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Holding up the blouse, I turned to my oldest daughter as she was looking through a stack of jeans. “What do you think, Lacey?” I asked, “This one or the peach one?”Lacey looked over with a shake of her head, “The peach, Mom. That one makes your hair look blue,” she said with a playful smirk.I laughed and hung it back on the rack. Lacey was fourteen but loved to shop with me. My youngest, Brianna, or, “Sissy,” was sitting in the seat of the shopping cart. I continued to sort through the rack, knowing I wouldn’t find anything in there better for me than the blue one. “Hey, Mom,” Lacey called, “Can I take Sissy and go to the food court? I want some frozen yogurt.”The mall wasn’t crowded, so I wasn’t worried, “Sure hon, I wanted to go to Books-A-Million anyway.”We parted ways and I paid for my selection, adding another plastic bag to my collection. The bookstore was all the way across the mall, so I started walking. Past the accessories shops, Burke’s and Claire’s. Spencer’s was always fun, so I did a quick walkthrough. The kids in there reminded me how old I was, but I couldn’t help thinking, how they weren’t so different from my generation. The hair and the clothes were all just a rebellion against the “system,” whatever the hell that was. Then I saw myself in a mirror on the wall. “Soccer mom,” I thought, Yoga pants and an Eagles sweatshirt. I saw three teenage boys in the reflection checking out my ass. I grunted a laugh and then headed out for the bookstore. There was supposed to be a new Danielle Steele release. The one store in the mall that always seemed crowded. There was a long line by the coffee bar. That figured, I wanted a cup. I shook my head and then headed for the romance aisle. Maybe the line would be shorter in a while. There was no hurry, the girls would be gone for an hour. I was browsing through the new releases when the damn bottom fell out. I justhappened to look up and on the next aisle down, I saw him. Terry Austin, my very first boyfriend from high school. He was one year my senior. That would make him thirty-seven. He looked great. Terry was more than my first boyfriend if I were, to be honest. He was my first love, if high school love counted. He was also my first, well, you know. I’ll never forget that day. It was my sixteenth birthday. I got the best birthday present you could have asked for. My dad bought it new when he was younger. It was his first car. I thought he had sold it a year and a half ago because it had just disappeared from the barn.Yeah, we lived on a farm. Three hundred acres and a hundred and fifty milk cows. It was early mornings and hard work, but it was also a fun life. Anyway, my birthday present. I had blown out the candles, Terry at my side, singing happy birthday with my parents and grandparents. I was an only child. Time to open presents. The boots I wanted from Mom. The grands gave me clothes and money, as usual. Terry gave me a card and a box wrapped in pink birthday wrappings. I tore it open to find the sweater that I had been looking at at the mall. “Thanks, everyone,” I was saying when Dad slid a small box, wrapped in red paper with a red bow on it across the table. I picked it up with a smile and shook it next to my ear. It made a metallic rattle. I looked at my father with a confused grin.“Well, open it,” he said.I carefully took the bow off the box. I was sentimental like that. That bow was going to be put in my hope chest. Pulling the top from the box, I revealed two old keys on a simple ring with a leather fob that read, “Ford,” in a blue oval.I recognized the keys, I mean they had hung on a hook in the kitchen, untouched my whole life. “It’s in the garage,” my dad said.For a few seconds, I couldn’t close my mouth. I couldn’t even move other than to look back and forth from the keys to my dad. I shook my head in disbelief. He nodded his in affirmation. I jumped up and ran from the front door to the garage. Pushing the wooden board from the cradles that it laid in to keep the double wood doors closed, I pulled them out, and there it was. I gasped in disbelief. The rest of the family and Terry caught up with me as I walked into the old barn we used as a garage. “Dad,” I sobbed in disbelief, “It’s beautiful.”He had had it restored. His nineteen sixty-six Mustang convertible. Cherry red with a white top. The interior was redone with red and white leather seats and red carpet. He even had a tube steel roll bar installed behind the seat. I walked to him, knowing he had to have spent a fortune to get it in this condition. With tears on my face, I hugged him for my present. He went through the whole speech about safety, wearing my seatbelt, and how much power it had. Finally, I sat in the driver’s seat and Dad in the passenger. He pushed the button, opening the convertible top, “Never open it while you’re driving, Kitten,” he said. I turned the key and it rumbled to life. Backing out of the garage slowly, I saw Terry, standing with a big smile by my mom and the grands. I waved and put it in drive. Everyone got a chance to ride, Terry lastly. “We are going to the mall,” I yelled as we left. We drove down the road, never exceeding the speed limit. I shook my head back to the present. Terry had picked up what looked like a thick cookbook. His shorts ended at his knees, his calves escort kocaeli still in the shape they were in when he was playing high school football. He looked in great shape overall. My memories took over again, we were at the mall. He was watching me as I tried on shoes. I was so excited about my car. Still not quite believing my dad spent the money to get it in shape. “So, Abbie,” Terry began, “What do you want to do tonight?”I already knew what he wanted to do, we had talked about it so much over the last few months. I looked at him with a smile, “I’m not sure yet,” I answered, “But the way things are going today, I’m feeling good about it.”He smiled and that’s all we said about the subject, never pressured me, and never acted as if I owed him anything. We were going to both have to be ready when it finally happened. A stop at the sports store, he needed a few things, as did I. Then we were on the way home. The drive was fun, with the top down, we took the long way. Dad had said that there was a “V-8,” under the hood. A Three-fifty-one, to be exact. We were on a nearly deserted interstate so we decided to open it up a bit. It was so fast and so smooth. We were at ninety-five miles per hour when I saw the blue lights. “Fuck,” said Terry, “It’s a State Trooper.”I pulled over immediately, opened the glove compartment, and retrieved the insurance card and registration from the envelope. I took my driver’s license from my purse and then waited on the officer. I was in a plaid mini skirt but decided against trying to sexy my way out of it. “Good afternoon Miss. Brumfield,” Officer Townsend, greeted after he read my information, “Do you know why I stopped you today?”“Yes sir,” I answered, “I was speeding.”“And do you know how fast you were going?”“Yes sir,” again, I answered, “Ninety-five miles per hour.”Officer Townsend pressed a button on his collar and spoke into a mike on his shirt. I couldn’t understand him or the reply on his mike. He took out his ticket book and an ink pen. Just before he started writing, another message came over his receiver. “It’s your lucky day Miss.” he said, tossing my information into the car, “Slow down, be safe.” With that, he ran to his car, turned on his siren, drove across the median, and sped away in the opposite direction. We looked at each other and laughed, driving away at the posted speed limit. “Abbie?” Terry said from three feet away, “Is that you?”Jerked from my memory back to thirty-six years old again, I looked up, “Terry? Oh my god,” I smiled in feigned surprise.He held his arms open and we hugged. It felt good to be in his arms after so many years. He held me tightly, as I returned his hug. “How long has it been, Abbs?”“Something like twenty years, Terry,” I answered, still in his strong arms, “How have you been?”“Good, Abbs,” he smiled, “Let me buy us some coffee.”“Great,” I agreed, “I’ll get us a table.”We walked, his arm over my shoulder, to Joe Mugg’s where I took a seat and he stood at the end of the line. I watched him until memories took me again. “Mom, Dad, I’m going to get Terry,” I said, the screen door slamming as stepped off the front porch. Wearing my khaki shorts and red teeshirt, I drove off into the night. Our story was that we were going to the movies. It’s something we do a lot. No one would question us.He was waiting at his mailbox when I arrived. After getting in and stealing a kiss, we continued to our secret. I had already decided that tonight would be the night. I was ready. I’m not saying that I wasn’t nervous. I was terrified, but my mind was made up. The convertible top unfolded over us and buzzed into the closed position. We locked the car in the mall parking lot and then walked the half mile to our real destination. A green neon sign flashed on and off, Holiday Sands Motel. Beneath, a red neon vacancy sign was lit. “Do you have it?” I asked.Terry held up a key attached to a plastic key ring that read, sixteen. That would be our room. His arm over my shoulder as we walked, I said, “Give it to me; I’ll unlock the door.”It wasn’t the Hilton, but it would do. The yellowed globe over the single lightbulb cast a warm glow over the green bedspread. Two thin pillows sat at the headboard in white pillowcases. Terry closed the door and swung the lock around the chrome stud that was screwed to it. I looked at him with a nervous smile, pulling the curtain closed.“Abbs, all you have to say is no,” Terry said sweetly from three feet away.I smiled, knowing he would never hurt me. Terry was my best friend. We shared every secret, every thought. My mind was made up. I wanted to do this as much as he did.With both hands I pulled my tee shirt over my head, revealing my small, lacy white bra. “Come here, silly,” I said, “Kiss me.”Terry smiled and walked to me, kissing me as a lover does. We were in love, as young as we were. I never wanted to be away from him. His hands were warm on my back as we kissed, and I could feel his excitement pressing into my belly button. He truly was big, I had seen it many times as we skinny-dipped in Thompson Creek. His fingers pushed under my waistband and over my panties. His favorite color was white, so I bought these this morning. just enough lace to make them pretty but without being slutty.I’ve never tried to be slutty. My clothes were, kocaeli anal yapan escort I think, pretty and never too tight. To me, it was sexier. His hands slid under my shorts now, cupping my panty-covered ass. My breathing increased, partly from the erotic contact and partly from the anticipation of what was to come, no pun intended. I was timidly touching him in places heretofore I had not. My hands were on his ass as well, I started pulling him closer, feeling his hardness pressing me. The passion of our kiss increased, our tongues dancing a sweet waltz. I took a sharp breath as his hands slid up my body, finding my bra strap. He fumbled with it, trying unsuccessfully to unhook the clasps. As for me, my hands found his belt, pulling the bitter end to loosen it. I had more success. His zipper was next, followed by the button. Open now, I pushed them down. I felt the cool air of the room tighten my nipples as my bra finally fell away. That cool air quickly replaced by the heat of his kiss on my fully erect nipples. I moaned at the new and exciting pleasure. Terry grew impatient and backed away, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor with mine. My eyes dropped to his boxers, tented by his erection. I bit my bottom lip as he pushed them down, revealing himself. My eyes couldn’t believe it. I’d seen him flaccid, but this was different. his cock seemed twice the size as it looked at the creek. “Oh my god,” I thought, “I hope I can do this.”He stood there looking at me. I finally realized that it was my turn. I pushed my shorts down my legs, my panties still hiding my innocence. I was nervous now, my heart racing. Terry must have seen my legs shaking. He stepped closer, taking me in his arms. “It’s okay, Abbs,” his voice soothed me, “We don’t have to.”“Terry, I’m just nervous,” I whispered, “I want to so much. Just be slow and gentle.”He looked softly into my blue eyes. “I’ll never hurt you, Abbie,” he whispered, his lips so close to my ear. “I know, Terry,” I said, without a doubt in my heart, “I’m in love with you.”“I know,” he affirmed, “And I’m so in love with you.I took his hand and led him to the bed. Together we lay down on the top of the covers. “I don’t have a condom,” he whispered, “I forgot to go to Eckerd’s.”“It’s ok,” I said as his hand slid into my panties, “I’ve been on birth control for three months.”His fingers found my clitoris and I breathed in a sharp breath. I could feel my wetness as he played with me. “Do your parents know?” He asked.I gasped and moaned as he touched my secret skin. “Mom does,” I breathed, grabbing his wrist, “She took me to Doctor Munson. She knew we were getting closer and didn’t want me taking chances.”“She is okay,” he began, “With this, I mean?”I held his wrist while we talked. It just felt too good. I couldn’t concentrate. “No, but she knew it would happen, someday.” He looked at me with those brown eyes, knowing that this was a huge step. He knew it had to be special. No more talking, we kissed like it was our first kiss. I released my grip on his wrist. I found his dick with my young hand, feeling it for the first time. It was thick and hard. I could feel it throb in my palm. Hooking the waist of my little panties, I pushed them down in the front with my thumb. I could see his fingers glisten with my wetness. Everything seemed like a dream. Terry, eased between my knees, his cock pointing straight at me. I saw wetness coming from the hole on his tip. I watched him take my panties off and look at me down there. I wanted him now, more than anything. I wanted to know how it felt. I knew there would be pain, but I also knew there would be pleasure. “There you go,” Terry said, bringing me back to the present and setting my coffee on the table, “It’s hot.”The coffee smelled so good, but my mind was on the wetness between my legs. The memories were making me so hot. “Thank you,” I said with a smile. “I see you are married,” he said, taking my hand and touching my wedding band.“Almost fifteen years, I have two girls,” I said, offering a weak smile, “Did you ever marry?”He looked at me with those sad brown eyes, still such a puppy dog. “No,” he said, slowly shaking his head, “I’ve tried dating, but.”“But?”“Oh, I don’t know,” he smiled, “After the war, I just couldn’t.” “I heard you joined the Marines,” I said, “But I had no idea you were in the war.”“Four tours in Afghanistan,” he said, eyes on the table, “I am going to retire in two years.”“You’re still in?”“Yeah,” he answered, “It’s been a career.”I sensed pain in him and put my hand over his. “Terry, are you okay?”“Yeah, Abbs,” he said, “I guess it’s just all the memories.”“Oh,” I breathed, “Me, or the war?”He looked me squarely in the eye, “I’ve done nothing in the war that I regret. Every life I’ve taken, every life I’ve saved, there was a purpose and reason. But you Abbie. The biggest regret of my life was leaving you.”“I’ve missed you too,” I said softly, “I almost lost my mind when you guys moved. It was just so sudden.”“Lost your mind,” he said with a short laugh, “Abbs, I’ve spent the last eighteen years, in love with you. I have dated, but I’m talking about two women. Two, Abbie. I haven’t had sex since we were ripped apart. “ I looked at him in total shock izmit yabancı escort and disbelief. There was no way he was telling me the truth. “Terry,” I began.“It was like I would be cheating on you, Abbs. The two women I dated, that was a one-date-and-done deal,” he said, almost tearing up. I felt a tear run down my cheek.I was stunned, speechless. I sat there, just looking at him. My guilt welled and started making me shake. “Abbie, don’t get me wrong. I’m so happy for you, that you made a life for yourself. Me, I am okay now that I know you are okay.”Tear tracks stained his cheeks, as well as mine. What a fucking time for his phone to ring. “Yes sir, Lieutenant,” he said, holding up his finger to ask me for one minute. I nodded my head and took a sip of the strong, black coffee. My mind whirled. He had been forever in love with me. My marriage was happy, if not exciting. My days were just normal soccer mom days. Clean the house, drive the girls to school and practices. Just mom stuff. My husband, Rich, was a good man. He worked, made a living, and kept us in nice things. Not very romantic, but, well, he was there. “Abbs?” I raised my eyebrows, snapping away from my thoughts, “I need to get back to work.”“Work?”“Yeah, we have a prospective recruit at the center,” he said, “It’s on the first floor.”“You’re stationed here?” I asked, surprised.“Yeah, it’s my last duty station before I retire. They let me come home to finish it out.”“Well, I guess I’ll probably be seeing you around,” I said, standing and hugging him. Terry smiled and said, ”I better go put my uniform on.” With that, he turned and walked back out of my life. I sat back down and watched the steam rise from the two coffee cups. My mind wandered back again to room sixteen. Terry was between my knees, his eyes on my young virgin pussy. I was nervously waiting for him to take me, to claim me as his. It was a surprise when he dropped between my thighs and kissed me there. I watched him breathe in my scent, as a buck would his doe. His tongue slowly swiped across my clitoris, tasting my juices. The second taste was not as tentative. my eyes closed as I absorbed the newness of pleasures that coursed through my body. I found myself pinching my nipples as Terry so delicately ate my pussy. Every nerve in my body buzzed with anticipation. I knew that I was wet. I saw the evidence on Terry’s chin, his eyes staring up at mine as he worked. I had brought myself to orgasm in the past. I knew what it felt like to come. But this time, oh, it was so much better. I felt my body tremble and quake with each touch of his tongue. He was, to say the least, a quick study. This orgasm was so powerful. I pushed myself up on my elbows as Terry continued to feast on my pussy. The room seemed to spin and the light dimmed. I heard myself saying dirty words through clenched teeth until finally, it started to subside. I lay back down, panting and trembling. “Oh, Terry,” I gasped, “That was so good.” My body slowly recovered from the pleasureTerry, however, needed no recovery or encouragement. He knew I was ready. I felt him as I was drifting in my post-orgasmic fog rubbing his thick cock head up and down my soaking slit. The nerves fired back up, but I was ready. I took a deep breath, spreading my legs further. His eyes were fixed on our sex. I felt him push gently, opening my labia with his cock. I closed my eyes again, my head dropping on the pillow. I could feel the pressure of his size as he slowly inched in. It hurt but in a good way. He watched my expression change and started to pull back out, “Are you ok?”“Yes,” I whispered with a long breath, “Go slow, but don’t stop.” My hands softly rubbed up and down his chest.He pushed in again, this time slightly further. I could see his heart pounding in his chest, and felt it in his cock. Mine was beating fast and hard. He pulled out again and pushed harder, deeper, all the way. It felt like I was tearing in two. I grabbed his hips and held him still. “Oh,” I moaned, “Terry, it feels so good. So good.”He leaned down, kissing my lips, his cock buried in my tight, young pussy. The feeling was indescribable. The pain, attenuated by the pleasure, engulfed my entire body. I wanted to cry, but I wanted to shout yes at the same time. I returned his kiss as my pussy got used to the size of his member. We made out like young bandits on the king’s highway. Every movement of his lips on mine, his tongue, and mine transmitted desire to my young, wet pussy. I started to squirm, impatiently, the pain beginning to disappear. “I’m ready, Terry,” I whispered through our passion, “Fuck me.”“Mom?” Lacey, said, holding her baby sister, “You okay?”I shook myself back to the present. “Yeah,” I smiled, “Just thinking about something.”“Did you have company?” She asked, “There are two cups of coffee.”“Yeah,” I said, “Just a girlfriend that had to leave.” That’s when I noticed the business card Terry left on the table. “You guys ready to go?”“Yes ma’am,” Lacey answered, “I have homework.”I picked up both cups of coffee and the card at the same time, dropping the cups in the trash and palming the card. I felt like an ass. We walked to the escalator and rode it to the first floor. It was then that I realized that we would walk past the recruiting center.Lacey carried her sister as I carried the bags. I glanced through the Marines’ window, hoping to get a look at Terry in his uniform. He sat behind a desk, writing on some government paperwork with his pen. His uniform looked so good on him. I was feeling the dampness between my legs almost immediately.
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