My Very First Love - Sex Stories

My Very First Love

... most powerful of your five senses...think of chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven when you were a girl...that smell never changes....never ever ever changes. And here was the scent of Tawny...right here...right now...next to me. I couldn't focus...I forgot why and what I wanted to purchase...my mind soaring back at hundreds of miles an hour to my days...times...moments with Tawny...especially to that one day our Senior Year. And now I knew I could never not recognize her scent (please forgive my double negative)...her essence...my first love... my only true love.

What just happened? Where am I? I feel so lost right now, yet this is the warmest and happiest I've felt in years...stumbling for some response back to this poor woman...I was speechless and dumbstruck. "I knew it", I whispered! I gathered the items I was about to purchase and said to the sales assistant, "I want to make sure that these slacks are really the right fit...going to go back to the dressing room for a bit...sorry".

Of course, I had been in the dressing room for about an hour already trying on so many outfits, tops and bottoms and finally deciding on what was right...and "yes" this poor assistant had brought an ungodly number of items for me to try on...reject...how about this...accept...and this...reject and so on. I know she thought I was going to put her through hell again, but that was not my intent.

I hadn't seen Tawny for at least 15 years...yes we had chatted...sent texts and Holiday ...

... Cards...stayed in touch as best we could, but her life went one way after our college days and mine another...but now, somehow, I was with Tawny again...enveloped in a myriad of memories and feelings...my emotions were rising to the point that I was holding back tears of bewilderment, yet joyful, excitement and the sadness that we weren't together right now.

Couldn't get to that dressing room fast enough...flew through the door...locked the door and collapsed on the bench...the clothes I wanted to buy scattered in front of me on the floor...the chatter of women in the other dressing areas was my white noise to the flashbacks from 1997...that night...that moment in my life where all of the clutter in my mind and soul took shape and the sense and reality of "who am I" came front and center. The night where some unanticipated excitement led to an internal calm about me that I hold true to this day...yes it would be many years later that I would be able to reroute all those societal norms that forced me off course, but my North Star was present finally and I was the happiest I have ever been...thankfully.

I gazed over to the dressing room mirror and images of Tawny emerged...closing my eyes, my Tawny days fast forwarded from our early play days to a slower pace of our high school days and then even slower to the day and the night as 18-year-old Seniors..."that night". Tears forming in my eyes...a warming sensation embraced my body...the initial internal sensations of arousal ...