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This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years and over. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.
What I am about to tell you is a true story, mostly. After so many years I can not remember everything word for word, but this is what happened to the best of my memory. It was the best day of my life up to that point.
The previous day had been Thanksgiving Day. My aunt and grandmother had come up from South Texas earlier that day. We had a wonderful meal and lots of conversation, but I was distracted thinking about the next day. I planned to drive from Dallas to Arlington to be with my girlfriend most of the day. We had planned a picnic for that day but it did not look like the weather was going to cooperate. The forecast was for a rather cold and cloudy day so it looked like we were going to be stuck inside most of the day. This was not a bad thing as it would give me some intimate time with her.
I had graduated from high school the previous May. I had a few girlfriends during that time but we never moved past holding hands and some light kissing. I was basically a very shy person and I never pressed forward with a girl past the point of just dating for fun. It's not that I was not horny, because I was. I masturbated a lot, read my fair share of girly magazines, but mostly I wondered if I would ever find the right girl who would like me for who I was.
My trouble was that high school just did not seem to fit me very well. I was in the band (yes, I was a band geek) and had a few friends but it did not improve my ability to fit in with the crowd. But I stuck with it and kept hoping the right girl would either notice me or would step into my world. In college, this would turn out to be a good strategy as band life was very different than in high school.
Although I was not really unhappy in high school, I was very lonely. During this time I figured out that I was really more grown up that most of the people I knew. They were still just children at heart, at least most of them were. I met a few who were more grown up, but not many. But in fact, I could not wait until I graduated from high school.
When I did graduate from high school I had a part time job with a big retail company working in one of their warehouse facilities near downtown Dallas. I made a good wage and I asked if I could work full time during the summer. They were glad to let me do just that and in fact I worked many more hours, closer to 60 hours per week. That turned into a nice paycheck every two weeks and I began to build up a nice savings account. I was hoping to build enough to convince my dad that I could afford a new car to use for college. I had a seven year old car but it already had almost 115,000 miles on it and I knew it would not last throughout four years of college, especially putting 20,000 miles per year on it driving from home to work, and then on to UT Arlington for classes. So I put my head down and worked as many hours as I could.
In August I finally had enough money that I could pay all the payments on a new car until June of the following year when I planned on again working full time and as much overtime as I could for the following school year. My parent were fronting me two major expenses, college tuition and my car insurance. That would make things pretty comfortable for me if I used my part time money for gas and daily expenses. Actually, that was pretty naive of me as it turned out, but I made the best of it I could.
The car I wanted was an orange with white stripes 1969 Z28 Comaro. My dad let me have my way and I ended up buying the Comaro. My hope was that the car would improve my attraction to girls. And in fact, it did just that. It was a high powered car and drove like a dream, even without power steering. And it did attract the girls, even if they only looked at it.
The stage was now set for my start to college. I already had my major in mind. I wanted to be an architect. The problem with that major was that some of the classes required 9 hours a week in class for just 3 hour credit. That meant I could not hold down a full class load and work part time, as well as play in the band. So I reduced my class load so I could juggle all three of those balls. I had to work really hard to maintain a good grade point average.
I had tried out for the college marching band the previous spring and made the cut playing the base drum for the percussion section. It turned out that the band in college was ten time more fun than in high school. I also met a lot more people and they all seemed to be adults out to have fun rather than just children playing games with each other. Band was great fun.
The band always started practice two weeks before classes began so we could learn the marching routines and become a real band rather than a group of amateurs. It was hard work but I loved playing in the band.
By the time classes started to come together and I wound up in one of the band groups. All of them were freshmen and they mostly played a mixed bag of instruments. We had lunch together a lot of the time and dated mostly from our group.
By the time October came around I was dating a girl named Janet. She was living with another girl from our group named Gail. After a few dates with Janet I asked Gail out and thus began our relationship. We went everywhere together and we grew together the more we went out.
Gail lived in a house owned by the university with her mother and Janet. Her mother worked on the road and was gone most of the time, so we had the place to ourselves a lot. At first Gail was shy about letting anyone besides Janet in the house but as time went on she began to rebel against some of her mother's rules and I was allowed in more and more. I met her dad during this time. He had been divorced from Gail's mother for a number of years. At first I was not sure what to make of him but as time went by I began to like him a lot.
By the time Thanksgiving rolled around I had tried to make a move on Gail a few times, but she was uncomfortable with letting me touch her in some places. I was willing to wait because I felt that she was worth the wait.
Thus the day after Thanksgiving was finally here. I was excited because Gail's mother was going to be gone all weekend and Janet had gone home for the holidays. It would be just me and Gail alone.
I parked the car on the street and went up and knocked on the door. The door opened and there she was in her yellow jeans and T-shirt.
"Hi stranger, come on in." she said.
She was not the tallest girl, only about 5-2 or 5-3. She had short brown hair cut in a page-boy style. She was the type of person who was completely relaxed with what she was wearing and how she looked.
We hugged each other and proceeded to the living room couch. It was a small house with a living room barely big enough for a TV, a couch and a coffee table. The small dining room and kitchen were right next to the living area and the house also had two small bedrooms and a single bathroom.
"Do you want to watch TV?" she asked.
"No, let's just sit together and hold each other a while."
"Okay."
I wrapped my arms around her and began to kiss her. Soon we really wrapped around each other. Her kisses were really nice and soon her tongue began to explore my mouth. I also began to explore her mouth. As we kissed I began to hold her tighter mashing her breasts into my chest. She did not resist this and in fact began to hold me tighter as well.
After this went on for a while she pulled back and said "You can touch my breasts if you like."
I did not have to be asked twice. This is what I had wanted since practically the day we met.
I moved my right hand to her right breast and began to gently kneed it. After a while I moved to her left breast and performed the same technique. I had not experienced with this sort of thing but from Gail's expression I was doing something really nice. I could feel her nipples harden through her T-shirt and bra. It was more exciting than I had imagined.
After I had been doing this a while Gail said "Let me take my shirt a bra off."
Wow, this was going better than I had hoped it would. She pulled the T-shirt over her head an revealed the best looking set of breasts encased in a really nice bra. She did not hesitate to reach behind her and remove the bra. I had seen many girl's breasts before in magazines but none of them matched Gail's in real life. The were 34B in size I later learned and matched her torso nicely.
I began to kneed them and her nipples became even harder. They felt so nice against my palms. Soon I could no longer resist and I leaned over and began to suck and kiss her breasts. When I reached her nipples with my lips I gently sucked then into my mouth. This made Gail moan and then she said "Wow, that feels nice."
I moved from her breasts to her earlobes and began to nibble on them.
"You know that I am falling in love with you?" I whispered in her ear.
"Yes, I know. And the same is happening to me as well."
"I just wanted you to know that every time I am with you I fall for you a little deeper. I can not help myself. You are the only woman to have this affect on me."
"It is happening to me, too. I feel like I have found the one person who understands me. And I always look forward to the next time we can be together."
"I know, I feel the same."
My hands began to wander from her breasts to her stomach and then back again.
