Please let me share something with you that I think you will like, but first a little background. My name is Steven and I am a married man. My wife and I have been married 6 happy years. Dawn, my wife is a beautiful woman about 5’7” with light brown hair and green-gray eyes. She is still stunning even after having given birth to two children.
Dawn is the love of my life. She is the reason why I live, the reason why I draw breath, but as much as wishes it the hard truth is that she was not the first. Sherry was the first love of my life. She is also around the same height as my wife but with blonde hair, green eyes and a hard-defined figure.
I on the other hand stand 5’9” with long black hair and dark skin, something that I get from my Spanish heritage. When I was younger I let my fingernails grow out long and I clipped them to sharp points like that of sharks teeth. Even now on occasion I will clip them the same way. My most dominant feature would have to be my eyes. The colors of my eyes are a golden brown with a dark brown almost black circle around the iris.
I have always had an athletic build. People have told me that I could be a body builder if I just put my mind to it. With 28-inch thighs and 16-inch biceps I tend to agree with them. The only problem that I really had a kid and teenager was my weight. I have never considered myself fat, but like most guys my age I was borderline. It wasn’t until I started studying martial arts did I start losing my belly.
My lust for women drove my training. Sherry had taken Tae-Kwon-Do classes and I saw what it had done for her, so having been interested in martial arts most my life I started training on my own. I guess this is how I caught the eye of Dawn as well as Sherry.
They had known each other in school and when I was dating Dawn, Sherry couldn’t stand it. Of course when I still spoke with Sherry my wife went nuts.
Even though it has been over a decade since we have dated, we still talk and I consider her one of my closest friends. My wife tried for many years to understand but she could never grasp the nature of Sherry and my relationship.
Sherry and I dated many times in high school. She was the first girl that I kissed. She was also the first girl that I had any kind of sexual encounter with, as limited as it was.
Like many teenagers at that time, our first real date was to the movies at the local mall. She wore a light flowery dress that hugged her girlish figure and developing breasts.
We made our way through the mall looking through the shop windows while holding hands and kissing in the isles. Making flirtatious passes at one another in the bookstore.
She would raise the hem of her dress up to her thighs, trying to see how much it would take to get my going and I must admit it didn’t take much.
In the toy store I pressed her up against the wall of stuffed animals kissing her hard. Our tongues playing tag with each other as my hand slid up her bare legs up under her dress. Her breathing quickened as my hand got higher on her virgin thighs until I touched her cotton panties. She gasped in fright and excitement at the touch. It seemed that she didn’t know whether to push me away or pull me closer.
Sherry was at odds with her desires and her reason. She finally slid from my clutches just as my fingers were rubbing the crease of her undies. An explosion of warmth enveloped my fingertips as they hit a certain spot, but she moved too quickly for me to realize what I had hit.
I noticed that her nipples were hard as pencil erasers when she glanced back. “I think we need to get out of here stud.” The smile on her face was one of frustration and bliss. Like a woman that knows her thoughts are a cardinal sin, but in the mists of lust it only makes it that much more exciting.
With our arms wrapped around one another we entered the theater lobby and bought some drinks. In the theater her head was resting on my shoulder as we moved down the isles looking for a seat. We arrived early by fifteen minutes and the theater was deserted. She and I took a couple of seats at the back of the theater so if someone came into the room we would see them but they wouldn’t see us unless they glanced back over their shoulders.
We sat and talked as we waited for the movie to start all the while our hands playing with each other. Our fingers would circle the other’s finger like mock tongues. I would turn her palm up and lightly scratch it with the tips of my sharp fingernails until they were flushed red and sweating.
I noticed her unconsciously licking her lips every few seconds and watch her eyes dart down to my lap then back up. The edge of her dress rested high on her thighs and her knees were turned towards me.
The movie started ten minutes late, but we didn’t seem to notice. Our bodies leaned in to one another with our heads resting on the others. She started rubbing my arm from forearm to bicep. She hugged my arm with her other arm putting mine in an awkward position. I was forced to rest my hand on her naked knee.
Touching her legs made my blood burn and I began to sweat. Before I knew what I was doing my fingers began to rub circles on her knee. My movements didn’t seem to bother Sherry and in fact she slid her top leg down just a little bit almost like she wanted to spread her legs but that would have been too obvious.
She continued to rub my arm but as she did I noticed she was pressing the back of her hand to my chest. Sherry’s hand was rubbing across my nipple as she did this and whether it was intentional or not I couldn’t tell. But after a few minutes of this she had to of noticed my hard nipple and it seemed that she didn’t mind because she just kept on rubbing it.
Sherry’s attention was off my arm now and focused on my chest. This caused the circles that I was doing on her knee to widen and encompass her entire knee. We kissed. My hand began the slow travel up her thigh and back down again. My fingernails dancing across her sensitive skin and her reaction was to thrust her tongue into my mouth.
I felt the material of her dress as my hand slid under it. Her hand unbuttoned my shirt just enough for her hand to slip in. Even at the age of fifteen my chest was covered in fine dark hair, another gift of my heritage.
There was a heat coming from between her legs that guided my hand. I could feel the dampness even before my hand reached for panties, but when it did reach them her legs slid further apart.
I began kissing her face, then her cheeks, next her ears and then finally her neck. She let out a heavy sigh as I opened my mouth and gently bit her neck and pressed my hand against her covered mound.
Her next reaction was to claw at my chest and moan. I sucked on the skin of her neck as my fingers searched for that spot from earlier. It took me only a moment to find it, but when I did it was like she became a different person.
Sherry turned her head away from me offering me her neck as she began to grind into my hand. I was in shock. I had never thought that I could be this effective on my first try.
“Mmmm. Oh Steven.”
“You like that baby?” I whispered in her ear.
“YES!” she gasped as she was still grinding into me.
I smiled and looked into her eyes, “Then lets try this.”
I switched hands so that my left arm, which had been pinned, was quickly replaced with my right hand. The first arm was now around her back and reaching around her in almost a hug, but with one difference. My left hand was at her chest feeling her left breast.
My fingers found the edge of her panty and slid underneath them. They were so wet that my first thought was she had spilled her drink, but that wasn’t the case. The tips of my fingers probed her slit and were instantly wet at the touch.
“Oh. What’s this?” I breathed into her ear.
Her moans became steady as one finger slid into her and the fingers of my other hand tweaked her nipple. “OH YESS BABY!” Sherry said as her hand moved down to my lap and pressed against my groin. She ran her fingers up the length of my hard-on. Sherry grabbed at my cock through my pants and rubbed it against my leg as I inserted another finger. She tightened up, “FUCK! YESS!”
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