I Met That Girl,

I remained virgin thru no fault if my own. When I was a young school girl I was petrified. When I was in high school I was above it. In college, there were no men. Went into the corporate world, all the men were married. In my early thirties I experimented with another virgin girl. No, I wasn't gay.

In my mid thirties I went to a baby shower for a coworker, and hitched a ride with her brother, who had been told I was a virgin, and his mission was to pop my cherry. He took me to a hot bar where girls danced in short shirts, commando, flashing their intimates. I was mesmerized by this one girl, and I wanted to kiss her coochie. I followed her into the bathroom and introduced myself and told her that watching her only made me want to dance with her.

We danced the rest of the evening, and I went home with her and kissed her sweaty pussy. All that kissing and savoring her gave me an orgasm, after which she took over. At that time I was so happy I had experimented before and I didn't act stup!d.

We dated a few more times, she told me she had this boyfriend of sorts, and he wanted to meet me. We met him at an outdoor restaurant, and he took my cherry, before working her over. The feelings between us kept us out of his reach, and we played house together. We went dancing a lot, flashing our intimates, but never went home with someone we met there.

It's been a couple of years now, and we are a lot more serious. Her ex boyfriend calls but we give him the cold shoulder. As far as that goes, once was enough for me. Watching her dance for me reminds me, that for me kissing those lips us what it's all about.