FIRST LOVE, a short story by Curt Farrier
Connie was thirty-two years old, and to my lusting eighteen-year-old eyes, the sexiest creature on God’s earth. We both worked in the Dietary Department of a smallish Suburban Hospital. She was a cook, and on weekends, I ran the stockroom; a large room, sixty feet on a side, filled with freezers, refrigerators, and shelves full of canned goods. It was secure area, the only two sets of keys in the possession of the Dietary Manager, who had a habit of slipping out, and me.
When I thought about it later, I never could understand why Connie took such a liking to me. Almost from the first day I started, she was very friendly, helpful, and flirtatious. My adolescent ego, buoyed by the attention of this much older woman, tried to be equally flirtatious. I took pains to be helpful to her, and she returned the attention.
One Saturday afternoon, as I was getting the orders together for the evening meal, she came to the door, and asked if she could come in and look for something. I gladly let her in. She followed me to the back of the room, moved very close to me, and asked if she could kiss me. My stammered acceptance was followed by the most wonderful kiss in my young experience. She pulled me to her, and gently pressed her lips to mine, at the same time holding me close enough so that I felt every curve of her body, felt her hair on my neck, and smelled the wonderful scent of her perfume.
Her lips moved to my ear, as she whispered, “Have you ever made love to a woman”? My voice failed me; all I could do was shake my head. Her tongue was in my ear, a slight moan escaped her, as she whispered seductively, “We’ll have to see to that”. She pulled away from me, but not before kissing me again, as well as rubbing her hand against the front of my now bulging khakis. She turned, and with a flounce of her butt, walked off smiling.
My thoughts that night, as I stroked myself, were of the feel of her breasts, of her tongue in my ear, and of how that beautiful butt would look unclothed. I came as never before, milking more, and more out of myself, as the sensation went on and on.
The next morning, Connie called me to the door, and with a smile on her face asked, “Did it feel good last night when you beat off thinking about me?” The expression on my face confirmed her statement and she added, “Think how it will feel when we really make love”. The rest of the day passed, with my mind riveted to exactly that thought. Thank God, I wore Jeans that day, or I wouldn’t have been able to leave the stock room at all.
Several weeks later, I drove to work, in freezing rain and sleet. Connie had found a way to be alone with me in the stockroom or the office, several times, once, even on the elevator. Each time we kissed, held each other, and tentatively touched. As I pulled into the employee parking lot, the snow was gently beginning to fall. Several times during the day, I took an opportunity to sneak outside. The snow continued to fall steadily, the forecast was for 12 inches by the following morning. At 4:00 p.m. our regular quitting time, the hospital, anticipating major staff shortages the following morning, passed the word that any employees that volunteered to stay all night would be paid for their time.
Connie, I and several others volunteered. A twenty–two year old dishwasher walked down the street to a liquor store, and we adjourned as a group to his apartment across the road. A quart of Bourbon, two six packs, and five hours later, giggling, we slid back across the road to the hospital.
Near capacity upstairs, we were offered blankets and pillows, and asked to find the most comfortable place we could in the cafeteria. Curling up near a heater vent, in the snack bar area, listening to the soft murmur of some of the others’ that chose to stay awake for a time. I fell into sleep, not daring to think of Connie, just feet away on a bench, for fear of what I might do in my sleep.
Several hours later, I was awakened by someone gently brushing their fingers through my hair. I opened my eyes to see Connie kneeling in front of me, a cautionary finger to her lips. I nodded my understanding; she smiled, and lay down in front of me. Our faces just inches apart, we kissed, lightly at first, but quickly building to a more, heated encounter. Our lips parted, our tongues tentatively touching, quickly building to a passionate wresting match, first in her mouth, and then in mine. Her hand moved to grab mine, placing it on her breast. My hand began to move, almost of its own accord, gently massaging, my thumbs moving over her nipples, which I could feel through the thin material of her blouse and bra.
I could feel, rather than see, her hand move to her waist, quickly pull apart the drawstring of her uniform pants, and slip inside. A slight moan escaped her as her fingers slid inside her panties, through her pubic hair and slipped inside her. I felt the movement against my groin of her hand, her fingers slowly moving in spirals across her clit. Her hips began to move in rhythm with her fingers, pushing against me then pulling slightly back, only to push against me again. Our lips parted, I stared into her face, framed by her long hair, dimly illuminated by the safety lights of the snack bar. Her eyes closed, lightly panting, as she brought herself closer and closer to climax.
My hand, left her breast, and moved to my own pants, I felt the bulge of my stiffly erect penis grinding into her with each thrust she made. The sensation was electrifying, as I unclasped my own belt, unhooked the snap, and lowered my zipper. My erection escaped, held in check only by my cotton underpants. A smile came to her lips as she felt my hand release my penis. The movement of her fingers became more frantic, and the thrusts of her pelvis more urgent. I began to thrust with her, our bodies coming together forcefully, with each contact the sensation in my groin, becoming harder and harder to control. My hand grasped the bulge formed by my shaft. Gripping it tightly, I began to stroke myself toward climax. Moving my fist up and down, willing myself to hold on for as long as possible. I felt the first warm jets of cum erupting from my head, quickly soaking through my underwear, as I exploded forcefully; I thrust forward, rubbing against her arm and her stomach, leaving a trail of sticky wetness wherever my erection touched.
I felt the explosion begin deep inside her, even before the guttural moan came from her throat. Her eyes shut more tightly, and a grimace of pleasure formed on her face. Her body thrust against mine, and began to tremble as the movement of her hand slowed, and then stopped.
Sighing deeply, she removed her hand from her pants, and brought her finger to my lips, saying, “Taste me”. I took her fingers into my mouth and sucked her salty juices from them, kissing them lightly as she removed them. Her hand moved to my groin, slipped inside my underwear, and grasped my quickly fading erection. She brought her hand to her mouth, sensually licking the palm. “Mmmmm, I want more of this, in my mouth, and deep inside my pussy.” She whispered.
We lay together for several more minutes, our breath returning to normal. “I need to get up and get back over there before I fall asleep here” she sighed. “We’ll talk in the morning.” She quickly retied her drawstring, straightened her blouse, and, with a final kiss, got up, and went back to where she had been laying. I straightened myself, as best I could, rolling over so I could watch her sleep, I soon fell asleep myself.
Dawn came too soon; I went about my duties, constantly reminded of our encounter by the sticky dampness in my pants. At eleven o’clock, after Connie had finished her part of preparing lunch, she came back to the stockroom, and knocked on the door. “Do you know where Green Meadows Apartments are babe”, she asked. “Yeah, right off Hikes Lane” I replied. “I live in one twenty-three I sure would like it you came over tonight, say around seven? There are some things I want to show you”, she said with a wink. “I’ll be there sweetheart”, I said, with a grin on my face.
The rest of the day crawled by, my replacement finally showed up at three, bitching about what a lousy drive he had on the way in. Connie had left almost an hour earlier, stopping by to whisper, “See you later lover”. The drive home was no picnic, but after 30 minute of slipping and sliding, I pulled into the drive of my mother’s house. The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur, I told my mother that I was going over to a friend’s house to spend the night. The five o’clock news announced that school had been cancelled for the following day. My mother finally gave her blessing for me to stay out all night, and made me promise to be careful driving. I showered, shaved, put on jeans and a button down shirt, and headed out at six fifteen. The road crews had been busy, and a fifteen-minute drive only took me forty-five minutes. It was almost exactly seven when I pulled up in front of apartment one twenty-three.
Connie pulled the door open after my first hesitant knock. She was wearing a light blue satin robe that stretched only halfway to her knees. Her hair, still damp from the shower cascaded over her shoulders. She greeted me with “Hi sexy, come on in and shut that door behind you, its damn cold out there”. Smiling, she turned, “I need to get my hair dry, come on in, and make yourself comfortable”.
The apartment was large, well furnished, and comfortable. As I wandered around the living room, I heard a hair dryer start in the bathroom. “There’s some wine in the fridge, pour us both a glass, they’re above the stove” she called over the noise of the dryer. I found the glasses, opened the fresh bottle of red wine, and filled two glasses. I heard the hair dryer shut off, a cabinet close, and a moment later a sultry voice say, “So, what do you think lover?” her hair was arranged to frame her face, and accentuate her good looks. The blue gown was now partially open, revealing skin to the navel. Her legs smooth and well formed stretched downward to bare feet. “You are an AWESOME sight.” I said. I could smell her perfume, as she moved in front of me, unbuttoned all but the bottom button of my shirt, and said, “You don’t look too bad yourself. C’mere you” grabbing the material of my shirt, she pulled me to her. We kissed, only lightly at first, but soon, our lips, tongues, and arms were intertwined in a hot, erection building, embrace. Satisfaction, lust, and love combined to give me a high like I’d never had before, we were finally alone.
She pulled away, and grabbing my hand, led me into the living room. “Sit on the couch lover” she whispered, I obligingly sat, as she moved about the room dimming lights, and turning on her stereo. She sat beside me on the couch, our legs touching, I could feel the heat spread through my body as she took a long drink from her glass, placed it on the table, and moved her hand to my inner thigh.
Leaning into me, she whispered in my ear, “We’re going to take care of you first lover, then me, then both of us together, okay?” I nodded, feeling the tingling in my groin. She began to kiss my throat, unbuttoning the last remaining button of my shirt. Her hands, silky smooth, pushed my shirt back, and moved over my chest. Her lips left my throat, and lightly kissing me, moved to my right nipple. She began to nibble on me, her left hand pulling my shirt off my shoulder, then moving over my left nipple, her fingers closing, and pinching me lightly.
Her right hand moved to my waist, grasping my belt, she quickly unhooked the clasp, and feverishly unbuttoned my jeans pulling them open. Her lips left my chest, moving upwards to my throat, my chin, and finally my lips. We kissed, as her hand slowly, first massaged the even now expanding, bulge in my dark blue underwear, and then, pulling them down, exposed my erection. “Get those off”, she demanded in a breathless, husky voice. I obliged, clumsily, pulling my jeans, then my underwear, and finally my socks off, and throwing them on the floor. I took off my shirt, as an after thought, and sat there naked beside her. Awaiting her approval, my erection quivering in anticipation of what was to come; I sat back in anticipation, as she surveyed what her orders had revealed.
“Mmmmmm,” she murmured. Once again, we kissed, tongues, touching, probing. After a moment, her lips left mine, traveling to my throat, down my chest, pausing, to kiss each nipple. Her hand moved to my inner thigh, sliding slowly upward to cup my testicles in her hand. Her lips and her tongue moved from my chest to my stomach, I felt her hair brushing my erection, as her tongue drew ever-tightening circles. I moaned in excitement, fidgeting, my hips moving side to side on the couch. “You try to hold on there hon, for both of us, okay” she whispered. I nodded as, with a last seductive smile, her lips gently kissed the tip of my shaft. Her lips parted, and slid over the purple swollen head, sucking gently. Her hand caressed, and then tightened on my testicles. I thrust upwards slightly, pushing myself several inches into her mouth. Her teeth closed on my shaft, warning me that this was not what she wanted.
Dropping back into the couch, I surrendered to her mouth and the feelings that were pulsating through my groin. Watching the back of her head, which began to slowly at first, but with ever quickening strokes, slide up and down on me. Her lips moved from the tip of my erection to far down my shaft, I felt the suction on me, her tongue licking, her teeth occasionally nipping me, as I moved closer, and closer to losing control. “I’m going to cum, oh god, I’m going to cum”, I whispered; “mmmmm” was her only response, as her mouth continued its now almost frantic movement up and down my shaft. Her grip tightened on my testicles, holding me in place, as I lost all control. I felt the eruption begin in her mouth, a mounting ejaculation of hot liquid that she sucked from me, swallowing, even gulping it down. Her mouth moved to the top of my shaft, a tightening stroke and increased suction that pulled from me the last few jets of semen.
I lay my head backward panting, her head moved to rest in my lap I felt her breath, hot, on my saliva-covered shaft, as it slowly became less swollen.
She came to her knees beside me looking down into my face with a smile touching the corners of her mouth; the lust in her eyes was apparent, even to my inexperienced eye. Her hand moved to grip the back of my head, her fingers closing on a handful of hair, she pulled my face to hers, our lips meeting, then parting, her tongue, pushing into my mouth, pushing against my tongue.
She was almost panting, as she pulled away from me and said in a husky voice, “Get on your knees on the floor, I need you to do me, NOW”. I moved to the floor, kneeling in front of her. She feverishly untied her robe, pulling it apart to reveal her beauty. Her breasts, perfectly formed, each of their nipples, erect, standing straight in the midst of her dark areola. Her stomach was flat and hard, leading my eyes to the triangle of dark blonde hair splitting her long legs.
She slid her bottom forward and placed each of her feet upon my shoulders, revealing her pink swollen lips, the moisture evident between them. My eyes moved from them, to the tightness around her anus, it’s opening, puckering and un-puckering slightly with each tightening of her muscles. Her hands moved to her inner thighs, then upward, to frame her marvelous bush. Her fingers moved to spread herself, the moisture nearly spilling from her. Needing no more encouragement, I moved my face forward, feeling the heat from her crotch, smelling the scent of her. My tongue pushed inside her, lapping the juices that flowed from her. Her hands released her lips, with a groan, “Yeah baby, do me”. Grabbing my hands from her hips, she placed them on her breasts, moving them to massage the erect nipples. My tongue pushed deep inside her, licking forward, and upward. I began to thrust my head forward, literally making love to her with my tongue. A hand moved to the back of my head, pushing me into her wetness, forcing my tongue even deeper then before. I began to drown in her juices, panting, gasping for air and only able to take in more of the heat and moisture that flowed from her. My fingers moved to pinch her nipples, twisting them at the same time, the pressure relaxed on the back of my head, as her fingers moved to the swollen and erect button, directly in front of my eyes. My tongue momentarily left her wetness, and traveled to the tightness of her anus, pushing into it, licking it, feeling the muscle tighten, and loosen with each push into her. Her finger began to draw circles around her clitoris, stroking it, drawing a deep moan from her. Understanding her desire, I moved my mouth upward, gently biting her finger; I replaced its movement with my tongue.
Her hips began to thrust forward; “Oh damn baby” escaped her lips. The strokes of my tongue became more and more forceful, as I realized the effect I was having on her. She panted, “Yes, Yes”, the thrusting of her hips, pushing into my face, then pulling back, only to thrust forward again. I sucked her clitoris into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue, very gently nibbling on its erectness.
Her thrusting began to become frantic, then, stopped suddenly as I felt the muscles of her groin become rigid. A noise, “uhng, uhng, uhng” welled from deep in her throat. My tongue left her clitoris forcing myself deep inside her, feeling her ejaculation well out from her, then, lapping up the juices that flowed so freely. She collapsed, backward, panting, moaning, “God damn lover”, as I sucked the last of the juices of her cuming from her.
I grabbed my shirt from the floor beside me, and wiped my face. The relaxation and pleasure on her face evident from her broad smile, and half-closed eyes. I stood in front of her, smiling down at her. She offered me her hands, and I pulled her from the couch, crushing her to me, bringing our lips together, and hugging her. I whispered in her ear, “I love you”. “I know you do hon, and I like you too, you were awesome”, she whispered back. We stood there for several minutes, our breathing returning to normal, and the trembling of our bodies slowly subsiding.
“C’mon baby, follow me”, she said, making her way to the rear of the apartment, turning off lights as she went. “Time for you and me to go to bed”. I followed, watching her every move. My excitement growing as we entered her bedroom and the robe that she still wore was slipped from her shoulders, and fell to the floor. “Go ahead and lay down baby,” she whispered, nodding her head toward the bed “I need to take care of some things”. She grabbed a lighter from the bedside table, and lit the large candle standing there. Moving around the room, my eyes following her naked beauty every step, she lit more candles, until there were a full dozen glowing in their places. She moved to the light switch, and plunged the room into a romantic glow, the shadows shifting against the walls whenever a movement made the flames flicker.
I lay naked in the middle of the bed, on top of the comforter, my legs slightly spread. She knelt beside me, looking down at me, her eyes roaming from my face, to my chest, then to my half erect penis. She smiled and sighed as she lay down beside me, placing her head on my arm, and snuggling close to me. I raised myself on one elbow, and smiled down at her, her hand moved to the side of my head, and stroked my hair, as I admired her face.
I lowered my face, and kissed her, her hand moving to the back of my head, and holding me close. My free hand slipped to her left breast, tracing circles in the areola, brushing against her rapidly stiffening nipple. My hand cupped the front of her breast, lifting it, stroking the nipple, as my mouth moved to kiss first her throat, then after running my tongue down her cleavage to close over her nipple, expanding, to suck the entire dark brown areola into my mouth. My tongue flicked the tightness of her nipple, as a low moan escaped her. My hand slid down her stomach, through the softness of her triangle, and, mimicking her movements of earlier, began to lightly stroke her swollen clitoris.
She laid her head back on the pillow, surrendering to the feelings that were flowing through her. My finger traced slow circles around her clit, and then began to rub in an up and down motion, lightly pressing her. Her breathing became panting, moaning, she began to move her hips from side to side. My erection, now full, and hard, pressed into her ribs, letting her know how her arousal, had aroused me. Her hips began to arch upward, complementing the motion of my finger upon her, her breathing became sharp, and shallow, as she whispered, “Yeah baby, Yeah”, the motion continued, my finger, stroking her, her hips, raising, then lowering feverishly. Her hand suddenly grasped mine, and leading me, forced my finger deep inside her. I felt her muscles grab my finger, spasming; the release of her juices flowing around my finger as she climaxed.
After a moment, she came to her knees beside me, grabbing hold of my stiff, quivering erection; she forced me onto my back. She moved to straddle me, positioning herself over my shaft, still held tightly in her hand. “Now its time baby, both of us together, you wait for me, okay?” she said, I nodded my understanding, and braced myself, as she slowly lowered herself onto me. I felt the head of my penis pass her lips, enter the heated moisture of her vagina, and slowly plunge deep, deep inside her. She ground her body from side to side, grimacing, until our bodies came together, our pubic hair mingling. Pausing momentarily to allow me to grab hold of the sensations exploding in my groin, she smiled at me and asked if I was okay. “You look me right in the eyes baby, okay?” she whispered. “Yes darling”, I whispered back. Our eyes locked on one another, she began to lift herself off my shaft, raising herself until only my swollen head remained inside her. She paused for only a second, before impaling herself once again on my erection. Over and over again, raising up, plunging once again, every few strokes, pausing at the bottom to grind her groin into mine. An uncontrollable sensation was building inside me, yet still, I held on, forcing myself to concentrate only on the beautiful half closed eyes that stared into mine.
The dance continued, the sensation within me exploding each time she raised herself up from me, only to slam down onto me, my shaft, penetrating deep, deep within her. Her eyelids began to close, her head began to tilt farther and farther back, as her breathing became shallower, and the moans coming from deep inside her became louder, and louder. Her hands, resting on my shoulders, closed, her fingernails pushing into the flesh of my shoulder, as she groaned, “C’mon baby, cum with me, its time”. I closed my eyes, and surrendered to the light exploding in my head, the intense longing to release the pent up pressure within my groin.
I felt the walls of her vagina closing around my erection, the sudden increase of moisture signaling the beginning of her ejaculation; mingling with the first hot spurts of semen shooting from my still deeply imbedded head. My hips thrust upward, raising her off the bed, plunging my hardness even deeper into her than ever before. “OH MY GOD” she screamed, arching her back and throwing her head back. I lowered myself to the bed, then, suddenly thrust forward again, driving deep inside her, lifting her. Shooting even more hot spurts of cum deep inside her, a guttural snarl escaped her, as her muscles continued to close on me, milking the final spurts of my ejaculation from me.
Her head fell forward, hair falling off her shoulders, to drape upon my chest, as she leaned into me. She collapsed onto me, and then rolled off, resting, panting into my ear. “Oh Shit Baby, that was good”. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight. After several minutes, she roused herself, then with an “I’ll be right back baby”, excused herself. She returned several minutes later, pulled down the bed, and asked me to join her. “Please, stay with me tonight”, she asked, after cuddling up against me. “I want to” I responded. A deep satisfied sigh escaped her, as she settled into a deep sleep. I lay there for what seemed like hours, feeling her naked body pushed up against mine, until I too fell into a deep sleep. When I awoke in the morning, she was gone. A note on the table said she had gone to work, “please lock up when you leave. Hugs & Kisses, Connie”.
I saw her at work the next weekend, but something had changed between us. She was, if not cold, then distant. Not long after that, I quit my job in Dietary, and went away to college. I never spoke to Connie after that, but I’ll always remember my first love, and that special night that taught me so very much.
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