I watched her dress for the party and thought for the thousandth time how fortunate I had been to have her say yes when I asked her to marry me.
As I watched her I knew that the party was going to be special. She was going all out to showcase what she had. Black lacy shelf bra that lifted her breasts so the low cut blouse could display the creamy upper slopes and the enticing cleavage. An almost non-existent black thong that I had never seen before. Her long tanned legs were stockingless as she put on a pair of strappy sandals with four inch heels. She stepped into a short black skirt that came down to mid-thigh and displayed her legs to the fullest. As a finishing touch she put an ankle chain on her right ankle and a gold chain with a locket around her neck. Still more things I'd never seen before. She spun around in front of me and asked:
"How do I look?"
"Good enough to eat."
"Good. That's the look I am going for. Come on; we don't want to be late."
As she headed for the bedroom door I rolled her comment over in my mind.
"That's the look I am going for."
Too bad the look wasn't for me.
I met Patricia Ann Cummings on our first day at Longview High School. I had gone to middle school on the north side of the county and Patty had attended middle school on the south side. We ended up sitting next to each other in that first day's first class and I was smitten. I thought that she was the loveliest thing I'd ever seen and before the day was over I asked her if she would like to go the movies with me. She said she would love to and that date led to a second which led to a third and then a fourth. We dated for a couple of months and then I asked her to go steady with me and she said no. She said she really liked me a lot, but that there were a lot of other boys that she thought were cute and that she might like to go out with.
For the next two years I asked her out at least once a week and maybe one time in four she would say yes. I thought since she kept saying yes to me that I would sooner or later have the inside track with her. That all changed in the twelfth grade. One day I asked her out and she told me that she wouldn't be able to date me any more because she was going steady with Brad Metzler.
Through senior year I dated a couple of other girls, but my heart wasn't really in it. I would end up comparing them to Patty Ann and they never measured up. I didn't even go to the senior prom because I couldn't bear to see Patty in Brad's arms as they danced.
Patty was still friendly with me and would sit with me at lunch from time to time in the school cafeteria. We would talk about things going on with our classmates, what we were going to do when we went to college and the like. I was pretty good in math, but Patty was only so so and she would occasionally ask if she could study with me and I of course never said no.
She and Brad got into an argument about mid-way through our senior year and they broke up. I moved in and for about a month Patty and I were a couple and then one day I asked her what she wanted to do on the coming weekend and she told me that she was going to a party with Brad. From then on they were back together. Graduation came and Patty and Brad took off on a trip with Brad's parents and I didn't see them again until the fall.
It was, in the immortal words of Yogi Berra, "de-ja vu all over again." It was the first day of class at the local college and I was sitting in the auditorium waiting for freshman indoctrination to begin when someone sat down in the seat next to me. I looked over and saw that it was Patty Ann. I looked around and didn't see Brad and Patty read my mind.
"He won't be here until next week. He had something that he had to do with his father."
"Since he isn't around would this be a good time to ask you to go to Jane's party with me Friday night?"
"Why do you keep trying Rob? You know I'm Brad's girl."
"A guy can only hope."
"I can't tell you, but I like to think that if I hang in there it will some day be to my benefit."
"What do you mean you can't tell me why? Does that mean you don't know yourself or is it something that you don't think you can tell me?"
"Let's just say that I know when to keep my mouth shut."
"Okay then, be that way. But Brad will be back in time to take me to the party so no, I can't go with you."
"At least save me a dance."
As we sat there and listened to the parade of people telling us what to expect, what not to expect and explaining the rules and regulations that would govern our lives for the next four years I thought about Patty and her question - "Is it something that you don't think you can tell me?" That was it in a nutshell. I knew better than to bad mouth Brad to her, but the plain and simple fact was that Brad was an asshole and sooner or later he was going to hurt her. I couldn't tell her that because she wouldn't believe me and all it would accomplish is that I would poison her against me. All I could do was hang around and hope to be there to help pick up the pieces when the time came.
I wanted Patty, but I finally accepted that I might never get her so I started dating and stopped trying to compare my dates to Patty. I dated half a dozen, necked with most of them, but it wasn't until I met Bonnie that I found one I wanted to date often. She was a hot kisser and liked grinding her body into mine when we danced.
It was our third date and we were necking hot and heavy in front of her dorm. We had been to a party and had done some dirty dancing and I mean some "real get down and dirty dancing" and I had a very hard and aching cock and the necking wasn't making things easier. I needed to get home to the privacy of my bedroom and take care of it. Suddenly Bonnie broke the kiss and said:
"I'll suck your dick if you will eat my pussy."
The look on my face must have been priceless. Bonnie said, "What? You've never had your dick sucked before?"
The fact of the matter was that I hadn't. I was a stone assed virgin, but I wasn't going to tell Bonnie that so what I did say was:
"I've never eaten a pussy. I don't know how."
Bonnie broke out in a big smile and said, "Oh goody! I get to be your first and I get to teach you to do it the way I like. Have you got enough to spring for a motel room?"
That night opened my eyes. I could have cried over all the times I never even tried to do things with other girls because I was so hung up on Patty. As soon as we were in the hotel room Bonnie said:
"Come here lover so I can unwrap my present" and then she undressed me. When she had me naked I returned the favor and I think by the way I fumbled with her bra hooks she got an idea of just how inexperienced I was. When I had her naked she pushed me back on the bed and said:
"I'll do you first and then we can concentrate on teaching you how to make the girls want to chase after you."
How do you describe your first blow job? I can't describe mine because I was so buried in sensations that all I could think about was how totally awesome it was. I didn't want it to end, but it did and all too quickly. I spurted and Bonnie kept sucking until I went soft.
"First blow job?" Bonnie asked and I sheepishly nodded yes. "The right way to do it is that you are supposed to tell the girl when you are ready to cum. Not all of us like to swallow. Be honest with me sweetie; you are a virgin aren't you?"
Again I sheepishly nodded a yes.
Nothing to be ashamed of sweetie; we all have to have a first time. I love it that I get to be yours."
We didn't leave that motel room until seven the next morning and by the time the motel door closed behind me I knew how to eat pussy the way that Bonnie liked having it done, I knew I loved blow jobs (and pussy); I found out how much fun a sixty-nine could be and I had lost my virginity three times over. As we dressed Bonnie said:
"Next time we will do some anal."
"Then there will be a next time?"
"Oh yes sweetie, most definitely yes. I still have a ton to teach you."
I can't say that Bonnie and I became a couple because we didn't. Bonnie still dated other guys and I wasn't silly enough to believe that I was the only guy she had sex with, but she still managed to fit me in (no pun intended) two or three times a week. So she was seeing other guys, so what? I was still having more fun that the law should allow. And Bonnie did make me feel like a stud because a lot of times she would call me and ask me if I was up (again, no pun intended) for a night with her.
I would occasionally run across Patty and Brad at parties and dances and I began to notice something. If I was alone or with some girl other than Bonnie Patty always seemed to have a smile for me, but if I was with Bonnie Patty would look away when I caught her eye. I couldn't for the life of me figure out where Patty might have known Bonnie from or what Bonnie could have done to piss off Patty. I just filed it away as one of those questions that you would never know the answer to.
I found out that certain girls talk as much about guys as guys talk about girls. I couldn't begin to count the number of times that some guy I know bragged about how he and (fill in the blank) had fucked all night and what a great cock sucker she was. Girls must do the same. I was at a party one night and I had come stag. While I was there Sue Wilson came up to me and said:
"Bonnie says you are a fun date. Why don't you give me a call sometime?"
The next time I saw Bonnie I asked her about it.
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