Sincerely, For the First Time - Sex Stories

Sincerely, For the First Time

I was shaken awake by the flight attendant, informing me we were going to land soon. The guy sitting next to me frowned deep into his paperback, doing his best to pretend I didn't exist. I wondered if I had snored too loudly while I slept. Soon, I felt the plane start to fall out of the sky. It was the worst part of flying. I clutched the arm rests and concentrated on the seat-back in front of me. The guy next to me had turned his attention to what was going on outside the window. The prospect of a fiery crash wasn’t the only thing making me nervous. In fact, I thought maybe it would be preferable to what was waiting for me when we landed. I had just traveled across the country on the Memorial Day weekend for my ten year university reunion. That in itself wasn’t a problem. The problem’s name was Kelly, a five-seven, gorgeous, athletic, blonde, with small but pert breasts, and a firm ass. Let me explain how things were the last time I was here: Ever since Kelly had let me look off her notes in freshman history at Clinton State University, I had had a crush on her. I was kind of a shy kid, and didn’t really know how to talk to women in those days, so I kept my distance always the friendly boy, secretly wishing I was the boyfriend. We ended up moving into the same rented house together with four other guys: Jeff, Pete, Kevin, and Cab. The six of us became really close, kind of like family. You have no idea what kind of torture it was living with Kelly. She'd come out of the ...

... shower still wet, dressed only in a towel. I'd also be naked under my own thin bathrobe, heading towards the bathroom. We'd squeeze past each other in the narrow hallway, briefly, awkwardly, smiling apologetically, as our bodies were forced to press together separated only by a couple of layers of terry cloth. Each time this happened, my heart ached with longing. But then, the moment passed. She'd pad along in bare feet towards her bedroom, and I'd trudge on towards the shower in frustration to rub one out in salute to what might have been. It was torture, but I'd be lying if I said that I didn't time my showers for just that moment. After we moved in together, I reached the conclusion that Kelly was simply out of bounds. The magnanimous reason was that if I pursued my feelings with her, it could seriously throw off the dynamics of the house. And if for some reason it didn’t work out, I didn't know if we could we all still live together harmoniously. It could be devastating to our friends, possibly forcing them to choose between me or her. But of course, that was just the bullshit I told myself so I could tolerate being around her. The truth of it is that I lacked, as Pete liked to say, the testicular fortitude to do anything about it. This was painfully proven to me when Kevin and Kelly started dating. And nothing bad happened. At least not overtly. I was completely miserable, of course. Kelly and I were like best friends, but I knew it would never be anything more than that. ...