A Night Away for Rob and Jen - Sex Stories

A Night Away for Rob and Jen

... friends. Then one day, outside the school, waiting for the bus to take us home, she dropped a book. We both bent over to pick it up and bumped our heads. Such a simple thing! We stood up rubbing our heads and laughing. Then our eyes meet and locked. Our smiles died away. We stood frozen for only an instant. It seemed like the world disappeared for a moment. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Something had passed between us and we both knew it. She told later, much later, that she had felt the same way I had. Then we climbed into the bus and without saying a word sat together ignoring the catcalls and whistles from the rest of the kids. Boys sat with boys on the bus and girls sat with girls. The word would travel on the grapevine. We both knew it. And we knew how her mother would react. The next morning she sat in the aisle seat on her side of the bus and I sat in the same aisle seat on my side. We sat like that for the rest of the school year. We were together as often possible after that. And of course we weren’t very careful about it. We went to a youth club dance. Neither of us had been to one before. Her mother found out. Jen got a stern lecture and her mother made a fuss with my parents. My parents didn’t take Jen’s mother all that seriously, but her mother would make trouble if she could. She was that kind of person. So we were careful, very careful. Nothing was going to keep us apart, even her mother’s wrath, which could reach epic proportions. Each of our best friends ...

... knew about us. In fact they were co-conspirators. But even with their help, now that I look back on it, it’s amazing that we were able to find places to go that allowed what was growing from infatuation, to passion, and then to the love we have today. We were holding hands within a week after we bumped heads and deep kissing within the month. We laughed later about our first deep kiss. Neither of us had done it before. I didn’t know how and she didn’t either. But somehow these things are in our genes. I nearly came when Jen put her tongue in my mouth for the first time. A few weeks later, while we were kissing, I felt her breast through her blouse. I was tentative and uncertain. I expected her to push my hand away. She just kissed my harder. As I said, it wasn’t easy. But we always managed to find a place to go to be alone. But it was harder in winter. There was no place to go that was really safe. The risks we took were very great. We could easily have been discovered and by then she was unhooking her bra for me. Yet she was like I am, a risk taker. The risks made everything more exciting. Then things got better. I bought my first car. A second or third hand Pontiac Catalina. It got about fifteen miles to the gallon and the springs were shot. But it had a bench seat in front. I wonder how many romances have died because today’s cars have a console between the two front seats. I brought Jen to orgasm for the first time in that car with my hand inside her panties. She felt my ...