My name is Colin Markowski, and it was just two weeks to the prom; she already had a dress and anyone who was anyone, and a senior, just had to go to the prom. I lived one block over and was tall for my age. Nikki's mom suggested it. My parents thought it was a mistake, but approved. Besides, my Aunt Jennie taught at the school and would be chaperoning.
Nikki and I had a lot of fun. Just so you know there was no sex, no drinking, no nothing. Sounds boring. I was thrilled to be hanging out with the older, cooler kids.
To my surprise, she asked me out after the prom and we saw each other throughout the summer. My parents knew her since she was a little kid. They let her know that they were skeptical, and warned her about letting me grow up too fast. They made it clear what they meant. Nikki understood they were talking about sex.
We kept in touch when she went off to college, and saw each other when she came home between semesters. Although I was the envy of my buddies, who wanted to know if I was "getting any" from this older girl, it wasn't like that.
We kept seeing each other as I went through high school and she went through college. Nikki made a special trip home for my eighteenth birthday. That night, "Colin, I've been looking forward to this since our first date."
Nikki paid for a room at a cheap hotel and we fucked. I should say she fucked me. Of course, I masturbated, but when Nikki undressed for me, my cock had never been harder.
Nikki was 5'9" with what I thought were big tits. Her hair was reddish, and she wore it long. She was an athlete and often wore it in a pony tail.
"Come on, Colin, take off your clothes. I can't give you your birthday present with your clothes on."
It was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me to date. You know that your first time might have been special, but it wasn't the best fuck you ever had. Looking back, I was thankful that I didn't come too soon.
What I didn't do was make love to Nikki, I just fucked her. It was apparent within minutes that Nikki had done this numerous time. "Colin, slam it in there. Don't be afraid that you'll hurt me. Fuck me."
We fucked again later that night and in the morning. When I got home, my mom just smiled. "Did you have a good birthday, Colin?"
I blushed. I think she knew. "I did, thanks, I should take a shower."
Nikki and I went out that night. That's when she told me, "Colin, I hope I made your birthday special. Next year, I'm going to law school. I won't have time for a boyfriend. You should start seeing other girls." She kissed me on the cheek and was gone.
I didn't go to the senior prom, even though I was a senior. Ironic, huh?
I was going to college in California in the Fall.
Once summer started, I had a job and hung out at the town pool. It was mid-June and hot. "Hi Colin, how's it going?" Her name was Jan Jorgensen. Yes, Nikki's little sister. "Do you want to come over and watch a movie tonight? I'm sure it'll be okay with my mom."
"Sure, what time?" I wasn't doing anything. I always thought of her as a little kid. Not anymore. Long legs like her sister, but she was blonde. Wearing her bikini, I thought her tits were bigger than Nikki's.
She was going to be a junior in high school. I may have fucked her sister, but she was off limits. Mrs. Jorgensen, a widow, smiled at me when I came in. "Colin, I'm sorry about you and Nikki, but law school is just so taxing. I hope you and Jan have fun. Remember, how old she is. I ordered pizza. It should be here in half hour or so."
"Thank you, Mrs. Jorgensen."
It was weird, my relationship with Jan lasted the whole summer. There was no sex, but we did have a fun summer. We didn't talk or text much throughout the school year, but when I came home for the summer, we started seeing each other again.
Her birthday was that summer between her senior year and college. "Colin, I hope you make my birthday very special. My mom gave me a night at the Midwestern."
That was a nice hotel, downtown. When I picked up Jan for our birthday date. Mrs. Jorgensen said, "Colin, I know what you're expecting tonight. Jan is too and I've prepared her, but you better take good care of my baby girl," she smiled.
That was kind of shocking.
The sex was as you'd expect from a virgin. It was awkward, but I have to say Jan Jorgensen had a great body. Her tits had blossomed into perfect orbs. Her golden bush was gorgeous.
The surprise came the next morning when Jan informed me, she was going to the London School of Economics and was leaving within the week. "Colin, thank you for the most memorable birthday."
Speaking of awkward sex; that was the story of my sex life. It was never very good, and I knew it was me. I don't mean that I was quick on the trigger or my cock was too small. It just wasn't good. I wasn't satisfied and I was certain my partners weren't either. Rarely did I fuck a girl twice.
Fast forward five years; I was twenty-eight-years-old and single with no girlfriend.
One day in the produce department of the grocery store, a woman, perhaps twice my age came up to me, "excuse me, aren't you Colin Markowski?"
"Yes, I am. Who's asking?"
"I'm Grace Beauchamp." She stuck out her hand.
I didn't take it. I had no idea who she was. The name didn't ring a bell. "You don't remember me, do you?"
"I'm sorry, no."
"I'm Nikki and Jan's mother. I used to be Grace Jorgensen. Once the girls were grown and gone, I started using my maiden name."
"Oh, right. I'm sorry. Mrs. Jorgensen, I didn't recognize you. You look great."
"Great for a fifty-eight-year-old with four grand-children."
"No, no, no, I didn't mean it that way."
"I'd love to hear what you meant. Why don't I make you dinner tonight and we can catch up?"
"Ummmm, sure."
"I still live in the old house. See you at 7?"
I didn't think anything of it and why should I? Mrs. Jorgensen or Ms. Beauchamp as she preferred to be called, was in her fifties and I was twenty-eight. She couldn't possibly have anything romantic in mind, could she?
TO BE CONTINUED
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