[jiinx81]

When I was much younger, I lived in a second-floor apartment that had a coin-operated laundry in the basement. I hadn't lived there long before I bumped into a couple about my age whose apartment was in the basement. The guy (Bruce) was about 5-10, slender, and I guess, handsome. His girl friend (Mary) was cute, with long beautiful red hair, and C or D cup tits. Far from skinny without being fat, she was about 5'6" tall and weighed maybe 125 pounds. Since none of us had much money, we didn't go to bars much, but they always seemed to have weed around and were happy to share it. For my part, I moonlighted at a Pizza Hut and would usually bring home a pizza that was ordered but not picked up by closing time. We drank a lot of Budweiser long necks, because the returnable bottles made it cheaper.

We spent a lot of time in each other's places, listening to music, smoking weed and talking about fucked-up situations we encountered in life but couldn't do anything about. Great fun. Both Mary and Bruce were smart and good conversationalists. Mary went braless most of the time, but that happened more often than not with young women in casual settings in those days. I didn't have much of an opportunity to enjoy a downblouse or much of an upshorts peek, because her choice of clothes were fairly mundane.

One day I got home a couple of hours late from my "real" job , and Mary was waiting for me. We went into my apartment and I asked her where Bruce was. She said "beer first, story later." I popped a couple of long necks and we sat down in the kitchen. After she took a long pull on her beer, she told me that Bruce was gone. They didn't break up over any differences, he just left for a new job in another state without letting her know in advance, and he just quit his job and left without notice. (This made it awkward for her because they worked at the same company and they accused her of knowing he was leaving and didn't tell them, but it worked out for her.)

We kicked that around a little, because that seemed out of character for him. Then she added that she didn't know what she was going to do, since it was his apartment and that she didn't want to move back in with her mom. I told her that she was welcome to stay at my place until she sorted things out, and she hugged me and nearly cried. She said that she had to have all her things out of their apartment that day, and asked if I would help her with that. I agreed, of course. She didn't have much more than clothes, so it was just a few trips up and down the stairs until all her stuff was in my apartment.

By then we were both tired, and I had to work both jobs the next day. I told her that she could sleep in the bed, and I would make myself comfortable on the living room floor. She tried to decline and take the floor herself, but I wouldn't hear of it. So off we went to our respective nests. After about 15 minutes of trying (unsuccessfully) to get comfortable, I poked my head in the bedroom and asked if it would be OK if I slept in the bed with her, but I would stay on my side. She sat up, whipped off her tee shirt, and said "I thought you were never going to come to bed." I took off my underwear (I usually slept nude) and got into the bed and into her embrace and kiss.

There wasn't a lot of preliminaries before we consummated our new relationship. The next morning we took more time for play, and I got my first look at her beautiful body. Her tits were not as firm as a smaller-breasted woman of her age would be, but they were still very nice. She looked like she just came in from the Irish coumtryside, with her light red hair and freckles. Her areolae were very pale, nearly the shade of her breasts, with nice medium nipples that would get erect easily. She had wispy pubic hair, which in those days when few women shaved (and none waxed) made her pussy look extraordinary, because what hair she had hid very little of her sweet little pussy. I was late for work that morning, and called my Pizza Hut job and told them that I couldn't make it in that evening.

We spent the evening and most of the night exploring each other's body and having sex repeatedly. During one rest interval we started talking about the night before, when she showed up at my door. She told me that she had been attracted to me from the moment we met, but that she wouldn't have shown it as long as she and Bruce were an item. When Bruce left her in the lurch she said that her first thought was sharing a bed with me. (I don't know if that was BS, as the lady could tell a good yarn when she wanted to. But I took her at her word.)

We had a good relationship for a few months, but while the sex was good and we got along great, we just didn't have the feelings of love for each other that make long-term relationships work. Neither of us had used the "L" word.

One day she told me that she was moving out. I offered to help her, but she said that she had it under control. I asked her if there was some way I could reach her if I needed to, but she just told me that wouldn't be OK. She said that she had previously had a relationship with another woman, and the two of them bumped into each other and had decided that they should try getting back together. The other woman was gay, but knew that Mary was bisexual. But the other woman didn't want to know about her straight relationships, or even think about them.

Mary and I had a couple of interesting adventures while we were together. If I can find the time, I'll write them up and put them in the relevant topic.