Chula Vista Dreaming (part four) - Sex Stories

Chula Vista Dreaming (part four)

The weather was changing quickly. Our summers were dry and hot, and we often had brush fires around the county. Our wet season was most people's cold winter. I don't know if anyone had ever seen snow in town. I didn't have any memory of that. I had only seen snow once when Dad took us up into the mountains east of us. Mount Laguna was supposed to have snow almost every winter. I suppose it did. They said if we were getting rain, then there was snow on Mount Laguna. We didn't really take too many trips except to go fishing. Dad loved to fish, but I hadn't gone with him in some time now. Now I was finished with high school, and I was making plans to start attending San Diego State College in the fall. I was registered for all of my courses. Maggie, my youngest stepsister, had helped me get it all straight, because she was going there already -- not in the summer, but she had completed her freshman year. She was working and could still pay for her room in the house near the campus. I still had the second bedroom all to myself, since Maggie was gone, and Sheila was with her husband, Jason. She was having a baby. I found out on the day I graduated high school. Something was going on there, but no one would talk about it. I guess I was still the baby in the family. Well, not really. My stepmother, Cindy, had finally come to the conclusion that I was an adult now. Several weeks had passed since Cindy and I had finally made love. What I should just say is, we fucked. It was the ...

... most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me. Cindy had let me please her. I know I had, because she was still coming to me for sex. At least once every week now. She often cried afterwards, but she said it was because she was so happy. She had missed making love to a man for such a long time. Since I was home most of the time now, and Dad was working during the day, we could play as much as we wanted. But she still had chores to do. And she told me once that she didn't want to wear me out. That was funny. I had a hard on almost all the time when she was around. This morning I decided that Cindy might perhaps need some nearness. I know I did. I got up late, being a little lazy, but no one had complained yet. Besides, I had my part time job at the San Diego Country Club. I worked about fifteen or twenty hours a week. It was really here in Chula Vista. It had been since 1921, they said. I think it started in San Diego in the 1890s. I was learning to play, and working there allowed me to get in a round or two during the week. I still had to rent clubs though. We couldn't afford a set. I also got to see some pretty good players. The caddies, and some of the adult members, talked about Billy Casper and Gene Littler maybe going pro. They were local guys. And we also had our own open tournament, the San Diego Open. However, I wasn't working today. I woke up with a stiff cock, like always. But now I didn't always have to jack off. I had Cindy to be my sweet lover. And she was very ...