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Coming of age in the early 1960s, I was a virgin when I graduated from college. My only experience was my senior year when a girl let me feel her tits through her bra.You have to remember those times. People met, fell in love, got married, THEN had sex. It was a June Cleaver, Donna Reed world. Not like today, where people have sex, have sex, think about getting married, decide not to, but still have sex. Not that I’m complaining.I lived at home through college. After graduation, I was offered a job with a large accounting company with thousands of employees around the country. I was one step above an intern, but it paid well enough that within six months, I was able to move into a small apartment not far from work.My work colleagues were cordial, and on Fridays when we got paid, we met for a Happy Hour drink. It was one of those bars that were starting to pop up. You know the ones with peanut shells on the floor. Those Friday evenings were a lot of laughs.It happened just about a year after I started working. A bunch of us were having fun at Happy Hour when people started to leave. They had to get home to their families or had evening plans. I found myself alone with just one other work colleague. Her name was Yvonne Girard, and she was in her mid-forties; about my mom’s age. She had black hair, pale skin, and always dressed conservatively, even for that time period.I’d never really looked closely at her because, well, she was my mom’s age.She was a manager in another department, on another floor, and one of the few women at the time who were not secretaries or clerks. “Kevin, want to have dinner? I’m buying.” I’m sure she knew how little money I made.“Sure, maybe just a hamburger.”“How about right here? No sense in driving somewhere.”“Sure.”After dinner: “Miss Girard thank you for dinner. That was very nice of you.”“Kevin, please it’s Yvonne, and you’re more than welcome. Now, if you’d like another beer, I have a six-pack at home, and a chilled bottle of wine. Why don’t you join me?”Looking back over forty years, you probably think I was so naïve. You’re right, but you have to remember those times. This was before The Pill; it was before the sexual revolution. I remember my male classmates whispering about a couple of girls who “put out,” but I didn’t know any, and in fact, didn’t know what they put out. The only naked women I saw were in Playboy’s centerfold.“Okay.”Her apartment was on the twenty-fifth floor in a building with a great view of Lake Michigan.I took in the view. “It’s nice, isn’t it? Why don’t you open a beer for yourself, and open the white wine for me? I’ll be right back. I want to take these heels off and get into something more comfortable. The kitchen’s right through there.”As I said, I was naïve. I didn’t know what ‘get into something more comfortable’ really meant.It was difficult to find a corkscrew, and just as difficult to figure out how to use it. My only experience with wine was the twist-off tops on very cheap wine. Besides, at the time, I only drank beer.I couldn’t find her wine glasses, so I just left the open wine bottle on the https://escortium.org kitchen counter and took my beer and enjoyed the view of the lakeshore all lit up at night. Yvonne came out, “I see you found a beer.”All I could say was, “Wow!!!”“Oh, Kevin how nice of you to say.” She turned around like a model. Whatever she was wearing was white, shear, and clung to her body. To be more specific, her tits and nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. And there was a dark patch visible between her legs.That’s another thing. I never heard of women shaving their pubic hair until the last decade or so. As far as I knew, all women had pubic hair, even the women in Playboy.I told her about the wine. “I’ll be right back.” I watched as she walked away, the negligee clinging to her ass. Of course, I’d watched girls my age at the local pool, wearing their tight-fitting one-piece swimsuits. Their tits and asses prominent, but this was a real woman. I don’t remember ever noticing my mom or any of her friends looking like that at the pool.She came back and stood beside me. She took a few sips, then she put her glass down, and from behind put her arms around me. “It’s Friday night, don’t you have a girlfriend?”“No, I never dated much at school, and now work takes up a lot of time.” I could feel her breathe on my neck, and those tits pressing against my back.“Kevin, just for tonight, I’d like to be your girlfriend.” She turned around and was facing me, her arms still around me. Those tits rubbing against my chest. She was almost as tall as me.Then Yvonne Girard, a woman old enough to be my mom, kissed me. It wasn’t the kind of kiss your aunt gives you when you haven’t seen her in a long time. Within moments her tongue was in my mouth, and I reciprocated.Yvonne took the beer can from my hand and placed it on an end table. She turned around again, but this time, I was behind her. She took my hands and put them on her tits. “Hmmmmm, Kevin, your hands feel so good. Do you like the way they feel?”What could I say? They felt spectacular. Firm and they seem to fit in my hands perfectly. “Yvonne, they’re fantastic.” Of course, I was feeling them through that sheer negligee, but that was far beyond what that college girl let me do.Then she did something that had never happened before, she slid a hand down to my crotch. “Kevin, it looks like feeling my titties gets you excited.” Of course, it did. I was embarrassed.That’s another thing. I’d never been around girls that used bad language. I mean if my mom spilled something, she might say ‘damn.’ My boss was probably close to sixty and was a WW II veteran; if something bad happened in the office, he’d say ‘aw, hell.’ Followed by, “ladies, pardon my French.” Of course, I swore all the time among my guy friends: “you’re a fucking asshole,” was probably my favorite, but never around girls or women.Here I was with my hands on Yvonne’s breasts, and she called them her titties. She started rubbing her hand up and down my crotch. “Kevin, I think we’re both just about ready for me to show you my bedroom.” She took me by the hand and led the way.Her bed was a huge king-size, four-poster bed. “Kevin, I usually sleep on this side, why don’t you go around and get in on the other side. I didn’t say much; just following her lead. I sat on the bed. “Oh, Kevin, I have a rule, no one gets in bed with their clothes on.” Yvonne slipped the negligee over her head, and then crawled under the blankets.She was sitting up, watching me. I’d never done this before. I mean got undressed in front of a girl, I mean a woman. I was so nervous. It clearly showed. It seemed like hours before, I was able to untie my shoes, and then it seemed like I’d forgotten how to unbutton my shirt.Finally, I slipped under the blankets, and Yvonne came into my arms. “Kevin, you seem nervous, is something wrong?”“Well…“ I didn’t want to tell her I was a virgin.Her hand went under the blankets. “Your cock doesn’t seem nervous.” I was still in shock about her language, but she was right, my cock was hard.Yvonne slowly stroked it, but then took her hand off it. “Here, Kevin, give me your hand. I want you to play with my pussy.” She did it again, ‘pussy.’As I said, this was all a first for me. “Don’t stick your fingers inside. Put them right there.” She guided my hand. “Hmmm, just like that.”I was sure I was fumbling around, but Yvonne assured me I was doing fine. “I think you’re ready to fuck me, Kevin.”I wanted to tell her that I’d never done this before. I wanted to tell her I was a virgin. I just couldn’t. I got on top of her, and then just like that it was over. I’m not sure that I even got inside her. I was so embarrassed. “I have to go, I’m sorry.”“Kevin, it’s okay. It happens to all men.”I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. It wasn’t until I got home that I realized that my socks were missing; probably still on the floor by her bed.I couldn’t sleep. All I thought about was what I’d done. Actually, what I hadn’t done. I’d have to quit work; there’s no way I could show my face around the office. Surely, she’d tell every woman what had happened.I didn’t calm down, but I did face reality. No, I couldn’t quit my job. I’d just have to live with my shame at work. Saturday night, I jerked off thinking about what might have been with Yvonne. And then again Sunday morning.I dreaded Monday morning. Every woman I came across in the elevator, on my floor, in my department, I just knew that they knew. My phone was ringing when I got to my desk. “Kevin, it’s Yvonne. I had a great time Friday night. Why don’t you come over this Friday, I’ll make dinner for you?”I thought I was dreaming. “Are you sure?”“Absolutely. Come right from work, and I’ll meet you there. I’m looking forward to it. Oh, and Kevin, this time bring your toothbrush.”Then she hung up. I was stunned. I had to be dreaming. I pounded my fist on the desk. Everyone looked up. “Sorry.” I just had to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.I was looking forward to Friday night, and I wasn’t. I mean if the end result was the same disaster, why even bother showing up?Yvonne answered the door wearing a skirt and blouse. The top few buttons of the blouse were open, showing enough cleavage that I was already salivating. “Kevin, I’m so glad you could come. I’m having a martini. Want one or would you like a beer?”“A beer would be fine, thank you.”No one could mistake what Yvonne had in mind, but I was apprehensive that the night could end in another catastrophe. “Now, Kevin, about last week.”Oh, boy, here goes, I thought.“It dawned on me after you left, and be honest with me. Kevin, you were a virgin, weren’t you?”I blushed. My face turned red, and I put my head down.“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone was a virgin at one time. I was a lot younger than you, but still, there’s a first time for everyone. And the first time, everyone is a little nervous. Now tonight, there’s nothing to be nervous or apprehensive about. You need to relax. After dinner, we’ll have a drink, then I’ll take you to bed, and we’ll fuck. It’ll be a lot better; you’ll see.”I couldn’t believe Yvonne was so blunt, but as it turned out, she was right. I lasted a lot longer, and then later that night even longer. “Kevin, I told you. Your cock feels so good. Keep fucking me just like that,” she said the second time we did it that night. “You’re so hard, usually men aren’t as hard the second time. That’s it, you fuck me so good.”As young as I was, that second time Yvonne wore me out. Her ass, hips and legs never stopped moving underneath me. I was exhausted. “You were so good to me tonight. I’m looking forward to that big cock in the morning. Get some sleep, you’re going to need it.” To be fair, I had no idea I had a big cock. I had no way to compare, and of course, no woman had the opportunity to compare it with any other cock she’d had. Years later, I think it’s fair to say, I’m a little above average.Yvonne was right. The morning fuck was even better. “That’s it, Kevin, keep fucking me, just like that. My pussy loves your cock.” All the nervousness and apprehension were gone.We lay together in each other’s arms when we were done. “Kevin, you were amazing. Don’t you feel much better this week?”“That was the most amazing night of my life. Thank you.”“Kevin, it gets better. I promise. Let’s plan on next Friday night. I can’t wait,” she squeezed my hand.The week seemed to go by slowly. I’d look at the clock every ten minutes. It seemed to never move. Yvonne answered the door wearing something like the sheer negligee she wore that first night. She greeted me with a kiss; a kiss with her tongue. “Kevin, I hope you’re ready because I’m taking you right to bed. I’ve been waiting for your cock all week.”I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough. In the morning I found them strewn from the foyer to the bedroom, but it was the fucking that was unforgettable. Yvonne showed me to fuck her from behind. “Fuck me like a dog, Kevin. Give it to me good.”Later, she was on her back, “Kevin grab my ankles. Watch your big cock going in and out of my pussy.” I liked it when she got on top. That was my favorite. I mean those beautiful tits were right in my face.By morning, I couldn’t remember how many times I’d cum. As for Yvonne, all night she screamed with delight with each thrust. I think she liked being on top, she bounced up and down on my cock and moaned so loudly.

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