Remembering Carla And How She Taught Me To Be A 'man'

I was discharged from the Army and returned to my home town. I was 22 and still a virgin. I just never had it to get some girl to like me enough. I went out one night alone, and went to this bar on the bypass and sat alone with a beer. It was mostly older men sitting at the bar. The waitress stopped by to refill my glass and we started talking. She asked me it I was waiting for someone and I said yes but I had no idea who.

She took me home with her to a trailer park and I had my first sex. She was very understanding and used her hand to point my dick at the right place. She rode me, and slapped me around with her tits, basically she was the one who initiated and I just managed to get off. I became her regular boyfriend and she taught me about different ways to have sex. She bought magazines of different kinds to see what I liked and what girls I thought were hot. She liked a certain type of girl, and she would tell me that if that girl was there with her she would fuck her, ha ha. She liked reading out loud from the confessions section.

One day I stopped going to the bar, I just never went again and I never saw or talked to her again. I got a job working for a bank and a man there convinced me to go to college. I went to the small college that I could commute to and eventually got a degree in finance and became a full time staff member at the bank. I met a cashier there and we got married and lived the normal middle class life. Our kids are done with college, moved onto their lives and we live a quiet life.

But at night now, I remember Carla from the bar on the bypass that is long gone. I wonder if she remembers me, I must have been a pitiful pup to her, and if she ever got 'that' girl for her to fuck.