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Straight Male / 54
That Girl Has Never Released Me
I was in a car wreck, a truck hit us broadside and our car went off the bridge. In the water upside down I knew it was all over. But the creek was down and the car wasn't underwater. We were recovered a half hour later by a wrecker driver and a passerby. The truck was still on the road, the only fatality from a heart attack. The trucking company at first tried to blame us, but in time the investigation proved the truck hit us.
I spent weeks in the hospital, my father was released earlier with broken bones that weren't as damaging. My situation was worse and would take months before I could walk again. It was during those months that I decided to go back to college, I was 24.
I limped with the help of a cane, lived on soda crackers and peanut butter. I lived alone in a cheap apartment. At school, a 24 year old freshman, I met an 18 year old girl in class. She was taken with my situation and wanted to play wife. She came over to do the wash, to cook, to clean and dust. She was uninhibited, a woman in that sense, sex was never enough. Whether I liked it or not I was her boyfriend.
She wore these amazing breasts, bigger than I deserved, she floated them over my head, my face, my chest, my dick. It was her game, giving me a breast massage. She loved to straddle my chest and rub her pussy up and down my chest. And she liked to fuck. Eventually I was put in the firing line to get married.
I had to break away, and continued on course to finish college and get my life moving forward, eventuality marrying a nice woman. But today, and all these years later, I still love that girl, and although fond enough, I have never loved my wife. And, have never found sex and intimacy as pleasing as I did with my freshman girlfriend.
I spent weeks in the hospital, my father was released earlier with broken bones that weren't as damaging. My situation was worse and would take months before I could walk again. It was during those months that I decided to go back to college, I was 24.
I limped with the help of a cane, lived on soda crackers and peanut butter. I lived alone in a cheap apartment. At school, a 24 year old freshman, I met an 18 year old girl in class. She was taken with my situation and wanted to play wife. She came over to do the wash, to cook, to clean and dust. She was uninhibited, a woman in that sense, sex was never enough. Whether I liked it or not I was her boyfriend.
She wore these amazing breasts, bigger than I deserved, she floated them over my head, my face, my chest, my dick. It was her game, giving me a breast massage. She loved to straddle my chest and rub her pussy up and down my chest. And she liked to fuck. Eventually I was put in the firing line to get married.
I had to break away, and continued on course to finish college and get my life moving forward, eventuality marrying a nice woman. But today, and all these years later, I still love that girl, and although fond enough, I have never loved my wife. And, have never found sex and intimacy as pleasing as I did with my freshman girlfriend.
