Jay was a late bloomer. He never had a girlfriend in high school, nor in college. When he was twenty three he finally did get his cherry popped by an unremarkable girl, in a rushed and forgettable ten minutes. Except you never do forget your first time, no matter how regrettable, or mediocre it was. He ended up with his first girlfriend by the time he reached twenty seven. But this is not that story.
Jay was an average guy. His only feature that stood out was his height. At 6 foot 4 inches he was taller than most. Still not exceptionally tall, just taller than most people. He did look younger than his years, which usually worked against him with the ladies.
Jay started training martial arts when he was twenty five. Late bloomer remember. He hadn't played any sports in high school. Mostly because he hadn't hit a growth spurt until his junior year and his hormones hadn't hit their full stride. When he was 16 years old, he stood 5 foot 9 inches and weighed in at 120 lbs. Jay had the face of a 12 year old, which, amongst a group of teens trying to grow up, wasn't doing him any favors. That and sports didn't really appeal to him. Give him a good book any day. But by the time he was 26 he was into his green belt and had grown into his body. He was an avid bow hunter. And he played ice hockey two or three times a week. Plus a job in construction, he was bulking up nicely.
In the Mid 1990s the internet was still prepubescent. Most people had it in their homes, on a desk top computer, with dial up modem access. Who remembers that squelching, squawking sound. Congratulations, you're old. But so am I. Make sure the computer was plugged into the phone jack. Dial the number and wait 30 or sometimes 45 seconds and voila, the interwebs were yours. There were no dating sites, to speak of. What were there were sad and clunky. Jay was still using the newspaper personals for hookups and sometimes hookers. Yeah, you could rent a hooker through the want ads in the paper. But there were chatrooms. And they a godsend for Jay. He was on it every chance he had. Chatting with every girl with an imaginative user name, stupid user names, and really anyone who wanted to chat.
Jay had decided he wanted to get laid, but his priorities were still hunting, fishing, and playing hockey. This led him to believe he didn't have time to woo a girl, so he set out looking for girls who just wanted a quickie, or a one night stand. After a few dates, some good some not so good Jay started chatting with Angela.
AngelA: "Hi Bassguy. ASL?" Asl meant age, sex, location.
Bassguy: "Hi AngelA. 26, yes please, Fresno. You?"
AngelA: "Cool I'm in Tulare, 24 and haha. Yes ,please. I like it. Yes, for me too. Female,. But I'm sure you already knew that" This was the dawn of texting and chat speak. Lol hadn't been invented yet.
Bassguy: "You live in Tulare? That's cool. What do you do?" Tulare is a farm town. There's not much there, so you either are a farmer, farm labor, or in a farming related business.
AngelA: "No I live in Visalia, but my friends are out of town and I'm house sitting. Wanna go private?"
The conversation sidestepped into a private chat room and went on for another ten minutes or so and as they are apt to do, the talk turned to sex.
AngelA: "I'm here all alone for the next 3 days, would you like to come over and I'll cook you dinner and we can watch a movie or something." The progenitor of Netflix and chill.
A dinner and more importantly sex, Jay readily agreed and sent her his phone number. AngelA called and they talked some more. Jay thought she had a sexy voice so he asked for the address and headed south.
Summer in central California is known for its heat. 12 to 16 days straight of triple digits was not unusual. So Jay put on his "nice" shorts and t shirt. To say he was not a ladies man would be an understatement. Inexperienced was his middle name.
About an hour and a half later Jay pulled up at the address. It was a nicer home than he had expected to find. And larger as well. He raised his hand to knock.
Angela must have been waiting because the door opened before he could knock and she hurried him in. She was a rubenesque girl of Mexican descent. She kept her black hair long, to her mid back. And her dark brown eyes held a mischievous glint with a hint of desperation. Jay found her moderately attractive. But then again he liked large breasts and a woman who wouldn't break if he got a tad overzealous.
Angela was timid at first, afraid of his reaction. She had described herself to him, of course, but there was that moment when expectations exceeded reality. She breathed a sigh of relief as Jay pulled her to him and gave her a chaste peck on the lips.
Angela showed him around the house, then led him to the living room and sat with him on the couch. Jay put his arm around her. They both knew why he was there. She leaned into him. He pressed his lips to hers in an exploratory kiss.
That was the catalyst that set of the chain reaction of a make out session. Lips, hands, tongues. All were exceedingly busy. Jay wasn't terribly adept at unfastening bras and Angela didn't really want to waste time so she simply removed her arms from the straps and pushed it down to her waist, while her blouse was up under her chin.
Jay started fumbling with her pants trying desperately to remove them and reach her pot of gold.
