Chapter 5: Karen, The Early Years

Karen loved spring in Chicago. The snow was finally gone and the whole world was starting to green up and soften under the late April sun. She was on spring break and enjoying her time off from teaching. Not that she disliked teaching, but with the warm weather approaching, she looked forward to a few days of relaxation and play with her two-year-old.

Jim was gone again. She thought to herself that he was always gone when she needed him. She knew that he enjoyed his job, and she enjoyed the money, but she really missed him on days like this.

Oh well, she had made plans to do some cleaning while the baby napped. In the bedroom she cleaned under the bed and around the shelves. She liked the way the sunlight from the window made the dust dance. She had dressed for the occasion and wore a simple T-shirt over a pair of red running shorts. She decided against a bra but slipped on a pair of cotton panties underneath the loose-fitting shorts. She was ready to attack the bedroom.

After an hour of energetic but monotonous cleaning her mind began to drift to more adventurous thoughts. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She saw a married woman of thirty who had a slight tummy bulge. What the mirror really reflected was a very young, attractive woman, slight of build with the perfect size breasts. Her breasts were not too large and had very dominant nipples, nipples that under the right circumstances became easily aroused. Her shorts, although loose, could not conceal a well-proportioned bottom, the kind of bottom that looks good in a bikini, or less. However, the highlight of her appearance was her face. A slightly pugged nose drew attention to her blue green playful eyes and a slightly pouting mouth. She may have been nearing thirty, but it would be several years before others would believe she was that old.

She turned profile and stared at the woman in the mirror. "Well maybe," she thought, "I look pretty good. At least Jim thinks I look good." She liked the way Jim made love to her. He was her first real lover, well almost first. She liked being married to Jim, but she also liked other men looking at her. She had come to that conclusion a few years ago, when she and Jim had met Bob at the dance club. She didn't like to think about that too often. It wasn't that she hadn't enjoyed being the center of attention, but it embarrassed her to think she had lost control and done those 'other thing.' She certainly was not a slut and that one fling and the others spread out over a two-year time did not make her a slut. She knew she wasn't a slut. In fact when she married Jim she was practically a virgin.

Karen went into the next room to see if the baby was still asleep. Really she wanted to get out of the bedroom and change the way her mind was drifting. Thoughts of sex were nice, but Jim wouldn't be home for two more days.

She re-entered the bedroom with new resolve. The closet was next on her agenda. They shared a closet but she had most of it, including the top shelf with several boxes of personal memorabilia. It was those boxes that changed her plans for the afternoon. As she lifted down the first box the cover fell off. Along with the cover several pictures landed at her feet. Karen set the box down and herself as well. She grinned when she saw the picture of her and her mother at the beach. "Was I ever that skinny? And look at the size of my top. I'm surprised my mother let me wear that." That was the summer of her fifteenth year and the culmination of a very important part of her life.

She settled back against the wall. Her mind drifted back to that spring 15 years ago. She had started her period at thirteen and started to develop as well. Her mother covered most of the sex questions honestly, but with the tag line of 'you'll understand more when you're married.' It was quite apparent that good girls didn't dress like sluts and didn't have sex until they were married. Karen understood that but strange things were happening to her body. At night she head taken sleeping with a pillow between her legs.

That spring she had talked her mother into letting her buy a yellow print summer dress. It was actually too short and too bright for the 80's, appearing like something off the Brady Bunch. Karen wasn't even sure why she liked it. It just made her feel pretty and grown up and sexy. Her mother was concerned about the length and the thin material; a slip would certainly be necessary. She could hardly wait to wear it to school. The next morning she picked out a pair of thin white cotton panties and a bra. She should have worn a heavier lined bra. Her mother had bought her several since, even at fifteen her nipples were very noticeable, not dark like now but still very noticeable. Of course she didn't wear a slip like her mother advised. The weather was much too warm and she was much too grown up to wear a slip.

As she walked up the school steps several of the older boys came over to talk to her. She enjoyed the attention and flattery. She was almost late to her first class. As she slipped in to the room as the bell was ringing, she hurriedly took the seat in the front row closest to the door. It was hard listening to her teach talk about American History. After all it was spring and she was wearing a very pretty new dress. Her mind wandered back to the boys outside; maybe they would talk to her again when the class was over. She was daydreaming and didn't hear Mr. Treacle ask her a question.

She turned quickly to ask him to repeat the question and in so doing pulled her dress up to mid-thigh. There was a moment of silence and it appeared that Mr. Treacle could not remember the question. She saw his eyes looking at her, but they weren't looking at her eyes. It was at this exact moment that Karen grew up sexually. She spread her knees a little and watched as Mr. Treacle's face turned red. Now she understood why the boys had talked to her outside.

She spent the day experimenting with poses. Every teacher stared at provocative displays and several blushed. Every boy wanted to talk to her and tell her she looked great. It was around lunchtime that she made another momentous discovery. She enjoyed the attention and even more importantly it made her body tingle, especially the area between her legs. She wanted her pillow. The wetness should have surprised her, but somehow she knew it was part of her tingling feeling. She liked it. She liked it a lot.

As Karen remembered those days fifteen years ago, she slipped her hand to her lap and started to rub the rapidly moistening pussy. The shorts were loose fitting and soon her hand made its way under the wide leg opening. The thin material of her panties did little to block her fingers. As she shut her eyes and reveled in that first discovery of sexual pleasure her thirty-year-old pussy began to orgasm. The tremor that spread through her body was gentle and comforting. Karen opened her eyes and felt a brief moment of embarrassment.

As she stood to place the box back on the shelf a picture fell out. She bent over and looked at the face of he young boy. Bill had been her boy friend that summer. She really loved bill he was like a soul mate. He had understood her feelings and desires. On the first date he had kissed her at the door, but soon the teenagers were spending more time in the car pursuing more pleasurable activities.

Karen had learned to masturbate with a pillow or sometimes in the bathtub, but she was a little reluctant to touch herself directly. It seemed kind of nasty. However, on her third date with Bill, as they sat in his car in front of her house, she learned that touching was not all that bad.

Bill was a good kisser. He used his tongue as a spear thrusting into her mouth. Karen liked that and cupped his face in her hands as he kissed her. She had let him touch her breasts, and he loved the way the nipples hardened against the palm of his hand. As her arousal started to increase Bill had the perfect response. He touched her thighs and pulled them gently apart. She knew what he wanted and she was willing to let him he do it. As she returned his tongue kisses she felt his hand slide up her leg to the crotch of her cotton panties. They were wet.

At first he was uncertain about what to do. He had never gotten this far before. As he gently touched the bulge in her panties, she raised her hips and groaned against his lips. He started to rub harder, but Karen took her hand and placed it over his until the motion matched the slow undulation of her hips. He took that as a good sign and slipped his fingers under the leg band until he felt the course texture of her pussy hairs. Her hand on top of his forced his fingers inward until they touched her open lips. She was wet, very wet. As his tongue fucked her open mouth she guided his fingers into her with a slow fucking motion. She pulled his other hand up to her top until it closed over her right breasts. And then she came. It was wonderful, almost earth shattering. She almost bit his tongue off as the waves spread through her body.

As her body returned to normalcy she straightened her cloths and looked embarrassedly at Bill. Somehow she knew this was wrong, but she would never go back to being a 'good girl.' She got out of the car and ran to the door without looking back. She was only fifteen but felt like a grown up.

As Karen stared at the picture in her hand, it seemed like only yesterday. Bill had been wonderful to her. She had liked him a lot. However it was Chris who changed her life. That summer. She had met him at the pool. He was eighteen and seemed like a man of the world. All the girls had liked him, so Karen was surprised when he asked her for a date. He didn't so much as ask as tell her they were going out to a movie.

It was on that date that she learned that pleasure was a two way street. She had worn short shorts and a small halter-top. She had worn that outfit on purpose so Chris would be able to touch her like Bill had done.

She had gotten used to having her little pussy fingered. She could never do it at home, but on a date she held Bill's hand and gave herself satisfaction. She even wore sheer panties for her first date with Chris.

After the movie Chris drove over to the marina and parked at the end of the parking lot away from the last of returning boaters. Karen loved Lake Michigan in the summer. She thought that Chris was really being romantic and as she cuddled up to him her pussy started to contract and moisten. He was a better kisser than Bill and his hands were more talented. As she lay against his chest he caressed her body as far as he could reach. She wanted to cum but she was in no hurry. This was a new kind of sensation. As Chris leaned back in the seat he took her hand and placed it on his lap. She felt his cock for the first time. She knew all about cocks but had never seen one up close, not even Bill's.

She was surprised when he unzipped his shorts. This was not what she had in mind. She wanted him to touch her down there. Her pussy needed to be touched. Instead he opened his shorts and saw it for the first time. She was surprised at how large it was. Chris took her right hand and guided it to his stiff cock. She closed her hand around it and was surprised at how anything this soft could look this hard. As he rubbed her shoulders he pushed her head lower until she was only an inch from the tip of it.