A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 3

... gave me a blowjob, and then another one, and then we had sex. I actually had sex!” kept running through my mind. To my previously completely inexperienced self, this was an impossible thought. I was painfully shy with girls and had in fact not even been kissed in passion before that afternoon. Also, I had grown up just a bit overweight. Not too much, but enough to influence my self-image so that I thought of myself as pudgy and unattractive no matter what the reality actually was. That summer had seen me hurl myself into a grueling daily exercise regimen, a preparation for college. My body had improved dramatically, but my sense of my own attractiveness had lagged far behind. I fell asleep early, my mind and body exhausted from the turmoil of the day, and woke up late. By the time I did wake up, my parents had gone to work, and my brothers had gone out to do whatever it was that they would do, most likely go to baseball card stores all day. It was past ten, later than I usually went up to the roof gym and pool for my daily workout. Somehow, in my groggy state, it took me until I started swinging my legs over the side of my bed that I remembered. I’d had sex with Kristina! But that was impossible. It had to have been a dream. As I awoke completely, I realized it had been real, even as the sense of impossibility lingered. And she had said she wanted me to “visit” her again today, which was made my heart race, and my cock harden. I stroked my erection lazily, until it occurred ...

... to me that perhaps it was best not to waste an orgasm now that I could save for later with Kristina, which was a kind of thought I’d never had the fortune to have had before. I resolved to go upstairs to work out, and so I pulled swim trunks over my erection and packed my gym bag and grabbed my towel. On the elevator ride up to the forty-second floor pool level, it struck me that Kristina would almost certainly be there, and the thought was exciting but also terrifying. I felt my pulse quicken and my heart pound in my chest as the elevator passed the fortieth floor and quickly reached the last stop. Somehow, the thought of encountering her and interacting with her “in real life,” as opposed to the Eden of her apartment, was disconcerting. Would we pretend nothing had happened? We had to, in public, for we had agreed this had to be a secret. Could I pull it off? When I got to the pool area, I looked around and saw she was not there. The pool was enclosed, but just outside the large glass doors was the deck for sunbathing, which was deserted. Not uncommon for it to be quiet on a Monday morning, but strange that it was empty. The pool was quiet as well, but there were a few other people doing laps, and the lifeguard of course was on duty in his chair, facing the pool, his back to the sun deck. I did my laps quickly, smoothly, managing to empty my mind. After an hour or so, tiring, I decided to lie out in the sun for a while before hitting the gym. I brought my bag with me and ...