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.”
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