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Chapter 1

The Forgotten Years (c) Copyright Heman Holher 2009

By Heman Holher

February 2009

It is fascinating that a relationship that took place 45 years ago can bring back such strong and pleasurable feelings; that it can produce such lively sex-dreams; and that makes me feel like trying to find her and rekindle the relationship. I am surprised what I can recall about what we nt on in those early years, and I might speculate what a re-union would be like.

We met in graduate school that was in the small town where our families just moved so they could be on the faculty. We each lived home not far from each other and would often walk home together. We were both brought up in pretty restrictive environments; she went to an all girls boarding school and all womens college, and I came from a family of brothers and went to an all mens college. There was something warm and cozy that was sparking between us when together even though we were studying in different academic disciplines.

I recall her as being just as suggestive and aggressive as I was to have fulfilling sex. I recall during a school holiday time of walking up the hill to her house to meet her so we could walk up town for lunch. I knocked on the door and she greeted me in her yellow baby doll pajama’s. Her parents were away for the day to a meeting or visiting friends. She pulled me in the door and we walked to the kitchen. She sat on my lap and when I put my arm around her, I realized she had no undergarments on. I pulled her closely and gave her a soft kiss. My other hand slid up under her pj top to find a warm soft full breast. I had strong feelings rushing through me and I could sense that she did too with her nipples becoming engorged.

As I felt her breasts and nipples she stood up, slid down her bottoms, unzipped my pants and straddled herself across me. She worked her moist pussy across me until her libla encompassed my erection. I moved from feeling her breasts and nipples to bringing her close so we could kiss. As she moved her pussy back and forth to take in more of my cock I stuck my tongue into her mouth. I tongued her in rhythm with which she moved up and down on me. It got more intense as she pushed to get more of me into her. Suddenly she got up before either of us came, she took my hand and led me up to her bedroom where we pulled off each others clothes. She pushed me on my back, played with and licked my cock to re-harden it then straddled and sat down on it slowly as it grew and pulsed. She kept moving down more and more onto it and then suddenly pushed down on it real hard while crying out how much it hurt. She had pushed me through her hymen and there was a dribble of blood down my cock onto me.

She held her position than slowly raised herself up and than down again. I felt her vagina muscles tighten around my erection which by now I felt throbbing as I pushed into her. Her muscles contracted, tightened and contracted as she said she was coming, she was coming. I did too but not quite sure when during this whole activity. We rolled over on our sides facing and embracing each other completely relaxed and falling asleep.

She must have woken first since I felt her hand playing with my cock bringing back an erection. When it came up enough for her she rolled on her back, pulled me on top of her and guided me into her again. I entered her and pushed in hard and fast moving it back and forth as she raised her legs in the air and held me tightly while I pumped and kissed her. She came at least once if not twice while I went limp. Again we relaxed while she used tissues to clean up the goo’s that were on us and on the bed. She stood up naked, went to her dresser and while facing me slid on her panties and a garterbelt, then sat and put on her stockings. She put on a half-slip and then went to her closet and took out a halter dress which was quite revealing when a button just above the waist band was on done.

I dressed, we put on jackets and walked hand in hand up Broadway to a Chinese Diner as if there was not another person in the world. During lunch she undid the button revealing her full cleavage and her breasts almost to where I could see her nipples. She was happy also showing a nice smile and while we talked about upcoming events like a school dance, or different jobs I was looking at she was quite expressive touching my arm for emphasis and once in a while moving her hand up my leg.

We got back to her house and were standing outside talking. As I was leaving she said to me that she got to do something I would not do and that was to loose her virginity. I asked her how it was; she said it hurt but beyond that was no big deal. I was confused what to think as we made plans to go to a movie the next evening.

I picked her up to go to the drive-in ----we had them back in those days. She came to the door in a wrap around dress with knee high stockings and a shawl over her shoulders looking stunning as usual. Usually while driving someplace we chatted about the town and I would often go different ways to show her different places she missed learning abut when younger like the lookout over the river and creek, or the one neighborhood of big old houses belonging to old banking, shipbuilding and brickyard founding families. Sometimes she would slide over close to me as we rode along. I remember getting to the drive-in when she was wearing her wrap-around. When it got dark and the movie began she moved over closely, untied her wrap around and let it flap open. Except for her socks she had nothing on under it. She unbuttoned my shirt and snuggled closely while I held her. I remember caressing her side and back and around her neck and ears as we snuggled. I tried kissing her and fondling her breasts and kissing her but she asked me to stop and to just hold her and caress her as we were doing. There were often times like this when she just wanted to be held and not turned on. I never knew when but she let me know how far she=2 0wanted to go. This took some getting used to since I had a perpetual hard-on when we were intimately close together.

Then there were those spontaneous short intense intimate moments. We were at the beach one day laying on a blanket in the shade. She rolled toward me pulling the blanket over her than took my hand and slide it against her crotch. I carefully worked my hand under her suit so I could finger her. I remember finding the inside rim of her vagina, then her g-spot with my fingers as I moved my thumb up along her erecting clut as she shook and then burst into an orgasm. I started to remove my hand when she said not to stop. I don’t remember how many times she could come doing that, but after a while when she started to roll up in the blanket I would automatically slide my hand into her. Often she would be very quiet afterward with no reciprocity. Other times after that I would walk her to the back door which opened into a small enclosed porch I would be so horney that I would grab her butt, pull her close in and try rubbing against her. She would sometimes reach into my pants and jerk me off very quickly. Or sometimes she would kneel down, unzipper me and give me a blow job. I’d be raised to such heights by the latter that I hardly s aw how she was doing it.

It was not until years later when she came to visit me when I had a teaching job in Baltimore that she showed the care with which she would bring her tongue up along the sensitive vein making my cock really hard almost to feeling painful, swirl her tongue around the expanded end, and then move her lips down over it and up again. Sometimes she would try to deep throat it and often would stroke it while taking it in. I would suddenly come in a blast and she would swallow some, or point it away so it went elsewhere or hold it in her mouth and spit it out.

When I got horney I sometimes got rough with her. One time she had shown no interest for a few days. We were doing a jigsaw puzzle at the kitchen table when she leaned over it to reach a distant part of it. I pushed up behind her, pulled up her skirt, pulled aside the thong from her crotch and shoved my cock into her asshole while I reached around so I could finger her pussy. She was moaning=2 0louder and louder that it hurt and so I put my hand over her mouth and pushed harder into her. She bit my hand as I pushed harder against her and finally came. She was laying on the table sobbing, then turned around still sobbing and shaking but holding me tightly. She said how much that hurt but how good it felt. She cleaned off my limp pecker so I could go home.

Our relationship cooled off or a while and then slowly came back together building up from hugging and kissing to more touchy feelies and doing hand jobs on each other to my catching a quicky on the back porch by holding her against the wall with her legs wrapped around me. A couple of times she would bend over with her pussy up and I would pull myself into her while holding onto her hips. She would say that really felt gentle and pleasant. She said she found I did not get rough with her if she kept me dehorned regularly which she did sometimes with her hand, sometimes with her mouth and sometimes with her cunt.

The best and most enjoyable were times we would walk home from school and she would sit me on the living room couch. She would pull up her skirt so I could slide off her panties while she unbuttoned her dress into which I could see her engorged nipples pushing and obviously had no bra on having been that way at school all day. She would open my pants, crawl onto the couch straddling me and I would reach around and hold on her smooth soft bottom to pull her on closer. As I pulled her onto me she would get all my erection into herself and start to move up and down as I kissed and suckled her breasts. She would lean back moaning with joy and pleasure as she had orgasm after orgasm with her contractions eventually causing me to come and relax. Sometimes when she wanted more she would slide off onto the floor and kiss and suck my cock until it got hard again, crawl back on and have more orgasms.

I enjoyed putting my hand on her soft bottom when she was wearing clothes particularly a nice smooth silk or satin dress or skirt. Sometimes I would feel she had no panties on and I would reach up under the dress or skirt so I could enjoy the warmth and softness of her smooth bottom. Often that was enough to get her excited and we would start making love as soon as we found a place to do it. This would often be in the living room on the couch with her crawling on top of me sitting on my erection and coming with orgasms.

A lot of our sexual activities were mechanics; doing it this way or doing it that way. Sometimes it was good and relaxing, other times it was frustrating for one or the other of us. I did not realize until much later that there was a degree of intimacy that went beyond the mechanics which we did not have with each other. Here was two young adults going at it a couple of times a week over a three year period or about 200 to 300 times of deep involved physical relations. It’s a wonder we had time for anything else and that may be what she realized when she went to college. All ended between us for a number of years after that.

When I was home during the summers and finding the occasional date they would ask me about my relationship with my old girlfriend and just how involved it was. It was a small town but it was surprising how many people knew how much time w e spent together during our high school years. I did not know that I had a reputation as a great lover and would easily be involved. These dates were quick to want to get laid even on the first date which usually consisted of dinner and a movie---drive-in of course. I would get calls to join them for dinner and the movies. Although the quick-fucking was good, it did not have the same warmth as my first love girl friend.