My heartfelt thanks to Kinkybelle for critiquing my story over and over, and her very valuable insight and recommendations. She was incredibly patient and diplomatic breaking in a new writer. It's greatly appreciated.
The stories I write are absolutely true. As I didn't get married until I was 30, I have a bit to write about.
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After my tours in Vietnam ended and I was discharged from the army, I started college utilizing the benefits I had accrued. Enrolling in a public state university, and being fortunate to find a job in a machine shop, I worked second shift in addition to receiving my living allowance from Uncle Sam.
I was 21 at the time, and at the peak of my physical strength and stamina. I had the time to run five miles every other day, and lift weights for an hour afterward. On the days I didn't run five miles, I ran seven, taking Sundays off. At that time, I had 14" biceps, a 30" waist, and a 42" chest. I could do 50 sit-ups on a steep incline holding a 5 lb. weight behind my head. The weight for my leg presses was 1,000 lbs, of which I did 15 reps (really). I also did 100 pushups every night before I went to bed. Ah! Those were the days! Today, I believe the term is "buff."
We saw one another each year at family reunions and wrote sparingly, and talked on the phone. We shared a lot of commonalities. Her birthday is a week before mine, her dad and my mom were siblings, first generation Italian-American. We looked astonishingly alike. Dark features and Mediterranean skin tones. It was common for people to mistake us for brother and sister, or even for twins. I went to her wedding, which I didn't necessarily approve as the man she married was a Class-A jerk. I had tried to convince her that people don't change after they're married. She eventually discovered this and divorced his butt.
She picked up the pieces of her life, and moved to a university town in an adjoining state, found a decent job, and started to go to college part time. She earned enough to live in a small apartment on her own and my aunt and uncle helped with her tuition costs.
At this time, I reestablished communication with my first cousin whom I was close to my entire life. We talked to each other a few times a week. Don't forget that there was no e-mail, and no national calling plans. Phone expenses could get high, and sometimes they did.
After a couple of months of long distance communication, Jenna finally invited me to come visit her, and on a Friday night at 11 p.m. after I got off work, I drove the three hours in my beat up but very reliable Volvo.
When I got there, she was up and waiting for me! When I entered her apartment, I wrapped my arms around her waist, and her arms went around my neck. I hugged her tight, held her, and looked at her. She had the most expressive brown eyes I've ever seen. Her divorce and the emotional trauma that went with it contributed to a slight gain in weight, and I noticed that much of it went to her breasts. They felt great pressed against my chest. I finally pulled away and looked into her beautiful eyes and saw a look of relief, love, and excitement. It felt so good to hold her that I just leaned in and put my mouth on hers. She opened her mouth and my tongue entered and probed. The next few kisses were just as hot and arousing and exciting. We pulled apart from each other, and gazed into each other's eyes not believing what was happening. Not being able to stay apart, we pulled each other close and kissed and explored each other's mouths even more. I've been attracted to her ever since I could remember, and told her so. She told me that it was the same for her, and that she often wondered if we would ever be able to do more than play hide and seek or bocce ball.
I ran the palm of my hand over her breast and could feel her nipple harden. She moaned and held me even tighter. I lowered my hands from her waist and cupped her ass cheeks and held her tight against my hard cock. We rubbed our groins together and slowly got more excited. We knew where this was going, and I wanted to take my time to make our first time together an experience we would never forget.
I was squeezing her breast and lightly pinching her nipple while she reached down and began to rub my cock over my jeans. I didn't know it was possible, but my cock was getting harder. My hand dropped to her pussy, and I could maneuver my fingers up the leg of her shorts. I pulled her panties aside, and my fingers found their way to her soaked lips. I slid my fingertip into her pussy amid moans and the thrusting of her hips to get my finger deeper.
Pulling my hand from between her legs, I unbuttoned her blouse slowly and pulled it open while looking into her beautiful eyes. Her breathing was becoming rapid, while she looked at me with love and excitement. She began to unbutton my shirt, but I stopped her and told her to "let me do the work." I also wanted to discreetly let her know that I was in charge, and that she should trust me. I slowly pulled her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms until it was completely off. Jenna arched her back in an effort to rub her nipples against my chest. I put my arms around her and held her tight, caressing her back and noticing the goose bumps form on her arms. She held me tight with her arms around my neck, and while kissing me and sucking on my tongue, I undid the clasps of her bra and gently pulled it off.
Her breasts were very large, with little sag, lovely areolas, and very hard nipples. I moved back a step, and cupped both breasts in my hands while rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. Jenna gasped and looked up at me with an expectant expression. I took each nipple between my thumb and index finger and pinched slightly. Jenna uttered a soft moan and closed her eyes. Nothing was being said as neither of us wanted to interrupt the mood or our thoughts. I put my arms around her to hold her tight while she was rubbing her nipples against my shirt.
"I've wanted to do this for so long," I finally whispered. "I've wanted to hold your naked body against me. It's all I've been thinking about."
She giggled and told me, "I'm not naked yet."
"Don't worry, you will be very shortly," I softly told her. I put my finger under her chin to lift her mouth up to mine, and we kissed each other lovingly, without urgency.
I reached down and undid the button of her shorts, and slowly slid the zipper down. Gently, I pulled her shorts down, and let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them, and stood before me wearing only her panties and a smile. My God! She was so beautiful! I knelt in front of her, putting my arms around her and my hands on her incredibly lovely ass cheeks. I pulled her close and kissing her belly button, I slowly worked my way down between her legs. She widened her stance for me. I licked and kissed her panties over her pussy. She was already soaked and her aroma was intoxicating.
"I wondered what you would be like, but I didn't expect you'd be this good," Jenna moaned.
"I'm glad you think so, but this is just the beginning," I replied. I put my fingers under the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down. She had a lot of hair around her mons, and I could see that the dewy moisture had collected around her swollen labia. I pulled her panties to her ankles, and she stepped out of them.
I stood up and put my arms around her waist again, and again she put her arms around my neck. I held her naked body against my fully clothed one, hoping that she would get the idea that she was mine. My mouth and face smelled of her arousal and she kissed me passionately.
"Let's go to your bedroom." I suggested. She took my hand and led me down the hall. I walked a little behind her to gaze lovingly at her shapely ass.
"Do you like what you see?" Jenna asked, knowing what I was admiring.
"I most certainly do. You have a beautiful butt," I told her.
"If you're gentle enough, it can be yours." she teased.
"It and the rest of you," I answered.
