Sincerely, For the First Time - Sex Stories

Sincerely, For the First Time

... from your flight?” “Huh?” The question was on such a totally different track from what I’d been thinking about that it took me a minute to realize what she meant. She gave me a look that seemed to say, ‘you’re not seriously being this stupid are you?’ Finally the gears clicked into place, “Uh, yeah. I mean, no. I’m good. I slept on the plane.” “Alright, cool,” she said. “A bunch of people were planning on hanging out at Kingswood park, this afternoon. Why don’t you let me get changed, and we can go meet up with them for a bit.” “Sure,” I said. I’d always gone where ever she wanted me to go. Led around like a little loyal puppy dog. Even after ten years, I guess she still had that power over me. “Okay, so, um, go now, and let me change,” She said a little impatiently after I had stood there in her bedroom being idiotically agreeable for a minute. “Oh. Yeah. Okay.” I said, feeling embarrassed. What the hell was wrong with me? “Sorry.” “Why don’t you wait for me in the kitchen?” she suggested. I stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me, and went downstairs to the kitchen. I grabbed myself a can of Coke from the fridge. Waiting, I gazed around at the clean counters, the shelf of cook books, the wine rack with more than a few bottles of wine just sitting there. They never would have survived long in the old days. But then again in the old days, we’d never have bought wine anyway. I began looking around to see what else they had stocked in the kitchen. Call it snooping ...

... if you want, but I was bored with nothing else to do. I opened one drawer after another, until I came across something that made me stop in my tracks. Half buried under a pair of oven mitts was a dildo. It wasn’t huge like some of the billy-clubs you see in porn videos, but slapping it against the palm of my hand, it did look and feel realistic. Not that I’m a dildo expert or anything, but it seemed like it was obviously of a much higher quality than your average plastic dong. As I was admiring the craftsmanship of the thing, I heard Kelly’s footsteps coming down the stairs. Quickly, I tossed the dildo back into the drawer and slammed it shut. I spun around, just as she entered the kitchen. “Hey,” she said. “Whatcha doing?” “Just looking for a glass,” I lied. “Oh, they’re over here.” Kelly had changed out of her dress and into an old Pearl Jam concert T-shirt and a pair of very short shorts. As she crossed the floor, opened a cupboard, and reached up to grab a glass, I got a good look at how those tight shorts firmly cupped the round cheeks of her little ass. There was no sense of teacher left in her now. She was back to being the old carefree Kelly I remembered from ten years ago. “Here you go,” she said, turning with a glass in her hand. I quickly averted my eyes from her bottom and pretended to be interested in the detail of the ceramic back-splash above the counter. I was sure that she’d caught me, but she didn’t give any indication that she had, so I just played it cool. ...