I'm enjoying figuring out ASSTR's formatting issues. If you read this story and there is no line wrap, or my commas (,), apostrophes (') or ellipsis (...) are missing, this may or may not be my fault, but I truly intended them to be there. Pretend they are. Humor me...

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Snippets 03

These are true stories from my life. They depict various experiences with partners I have had. These stories include sexual acts, and if you may not, should not, or don't want to read this, then do not read it.

This is a hobby, as well as a way to reminisce, perhaps in one or two case, even to brag. My writing skills are not on a par with some of the other authors. I know this. Write to let me know you liked, or did not like a story, maybe even why, but don't bother critiquing my spelling and such. as2000_69@yahoo.com

Jenny

Jenny was a girl I knew from college. At the time she had a boyfriend, so we just developed into good friends. Actually, with what I learned later, I suppose I could have been with her much sooner.

At any rate, over several years of being around her and becoming closer, without consummating anything, I had fallen in love with her, although of course in the light of retrospective experience, it was puppy love.

I eventually had three “episodes” with her. The first, Jenny was a live in aide to an elderly lady. This had to be sometime in the mid-80’s. I had my Mustang, so it was between 1983 and 1985… Memory is the first to go… I guess that’s why I’m writing this. I got in the habit of visiting, and we would play chess (I called it chest), or talk or watch TV. Some evenings I would give her back and neck rubs, which I’m really quite good at. Sometimes my idea of where the neck is would get a little generous, and on several occasions I was able to massage all but the tips of her nipples and her pussy. I went home with more blueballs than… Anyway, despite certain signals that really should have clued me in, I never got past the touchy feely stage this time ‘round. Eventually, Jenny left the job, moved in with a new boyfriend and I of course was crushed.

Years later, we got in touch again, I don’t remember if she called me or vice versa, but we picked up our friendship more or less where we left off, but without the touchy part, alas. I still harbored a secret love for her, but I didn’t want to ruin it.

A time came when Jenny wanted to take her mother to a Cirque De Solei (sp?) performance, and didn’t have the money. I loaned her the money for the tickets, no strings attached. I think a few weeks later I laughingly told her if she had trouble paying me back I’d gladly take it out in trade. I really wasn’t serious, but we both joked back and forth about it and suddenly the joke got serious. Following an afternoon out, we went to my apartment. We ordered pizza (part of the negotiations) and went to bed. I wish I could say it was all I ever wanted, but the sad truth is I was so wound up about this girl, (and it had been a long time since my last conquest) that I did not last nearly as long as I would have wanted. And in the interest of not becoming parents I wore a rubber. The incident embarrassed both of us, and we didn’t talk about it much… You might think it would have brought us into a relationship, but it didn’t.

Fast forward another two or three years… We had a heart to heart talk and close to 12 years after I met her, we became boyfriend and girlfriend. Over the next several weeks we explored each other and I slowly came to the dreadful conclusion that… although I loved her, I was not IN love with her… In any event, she suddenly fell in love with her mother’s lesbian ex-lover’s daughter’s ex-husband’s father, and wanted to go live with him in Florida. No, I’m not kidding.

Hey, this is a sex story, and I’ve just been rambling… I’ll tell you about our first time together this last go-round.

I led Jenny upstairs to my bedroom. We stood just inside, nervous about how to proceed. I took her in my arms and held her. I sat her on the bed and began one of my patented backrubs. I kissed her gently, and pushed her slowly down onto the bed. My tongue began to probe her lips, and she began to respond.

My hand slipped up inside her blouse and cupped one of her breasts. Jenny was blessed with large breasts, somewhere around 38D, capped with those big puffy nipples that crinkle so nicely when you tongue them and then blow on them. I lifted her shirt and played with my new friends, sucking and blowing and massaging them.

We finished stripping our clothes and I moved my kisses further south, finally, after 12 years, reaching my goal. I kissed her clit and began kissing and prodding her with my tongue. I spread her lips and tasted her sweet juices. She started bucking under my attention and I could taste her juices changing.

I climbed up and placed my cock at her entrance. We rolled on a condom and I pushed into her. The feeling of her was awesome. That time I lasted only a few strokes, but unlike the last time with Jen, this was the first of many. As we got used to each others bodies, we learned to last longer and give more pleasure.

Sometime during the night, I had to feel her properly. We cleaned off my cock, and I slid into her without protection. I've done this with four women in my life, the first was MY first, and she had had a hysterectomy. The second, I was young and stupid, and lucky. Jen was the third, and had physical issues that made things unlikely to catch. Or maybe I was still stupid and lucky? Now I'm married, so...

I slid in slowly and did not thrust. I just wanted to feel the heat and wetness of her pussy on my cock. I held myself in place for a few minutes, embracing and kissing her, until the urge to thrust was too strong and I pulled out and came on her breasts. Being a large breasted woman, she is one of two women I've been with that I was able to titty-fuck, so...

Anyway, the night was filled with more of the same, and the next few weeks whenever we could...

Jenny was my first love, and while she had flaws, (don't we all) she was a good friend. Jenny moved away and we eventually lost contact. Her parting gift to me was introducing me to the woman I truly fell in love with and married.

For that, thanks, Jen.