Sincerely, For the First Time - Sex Stories

Sincerely, For the First Time

... I promised myself to be more self-disciplined in the future. She was married, and nothing was going to happen, so why torture myself? I finished the drink quickly while we made small talk, and then we headed out to the park. Kingswood was just like I remembered it, but also a little different too. It was small things, like a new bench, or a fresh paving job in the parking. Jeff, Pete and Cab were all there, as were several other people I knew from school, along with assorted partners and children. We all shook hands, and commented on what a beautiful summer day it was, and so on. Jeff suggested a game of touch football, and went to grab a ball while the rest of us figured out the teams. I would have just observed from the sidelines if Kelly hadn’t specifically picked me for her team Quarter Back. Unluckily (or luckily depending on your point of view) Kelly decided to play center, and snap the ball to me. Each play, I watched her bend over in front of me in those short jean shorts. It seemed like I could just make out the beginning incline of her mons pubis around that thin piece of fabric running between her legs, but I probably just imagined it. Then I would have to put my own hands between her legs, so close to that little mound of denim, waiting for her to pass the ball through them to me. Once or twice I may have nervously brushed my hand against her inner thighs - not purposefully, but accidentally - only for a split second. But in that instant I admired how smooth and ...

... silky the skin there was. How I wished to feel it as I ran my fingers, my tongue, the head of my cock over and between her legs. “Jesus, Andy!” Kelly shouted at me. She'd caught me daydreaming again. “What the hell’s the matter with you?!” I thought I had maybe let my hand linger a little too long, during the last play. This was exactly what I had wanted to avoid. I didn’t want to cross these lines. I didn't want to make things awkward and complicated between us. I sure as hell didn’t want to do it in a public park with all our friends watching us. Why couldn’t I just control myself? I braced for the inevitable humiliation of being publicly called a pervert. “You just threw the worst interception in the history of amateur pick-up touch football,” she continued. I hadn’t even noticed that I’d thrown the ball to the wrong player. I was all at once relieved. I’d forgotten how competitive Kelly could get. “I could dig up my dead grandmother, and she’d throw better than you," Kelly continued. "What’s going on? You used to be pretty good.” “I don’t know, I guess I’m just a bit tired from the flight is all.” I lied. “Maybe, I’ll sit out the rest of the game.” “Nah, forget it," Kelly said checking her watch. "We should probably get going anyway. We’re going out to Rudolpho's in a couple of hours, and I probably shouldn’t show up looking like a hot mess.” She was sweating and grubby, and her hair was disheveled, none of which made me want to fuck her brains out any less (maybe even ...