've never considered myself to be a great catch, but I always believed the right girl wouldn't care.
I honestly thought Donna would be THE one for me. For nearly two years we dated. I did notice some changes in her. She became much more at ease with herself and her body.
Although she wasn't necessarily an exhibitionist, she had no problem wearing clothing that was very complimentary to her figure, especially her nice ass.
It wasn't uncommon for her to have on the shortest of shorts and wearing a shirt that left no doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra. She loved tank tops and often they'd be loose enough at the sides to give an onlooker a good side view of her tits.
She got angry with me once when I pointed out that her shorts crawled up her leg enough to expose a few of her blonde curls from the bottom.
"So, I'm a woman. I have pussy hair. I don't see the big deal, she replied angrily." The former introvert had done a complete 180-degree turnaround. I was happy to see her come out of her shell, but she had gone too far the other direction.
She had changed. It really wasn't a surprise when I discovered that she had enjoyed at least two other guys. Although not surprised, I was still heart-broken. We had discussed marriage a few times, but we both wanted to finish school. I always sensed that I was more enthused about marriage than she was.
At the time of our breakup, I was working part time at a The Pizza Shack. One of my co-workers, Pam, knew what happened with Donna and told me that she had a friend, Carol, that was very cute and very available. Carol was a friend of Pam's cousin that lived on the other side of town. Pam and Carol became friends through that connection.
I would have shown more interest in Pam, but she was in a relationship with a guy named Ricky. Ricky came into the Shack frequently. He was a good-looking and entertaining guy. There was something about him, though, that I had an innate feeling of mistrust. I imagined myself treating Pam with a little more respect that he did...if she were my girlfriend, at least.
To be honest, Pam was kind of a plain-Jane, but to me that was a positive thing. She wasn't unattractive, but with the reputation that had spread about Ricky and his more attractive former girlfriends, I was surprised that he would be interested in Pam. Still, I personally found her very desirable; both physically and personally.
Pam wasn't high maintenance. She didn't demand a lot from Ricky. A guy should want to treat a girl like that like a queen.
Pam wasn't the typical skinny girl. She had a fuller body, although not fat by any definition. She did have large breasts, although she did her best to conceal them. While the so-called "hot" girls were size 2 or 4, Pam filled out a size 8 very nicely.
She had raven-dark hair that she always kept in a ponytail. What she lacked in classic beauty, she compensated with a genuine smile and friendly demeanor.
We were just friends, though. I met her friend, Carol, and things took off from there. Carol was the one for me.
Unfortunately, Carol had also been the one for Ricky in the past. Carol dated him twice, went to bed with him twice, then dumped him. She was taken in by his looks and charisma, then turned off by his ego. He talked about himself incessantly and never seemed to care to learn anything about her or to meet her family.
In this central California town of over 100 thousand people, the word gets around about certain individuals. Pam knew Ricky from the time he was friends with Carol. When Carol dumped him, he asked Pam out.
At first Pam refused. That was her good friend's ex-boyfriend. She knew they had sex twice. Then, Ricky insisted that she ask Carol. Maybe if she had Carol's blessing, he'd go out with her.
Surprisingly, Carol made it clear that he's an ex for a good reason and if she wanted him that she had no qualms about it. She had already shared the reason why she dumped him.
Two months later, Ricky and Pam had become a serious item. After that, Carol and I began what would be a very long-term relationship.
Carol was up front about her time with Ricky. I'll never forget her pointed words to me about him.
