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A Quiet Friday -- Her Story (Part 1) {revised} free porn video
The sex act itself, no matter how good, quickly fades in memory to a fleeting moment. Rather, it is everything surrounding that seminal -- possibly life changing -- possibly life creating -- act that is the stuff of memories. So it is that this story, while leading to a single coital act is really a memory of everything else that happened, before, during and after coitus -- all seen with imperfect memory through the haze of time.
Two individuals were brought together by circumstance to share an illicit day of sexual adventure that neither has been able to forget. You can try to dissect their motives or judge the morality of what they did that day. I have tried and failed. The consequences could have turned out very differently, leaving much larger footprints in their lives. But they didn't. In that sense, these two lovers escaped judgment. Instead, with barely visible tracks in the snows of time, they each remember that day and wonder what happened, what really happened, or even if it happened at all. Such are the mysteries of memory.
What follows are my memories of that day. I’m sure Robert experienced it and remembers it differently. So, if you're interested, read ‘A Quiet Friday -- His Story’ if you want to see the day as he remembers it. Let me know with your votes and comments if you like hearing my perspective on things. I have three more parts to share.
Susan
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Thursday Night
First weekend of summer vacation and my parents were going to drive upstate to visit my brother who was in prison. Normally, it meant an all day drive on Saturday, overnight on a cot in a cheap motel-room, a short visit on Sunday morning and then the long drive home – a miserable way to spend a weekend. And, beside that, I hated my brother, and for good reason.
This weekend they decided to take Friday off from work, so they could visit twice and have at least have one full day’s rest between the long drives. I couldn’t stand the thought of three full days of ‘prison duty’. So, I tried to convince them to let me stay home. I almost had my father’s consent, but my mother wouldn’t let me stay home alone. She had already caught Dave and me making-out on the couch, and after what happened with Barb, she assumed the worst. In retrospect, I can’t really blame her for not wanting a pregnant daughter, along with her felonious son.
I made a desperation call to my sister Barb, who came to my rescue. Hearing my plight, she offered to let me stay with her and her husband for the weekend. They lived at Lake Selwyn about 40 miles away. It was decided that my parents would drop me off on Thursday night, so they could get a couple-hour start on the drive before stopping for the night. Barb told me she thought they probably wanted some sexy-time alone together. While staying with my sister meant I wouldn’t have any time alone with Dave, it avoided the hated prison visit -- and, it presented an opportunity to act on something I had been thinking about lately.
My boy-friend Dave and I had been going out for nearly a year. I was as convinced as I could be, that he was the love of my life. So, I had been eagerly waiting for him to make his move. I’m sure he wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to with him -- and we had the opportunity most days after school.
We loved to make out, and he kept pushing the idea of ‘going all the way’. A phrase that I found charmingly naive, even kind of sweet. But, ever since we started heavy petting, I had decided that I would put him off until he came up with a plan for how I wasn’t going to get pregnant. Simply showing up with a box of condoms would have sufficed. But, I was still waiting and making excuses -- telling him ‘I wasn’t ready’. If he couldn’t think far enough ahead or take enough responsibility to buy a box of condoms, he’d simply have to wait -- which, of course, meant I had to wait. And this was the itch that wasn’t getting scratched -- one that I couldn’t stop thinking about -- more and more lately.
Some nights I would lie in bed thinking about it. I desperately wanted to experience sex. I fantasized about my first time each night, when I went to bed and masturbated. I needed someone available for sex, but uninterested in a relationship. In my fantasy, he was mature, thoughtful, kind, loving and gentle. He would know exactly how make love to me and would patiently show me how to make love to him. He’d be mature enough to understand it was for pleasure, not for attachment. Maybe a young married man, I thought. But when I ran through the teachers at school, neighbors and the young men I knew at church, I didn’t find any inspiration.
It seemed like a lot to ask, but when I began thinking about my brother-in-law, I began to realize the many ways in which he would fit the bill rather nicely. Before they married, my sister would tell me all about their sexual exploits. There was no doubt in my mind that he knew how to make love to a woman! He’d been lusting after me since we first met. I loved to tease him whenever Barbara was safely out of sight. He was a gentle soul, and it was really quite easy to ‘come-on’ to him, enjoying the cheap thrill of seeing him get aroused without any real danger. In fact, my only concern was whether, given the chance, he would actually do it. On the other hand, I fantasized endlessly about how I would seduce him, in the right circumstances. So, the more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself that he was the perfect choice – completely neglecting the fact that I had no experience and not the slightest idea how to seduce anyone. I would have to depend on him to make the move.
From then on, every night, I fantasized about how he would do it -- undress me -- kiss and caress my naked body -- get between my legs -- penetrate me -- and take me to an earth-shattering orgasm. At least that was how it always ended in my masturbation fantasy. But still, I wasn’t really sure I wanted anything more than a fantasy.
My little problem had lingered for weeks. I thought about him, but he lived 40 miles away and I saw him at best once a month and rarely had more than a few moments alone with him. Meanwhile, the itch-I-couldn’t-scratch kept getting harder and harder to ignore. So, when the chance of spending a long weekend at their house presented itself, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Barb would be working on Friday, unless she decided to take a vacation-day. That was unlikely, since her ten annual vacation-days were truly precious -- not to be wasted babysitting her younger sister.
When she agreed to let me stay the weekend, she asked me if I was OK being ‘home alone’ with Robert. I laughed and told her that he was always teasing, but totally harmless – I was a big girl and could take care of myself, just fine. Then Barb said something that surprised me.
“Well, don’t worry, I’ll ‘drain his tank real-good’ Thursday night. That’ll slow him down and make Friday easier for you – and probably for him, too. So, don’t be surprised if you hear a little ‘activity’ when we go to bed.”
I replied, “You two do whatever you do. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
It was a surprise to hear Barb talk so openly about sex with Robert. She hadn’t said a word about their sex life, since they married. Hearing my sister talk like this only further aroused my interest. Now, I couldn’t stop thinking about what she meant by ‘drain his tank’. Could she really do that?… so easily?... whenever she wanted? It made me realize how little I knew about men, or making love and how ill prepared I was to act on my fantasy-plans for Friday.
Beside that, I still had to deal with contraception. Barb was on the pill, so there was no reason to think Robert would be ‘prepared’. I was far too shy to walk into a drug store and simply ask the male pharmacist for a box of condoms, which were always kept behind the counter. If only I had thought ahead! A month ago, I could have asked Barb to buy some for me, and she would have assumed they were for Dave and me. But, this was surely not the time to ask. Now, my only hope was that Robert had some tucked away from before Barb went on the pill.
Thursday Night
My parents dropped me off after dinner on Thursday night. Barb greeted me at the door. We chatted as she help me get settled in the front bedroom. After some small talk, she lowered her voice saying that Robert was in the parlor and assuring me,
“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yeah. I know how much of a pain Robert can be -- he gets horny and I don’t want him to give you any trouble. Remember, I promised to ‘drain his tank’ for you and I haven’t forgotten.”
I insisted that it wasn’t necessary, but she went on…
“I have some plans for later that’ll take ‘good care’ of him and maybe even get me a little something.” She smiled and looked at me knowingly, as she said it. I pretended to understand.
“Barb, don’t worry, I’ll be fine...” I paused, “...but, what are you gonna do?”
She must have heard concern in my voice.
“Oh. Don’t worry, it’s not gonna hurt him. In fact, he’s gonna enjoy it. But, when I’m done with him...” she paused, “Let’s just say, tomorrow he’ll be as sweet and docile as a little kitten.”
That ended our conversation and I wondered why she felt compelled to tell me. She seemed to enjoy bragging about her ability to manipulate him. Maybe she suspected my plans, and hoped to discourage me. If that was her goal, she succeeded. I felt even more insecure about my inexperience and my ill-formed seduction plans than ever. I was left to contemplate the prospect of spending Friday with a ‘sweet and docile little kitten’, who would probably not have been interested in me, even if he hadn’t been so skillfully defanged by my sister. How depressing!
In the parlor, Robert greeted me by offering a glass of wine. We were briefly alone while Barb prepared some snacks. My spirits were revived by a spark of sexual energy I felt, as he handed me a wine-glass and filled it.
I chided, “Serving alcohol to underage girls?”
He parried, “Of course, easier to have my way with them.”
I teased, “Why not save it for tomorrow? But don’t be surprised if the ladies have their own plans.”
“And what plans might you have?”
Then pretending innocence, I said, “Oh no, not me! It’s the lady of the house who has some big plans for you.”
At that point Barb rejoined us and the conversation instantly changed to safer topics. The wine had its effect on me quickly. It wasn’t all that late, but I was feeling sleepy, distracted and a little scared about tomorrow. So, I excused myself to shower and go to bed.
While drying-off from my shower, I noticed a carefully folded tissue on the top of the wastebasket. When I looked more closely, I saw several others just like it, further down amidst the trash. It wasn’t hard to guess what it might be. And, I couldn’t resist retrieving and unwrapping it.
Inside was something I knew all about, but had never actually seen before. A condom, and a used one at that. I quickly wrapped it back up and put it in the pocket of my bathrobe. When I finished drying, I went to my bedroom where I could examine it more closely.
Barb was on the pill, so why a condom? Was Robert having an affair? No, that was stupid! If he was, he certainly wouldn’t leave his used condoms in the bathroom for Barb to see. Whatever the reason, I knew there was a supply in the house, which meant contraception wouldn't be a problem.
Leaving that mystery unsolved, I began to examine the condom itself. I had never seen one or held one before. It was longer and bigger than I expected; slippery and amazingly thin -- so thin the latex was translucent. When I held it up by the open end, it hung heavy with a tablespoon or two of semen at the tip. I had never seen semen before, although I’m pretty sure I sent Dave home with semen-soaked undies after our make our sessions. It had been drilled into me that it only took a tiny drop to get pregnant. So, holding a condom full of semen in my hand made me tingle with excitement. I had become aroused, knowing it was Robert's semen and I fantasized that tomorrow night I’d be holding one filled with semen he’d ejaculated for me.
I put out the light and masturbated myself to sleep, fantasizing wildly about tomorrow. Sometime later, I was awakened by a noise, like someone was straining to lift a heavy package. In the countryside it is so quiet at night that even the slightest noise sounds like an earthquake. I heard Robert straining and calling Barbara’s name. It wasn’t hard to figure out that he was having an orgasm. It was the first time I ever heard a man come. I imagined him shooting his semen into a condom just like the one I was holding. Then it became quiet again for a while, until I heard what must have been my sister having an orgasm. She was louder, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying, until she was begging him to stop. After that, I heard them talking softly and then, silence. I held my breath listening intently for something more, before drifting off. -->
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