A break up with a woman leads a young man into a relationship with her sister.
I certainly never intended to hurt Dill. She was too sweet for me to ever want that to happen. Jane, now that might be a different story! Though, I'm not a vengeful person, in the back of my mind I am pretty sure there was some tiny kernel of retribution that I thought I might be exacting from her sister when I started sleeping with Dill.
Jane had broken my heart, and even though I couldn't really blame her, I was hurt, and so
some
emotion was coming out - maybe it
was
revenge. Whatever it was, in the process, I unleashed a tiger that I could not control, and ultimately I paid the price for doing so.
But that was years ago, and now I'd found Dill again and in the most unlikely of places, all grown up, more desirable than ever, and available. And despite what happened between us all that time ago, as I lay in bed next to her warm body, I know that she's in love with me. And Jane? Jane has been married for almost ten years. My guess is that she forgot about me a long time ago.
Jane was the first girl that I was in love with - I suppose one never knows for sure about love - but I know she had knocked me for a loop. Still, it wasn't like I hadn't had any sexual partners before her, but I had never had one that I had fallen for so hard and so completely.
In high school, I had had a longstanding relationship with Maggie Shreves. She was the first girl I had sex with, though it took us almost two years to work our way up to that level of intimacy.
Prior to that time, I had slowly but surely worked my way around the bases, until one night when we were camping out at Clear Lake State Park during Spring Break just before the end of our senior year with a group of friends - both guys and girls - I finally got Maggie aroused enough to go all the way. It had taken me the entire day to do it; actually, now that I think about it, it had taken me nearly two entire years!
We planned this camping trip as a big party for about twelve of us that all hung out together, but from the beginning, I viewed it as my best chance to finally go all the way with Maggie. I had turned 18 in February, and we had celebrated Maggie's 18
th
birthday in early April, two weeks before that trip.
I thought her birthday might have been my lucky night, but Maggie got drunker than snot, and nothing came of it. But then once spring rolled around, I knew I had to take advantage of our three days in the woods without any parents around.
So, in the early afternoon of our second day of camping, we wandered off from the rest of the group while we were swimming at the lake inside the park. Maggie's tits had gotten me so excited when they bubbled their way out of her yellow, two-piece bikini that I had to drag her off into a secluded little woods only a few hundred feet away from the shore so I could pull her tits out of the top of her suit and suck her fat nipples for a half an hour.
She had rubbed my erection through my swimming trunks during that entire time, and though I didn't cum, she left my suit with a dark, two-inch, wet circle just under my drawstring where my precum had leaked out. With my wet spot visible, we couldn't exactly rejoin the group.
So, while everyone else was still swimming, we had gone back to my tent in the camping area, and Maggie had taken me in her mouth, while I fingered her pussy for a good length of time. We were both really close to cumming, when we heard all of our friends returning from the lake, so we quickly covered ourselves up and pretended like we'd snuck off to get high. I don't think that excuse fooled anyone, and to add insult to injury, I was left with a painful case of blue balls.
But finally, that night after everyone else appeared to have gone to sleep, we silently and surreptitiously consummated our relationship in our tent. Our little group had about five camping sites all right next to each other, so the closest tent was only 30 feet or so away from ours, and I had keep my hand over Maggie's mouth after I entered her to keep her from making so much noise that we would be discovered.
As it was, there was enough heavy breathing, rustling of sleeping bags, and swaying of tent poles that I think at least a few other people figured it out. The next morning, we seemed to get more than our share of knowing glances.
But then a few weeks after that, Maggie started flirting with Jeff Jacobs, and pretty soon, it was Jeff, not me, that was fingering Maggie's pussy, and I was left to jack off into the tissues from the box on my night stand for the rest of senior year and all through the next summer. But despite being my first, I wasn't in love with Maggie. I'm not even sure I liked her all that much. But Jane, Jane was a different story!
I went off to school at
Poly
after my senior year. The school was about two hours north of my hometown; far enough away that I felt like I had escaped from the constraints of living at home, and still close enough that I could keep in touch with family and friends. And college was a lot of fun - meeting new people from everywhere, partying even more wildly than we had in high school, and availing ourselves of the charms of a huge crop of hot women.
I had a few trysts with different girls throughout the first semester resulting in a blowjob here, a handjob there, or maybe some pussy eating. I even screwed some girl at a house party on homecoming night without ever finding out her name.
And when my parents went to visit some relatives over Thanksgiving, I didn't go home over the four day break, and managed to lure a cute, freshmen girl named Joni from New Jersey into my dorm room for a night of tentative lovemaking. Besides me, Joni was the only other person in our whole dorm that hadn't gone home for the holiday!
But then, when the second semester started, I hit a long, dry spell, and it wasn't until May that my fortunes turned, and it was Jane Kaminski that single-handedly did the turning! She was a year older than I was, but she lived in the dorms just like I did, in fact, in the same complex.
I met Jane through Darcey Potter, who was a high school acquaintance of my two closest college friends Pete Mills and Tom Lannon, who were both from Sacramento. For some reason, I ended up meeting a lot of cool people from Sacramento that year, and Darcey was one of the best of the bunch. She knew everyone, and she was a lot of fun, though she herself was not a looker. On the other hand, she, more often than not, hung out with all sorts of hot girls, and so Darcey was, without question, a really good person to know.
So, when I started seeing her more and more often at different places on campus and at off campus parties with a tall, pretty blonde with a punkish hairdo and a black, leather jacket, I became intrigued.
One night about two weeks before the end of my freshman year, I was at a house party hosted by a couple of guys I knew vaguely, when Darcey showed up with the hot blonde! When they entered the party and saw me, sitting on the floor in front of the hosts' CD and vinyl collection, Darcey and the blonde wandered over.
"Hi, Billy! Commandeering the stereo again, I see!" Darcey said giggling.
"Not yet, but I'm working on it!" I answered. "I'll have complete control before anyone knows what hit 'em!"
"Have you met, Jane?" a smiling Darcey inquired.
"Well, I've seen you two together, but, no, we've never met. It's nice to meet you, Jane," I said, trying to contain my excitement.
"Jane, this is Billy. He's the music snob around here."
"Hi, Billy! What kind of snobbery are you planning for this little soirée?" Jane asked slyly.
She had an intriguing look about her. Her blonde hair was closely cropped on the sides and rose to long, voluminous layers on the top, feathering, rather than spiking upwards before falling to her forehead in extra long fringy bangs. She somehow managed to look both stylishly hip and really feminine at the same time. Her dark brown eyes stood out against her pale skin, and her face featured high cheekbones, and this really unusual looking Eastern European nose that was somehow really sexy though I can't explain why.
