My First Love

This all happened some years ago. I moved in with three other girls in a house in the old part of town. Across the street was a couple, he was a pilot and was gone half of the time. The wife caught me outside and we talked for a while. A few days later she invited me to go to the art fair. Another time to help with the special Olympics in our town. We became friends. She was 27 and I was 22 and she was bored and lonely, and we did what you never think of, starting with taking a bath together.

Neither one of us was really gay, but the thought of it turned me on and she was too good to be true, nice everything. We moved on to watching late movies when her husband was out of town, naked under the covers until the wetness got us lapping up pussy juice and kissing nipples. On and on, for a full year.

She told me one day when we were setting up to eat strawberries and whipped cream out of our pussies that she had told her husband and he wanted a 'piece' of me. At that time I had no interest in a man, I was completely into her. She begged and to please her I agreed. He was not nice, gentle, he was all wolf and I was the lamb and when he let me go I felt like I had been run over. Once was enough.

One afternoon she told me her husband had accepted a job flying for Frontier Airlines and they were moving to Denver. It took me a very long time to stop crying. I realized I was in love with her. It was another three years before I met a girl to get along with and another ten years before I let another man have sex with me. She was my first love.