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Sincerely, For the First Time

... it. The rest landed on the floor. I felt all the tension from the day squeezed from my balls, through the shaft, and out the head of my cock, as I let go a long slow sigh. When the orgasm subsided, I grabbed some toilet paper, and cleaned the mess. Would it leave a streak on the glass? Too late to worry about that now. I flushed the used paper and got in the shower, letting the hot water wash over my body and deepen my sense of relaxation. For the moment I felt good. I used the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash - all infused with things like 'Amazon Rain Water,' and 'Tibetan Lotus Blossoms.' I knew I'd come out smelling like a fruit basket, but I didn't mind. After the shower, I dressed in a pair of grey slacks, and a blue button-down shirt. I then headed back down to the living room to wait. On the way I paused only briefly at the closed door of Kelly's bedroom where I heard music, and behind it a faint buzzing noise, and maybe a little soft moan, but I couldn't be sure. It was probably just some kind of beauty-enhancing device - not a hair dryer, but maybe something like it. I refused to let my imagination run away again. Instead I carried on to the living room, where I flipped through channels on the TV, trying to find CNN, or ESPN, or something that wouldn't get me worked up again. Twenty minutes later, Kelly walked into the living room. She was wearing a yellow dress. I don't know that there was anything special about it. To me, it looked like just a nice little ...

... dress. Nevertheless, Kelly looked stunning in it. She could have dressed in garbage bags and still looked amazing, as far as I was concerned. She seemed to be almost glowing. "Beautiful," I said as she sat on the sofa next to me. "Yeah?" she asked. "You'd be willing to be seen in public with me?" "I'd be honored," I returned hoping the ironic delivery would mask the truth to the sentiment. She just smiled. "Reservations are at six," she said. "So, I guess we should get going." Rudolpho's was an Italian place across town. We were just about the last to arrive. Dinner was nice. We, talked, laughed, and shared a few bottles of wine. I told people about my work as a human resources analyst (not much interesting to say about it, actually). They told me about their careers and families. We reminisced about the old times, ordered more wine, and after a couple of hours, it was like we were all twenty-two again. After dinner, someone suggested a blues club they knew of a few blocks away, where we could keep having fun. Some people had to go take care of kids. Others complained about being tired. But Kelly and I decided to tag along. I couldn't remember the last time I'd gone out drinking. I didn't actually get to spend much time with Kelly at the club. She was doing her social thing, chatting with everyone, dancing, having a great time. I stuck mostly by the pool table, playing doubles with Jeff, and talking shit about our competitors. It wasn't until around midnight that, Kelly wandered ...