Knockers
written by:
DG Hear

Knockers By DG Hear

A big ‘Thank You to Estragon for editing this story.

Chapter one:

When I hear the word knockers I have to admit seeing or thinking about a good looking woman with a nice set of jugs. Then there was the movie that came out called Tommy Knockers.

An old girlfriend had given me a door knocker. You know, the kind that attaches to your front door and you grab it and knock on the door with it. The thing is, she bought one to see if I had the balls to put it up. I did!

It was made of brass and was of a miniature size of a man with his legs spread. He was naked and the actual knockers you had to grip to bang against the door was a huge set of balls, which were unequal in size to the rest of the man. I believe it intimidated a number of women, having to grab the set of balls to knock on the door.

We have since broken up but I kept the door knocker. After all, it was bolted to my door. A few of my dates didn't care for it and others asked if it was made from a self-portrait. Being the kind of guy I am, I did let them see the real thing. I've always been kind of a joker and told them that I went by the rule, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours." In this case it usually ended up with a good round of sex.

Just to be official, my balls are about the size of the knockers but not in the proportion of the knockers to the rest of the body. My cock has the knocker beat by a long shot.

I do have to say it's a good break-the-ice conversation piece when I bring a woman to my apartment. If they don't like my knocker then I figure it isn't going to go well. Sometimes I do get surprised, but I do like a woman who is fun to be around.

A little about myself. I'm twenty-seven, I'm six foot tall and weigh in at about two hundred pounds. I'm a contactor and run a lot of heavy-duty equipment for the State. My name is Neil Wright. I've never dated anyone of late that I would consider being Mrs. Wright.

My problem is I love sex and being with only one woman at this time of my life just wouldn't work. I party a lot on the weekends and have quite a few friends. I guess my biggest problem is my friends' wives. Once I have too much to drink, and smoke a little weed, I get brave and horny.

I've been to bed with a number of my friends' wives. Usually I go to one of their houses after the party. We have a couple of more drinks and smoke a little more weed. I usually sleep on their couch and the wife will come out after the husband is drunk and asleep. We will then have some pretty raw sex.

I've been with six of my buddies' wives, and I'm still alive to talk about it. In one sense I'm not proud of it, but in another, I love fucking these married women. I will say that at least two of my friends know I've fucked their wives. In fact they suggested it or at least didn't stop me.

I'll give you an example. After one of the parties Jim and Cindy invited me over. It was Cindy's sister Cheryl that bought me the door knocker. Cheryl wanted to get serious and I just wasn't ready for a commitment. In fact I was hoping someday to have sex with Cindy. She and I were always flirting but after her sister and I broke up I was lucky if she would talk to me.

After a couple of months she cooled down and told me that she was mad at me for breaking up with her sister. I explained to her that her sister wanted marriage and I wasn't ready for that. Cheryl had already moved on and had a new boyfriend.

The party was at their house and after everyone left I offered to help clean up the house. The three of us cleaned up the majority of the mess and Jim got us all a last drink before turning in. He was the drunkest of the three of us. Jim is usually pretty straight laced but gets a little wild after drinking too much.

He loved to show off Cindy. She always wore provocative clothing, low cut blouses and white jeans that looked like they were sprayed on. She had the body but was a tease and Jim knew it. I've often watched Cindy flirt but never anymore than that. She once told me the only reason she flirted was because it turned Jim on.

After cleaning up the house Jim poured the three of us one last drink. After the last drink, before we would be turning in. He turned on the TV to a midnight movie channel, which showed x-rated movies. Cindy got up; she said she was going to change for bed. I watched her hot ass go toward the bedroom.

I couldn't help but say, ‘Damn'. Jim saw me looking and just laughed. He was proud of his wife and had good reason to be. She came back in the living room wearing a t-shirt and pajama bottoms. She even looked hot in them. I could see she had removed her bra. Her nipples were putting dents in her t-shirt.

She sat on the couch with Jim; I sat in the recliner as we all finished our drinks and watched the TV. All the lights were off except for the TV, which made a dim light in the room. Jim started to rub Cindy's tits.

I could hear her whisper, "Don't, Jim, Neil can see us."

"He can't see shit, it's dark in here and he's watching the flick." He lowered his hand into her pajama bottoms.

She could see he wasn't listening to her, so she grabbed the blanket and put it over her lap. "Easy Jim, I don't want him to see what you're doing." He had to be fingering her by now. It was easy to see she was enjoying it.

She had her eyes closed and was just enjoying what Jim was doing to her. Jim looked over at me. He wanted me to know what he was doing. I saw him smile at me and his hand was moving a lot under the blanket.

I was getting hard watching them. I was no longer watching the movie. I made a bold move and got off the recliner and sat on the couch next to Cindy. I told Jim I could see the movie better from there.

"What are you doing here?" asked Cindy. Her husband was still finger fucking her pussy.

"He just wanted a better view...of the movie," replied Jim.

Cindy didn't say anything as I sat there and watched Jim's hand under the blanket. "Mind sharing the blanket?" I asked as I grabbed some of the blanket, pulling most of it off of her lap.

She grabbed some of it back but not before I saw her pumping her pussy against Jim's hand. She looked at me and held the blanket up to her chin. I was surprised at what happened next. Jim got on his knees and under the blanket in front of Cheryl.

"Jim! What are you doing? No, not here, let's go to the bedroom."

Jim didn't answer, he was in another world. He had reached up and pulled Cindy's pajama bottoms off. "Jim! No! Not here," but Jim wasn't listening. I saw him toss her pajama bottoms to the side. I could tell she was embarrassed. She had never done this in front of me before but I also believe the booze made her horny.

In a bold move I grabbed the blanket off of her lap and Jim's head was lapping her blonde pussy. He wasn't planning on stopping. He looked up at me and said, "You better never tell anyone I let you see Cindy like this."

"You have my word Jim. Damn! She's beautiful." I looked down at Jim eating his wife's pussy with the blonde covered mound. Cindy looked at me very embarrassed. It was like she was in heat.

She was now pumping her pussy into Jim's face. I reached over and slid my hand up under her shirt. She looked at me as I lightly squeezed her breasts. Damn! I loved rubbing her tits. Jim hadn't even seen me yet. He was too busy eating her pussy. When he did look up he gave me a surprised look.

I know he was thinking he never said I could touch her. It was a little late now. He stood up and quickly took off his pants and his cock was hard. He pushed it into his wife. It slid right in. He began to pump his cock into his hot wife. I bared her breasts and began sucking on them.

Cindy was moaning and telling Jim how good it felt. "More Jim More! Fuck me baby! Show Neil how good you fuck me and that you're my man."

She was so hot, talking and moaning. I continued rubbing her tits and for the first time I gave her a real kiss. Not one of these friend's type kisses but a passionate one, even using my tongue. When Jim saw it he shot a load into his hot wife. I could see him pushing his cock hard into her as he came.

"No Baby, not yet! I wasn't there yet," said Cindy.

I pulled back and sat up. Her t-shirt fell back over her tits. Jim said, "Sorry Honey, I couldn't hold it any longer."

Cindy got up and grabbed a handful of tissues and shoved them between her legs and said she was going to clean up and then go to bed. "Neil, I would appreciate if you never told anyone what you've seen. Jim and I have never done this before and it probably happened because we had too much to drink."

"Your secret is safe with me, and by the way, you have one beautiful body." I watched her walk away with a smile, and a vision of her beautiful ass.

Jim apologized to me and asked me not to say anything to anyone. It just went too far but in a sense he felt good to know I thought his wife had one fine body. "I hope you enjoyed it because it will probably never happen again." He got up and said he was going to bed.

I sat there on the couch thinking how I got so close to having sex with Cindy. I slipped off my trousers and glanced back at the movie. I had a hard on from what I saw of Cindy. I was going to jack-off when Cindy appeared in the doorway. All she had on was the t-shirt.

She stared at me and then at my cock. My eyes were on her pussy. I couldn't help it as I pulled my hardened cock out of my briefs. She came forward and said, "This never happened, do you understand?"

I said, "Yes," thinking it was about what she said earlier. Instead she came up to me and straddled my cock and let it slip into her very wet pussy. I think she cleaned it up some from her husband coming in her. God, she was so hot inside.

"I never came, will you make me come?" she said to me.

She was riding my cock so hard that her juices, and probably some of her husband's, were running down my cock. I held onto her hips and pumped my hard cock into her.

"Give it to me Neil. Give me that cock. I know you've wanted to fuck me for years, show me how bad you've wanted me. Fuck my pussy! Fuck it hard!"

I reached up and pulled her t-shirt off and watched her tits bounce up and down. She was so hot. I grabbed her tits, almost mauling them. Her nipples were so hard. I kept squeezing them as she rode my hardened cock.

All of a sudden she said, "I'm coming, fuck me hard, give me your cock, I want it so bad." She bounced hard and then came down and planted her pussy on my cock and started rocking her pelvis against me .

I couldn't hold out any longer as I groaned and shot my very hot load deep in her. She kept up the rubbing of her pussy on me, her pussy muscles squeezing my cock. Jim was one lucky fucker to have this all the time.

After her orgasm subsided she grabbed a handful of tissues and without saying a word, grabbed her pajama bottoms and t-shirt and headed out of the room. I slipped my briefs back on, lay on the couch and went to sleep thinking of the good fuck Cindy just gave me.

She had to be the best of all the wives I've been with. Part of it had to be the challenge and the other was she was damn good looking and a great fuck. We never talked about it again after we had done it. We still did our usual flirting.

****

I need to go back and tell you more about myself and why I am the way I am. I'm going to begin with graduating from high school. I was always a flirt, and I went to the gym a lot to keep my body in shape. The ladies always seem to like men with nice six-pack abs above a rock-hard seven inches of Grade A Prime.

I was eighteen at the time and I flirted with a lot of women. I did have one special girl that I had sex with, the Deputy Sheriff's daughter. Needless to say, he caught his baby buck-ass naked on her hands and knees while I was giving her my absolute best, and filed charges against me. The charges for having sex didn't stick. Tracy and I were both eighteen, and the sex was consensual.

However, her dad hated me and vowed to get me some day. One day he did arrest me for underage drinking and having less than an ounce of weed.

It happened at a graduation party but I was the only one that was arrested. Deputy Dad had it in for me. He laughed as he took me in. It didn't sound like much but it was my third time being caught for underage drinking.

The Judge took me in his chambers. He was a good friend of my dad's and made me an offer he said I couldn't refuse. He said I needed to grow up or before long I would be getting into real trouble. My dad came to the meeting with me.

The Judge said if I would join a branch of the service, he would drop all the charges against me. If not, he would have to send me to jail this time for a minimum of ninety days.

Dad agreed with the Judge that I needed to change my life. I had two sisters and two brothers. I guess I was the only one that was any serious trouble to my parents. I never studied much so I would have a hard time in college, besides my parents didn't have the kind of money to pay for all the tuition.

I talked with Dad and I went down to the Army recruiter and signed up. I would be leaving within thirty days. The week before I left I called Tracy, the Deputy's daughter, and she met me at a motel and we fucked the whole night. I really liked her and she was the closest I ever had to a girl I really cared about. We both knew it would never work out because of her dad.

I said goodbye to my family and headed to boot camp. It was hard but thank God I was in good physical condition. After boot camp I would get two weeks off, then go train some more somewhere, and then I was going overseas. I wasn't sure of the destination yet. It was probably Kuwait or Afghanistan.

I said goodbye to my family. I was scared but I knew this was best for me. I did get with Tracy one more time without her dad knowing. Looking back I probably did love her but was just too immature.

I spent a year and a half overseas. I signed up for a second tour overseas after I got a letter from Tracy. She said she was pregnant and when she told her parents her dad found out I was the father, he had her have an abortion. She had no money and had no way to raise a child without her dad's help. What a fucking prick!

Tracy's mom actually liked me but her dad ruled the household and made the major decisions. I felt bad for both Tracy and her mom. After that we never communicated. I doubted she would ever want to see me again.

While in the service I ran heavy equipment. We would help build new roads from Kuwait to Afghanistan. It was dangerous sometimes, because the terrorists were all about trying to blow up our equipment, and us with it. I was proud of myself for all that we accomplished.

I also had my share of sex. Unfortunately I had to pay for it. I couldn't believe how cheap it was but I guess it rakes the ego a little to have to pay. Whenever I had a little R & R, (rest and recreation) I traveled to other Asian countries and toured them as well as tried out the local women.

It's hard to believe how many men sell their women. I have been with wives, sisters, mothers and girlfriends of the men in some of these countries. At first I basically paid to get my rocks off. The women always made sounds like they enjoyed the sex.

I found out that most just made the sounds and weren't getting off at all. That's when I decided to work on the women with foreplay until I could tell they were actually into it. I could tell that they were getting wetter and felt actual spasms after coming.

I thought of every woman, regardless of age, as my lover and treated her that way. Some wouldn't kiss me at first but since I was paying them most went along. The men weren't too happy about my time with their women but the women seemed much happier.

I would spend a good half hour on foreplay, gently rubbing their small tits and sucking on their nipples. I would always rub their mounds and finger fuck them to help get them ready. If the women seemed really clean and into it, I'd even do oral.

Most women who were prostituted didn't get this kind of attention. For them it was usually a quick fuck but I did my best to make love to them and was well rewarded. I guess that was part of my learning experience to put the woman first and the sex would always be better.

After my return home I finished my active duty in Kentucky. I would then be in the Army reserves for two years. I stayed in Kentucky and got a job with the state. I made a lot of friends but most of them were married. The wives were always trying to fix me up.

I loved the sex but just didn't feel serious enough to commit to a relationship. Since most of my sexual affairs happened on the first date, I had to wonder how faithful these women would be in a marriage.

I know this sounds dumb coming from me but if I ever got married I would want a relationship built on trust. I would want a monogamous marriage. I guess that is one of the drawbacks on sleeping with the wives of my buddies. I didn't trust women all that much. I loved being with them but can't say I would trust them.

****

I got a call from my younger brother, Todd. He told me he was getting married and asked me to be his best man. He was two years younger than me and for some reason always looked up to me. I guess it was my bad boy attitude. He was nothing like me.

He went to college and graduated with a degree in accounting. I'd only been home a couple of times since I got out of the service. My parents came and saw me twice. They told me they were proud of me and how I turned my life around. Mom said all I needed was a good woman. God, I loved my family but felt like something of a failure.

I told Todd I would be his best man. He was elated and told me all the particulars on the wedding. It would be in two months. While we were talking on the phone he told me that Tracy's dad, the Deputy Sheriff, was killed in an auto accident about six months ago.

I was shocked that such an asshole would even die. I wished I would have known because I would have paid condolences to Tracy and her mom. I felt sad for them. I hadn't written or seen them since I got that letter about the abortion years ago. Tracy was one of the reasons I rarely went home. I guess deep down you always have feeling for certain people. We just put those feelings in a little box and lock them up.

I showed up on Friday for the wedding rehearsal. I saw Todd standing there with a really good-looking woman. She looked a little familiar, and thought I might have known her. I knew it wasn't his bride-to-be because I'd met Julie before. They made a nice couple; I was happy for my younger brother. For some reason he still looked up to me. I used to protect him from the bullies when we were in school. He and I were quite the opposites.

Todd's eyes lit up when he saw me. "Neil! You made it. I'm so happy to see you. Julie will be here in a minute."

I looked over at the young women and she smiled back at me. "You don't remember me do you Neil? I'm Erin Cook, Tracy's younger sister. Remember you use to pull my pigtails?" She was smiling.

"My God! You're so grown up, and if you don't mind me saying quite beautiful." I couldn't help thinking of Tracy. "How's Tracy doing?"

"She's doing fine. You can ask her yourself. She'll be here any minute. She's one of the bridesmaids."

"What?" I looked over to my brother. "Todd, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I wanted you to be my best man and I was afraid you would have refused if I had told you."

About that time Julie came up to me and gave me a hug. "Neil, I see you made it. Were you surprised that Erin was my maid of honor?"

"Yes, but more surprised to find out Tracy is one of your bridesmaids. Does she know I'm in the wedding party?"

"Yes, she knows. Neil, I know the two of you have history but she's as nervous as you are to see you again. Erin is my best friend. We went to college together. So when I picked bridesmaids I asked Tracy."

About that time I looked around and saw Tracy come through the door. I don't know why but my heart skipped a beat. She came up to all of us standing there. I couldn't help but put my arms around her and give her a hug.

When I let her go, she had tears in her eyes. "It's so good to see you again. Maybe if we get a chance we can talk later," said Tracy.

"I'd like that," I replied."

Julie said it was time for the rehearsal. We were all going over what we would be doing but I couldn't get my mind off of Tracy. I was paired with her sister but that was only walking down the aisle. Her boyfriend Jim was an usher, so I knew they would be together at the reception.

After the rehearsal, all of the wedding party went out to dinner together. Dad was paying for this dinner. I drove over by myself, seeing I had my own car. The restaurant had a buffet. I saw Todd and Julie in a booth with Erin and Jim. Mom and Dad were at a table with my older brother Bob and his wife Karen. Their three kids sat at a table of their own.

As I was looking around for a place to sit, I heard a voice behind me, "Please come and sit with me." It was Tracy.

"I'd love to!" I responded.

We sat down in a booth by ourselves. I saw Mom smile when she saw Tracy and I together. We got up and got our food and sat back down. Dad wasn't paying for booze, so we ordered a soda.

"Tracy, I'm sorry to hear about your dad. I know he didn't like me but he was probably just protecting you. If I knew I would have come to the funeral."

"Thank you. He wasn't that bad of a dad, except when he told me to give up our baby. I still wish I would have said ‘No' to him and moved out. I still regret my decision. I know it hurt Mom also. It would have been her grandchild. I was only three months along so no one else even knew except for Erin."

"I should have been there for you and I wasn't. My life hasn't been the same since. Are you married? I see a ring on your finger."

She smiled at me. "No, I got tired of being hit on all the time and it helps deter some men. Others don't seem to care if a woman is married or not."

I know I wouldn't be able to tell her much about my past. Half or more of my sexual encounters were with married women. She asked me about my life since leaving the service and I told her about my job.

"So, you've never gotten married?" she asked me.

"Tracy, to be honest, I've never found the right women. I've dated a lot but staying away from any commitments."

"I'm pretty much the same. My problem is I keep waiting for the perfect guy. When I was a lot younger I thought I had met him but things didn't work out." I saw her look down at her plate. I was pretty sure she was talking about me.

"Things change, maybe things will work out for you yet." I took one of her hands in mine. She smiled at me.

About that time everyone started to get up and get ready to leave. We got up and I gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow," I said.

I walked her to her car and headed over to Mom and Dad's to spend the night. Mom told me it was nice seeing Tracy and me together. She always liked Tracy and Erin. I told Mom it was nice seeing her too, and that she is as beautiful as ever. I headed up to the spare room to get some sleep.

It didn't happen. I tossed and turned all night. I couldn't get my mind off of Tracy. I wondered what it would be like to hold her and dance with her and even make love to her. We were so young when we were last together. I finally must have dozed off some time. I woke up with Todd getting me up. He was all excited; he kept saying he was getting married today.

Chapter two:

"Neil, I'm sorry for not telling you about Tracy. I know the two of you broke up when you went in the service. No one would tell me any more since then; I hope there isn't a problem. She seems nice to me and often asks about you."

"It's ok, Todd. Believe it or not, I was happy to finally see her. Brings back some nice memories. Is there any problem if I sit next to her at the reception? I think Erin would prefer to be with Jim."

"No problem, Erin and Tracy asked Julie the same thing. Maybe this isn't so bad after all." Todd hit me on my arm and told me to get up. Mom was making us breakfast and then we had to get ready for the wedding.

I walked down the aisle with Erin. We took our spots in front of the church. Next I saw Tracy coming up the aisle with my brother Bob. She looked so damn beautiful. She was looking right at me and smiling.

Julie looked great and my little brother had tears in his eyes. He whispered to me that this was the greatest day of his life. I really felt happy for him. During his vows I was thinking about Tracy. Could we get back together after all these years?

At the reception I did get seated next to Tracy at the head table. She looked at me and said, "I asked Julie if I could sit next to you and she said she would talk to Todd." I was smiling. "Why are you smiling?" she asked me.

"I asked Todd the same question." We both had a short laugh. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

Tracy took me to meet her mother. Tracy walked away for a minute as I talked to her mother. I told her I was sorry for her loss. I also asked her if she had a problem with me being with Tracy.

"Tracy's a big girl and has been making her own decisions for a long time. Do I mind you two being together again? Not at all, just please don't hurt her, she's been through a lot."

I gave Mrs. Cook a kiss on the cheek and walked up and took Tracy by the hand and headed for the dance floor. I loved holding her in my arms. I honestly wasn't sure what I was doing. It seemed the years we were apart just melted away.

I was surprised that Tracy knew so many people. Of course I forgot that she never left the area except to go to college. A number of men came and said hi to her. She introduced me as an old friend. Some of these men asked her to dance. I was a little upset seeing her in someone else's arms.

I sat with her mother and even danced with her. When I asked about some of the men Tracy was dancing with her mother said, "I'll be honest with you. She's dated some of these men through the years. Two had asked her to marry them. She always told them she was sorry, she liked them as friends but was waiting for the right guy."

"Am I the right guy?" I asked Mrs. Cook.

"She never told me, Neil; I don't really know."

I thought to myself, "Is it even possible that Tracy might have held a torch for me all these years?"

After the wedding, I told her I wanted to be with her. She told me that things were going a little too fast. It was a shock just seeing me again. It brought back a lot of memories, both good and bad. I knew what she meant, I was feeling the same way.

I asked her if she wanted to come to my parents' house the next day. Erin and Todd were going to open their presents at the house before leaving for their honeymoon. I would be heading for home shortly afterwards. She said she would be there.

I gave her and her mother a hug before they left for home. I wanted to hold her and kiss her but she was right. It was just going too fast for both of us. I was the guy who wasn't ready for commitment.

The next day all my family along with Julie's family met at Mom and Dad's. They began opening gifts, and all the women would woo and ah at every gift. I could have cared less what they got. I was sitting next to Tracy and that's all I cared about.

My brother opened a present and Julie asked what it was. They got it from some of Todd's work buddies. It was a door knocker very similar to mine. "What is that thing?" asked Julie.

"It's a door knocker," replied Todd. "You grab the balls to knock on the door."

"You're not going to put that on our front door," replied Julie. Everyone was laughing.

Julie offered it to Jim but Erin said, "No way!"

Then she offered it to me but Todd spoke up. "Neil already has one just like it. Don't you, Neil?"

I felt a bit stupid but told them I did. Tracy stared at me for a moment. Then she said, "This I have to see! You actually have that hanging on your door? Do people actually use it?"

"Yes and yes. A friend bought it for me as a joke and I put it up, and yes people who come over use it. It fact it's something of a conversation piece. Look how everyone here is talking about it."

Erin's boyfriend Jim spoke up. "Can I have it Julie? I'd think my dad would get a kick out of it. I can see him putting it on his garage door."

"It's all yours, Jim. Hope your dad gets a kick out of it." Erin just shook her head and smiled.

After all the gifts were opened, I had to get ready to head home. Tracy walked me to my car. I had no idea what I was doing. I was expecting to come to my brother's wedding, party a little, and maybe find a good looking woman and get laid.

Instead I came across the only woman I ever cared for, and hadn't seen in nine years. I was at my car and lost for words.

"Will I ever see you again?" asked Tracy, with watery eyes.

"Oh, God, I have feelings inside of me that I forgot were even there. Tracy, I really care for you but I'm no good. All I do is party, drink beer and smoke weed."

"That's because you never found the right woman. What do you say we give it a chance? Call me and maybe we can see each other once in a while. Besides, I want to see this door knocker in action." She was smiling at me.

"Is it all right to kiss you goodnight?" I asked.

Before I could even get it all out she pressed her lips against mine. It was a long way from a peck. I held her in my arms and we kissed passionately. I didn't want it to stop. When we separated, she had tears in her eyes.

"I never stopped loving you, you know. Please call me," she said as she walked away.

I got in my car and headed home. My mind was a complete mess. What was I doing? I've always said I wasn't the marrying kind. As I drove, tears would come into my eyes, but I shook them away.

When I got home I called Tracy. When she answered the phone my heart beat hard. "Tracy, I want to see you again. When can we get together?"

"Who is this?" she laughed. She knew it was me. "Since it's summer I'm off for the next couple of months. I'm a teacher you know. What do you have in mind?"

"Anything, everything, I want to know if the way I feel right now is real. It's a four-hour drive to your place. What do you say we meet half way, say in Columbus? We can have dinner and take in a movie. Let's say next Friday."

"Ok, but no sex. I need to know that your feelings are real and that we belong together. Can you agree to that?"

I was stumped for a moment, but realized she was right. I needed to know that it was more about Tracy thaen it was about sex. We made the date. I called her twice that week to confirm our date.

The date went great. We met at a Mexican restaurant, had a couple of Margaritas and a nice dinner. We went to the movies and saw a chic flick and ate popcorn together. I put my hand on her leg. She left it there for a couple of minutes before slapping it.

"Neil, you have to understand this is as hard on me as much as it is for you. It's been nine years and I never got you out of my mind. God knows I tried but there just wasn't anyone else. I'm not talking about sex because we were just kids. I'm talking about the feelings I carried in my heart all these years."

After our date I walked her back to her car. We kissed again and again. I even slipped my hand down to her ass and pulled her against me. She wouldn't let me go any further.

I told her I didn't like the idea of her driving home by herself late at night. She told me she went to college in Columbus and made the drive a hundred times.

We kissed one more time and I watched her drive away. My heart was pounding. I knew deep down in my heart that I loved Tracy.

I called her three times the following week and asked her about getting together the following weekend. "I'm sorry Neil, but I have a commitment and can't make it this weekend; maybe next week."

The first thing that came into my mind was that she had another date. I was afraid to ask her. I think she felt the worry in my voice.

"Neil, it's not another man. I'm not going to date anyone but you. I need to know if what we think we have between us is real and not just some hopeful thoughts. By the way, please, no more weed. You can have all the beer you want but not the weed."

"I haven't smoked any since the wedding. I'm trying to change, I want to be with you. Will I see you next week?"

"I hope so. Do you have two bedrooms in your apartment? I was thinking of coming to see you."

"You're kidding! You're going to come here and spend the night? I have a nice couch that I can sleep on. You can have my bed. One of my friends is having a party. Would you like to go to it? It's on Saturday."

"Yeah, I'd like to meet some of your friends. I will be there Friday night. That will give you plenty of time to clean the place up." I could hear her laughing but she was right. I kind of lived like a pig. I had run away from the forced neatness of the service long before.

I talked to her a few times during the following week. I spent all my free time cleaning the apartment. By Thursday night I had it cleaned up pretty good. I was a nervous wreck all day Friday. I had a hard time keeping my mind on my job. Finally I got home and cleaned up. I got out of the shower and put on a pair of shorts when I heard a knock on the door.

I rushed to open it and there stood Tracy. "You're right, the door knocker is quite different. It feels odd grabbing a guy by the balls and banging them against a wooden door." She was laughing.

When she stepped in the apartment I kissed her. I showed her to the bedroom and carried in her suitcase. I do have to say I felt quite odd. I told her I would finish getting dressed and we could head out for dinner.

We went to the Longhorn Steakhouse, had a couple of drinks and dinner, then headed back to my apartment. It was getting late and she slipped on her baby doll pajamas. I didn't have any pajamas and would just sleep in my briefs.

"Am I safe in sitting here next to you like this?" she asked.

I responded by saying, "Only because I love you." I was shocked when I said it. I've never told any woman that I loved her. I might have said I loved the sex or something like that but never that I loved them.

It took Tracy by surprise almost as much as I surprised myself. She acted like she didn't hear it but we both knew she did. She quickly grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

We talked about different things, our likes and dislikes. It was surprising how much we really had in common. We began kissing and before long I was feeling her breasts on the outside of her pajamas. She felt so good.

When I went to slide my hand inside her pajamas she said, "Please don't, not tonight". I could feel she was battling her own feelings. If she were any other woman I would have probably not listened to her pleas but I would never do anything to Tracy against her will.

She got up and kissed me tenderly, said goodnight and that she would see me in the morning. I watch TV till I finally fell asleep.

I woke up in the morning to hot coffee. I had gone shopping the day before to make sure I had a little food in the house. Tracy asked me if I would like some bacon and eggs. She was surprised I had them. She told me she figured I had just bought them, seeing neither package was opened. She knew me well.

I got off the couch, still only in my briefs, took her in my arms and kissed her. I felt her braless chest press against my naked chest. "I wish I could hold you all day long," I said to her.

She backed away. I could tell she was a bit flustered but tried to act normal. "What kind of eggs do you want?" she asked.

"Scrambled is fine. I'll make us some toast," I said, as I took out some bread.

I was realizing that if Tracy and I were to get together this would be what our life would be like without the sex. I loved her being near me. I guess time would tell if we were to be together.

"What kind of party are we going to?" asked Tracy.

"It's a friend of mine's birthday. He turned thirty today. His wife is throwing him a party. They have a pretty big house. They'll be drinking and dancing. Nothing really special."

"Do you normally take dates to the parties you go to?" Damn, no wonder she was a teacher. She was smart.

"No, I'm pretty much a loner. Sometimes I might have met up with someone but nothing serious."

"Nothing serious in like nothing happened, or nothing serious like it was just sex?"

"Tracy, do we need to go there? Look, I don't have any girlfriends. Yes I've had sex in the last nine years but I never found the woman I would want to marry. What about you and other guys?"

"I've dated quite a few men but only a couple was I anywhere near serious about. Two did propose to me. Both were at your brother's wedding. They asked about you and I told them I wasn't sure but that I wouldn't date anyone else till I've given us a chance."

I gave her a kiss and asked her if she would like a tour of the city before we went to the party. She said she would love a personal tour. She told me I could clean up the mess since she did the cooking. She was going to take a shower. She looked back at me staring at her ass as she walked toward the bathroom.

She came out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around her. She headed to the bedroom. When she closed the door it didn't close all the way. I couldn't help but watch through the crack as she dropped her towel. She was so beautiful.

Her breasts were large for her small frame. They looked firm like she wouldn't need a bra. Her tummy was flat and she had one beautiful ass. When she turned around she had a trimmed and beautiful bush.

As she was dressing she said, "I know you're there. A little privacy please. You saw all there was to see."

I walked back in the kitchen to get another cup of coffee and finish cleaning up from breakfast. I was still in my briefs and walked into the bedroom. She was sitting on the bed dressed and combing her hair.

"Mind if I get dressed?" I asked.

"Not at all. Don't worry, I won't peek." She laughed because she could see me in the mirror. I slipped off my briefs and quickly put on a clean pair. I continued dressing and was done in a few minutes.

I drove around town and showed her where I was working. Since I worked for the State I was always in new locations. We were resealing a new highway right now. After that, I showed her a few of the sights in town and we headed to the mall.

I was never much of a shopper but I didn't mind just being with Tracy. We bought Jim a birthday present and ended up eating a small lunch before taking in a movie. I told her we didn't need to go to the party and could just go back to the apartment.

"No, I want to meet some of your friends. Is there anything you need to tell me before we get there?"

"Some drink a lot, and so don't believe everything you hear. Some of the guys, even the married ones, are kind of flirty. If anyone tries to touch you, I'll break his fingers."

"I'll be fine. How are you going to introduce me as? An old friend? A high school sweetheart, your latest girlfriend or just a girl you picked up?"

"I don't know. What would you prefer?" I asked.

"Oh no! This is your decision," replied Tracy.

When we arrived at the apartment there were about thirty people there. I think we were the last to arrive. Cindy answered the door in tight shorts and greeted me with a hug and a kiss. She looked a bit shocked when she saw Tracy.

"My God, I can't believe you have a date," remarked Cindy. "You never have brought a date as far back as I can remember."

"Cindy, this is my girlfriend Tracy; Tracy, Cindy is Jim's wife. She's the party hostess."

"Girlfriend? Where have you been hiding her? She's beautiful! Hey! Attention everyone, Neil's here with his girlfriend."

Half the room said, "What? Neil has a girlfriend?" About that time we were in the room and everyone came up to Tracy and introduced themselves. I just stood next to her, and listened to all the snide remarks about me.

Tracy was loving it. Some of the women gave me strange looks. I had bedded down just about every woman at the party. Two-thirds of them were married. I began to feel a little uncomfortable.

I walked over and got Tracy and me a beer. We were asked a dozen times how we met. I finally told them we were high school sweethearts but I went in the service and we drifted apart. I told them that I went home to my brother's wedding and Tracy was part of the wedding party. We kind of reconnected from there.

Cindy asked, "So is this a pretty serious relationship?"

"We don't know for sure," replied Tracy. "We have history and seeing if we have a future."

"Well, best of luck to you. Neil is one of the nicest guys I know despite his past, and most of the people here will tell you the same thing. Best of luck to both of you."

We were having fun at the party. Some of my buddies were flirting with Tracy but getting nowhere. If they looked at me I wasn't smiling. On the other hand, a lot of the women asked Tracy about our past. She would just tell them it's personal.

Jim came over to me when I was alone and said, "She's a knockout. How come you never told us about her? You do seem a bit different. Is she the one?"

"I haven't seen her for nine years. As I said we just got reacquainted. Is she the one? I don't know for sure but I get jealous when other guys are around her."

After that Tracy and I danced. She even danced with a few of my friends and I danced with their wives. It felt funny dancing with these women that I had been to bed with, since Tracy was there. They would flirt but I wasn't into it.

They lit some weed and I said, "No thanks, I gave it up." Tracy smiled at me. When it was time to leave, the guys gave Tracy a hug and said they hoped to see her again. Some of the women asked me if I was now off the market for extra curricular sex. I told them I was, without Tracy hearing my conversation.

On the ride back to my apartment, Tracy said I had some interesting friends. It seemed like the men were shocked that I had a girlfriend and the women weren't happy about it. "Neil, it doesn't make a difference but have you been intimate with any of those women?"

"Yes I have, but that's in the past. I won't tell you with whom."

"Thank you for being honest with me. A couple of those women told me you were the best lover in bed they ever had. By the way, I won't tell you whom either."

We kept quite till we got back to my apartment. Tracy changed into her pajamas, and she sat on the couch next to me and turned on the TV. I looked at her and wondered what she was thinking. It was just a few minutes when she spoke.

"Neil, I'm still in love with you. I'm not sure exactly how you feel. I know you would never hurt me so I'm going to say this as best I can. If you feel you love me then join me in your bed tonight. If you're not sure than please don't come in. I'll understand. Things have moved pretty quickly the last few weeks. I'm willing to wait till you are sure one way or the other."

She kissed me but not overly passionately, got up and headed into the bedroom. I sat there with the TV on, thinking of how I felt about her. She was right, I wouldn't want to hurt her, but I didn't want to lose her either.

I turned off the TV, got myself a beer and sat there in the dark wondering what I should do. As soon as I finished my beer I got up and walked into the bedroom. Tracy was under the covers and had tears in her eyes.

"What's the matter Tracy? Why are you crying?"

"I kind of gave you an ultimatum and you turned off the light and the TV. I thought you chose not to come in."

"I was doing what you asked. I was giving it a lot of thought and I don't want to be without you ever again. I love you, Tracy. I realized I always have. I'm so stupid for letting your father separate us."

I got in bed and immediately kissed her. It was true passion that she returned. I slowly unbuttoned her top and kissed her breasts and began sucking on both nipples. She had her arms wrapped around my head, pulling me to her breasts. I sucked and licked her nipples. I lowered the covers and moved my head down to her belly. I loved kissing her flat tummy. She was so soft and beautiful. I moved the covers farther down her body and kissed her belly button and the light fuzz just below it.

She kicked the remaining covers off her legs. I watched her raise her hips and slide her pajama shorts off her body. She was not totally naked because of her pajama top being unbuttoned but not off.

I sat up and kissed her once more before going down between her legs. She spread her legs wide as I buried my face in her muff. I licked and kissed it as I moved down to her pussy. I had my arms around her thighs and she used her hands to spread her pussy lips. I buried my face and felt her hot wet juices. My tongue darted in and out of her hole.

"Oh God! It feels so good. I feel your tongue darting in and out. You're teasing me with your tongue. I feel it, oh so good. Oh shit! Baby, I'm going to come! Oh God, shit, fuck, I'm coming. I'm coming from your tongue."

She came hard and it not only soaked my tongue but my whole face. I had to raise up to get some air. I had my face planted against her pussy.

"Kiss me Baby! Don't wipe my juices off your face. Kiss me, I love you so much."

I moved up and rubbed my juice covered face all over her face. I stuck my juice covered tongue into her mouth. We couldn't get enough of each other. I released my cock from the confines of my briefs and slowly pushed it into her.

"Are you on birth control or do I need a condom?" I asked.

"I'm on the pill but I wouldn't care if I had your baby. I love you, Neil."

I started slowly pumping the full length of my cock into her. She in turn lifted her ass to receive all of me. Her pussy was so wet yet felt so tight. I kept the slow pumping into her. This wasn't just about sex but about love. I wanted her to know that I was putting her first and making love to her.

During her climax she must have told me she loved me five times. I had no problem telling her I loved her also, because I knew I did.

Epilogue:

After that night Tracy and I decided we wanted to be a couple. For the next three months we saw each other every other weekend and talked on the phone almost every night. I missed not being with her. On one of my trips home I stopped by the county offices and applied for a job as a heavy equipment operator. I wouldn't make as much as I would working for the State but I could be with Tracy every night.

Tracy was back to school teaching; she loved her job. One weekend I rented a u-haul to take all my things to storage until I could find a suitable apartment. I found a cheap one with the furniture included. I needed somewhere to be alone with Tracy and make love to her.

She came down to help me move. I told her some of my friends would help me and she said, "Guy friends yes, women friends, not unless I'm there." I think my woman was a little jealous too.

As we were packing my things I asked her about my door knocker. "Who gave it to you?" she asked me.

"An old girlfriend, Cheryl," I replied.

"The knocker stays," she says as she smiled at me.

We would be getting married in a few months. We wanted to build our marriage on trust, honesty and communication. We both agreed that our past would stay forever there.

"One more thing I need to tell you. I've stopped taking birth control pills. If you don't want kids then you will have to wear a condom."

I picked her up and set her on the counter. I slid her shorts and panties off and dropped my jeans. She put her arms around my neck for support as I pushed my cock into her beautiful pussy, bareback.

"Anything else you want to tell me?" I asked, as I pumped hard into her.

"Yes, your old bed partners are right. You're one great lover and I truly love you."

"Ditto for me," I said as I released myself in her unprotected pussy.

I hope you enjoyed this story. Comments are welcome and appreciated. DG Hear.