Chapter 1

At 68 years old, I re-met my soulmate and the love of my life. She had been a childhood friend, from the third grade through high school. We had never dated, but she always had a beautiful smile for me whenever we met in the halls at school. I always thought she had the most beautiful kitty cat lips. We lost touch after graduation. She had been hurt badly in high school and had married to the first person who asked her, and she had lived in a loveless marriage for 45 years, until the death of her husband. I had gone to college, dropped out, joined the Navy, got married, gone back to college, had two sons, and finally after 43 miserable years, got a divorce.

After living all over the world, traveling with the Navy and later with my job, I retired and moved back to a small town near my birthplace. One day while visiting my father in the nursing home, I met this beautiful lady and she smiled at me. She had the sexiest kitty cat lips. “Katie, is that you?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m Kathryn. I haven’t been called Katie in years.” She stepped back one step, looked at me, and asked, “Marty, is that you?

I repeated her words back to her, “I haven’t been called Marty in years, either. People call me Martin now,” I returned.

She all but leapt into my arms and gave me a big hug, saying into my chest, “I’ve often wondered where you were. It’s so nice to see you again.”

We found seats and talked for almost three hours, with her sharing her story with me since high school, and me sharing with her. My stomach rumbled, and I realized I hadn’t eaten lunch, and now it was after five in the evening. “Do you have dinner plans, tonight? And if not, do you want to have dinner with me?” I asked. There were those kitty cat lips again.

I am not normally what is referred to as a fast worker, but within a week, Katie and I were in bed together. She took a shower and came into the bedroom, wearing one of my white button-down shirts, looking sexy as hell. After passionate kisses, and spending a long time sucking on her nipples, I worked down her stomach, through her fine pubic hair, to her pussy. I licked up and down, pulling and nibbling on her pussy lips, but avoiding the hard little button of a clit, building her closer and closer to an explosive orgasm. When I thought she couldn’t take any more stimulation, I locked my lips around her clit, sucked hard, and flicked it with the end of my tongue while working my finger into her and stroking her G spot. Katie went into orbit, thrusting her pelvis skyward, only making contact with the bed on her shoulders. Her legs were over my shoulders and her heels were digging into my back. She was making no sound at all; in fact, she wasn’t breathing. Her mouth was hanging open, and her eyes were rolled back in her head, as her body went rigid in the air. After at least a full minute, she dropped back onto the bed, took a big breath and went limp. I carefully crawled up onto the bed beside her and held her close.

She quietly whispered into my chest, “I’ve never done that before.”

“What, nobody has ever gone down on you?” I asked.

“Well, that either. I’ve never had an orgasm before,” she whispered.

This beautiful 67-year-old lady had never experienced oral sex or an orgasm. “This will not be your last if I have anything to do with it,” I promised her. She continued to have aftershocks for several minutes, which I found extremely cute. Finally, I rolled on top of her and slid my hard cock into her pussy. That is when I found out that this lady was multi-orgasmic. She went from one orgasmic peak to the next, with very little time in between, finally shouting my name to the world, “Marty!, I’m cummmmminnng.” I erupted deep inside of her, filling her up with my cum.

We talked well into the night. It seems that her husband was a once-a-week, wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am type of guy, with a very small dick. She had often wondered, “Is that all there is? What is so great about sex that everybody talks about?” We made slow soft love twice more that evening. I was quite proud of myself. I hadn’t gotten it up three times in one evening in years. Before Katie fell asleep on my shoulder, she said, “I wish we had done this in high school, and it had been you who took my cherry. I’ve missed 50 years of orgasms, and I want to make up for all that lost time.”