Sincerely, For the First Time - Sex Stories

Sincerely, For the First Time

... Kevin had made his move, and Kelly had chosen him. There wasn’t a goddamn thing I could do about it. What’s more, I couldn’t even hate him. Kevin was one of those instantly likeable guys, who made friends easily wherever he went. When he ‘took’ Kelly away from me, it wasn’t that he was being an asshole or anything, it was just a natural thing, two people falling in love. They were really a great couple together. They made each other happy. And as much as I hated it, I was happy for them both, too. Kelly and Kevin got married soon after we graduated. Kevin got an internship at an accounting firm in Clinton City. Kelly, who was always a tomboy, eager to play street hockey or football with the rest of the guys, went on to become an elementary gym teacher. The rest of us gradually scattered across the country, each in pursuit of our own careers. We kept in touch sporadically, over Facebook, but mostly we went our separate ways. “Andy?” The voice from behind me stirred me out of my thoughts. It was instantly familiar, and I spun around to find the smiling face that went with it standing a few feet away. “Kelly!” I shouted. She hardly seemed to have aged physically, though her fashion sense gave her a new aura of maturity. She was wearing a dress made of some light summer material that came down to just above her knees, and showed a playful but not tasteless amount of cleavage. Her blonde hair, which had been shoulder length and wild the last time I had seen her, was now cropped ...

... neatly to follow the line of her jaw. The overall effect was very teacher-ish, in a hot kind of way. “It’s so great to see you,” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around me. “Yeah, it’s been a long time,” I agreed, returning the hug. “You look great.” “You too,” she responded. I had never really been the most physically fit guy, but I'd quit smoking a couple of years ago, and started getting regular exercise. I never thought it had really been that effective, but I guess maybe those hours at the gym had paid off after all. Still, I knew I'd changed since the last time I'd set foot in Clinton City. My hair was shorter, my face older, and I'd traded vintage band T-shirts for button-downs. In the past ten years, I'd somehow turned into an adult. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get your bags.” “So, where’s Kevin? Working?” I asked as we walked to the baggage claim carousel. “Uh, yeah,” she answered a little awkwardly. “Kevin’s been really busy lately. He’s the regional manager now, you know.” “Wow, that’s great!” “Yeah, but it means he has to travel a lot. They sent him to, uh, Darlund this weekend.” “Shit!” I said. “So he’s gonna miss the whole reunion?” “‘fraid so.” She said, and gave me a cute little frown. I imagined it was the same sort of frown she gave to her students when they fell down and skinned their knees in her phys-ed class. “That sucks.” When we first started planning this reunion, months ago, Kelly and Kevin insisted that I should stay with them. They had extra room, ...