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Part 1 - Kerrie

I’ve been greatly enjoying rabbit07’s Conquests thread and his stories reminded me of some of mine, but rather than interrupt him, I thought I’d start a thread of my own. First I’ll talk about Kerrie.

I met Kerrie about a year and a half after splitting up with Vicky, my first girlfriend. I’ve already written about Vicky in my thread ‘My first Few Times’ here:

https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=147881

(One day I’ll continue that, as there are a few interesting stories still untold.)

Kerrie and I worked together. I shouldn’t really say together, we were at the same company but different departments; she in the office, I in the warehouse. We could see each other through a partition, but that was all. Occasionally someone from one side would need to talk to someone from the other so they’d wander in or out. There was no more interaction than that, apart from at lunchtimes when we’d all sit and chat together.

Kerrie wasn’t that attractive actually. She was about average height, say 5 foot 4, with a bit of a beanpole figure. Think Olive Oyl and you’re about there. She wasn’t very pretty and had strange, frizzy hair. But she had a pleasant outgoing personality, which went a long way towards making up for all that. After a few months, I began to notice that Kerrie was beginning to flirt with me. She’d just say odd little things that meant nothing on their own, but put together made me wonder. For example one day a load of electrical components arrived which it turned out the customer had wanted assembled, so I found a quiet corner of the warehouse, put a table there, and sat down and did it. Kerrie came out to check on some orders and as she passed me said, “Here’s our man of many talents.” Then a couple of her female colleagues told me that she liked me, so I made my move.

On the floor above was an empty room that we used for storing odds and ends such as files and paperwork, and one morning I spotted Kerrie going upstairs so decided we needed a new receipt pad and went to the empty room to get one, so that when I arrived, Kerrie and I would be alone. I found her standing peering into a filing cabinet and stood close behind her.

“You keep saying things. Are you just clowning around?”

“Of course not, Everard, I wouldn’t kid about that sort of thing.”

“So what are you looking for anyway?”

“Nothing, it was just an excuse to come up here, I thought you’d probably follow me.”

By now she had turned to face me. I put my hands on her nice trim little waist, she wrapped her arms round my neck. “Be a shame to come up here then not do anything wouldn’t it?”

Thus we ended up stood in the middle of this huge empty room giving each other a big wet kiss! We arranged to meet the very next night. When I turned up at the pub, Kerrie was feeling a bit paranoid because both her father and fiancé (yes, she was engaged to somebody else!) worked nearby, so we moved elsewhere. We ended up parked at a nice lonely spot, with a pleasant view of the city lights. In the front of my car (there wasn’t room in the back) we enjoyed more massive kisses like the one the previous day, while my hand caressed first her face, then her neck, then that sexy little place where the neck joins the shoulders, then I found her shirt buttons … one by one, somehow they came apart. Not a difficult task, I think she’d undone at least two of them herself as soon as we came to a stop!

I soon found her nipples and within minutes was licking and chewing them and she was making soft mewling noises. (Kerrie had strange tits, small yet droopy, and after a while I realised the left one was smaller than the right.) Lower down, her little handy-pandies were on a voyage of discovery all of their own and within seconds had located my willy. Not surprising, considering its state. She eased it out of its hiding place and caressed its entire length with both hands.

I said, “Two can play at that game,” and under her skirt, reached round to find her knickers, slide them off and ease my fingers into her juicy pussy.

“Ooohh, Everard, that’s lovely,” she purred, turning round to give me a deep, sexy kiss. By now we were both in the driving seat – in more ways than one! – and after a bit more manoeuvring, Kerrie managed to lower herself onto my cock. And there you have it. And so did we.

That was the beginning of a relationship which lasted for several years, on and off. It was just sex, to be honest, on my side anyway. We eventually drifted apart when she finally twigged that I was never going to ask her to marry me. Thank God I didn’t; she recently got in touch on Facebook. All I’ll say is, she’s not a beanpole any more.

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Part 2 – Zoe

A few months after the above, Kerrie left the company, but she still lived and worked locally and we kept in touch, and continued having lots of sex. Then my employer took on a new van driver and this one was female. Quite tall, say about 5 foot 8, slim, not madly attractive but a nice person. Zoe and I got on as well as any other two co-workers but then on our last working day before Christmas, the company had a bit of a get-together in the office, bit of music, bit of booze, soft lighting etcetera.

Suddenly, as a slow number came on, Zoe dragged me into a dark corner for a smooch, and before I knew what was happening was giving me a huge snog! Our tongues explored each other hungrily, while our hands were all over the place. I resolved to see more of Zoe as soon as we returned after the holidays.

Well with one thing and another, progress was slow, but one day a few months later, Zoe was putting the van away before going home, and I happened to be standing there when she drove in. I opened the van door and helped her down, and she stepped straight into my arms! Out of sight of our colleagues, we stood there and enjoyed a big hug, so I decided it was time to ask her out.

“Well I haven’t got any money so I can’t go out,” she said, “But why don’t you come round this evening?”

When I got to the flat, Zoe’s brother Vic was there as he was shagging her flatmate Pam, but we didn’t see much of them, as first they went out for chips, then soon after getting back they went off to bed, so our cuddling on the sofa quickly turned into something else. It didn’t take me long to find out how much having her nipples sucked and chewed turned Zoe on and it was virtually no time before she’d got out the little camp bed and made it up on the living room floor. Our clothes were soon discarded, and we put the TV off, the lights out, and climbed in.

My fingers eased in and out of her delightfully tight pussy, and danced around her clit, while hers enclosed my throbbing cock. “Wow! You’re massive!” she exclaimed.

“No, I’m not, “ I said modestly. “You’ve just got small hands.”

“I haven’t, they’re huge – look,” she said, holding up what to me seemed like a perfectly normal pair of mitts.

Then she climbed on top of me, took hold of my erection, and gently guided it into her. What followed was really, really good. The bad news was that we only managed to repeat it once, because shortly after that she decided to move back to her hometown, and we lost touch.

Part 3 – Monica

A couple of months after Zoe’s departure, I was at my usual Thursday night haunt, a local rock disco. Stood on her own near the bar was a not unattractive blonde girl, whom I remembered noticing the week before, but hadn’t plucked up the courage to speak to. I decided not to make the same mistake this week, and introduced myself. Her name was Monica, she was fairly short, probably not much more than 5 foot 1 or 2, but close up I could see that she was quite pretty. Soon the live band came on, which gave us something to talk about, and as they were quite loud we moved to the chill-out area, where we continued to get on really well. For the rest of the evening we sat in a dark corner, snogging like mad.

When the place shut, before getting in my car to go home I walked her round to where she’d parked her bike, As we sat making out on a nearby park bench, a car full of drunks sped past, and one of them leaned out the window and yelled, “Give her one, I have!”

I said, “Friend of yours?” and she laughed. (She had a lovely musical laugh.) Naturally I arranged to see her again, and a few days later picked her up. We went to a firework display – I don’t remember what the event was – then decided to get away from the crowds, and ended up parked in a quiet spot – yes, the same one as in the first post in this thread, it features in quite a few of my stories.

In the back of my car (I’d changed it since the first post) we sat and kissed passionately, and I discovered how easy it was to remove her halter top. Monica had fantastic breasts; a perfect size for her height and build and the nipples were just as exquisite. While I was kissing and squeezing these, she was undoing my jeans and massaging Percy from root to tip. What’s sauce for the goose, I thought, soon her jeans were undone too and we lay side by side on the back seat, sending each other into waves of ecstasy.

There were a few nights like that but we never actually had sex, because one Thursday about a month later I turned up at the rock disco as usual, and she introduced me to her new boyfriend so that was it. I suppose we didn’t have much in common due to the age difference; I was nearly 24 and she’d just turned 18. But I thought she was really nice and have never forgotten her; her surname was Best so whenever people ask me, who was my favourite girlfriend, I can say, “I liked Monica Best.”

Part 4 – Elaine

During this period I was still fucking Kerrie fairly regularly, so I didn’t go short of the old nooky. Then a while after Monica, I answered a couple of personal ads in the local paper, from girls looking for partners. People used to do that sort of thing in those pre-internet days. Nothing came of either of them, but it gave me the idea of putting my own ad in. When I did, I got seven replies that I wanted to follow up on so I wrote back to them, gave them my phone number, and waited for the calls.

One eliminated herself by not phoning, and the first two I met were horrible. The next one, when I went to meet her, opened her front door, and the second she saw me said, “I don’t want to go out with you,” and shut it again! I said, “Fucking cow,” as I walked away, not caring if she heard.

By then I’d had enough. There were three left I still hadn’t seen, but I’d only arranged dates with two of them, so cancelled the third. The last one I met (I’ll come to the penultimate one in a minute) was called Amanda and she was an absolute smasher. Average height, dark hair, well dressed, lovely figure, very pretty and chatty, and even got on well with some friends of mine who dropped into the pub where we were meeting. They all loved her, and I thought the night had gone well. When she left she said she’d call me, but never did.

The night before, I had met Elaine. She was tall for a girl, 5 foot 8 she said, and a little older than me, claiming to be 30 (I was 27) but later admitting she was actually 32. She was reasonably attractive although rather shy.

The first night we went out we sat in a pub chatting or at least trying to, I could hardly get a word out of her. When we got in the car afterwards though, it was a different story! She grabbed me and stuck her tongue down my throat, and where her hands were going was nobody’s business. We went somewhere quiet (yes that same spot again!), where her tits came out and I enjoyed playing with them. They were a bit larger and droopier than I usually liked, but sucking and chewing them turned her on like you wouldn’t believe so who was I to complain?

I next took her out about a week later. Back in our quiet spot she wasted little time in getting my cock out and massaging it into a state of alertness. Unfortunately it was her time of the month so further activity wasn’t possible that night, or so I thought. Then she surprised me by producing a load of tissues, and proceeded to give me an expert hand job, which no woman had done for me at that point.

Over the next few weeks we progressed a lot more! Get Elaine on her own and all her inhibitions disappeared. She loved playing with my cock until it was erect, and had this thing she called ‘kissing the end of it’ in other words taking it in her mouth. I was a bit new at oral sex, but it was fun so I let her do it. She would keep saying, “You won’t come in my mouth, will you?” and I always said no but let’s be honest, that was something I couldn’t really guarantee!

Screwing her was interesting. For some medical reason connected with her past she was sterile, which was good because she couldn’t go on the pill and was allergic to rubber! However she was a bit strange and in the end we split up because of her extreme jealousy and possessiveness. If I couldn’t see her for any reason she always suspected I was with another woman and this became so intolerable that giving her the old heave-ho was the only option.

It was a shame she was so loopy, because in all honesty, she wasn’t a bad fuck.

Part 5 – Yvonne

I had a lean period for a few years after Elaine. I carried on boning Kerrie for a while then we drifted apart as described in the earlier post. Then one night I accompanied a friend to his photography club, and we all went to the pub after the meeting finished. I found myself sat opposite a very nice lady called Yvonne and we chatted away all night like old friends.

When we left she said, “Can I ask you a favour? Could you hang around until that guy over there has gone?”

I did so, under the pretence of helping her clean her car windows (it was a cold night, and they were starting to ice up). It was one of the other club members; she said she’d gone out with him for a while, he couldn’t accept it when they split up, and was still pestering her. (Bloody liar, I later found out he was her ex-husband.) Then she said, “Come and have a cup of coffee,” and I followed her home, where we sat chatting for another hour or two, arranged to meet again, and exchanged a kiss when I left. It was quite a chaste one, but held promise.

Yvonne was actually a fair bit older than me. I was 33; she was 41. But she was lovely. Only about 5 foot 3 but a cracking little body, quite an attractive face and medium-length honey-blonde hair. Have you seen my ‘Strip Trivial Pursuit’ thread in the ‘Fiction’ section?

https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=216346

Well, ‘Lynda’ in those stories is based on her, except I’ve made her a few years younger than my character.

We went out a couple of times then she invited me round for a meal. Afterwards we sat on her sofa making out, and somehow her top came off. (I keep having these strange accidents; I must be really clumsy.) Like a lot of girls with small tits, she had really sensitive nipples and anything I did with them drove her wild! Nothing further happened that night, but a few days later she invited me to stay for an entire weekend.

On the first night we went out for a drink, and carried on after arriving home. On the sofa, my top came off as well as hers and she was the girl who made me realise that having my nipples licked and chewed drove me as insane as it did her! We had several more drinks, by which time my head was really spinning, and I was worrying whether I’d be able to do anything.

Anyway, Yvonne now decided it was time for bed. While she was in the bathroom, I undressed and got in to wait for her. When she came back and had removed her make up, her lack of inhibitions inspired her to do an impromptu striptease at the foot of the bed. Even through the alcohol I could see what a gorgeous body she had, and when it slid in beside me the effects of the drink completely disappeared, as Yvonne replaced them with some effects of her own. She pulled me on top of her, pushed me inside, and I had the most fantastic fuck of my life. Or at least it would have been, had the one that followed it an hour or so later, not been even better.

Then we fell into a deep, satisfied and inebriated sleep. On waking the next morning, a repeat performance proved every bit as satisfying.

And that set the tone for the rest of the weekend, indeed my entire time with Yvonne, who described herself as a ‘randy sod.’ Only problem was, she was too randy for one man and I began to suspect there were others. After a bit of legwork and more than a little skulduggery, I discovered that my suspicions had in fact been correct and we soon parted.

But my time with an older and more experienced woman had taught me a lot, and these days if a woman tells me I’m good in bed I always think to myself, ‘thanks Vonny.’

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great stories!

Thanks raysallx - still more to come!

Ditto the girl I lost my virginity to.

She looks great, closing in on 60, but she's a mind melt, judging by the little conversation we had. A total right-wing, up her own arse mess.

I didn't pursue the thing and blocked her on FB.

Mine's the same! She's a total religious nut now, weird when I think what a right little slapper she was in her youth.

Her Facebook page is full of God stuff - if she ever posts any on my page I will block her, but I don't think she will, she knows my opinion on such matters.

We now live 200 miles apart, which makes her easier to tolerate.

Reminds me of the time I went out with a girl who eventually became a nun. :eek:

Don't tease us like this Diego! Tell us the story!

Hmmm...well, I got this virgin into bed and I promised I'd not take advantage. And being a gentleman, I was good as my word, although I'm fingering the fuck out of her, sucking her tits, and she's liking it.

And it transpires she's never seen a naked man before (again, we were both teenagers, and both inexperienced, although I'd had a few encounters by then so more experienced than her) so I hop out of bed, turn the light on in all my woody glory, and she does this deep, deep sigh thing.

'Turn the light off'.

So I do, and we go back to where we were. She's pleading with me to take her maidenhead. And eventually I do. Gently, sweetly, slowly, trying to make the experience as pleasurable for her as possible. I hope it was.

Anyway...we fuck a few more times but I'm a cruel, heartless bastard in my teens and move on (something I'm deeply ashamed of now, the way I would use women).

A couple of years later I'm at an art exhibition looking at this painting and someone taps me on the shoulder. It's a nun. A novice nun, but a nun nevertheless.

'Hi. Remember me?'

I didn't. Not because I'd find 'em, fuck 'em and flee, but because I don't recognise her with the headgear on.

She introduces herself and I almost faint. I could feel the blood draining through my face and down my body.

Thankfully I don't pass out and we then hold this surreal conversation about the only (!) sexual experience of the nun's life...with me.

It transpired that when she did her final school exams she decided that God was the way forward for her. I'm not knocking it. Everyone needs to find their own path in life be it as a lawyer, wife-swapper, butcher or nun.

'I'm glad I experienced a man before taking vows', she said. 'It makes me feel I can connect with people who might discuss physical love and relationships with me'. The conversation then took a religious/theological turn for about half an hour, but there was this twinkle in her eye when she talked about, in a strange, oblique manner, that night.

I didn't hear from her again after that night, but later heard she'd taken final vows and was at that time, the late 1990s, in a community of nuns in Italy. I even learned her nun-ly name, but I'll not add that to the post.

Hmm...
 

I can't resist the joke of saying her becoming a nun is not much of an endorsement of your love making! Ha.

Not the first time that has been said ! :D Nor 'at least she didn't become a lesbian after that' is another jibe I have poked at me in fun (at least, I think it's fun).

Part 6 – Tina

Strangely enough, my next conquest after Yvonne was much younger than me. I was 33 and Tina was 20. We met when our van driver was off sick and I was filling in for him, and at one of the places I delivered to, Tina came out of the office to sign the delivery note. She was very tall, very dark-haired, and very young! But also bloody tasty! Imagine Kate Bush circa 1980.

I did a couple more deliveries to her company that week, and discovered that she was only a temp and was to finish on the Friday. Realising we would probably then lose touch, I phoned and managed to speak to her, and asked her out. She said yes.

We went out for a few months, during which time nothing really happened. Indeed I almost went back to Yvonne, but on realising she hadn’t changed, stepped back from that brink.

Then one night it all came to a head. Tina and I had been sitting in a pub for hours, chatting away and I thought to myself, this is all very nice but let’s see some action. When I got her into the car to take her home, I said, “Come here,” gave her a very gentle kiss, and just carried on. I was determined not to stop! After a couple of minutes her lips parted, our tongues met, and the passion slowly increased until we were both really turned on.

We drove to That Place (again!) where I showed her how to operate the reclining seat (“Turn the knob on your side.” “I haven’t got a knob on my side.”).

As we kissed again, I caressed Tina’s magnificent mane of black hair with one hand, while the other hand slipped gracefully into her loose top to play with her nipples. She had quite large breasts, but being so tall would have looked silly with anything else. Suddenly I got a surprise; one hand was round me, but the other was undoing my belt and reaching into my jeans to massage my cock, which by this time was rock hard. My turn, I thought, and the fingers that were in her hair were now in her … other hair, and venturing into her oh-so-wet pussy.

“Mmmm, Everard, that feels so good,” she sighed. We didn’t go any further that night but it was only a couple more weeks before we found an even more private parking spot out in the country and were at it like rabbits. I was now getting the chance to put into practice what Yvonne had taught me, and Tina was enjoying the learning process. Like Yvonne though, she too would stray; often on her trips home (she came from a town about 100 miles away), she would meet up with an old boyfriend, lapse, and not seem to understand why I was unhappy when she came back and told me about it. Eventually she got pregnant (not by me) and moved away, so we lost touch.

I have occasionally posted stories about Tina here, and will collect some of them in the next post. In the meantime, though, you might like to go to the Fiction section and read my ‘Strip Trivial Pursuit’ thread …

https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=216346

… because ‘Gail’ in those stories is based on her (with a little bit of Chloe from my ‘Working Girls’ thread thrown in!), except I’ve made her a little older than my character. (Her name was inspired by the gorgeous Gail Russell.)

Part Seven – Tina (continued)

“My girlfriend’s got my sense of humour. She needs it; she hasn’t got one of her own.”

Over the years I’ve discovered that some women have a strange sense of humour, and many don’t have one at all. Mind you, these days I subscribe to the Oscar Wilde view; that the only thing worse than a woman without a sense of humour, is a woman with a sense of humour.

Here are three stories about Tina, two suggesting she did have one, the other suggesting she didn’t.


1:

One Saturday night we had a row. Tina had phoned me asking me to take her out, and I’d had to say no because I’d brought a lot of work home and had to complete it, besides which we’d already arranged to spend the day together on the Sunday anyway.

When I picked her up the next morning, things were still distinctly frosty. She’d thawed a little by lunchtime, after I’d taken her to a nice country pub and bought us a meal and some drinks. During the afternoon, we found a secluded spot to park, talked through the problem and forgot we’d ever quarrelled in the first place.

After we’d finished making up, we started making out. Our kissing and groping became ever more passionate, and before long we were in the back seat, what remained of our clothes was off, and I was being inserted into her tunnel of love. But by this time I was so excited that I came after about three thrusts! Fortunately Tina was very mature about it – we just had a good laugh and enjoyed the rest of the day.

I remembered thinking, thank god it wasn't Yvonne ... she'd have gone into an instant sulk and not spoken to me for a week.


2:

With me still living at home and her sharing a flat with two other girls, opportunities for privacy were a little hard to come by. It became our custom, particularly in the summer, to head out of the city to a country pub, where we would sit and wait for the sun to go down. Then when we’d decided it was dark enough, we’d drive down the road to a deserted lane, where we would park, strip off, and enjoy a few glasses of wine before getting down to some steamy ‘rampant sex’ – as the lady herself used to call it.

One night after we had done the deed, I felt the need to answer a call of nature and got out of the car. While relieving myself I heard some shuffling, followed by a loud click. And when I tried to get back in … I couldn’t. She’d locked me out.

So there I was, twenty miles from home, stuck outside the car in a country lane where anyone could walk or drive past at any time, and not a stitch on. (25 years before I became a naturist!) I spent a very uncomfortable few minutes trying to persuade Tina to let me back in (during which time she was jumping up and down laughing, sounding the horn and flashing the lights) and making a supreme effort not to let her know how annoyed I was. Eventually, she unlocked the door. (She couldn’t drive so at least I knew she wasn’t going to shoot off and leave me stranded.)

A week or so later we were back in the same spot and once more, I got out. And once more, I heard the click. This time I simply let myself back in using the spare key I’d had cut the day before, hidden in the door pocket, and picked up as I got out. What puzzled me, though, was that I never attempted to lock her out of the car in similar circumstances. Perhaps I’m just not as mean as she was!


3:

She once told me about a friend of hers whose boyfriend came round to visit her, and when she opened the door to him, she had no top on. I thought, ‘well that story’s a bit tame, isn’t it? Nothing remotely interesting there.’

But I said, “I bet you wouldn’t do that.”

She said, “I bet I would.”

I said, “A pound says you wouldn’t.” (This was in the 80s, a pound was worth a lot more than it is now.)

She said, “Right.”

I was on a roll now, because I’d just remembered something that I was pretty sure she had forgotten. So I said, “Furthermore, I bet you two pounds you wouldn’t come to the door … with nothing on.”

A few days later I called round to have lunch with her and when the door opened she was hiding behind it. As soon as I was in and she shut it, I could see why. There she stood in all her glory, completely naked. And I do mean glory; remember she was 5 foot 10 and quite curvy.

Then I said, “You remember that two pounds you owe me? Well, you don’t owe me it any more.” Tina said nothing, but I could see by her expression that she was decidedly not happy.

(She was quite happy to stay naked the entire lunch hour though, and for us to fuck each other’s brains out before I went back to work.)

Part Eight – Nez

A few years back I thought I’d give Match.com a try. I contacted a few ladies and met one or two, although nothing special happened at first. But then there was Nez. She was Turkish and ten years younger than me, and we spent a while talking to each other before deciding to meet.

She turned out to be tall, dark and absolutely bloody drop dead gorgeous with beautiful pale brown eyes I could willingly lose myself in forever. And a fantastic slim body, elegantly shown off by a pale yellow blouse, medium length black skirt and high-heeled suede boots when we met for our first date. This was lunch in a pub, after which we stayed there chatting for ages, and eventually got asked to leave as it was 3 in the afternoon and they wanted to shut. It was a nice hot summer day so we had a walk down the road, during which I got a little bolder and was holding her hand, and by the time we reached the nearby park had an arm round her. We sat on a bench and cuddled but there she drew the line; saying “no kiss today.”

Then I walked her back to her flat, and was unexpectedly invited in. While I went to use the loo Nez took the opportunity to change and emerged, looking just as sexy as before, in black jeans and a bright green sweater.

While she made coffee we stood in the kitchen, casually chatting … but suddenly she put down the pot, came over to where I was, and gave me the longest, deepest and sexiest kiss I’ve ever had! I went hard as a rock immediately and she was holding me so tightly she must have noticed.

We managed to finish making the coffee somehow and were now sat on her sofa, enjoying more of those massive kisses. My tongue started working lower and when it reached her collarbone she got really excited and didn’t say a word when my hand went inside her loose top to find a hardening nipple. Pretty soon it was both hands, the top and bra were off and she was removing my shirt, so now it was two bare fronts pressing hard together. Then she got on top and straddled me, even through two lots of clothing I could feel her red-hot pussy grinding into my erection as we dry humped. In fact if we both hadn’t had to work that evening ... who knows what would have followed.

A day or so later, back on Nez’s sofa, we had a long chat and decided it had been good that we hadn’t done anything on that previous occasion. She said she had only ever had sex on a first date once, and I said me too (Kerrie), and that didn’t really count because I had already known the girl in question for a year before we started going out.

Nez held me really tightly, gave me a smouldering look with those lovely eyes and said, in that wonderful exotic accent, “Promise me you will not wait year!”

She was working that night – she was an agency nurse – so I waited until she had changed into her uniform, in which she looked really hot (I said “You can examine me any time you like!”), then gave her a lift to the hospital where she was working. On the way she was being a little naughty and her hands were going into some interesting places. I had to remind her that I needed to concentrate, and that the headline, ‘Driving Instructor Crashes Through Shop Front,’ would not look good in the local paper.

When we arrived she realised she was early and didn’t need to start for half an hour, so we found a quiet corner of the car park and sat making out for a while.

After such a good start, our next meeting was a disappointment. She had gone off the idea, and I was on my own yet again.

Part Nine – some more stories about my first girlfriend Vicky:

As you may know, Vicky was featured in my “My First Few Times” thread on here. I have more to add to that and promise that one day I will get round to it, but in the meantime here’s a little taster.


When I’d been going out with Vicky for a few months, and we’d only had sex once or twice, we went to stay at her parents' place for the weekend; a huge house built on three floors. We weren’t going to add to our score there though; too many people coming and going. She had 3 younger brothers and there was also a young girl of about 18 called Olivia who worked in Vicky’s parents’ business, staying in the house. Vicky’s eldest brother Zac, who was also 18, lusted after Livvy morning noon and night but she already had a boyfriend so this was a source of much frustration for him.

He wasn’t the only one. We were getting frustrated too being in close proximity all the time and being unable to do anything about it! The first night I was there, it wasn’t too bad as we were still settling in (unlike brother Zac who spent the entire evening lying on his bed with headphones on, staring into space). The next evening though, things got interesting. We’d been together the entire day, but never alone, until almost bedtime when, in the room I shared with Zac, Vicky got very frustrated, holding me so tightly I thought she was going to break my spine! She was now feeling really randy, but with one or other of the family liable to burst in at any moment, couldn’t do anything about it.

The following night it was my turn to get frustrated due to seeing Vicky looking bloody gorgeous in her white nightgown. After the parents had gone to bed, she sneaked me into Zac’s room where the passion increased to fever pitch, until our frenzied making out was terminated by Zac coming to bed. (He didn’t help matters by lending me his copy of ‘In Praise Of Older Women’!)



Our second visit was much more enjoyable. We theorised that if, the next morning, we both stayed in bed until everyone had gone off to their allotted tasks, we might get a little time alone, and I could slip into Vicky’s room and wake her in the most enjoyable way possible. When we tried it, it worked a treat!

Then after lunch, when everyone had gathered and then dispersed again, she said, “They won’t be back for hours yet. Fancy a bath?” Just try stopping me! It was a bit cramped with two in one bath, of course, but that didn’t matter because within minutes we were so turned on that we had to get out, dry each other off and shag ourselves senseless on the floor! By this time we were so bathed in sweat, we had to get back in and have another bath, at which point Zac knocked on the door, so I told him I’d soon be out, and did he know where Vicky was? He said no and departed without ever twigging I was not alone, but gave us an even worse scare the following day.

Vicky was in a sleeping bag on the spare bed in youngest brother Nick’s room, across the landing from me. I awoke to find the house empty so crept over. It was the work of a moment to unzip the bag and slide in … in more ways than one.

"Oohhh, Everard, what a lovely way to be woken up!" she purred, putting her arms round my neck and giving me a long, deep, passionate kiss. We began moving together. But a few minutes later we heard footsteps coming up the stairs - it was Zac!

We were so shocked and surprised, we couldn't move. Anyway there was no time. Then for some reason, he didn't come in; he turned the other way, went somewhere else and soon went out of the house. Not that that did my blood pressure any good - I was on top and couldn't see the open door, so was convinced he actually had come in! I was only able to relax when Vicky assured me that he hadn't.

We never did find out why he'd come back.



Vicky and I had been out for the evening and I was dropping her off at the nurses' home where she lived. We were early so sat in my car and made out for a while.

I was in the passenger seat, she in my lap, and under her long dress, she undid my pants, took out my member and rubbed it till it was rock-hard. So I slid her knickers down and returned the favour by fingering her pussy. It wasn't long before it was really wet so I slipped inside her.

She said, "Must we?" I said, "Yes, I must."

There were people walking past but inside the car, in the dark and hidden by the dress, we were all but invisible.

Unfortunately that was the last time I fucked her because she broke up with me a couple of weeks later. I sometimes wonder if she was a bit disgusted that I dared to do it in such a public place!