Sincerely, For the First Time - Sex Stories

Sincerely, For the First Time

... and there was no reason I should be stuck in a hotel, they argued. I finally relented. I figured that we were all older, and more mature. At least having Kevin around would remind me that Kelly was a married to one of my best college friends. Now... We picked up my suitcase, made our way to the parking lot, and began driving back from the airport into Clinton City. All along the way we made easy small talk, catching up on each others’ lives, gossiping about friends. Apparently, most of our friends attending the reunion had already arrived the day before. Some of them brought husbands and wives. Some had kids, even. It was hard to imagine. As we drove, I made an effort not to notice that Kelly’s skirt had been gradually riding up, revealing her well toned thighs. I told myself I was acting like a stupid teenager, and just imagining things. However, as we neared her house, I began to worry about arriving and having to get out of the car sporting more than the beginnings of a hard-on. I strategically moved my hands to my lap to cover it. If Kelly noticed anything was strange, she didn’t indicate it. When we finally arrived at her house, she simply got out of the car, straightened her skirt and announced, “We’re here.” I'd managed to will the boner away by meditating on a boring documentary about bridge construction I'd seen a couple of nights ago. Still, if this was any sign of what my visit would be like, I knew I was in for a nightmare of a weekend. Kelly showed me around ...

... the house, telling me to consider it like my own home while I was there. As we toured the place, I couldn’t help but smirk at the thought wondering what that might entitle me to. “What are you smiling about?” Kelly asked. “Nothing,” I answered. She shrugged, and continued the tour. The house was a modest two-story place, tastefully decorated. It was a far cry from the movie posters, lava lamps, and mismatched furniture of our school days. “Looks like you’ve really developed a relationship with Pier 1,” I said as we concluded the tour in their bedroom, and jokingly added, “Sellout.” “Shut up,” She retorted. “Ha. Well, I’m sure if you saw my place, you’d probably wonder about my new-found fondness for Swedish furniture.” “You? Weren’t you the guy who laid a plywood board across a couple of stereo speakers instead of buying a proper coffee table?” “Yeah, well...” I laughed. “After you get to a certain age, the chicks just don’t dig improvised furniture like they used to.” “I thought it was pretty smart, actually,” Kelly said, smiling flirtatiously. “Lazy, but smart.” For a minute no one said anything, and we just stood there considering each other, sizing each other up. We had ended the tour in their bedroom. Her bedroom. I felt like if something didn’t happen to break the tension between us, I was likely to go crazy and do something drastic. But I could think of nothing but the impossibility of throwing Kelly on the bed and kissing her hard. Finally, Kelly asked, “Are you tired ...