Prologue

Note: This story has sat on my computer for a year as a password protected document while I decided if I should publish this story.

Most of what follows is true. Names, and locations, have been changed. This is the story of how I found myself invited to swing with my friend Terri, her husband Jon and another couple a week before Christmas in 2018.

Reading the previous story ‘A Massage with Friends’ may help the reader enjoy this story better.

Present Day

I brushed strands of hair away from my partner’s eyes before I placed a kiss on her lips. Her cheeks were flushed from our exertions and our bodies were damp with sweat. I was still inside her not wanting to pull out as we gazed lovingly at each other. Moving on I kissed the damp skin above her left breast pausing to admire the soft pale flesh of her tit and its hard dark nipple. My right hand cupped the large tit, holding it in my palm as her eyes followed my hand.

“That was nice Pete.” She said then after a pause, “I’ve missed you.” she said in a lazy relaxed voice as she closed her eyes. Her arms were still around my neck, then after another sigh, she gently pushed me aside. I rolled off, laying on my left side up on my elbow where I could see her, my right leg still across hers. She was beautiful, more beautiful than her mother.

It had been a long while, almost three decades, since I visited a girl in her college dorm room or residential apartment as they called it these days. The bed was narrow and one of two in the room.

“You are beautiful, you know that right?” I said. I knew my partner needed to hear such words of affirmation during and after sex.

“I’m not. I’m skinny and my boobs are too big. You know that!” she said playfully, opening her eyes to see me admiring her slender body.

An old argument, one we had had since she was sixteen.

I kissed the hard nipple of the big round breast right in front of me. Suckling the tit. A pale round mountain on her skinny chest. She was right, I could see her ribs and hip bones, she was skinny, maybe 105 pounds, perfect to my eyes, and many a boy who tried to get her attention, I am quite sure.

“Ohh, that feels nice. I remember the first time you kissed me there.” She said touching her other nipple with her left hand.

Pulling off the tit, I rested my hand on her flat stomach just above the line of her hips and the trim patch of moist dark hair that covered her vulva.

“Hold me,” she commanded. “And pull up the blanket, I’m getting cold.”

She rolled over resting her head on my chest as my left arm went around her back, my right reaching down for the comforter that had fallen on the floor.

Even in late October California could be cool at times, especially in the coastal foothills.

Under the blanket, a warm hand found my flaccid cock and held it.

“Do you think about that night? Almost three years ago now,” I asked. The memories were still vivid of that first family swap.

“Yeah, I do. I was still a virgin and new to everything.” She said speaking into my hairy chest, the covers pulled up over her shoulders.

“Well, you are definitely not a virgin anymore,” I said teasing her knowing we shared the memory of that experience.

“True, between you, my parents, and our friends I have had quite the education, thank you!” she said before laying a kiss on my chest. My cock slowly coming back to life. At my age it takes time.

I reached for my phone on the bedside table and looked at the time.

“We have time for another go? It’s only 8:15,” I asked. We had been in bed since 7 after a light dinner downtown.

“Sure. Can you handle another round with me, ‘old man’?” she said letting go of my cock and poking my ribs. “She won’t be home until after 9:00,” my partner said glancing at the other bed.

‘She’ was her roommate. My date was a sophomore and doing her two years in mandatory student housing. It was one of the requirements for Engineering students, so I had been told. So, no off-campus privacy. Though she could have driven down to my house less than an hour away.

“I’m all yours,” I said as I lay back as her warm hand went back to my cock.

I knew even if her roommate came home and found us in bed, she wouldn’t say anything as the two were friends from back home.

As she massaged and teased my cock back to life, I let my mind drift back three years to those pleasant memories.