Deja Vu: All Over Again - Sex Stories

Deja Vu: All Over Again

It’s been said that, once you've left, you can never go home again. I found that to be false. Last week, I returned to my home town to visit my baby sister, Fran. Fran and I are close, and we visit one another a couple of times a year, catch up on old times, and stay connected. After college, it seems we both returned home, living with siblings and parents until we got to the point of financial independence, even though we did it ten years apart. We also never married. For my part, I’m something of a free spirit, not wanting to be tied down. Fran, whom I long suspected of having either bi-sexual or lesbian tendencies, either refused to come out of the closet, or couldn't find the right guy, but we both seem to be happy with our choices. And just to set the record straight, I do not have a thing for my sister. Some of her friends, on the other hand, are an entirely different matter. I had gone into town to pick up a bottle or two of wine to go with dinner. Having found two bottles that I thought would go well with lamb chops, I stood in line at the checkout. From behind me, I heard someone say, “Grey? Is that you?” I turned to see a handsome woman who instantly looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite put a name to the face. “It’s me. Donna. Donna Farentino.” That’s where the face came from! Sweet, young, nubile, Donna Farentino, Fran’s closest friend growing up. She still looked good; Gray at the temples, but busty as ever. I remembered once when she came over to see Fran, who ...

... wasn't home. I invited her in to wait and we sat on the couch. It started off innocently enough, but within ten minutes, I had her blouse open, bra off, and I was kissing on her soft, full, sixteen year old breasts. Unfortunately, we never got much further that day, and never had an another opportunity. I smiled, partly because I was happy to see her and partly because of the memories she stirred up in me. “Of course! How are you? What’s it been 50 years?” then adding my best Billy Crystal imitation, “You look mahvelous!” “You always were a flatterer!” she answered, smiling back, “So, what are you in town for?” “Just visiting Fran.” I replied “She’s making dinner and I’m supplying the refreshments.” Eyeing me up and down, she said,” Other than the grey hair, you haven’t changed much yourself” Staring directly at her chest, I said, “Neither have you!” “Still a tit man, I see.” “I always said, Go with got you there!” I laughed.” We paid for our booze and walked to the parking lot. “Do you remember the time when you came over…..” She interrupted me with a smile, “And you taught me how to French kiss and attacked my tits. You had me so worked up, I thought I was going to die. I was all set to surrender myself to you, when Fran came home. I never really forgave her for that. There I was, in the company of an older man that, somehow, I knew, would give me a memory of a lifetime, and….poof! I ended up giving it up to Mickey Schrader on prom night. What a disappointment that was!” ...