Second Time Around - Sex Stories

Second Time Around

Second time around I met my first ever girlfriend , Debbie at a Birmingham City Football match in 1973, we were both 18. She was there with a lad called Jan, the only black lad in the whole of my school. Debbie attended the girls grammar school on the same campus. When she and Jan finished, I asked for her phone number, and got it, and summoning up my courage in both hands, I called and asked her out. She said yes, and we went out for a year and a half, until we were both 17. In that time we broke up briefly a couple of times, and in one of those breaks, I fucked someone else, my first time and hers. But I never fucked Debbie. We snogged, I sucked her tits. She never touched my cock, I would go home with the most painful hard on, and tug away at it for relief. On one final occasion, after we had parted, she came to my house and I fingered her pussy. She was as tight as a drum, and dry as a bone. Zilch. No chanc. So, we kept vaguely in touch until 1980 by which time she was going off to marry her Fiance, Paul, and moving somewhere down South. Paul was the guy who had taken her virginity, just after my fingering. She could, rumour had it, now FUCK FOR ENGLAND. So, fast forward again TWENTY YEARS. I was engaged to my now-wife, and a mate of mine said Debbie appeared on a social network website, concerning your schooldays. You know the one. I got in touch with her, and discovered she was divorced from Paul, and after NUMEROUS extra marital affairs she'd remarried a colleague. I ...

... sent her an up to date picture of me, and she liked! She said she was now old and fat and grey. Her mom was, at that age (c 42) so it was possible. She never sent me one of her. A few weeks later she said she was coming up to our old area to visit some friends, one night only. Not with her husband. It fell on a night I had band rehearsal, and so I arranged to meet her at a pub in Yardley, where she would be with these friends, who were also friends of her husband. I drew up in my big black Ford, and went into the pub to try to spot her (twenty years since I'd seen her). I spotted her straight away, she was FUCKING gOoorgeous. Short blonde bob haircut, a sexy trenchcoat, which was open so I could see her titties were bigger than they had been, though she was slim. All in all, she had blossomed and was twice as beautiful as she had been at 17, and she was pretty damn nice then. The friends looked at me, curious, I was all black leather and martial arts, her husband was in banking or some such. We chatted generally for the 45 odd minutes available, and then she came out to the car to see me off. We kissed briefly on the lips, and they must have seen the lightning bolts miles away. We said goodbye, and I drove off with a hard on. Towards the end of our rehearsal , towards ten o'clock I got a text from her. "Can I come round to you, about midnight? - Deb x" I responded "Of course. See you in a bit" and gave her my address. I got home, showered, tidied up. Midnight came and went. ...