My First Time (Spacing Corrected) - Sex Stories

My First Time (Spacing Corrected)

... open to allow a breeze to circulate through the bedrooms. I peeked in to see him dressed and making the bed. I stepped into the room, wearing my pajamas. In an instant he embraced me, and without hesitation, slid his hands under my pajama tops and up my back. For several minutes, he ran his hands over my back. He paid special attention to the place where my bra would hook if I were wearing one. "Unless you want to go a whole lot further, you better go get dressed." I kissed him and heeded his advice. The next two months were filled with daily letters back and forth. In those days, we never considered a telephone call due to the expense relative to our meager incomes. Dean worked six days a week, ten to twelve hours, and I worked a second shift job doing computer key punch work. One weekend, my sister and her family were visiting from Texas. I was helping with dinner preparations one Saturday night around July 4. I heard a car drive in, but since we were expecting the entire family I didn't pay any attention. One of my sisters said there was someone at the door for me. I couldn't imagine who could be at the door, but went anyway. There was Dean! He hadn't told me he was coming, just decided on the spur of the moment to drive down for the weekend. It was a great time, getting reacquainted. We spent every spare moment together, but with family around all the time we had no privacy at all. I could tell that Dean longed to get his hands on me, and at the level of my feelings, I ...

... was kind of glad that we were somewhat restricted in our time alone. We didn't see each other again for nearly six weeks. One evening I got a call from Dean. His roommate from college was being married in northern Kansas. It was about half way between where we were living. He was planning to drive down if I could catch a ride up with some of the other kids from school. I took Friday night off from work, and caught a ride with friends. We arrived late Friday evening. Dean was already at the home of mutual friends who lived close to the church. Our friends made room for me on their couch, and Dean was to be put up at another friend’s home. They assumed we would probably come in late, so made arrangements for us to get in without them having to come to the door. We drove to a country road, and started necking. Our passion was at a fever pitch, and little time was wasted getting into a serious clinch. We cuddled for a couple of hours, but didn't do much but kiss and cuddle. We were both tired from the trip, and didn't want to come in too late. The wedding was early the next evening, and was all over by half past eight. Dean & I left as soon as it was politely possible. We quickly drove to a deserted stretch of road. It was obvious that it was used only by farmers during the day, and rarely if ever saw traffic at night. Dean stopped the car and took me in his arms. The side of the road had been mowed just a week or so before, and appeared to be fairly smooth. Dean got a blanket out ...