First Time Tales

Remembering the wild fucks and blow-jobs in her living room, Robin's face got red and she trembled at the thought of her friend seeing on video what Anwar and her had done in the living room. At the same time, she was also relieved to have something on Anwar. Plus she trusted Leila, an ex-Muslim, who had her own grudge against holy hypocrites.

"Leila, what's next?"

"How about I put the limp-dick, ball-less King Abdullah video on YouTube and send the link to that good clean Muslim, Anwar?"

"And then?"

"Robin, Anwar might be a hypocrite and a prick but he's smart enough to know that if this video has the right tags, somebody back home is bound to see it and then he's got a lot more to worry about than you will if the school board sees a video of you with a mouth full of Arab semen."

And so it was that Robin managed to get rid of Anwar and she never heard from him again.

PRESENT DAY

While Robin telling Carol about the disastrous relationship with Anwar, Carol had taken her hands and was still holding them when she stopped. "Robin, I'm so sorry I asked you to tell me. I just didn't know all that you'd gone through with Anwar. Why don't we take a break from the storytelling and start back to the house and have some lunch?"

After a healthy lunch at Carol and Bryan's house, the two women decided it would be a fine thing to relax in the hot tub. While showering together they heard Melanie cry. After quickly drying off, the two women sat naked in deck chairs on the patio and Robin nursed the Melanie. Afterwards she placed a now sleeping Melanie in a covered bassinet and the two women happily entered the hot tub.

"Well Carol, would you like to hear about Ted and I?"

"I'd like nothing better. But you're okay with that aren't you?

"Sure. Well you remember I told you some things back then and you noticed that after meeting Ted, my life improved and just got better and better." Before beginning the narration to Carol, Robin closed her eyes and let her mind float back to the time when she met Ted and the development of their relationship.

FIVE YEARS EARLIER

Getting Anwar out of her life was one thing, getting over the hurt and humiliation was another. For months Robin submerged herself in her teaching job and suppressed everything else – including sex. For the first month she didn't even masturbate. One Saturday night alone in her apartment she had wine with dinner and afterwards sat in the living room listening to music and sipping the rest of the wine. Slowly in the wine induced elation, she realized that her self-enforced asexuality had to stop. She hadn't had an orgasm since the last time Anwar had fucked her. Maybe if she could just bring herself over the top, that would help break the bond that held her.

During the time that she was still in Davis and was together with Anwar, she hadn't masturbated once. She hadn't needed to, they had fucked so much that her needs were fully covered. After moving to Novato, she would occasionally masturbate during the week when they were apart. Those sessions weren't just casual rubbing while lying in bed, they were more like organized spiritual events. After preparing the couch with a towel, she would turn the lights down and put a soft music CD in the player. Completely undressed she would lie on the couch, close her eyes and begin by imagining that Anwar was there. Handsome masculine Anwar - black hair, olive skin, thin mustache, hairy chest and hefty circumcised penis standing out from his neatly trimmed black pubic hair. She imitated things that he did, both hands on her breasts, slow rubbing, then nipple pinching. Moving down with her right hand, the index and middle fingers would work their way up and down her slit, then down would go her left hand and with its middle finger she would massage her clitoris. As her crotch began to tingle and throb more and more she would introduce another finger, snugging it against the other two to simulate Anwar's penis. Rotating and wiggling the faux penis between the labia, she would become intensely wet and could now to probe her vagina, first with slow thrusts. As her need mounted to a frenzy, she would fuck herself madly with the three fingers until the crashing orgasm came – complete with muffled scream.

Some women masturbate neutrally – that is without imagining a sexual partner. Not Robin. She needed to picture a sexual partner for those magic moments and since splitting with Anwar, imagining him as a sexual partner certainly wouldn't do anymore. She decided to imagine that a man, the exact opposite of Anwar, was in her living room. He would have light colored hair, be clean shaven, no chest hair and have an uncut penis. The penis part wasn't easy for her because before Anwar, she had never seen a real live naked adult male, cut or uncut. At first it was difficult and she didn't even get wet enough to get one finger into her vagina. She resorted to internet research and even printed out some photos of naked uncircumcised men that she placed on the coffee table for stimulation. This helped and after a number of sessions, she was not only able to get three fingers in, she actually had a scream orgasm. She now felt she was ready to reenter the dating pool.

Meeting men in high school and college is easy. They are in the same classes, there are dances, sport events and just plain bar hopping. Teaching at an elementary school generally means most of your colleagues will be women and the men that are there are pretty likely to be married. Bar hopping in a college environment is one thing, afterward in an adult working atmosphere, Robin couldn't face it. Carol suggested going to sponsored singles events like the Sierra Singles.

The next Saturday Robin joined that group on a hike in Point Reyes National Seashore. Gathered in the parking lot were a couple dozen participants. To Robin's disappointment, around two thirds were women and none of the men looked to be anywhere near her type – whatever that was. At least the fog was burning off rapidly and it looked as if a fine day was in the offing. After an hour and a half, the group reached the seashore and a short rest (and potty break) was called. Then a somewhat out of breath hiker arrived and asked if this was the Sierra Singles group. Asking the leader if he could still join, he apologized for being late, admitting that he had missed a turnoff on the drive.

That exchange caught Robin's ear because Anwar would never have apologized nor would he have admitted missing a turnoff. No, Anwar would have somehow made the leader feel like he was at fault or would have made up some macho excuse or other.

After they started walking again, she took a strategic position in the group – one that would offer the best chance of meeting Mr. Polite. Could she fake a stumble and get picked up by him? No, that might look to obvious because she wasn't that good an actress. When the group stopped for lunch, Mr. Polite took the initiative and sat near her and introduced himself as "Ted". Somehow he steered most of the conversation so that it revolved around her – where she worked, hobbies, education, environment, etc.. Afterwards back at the parking lot, he said that he'd like to see her again and asked her to go with him to a play in Berkeley the next weekend. Robin said she'd love to and so they started dating regularly. It was only after the play in Berkeley that she learned his last name and it was only after they had gone out four or five times that he finally told her that he worked for a hedge fund company in the San Francisco. Sensing that she wasn't into finance or business, he avoided talking about his work. It was only a few weeks later that she finally found out that he had an MBA from Berkeley and after graduation, had been heavily recruited by big name companies. Slowly it dawned on her that there might be a lot of substance behind Ted's modest and unassuming behavior.

They had only gone out a few times when she trusted him enough to tell about the affair with Anwar – not all the juicy details, just that he had turned out to be a real prick and had hurt her badly. Ted must have sensed her mood and the remaining hurt because, even after dating for several months, he still hadn't made a move towards them having sex. To Robin, it seemed that he was smoothly avoiding it and she even began to worry that he might be gay and that she was only an alibi girl friend.

PRESENT DAY

Carol slid closer to Robin and taking her hands asked "So you two went out together for what, like months, and you still hadn't done it? My God, that must've taken discipline!"

Robin: "Yeah, discipline, more on Ted's part than mine, because like I said, I just wasn't ready after the disaster with Anwar – at least not at first. He sensed right away where I was at and after I told him about being hurt so badly, he just accepted me the way I was. Slowly, the hurt melted and I started wishing that our relationship would get less platonic.

Finally one Friday evening - we hadn't planned anything in particular - Ted came up to Novato and we went out for pizza and beer. Afterwards back at my place we watched the TV news and then I put some music on and we sat on the couch. Ted looked tired so I told him to lie down and put his head on my lap. Then I start thinking that the back of his head is within an inch or so from my you know what and damn if I didn't feel a little dampness between my legs. Of course Ted can't feel that I'm getting hot so I've got to let him know. So I bent over and initiated a kiss that he responded to. When we came up for air, I pulled his head against my chest hoping he'd notice that my nipples were getting hard. He got the idea and nuzzled my chest, first against my blouse before unbuttoning it and nuzzling my bra. Well Carol, you know how my nipples can react. I couldn't take it anymore so I just lifted the bra up so he could kiss my tits directly."

Carol: "So now he's sucking you like a baby?"

Robin: "Yeah but a lot stronger than Melanie sucks my titties so I'm wondering just how worked up he might be. I look at his crotch and see a real nice bulge. What a relief that was! I mean after thinking that he might just be gay! Anyway it looked like his dick is trying to break out of his jeans, which by the way were fairly tight fitting anyway. I really wanted to reach over and put my hand on that bulge but that seemed a little vulgar so I shifted myself as if to get more comfortable and at the same time asked him if he was comfortable. Ted says his jeans are a little snug and gives me a knowing look. That was the answer I wanted so I ask him why he don't just take them off. So still laying down with his head on my lap, he unbuckles and unzips and pulls off his jeans. He went back to smooching with my nipples and all the while I just couldn't stop looking at the bulge! And now it was a lot bigger bulge cause he only had briefs on."

Carol, placing her right hand on Robins pubis: "So I bet you reached over and started stroking the bulge?"

Robin: "Umm, that feels nice! No, at first I was too chicken or shy or whatever but when I'd just about worked up the courage to grab a handful, Ted saved me by asking if I'd mind if he took off his briefs. He took my kiss as a 'yes' and down went the briefs and out came Ted's erect penis. God but he was really hard and it was throbbing. He asked me if it was okay for me, I mean like was his penis okay. I didn't know if he meant was it big enough or too big or if I minded that he wasn't circumcised so my answer was to bend over and kiss it. At first without working his foreskin back I suckled the end and at the same time stroked the shaft with two fingers. I did it with two fingers so he would feel like his penis was really big. Then I backed off, sort of like to admire it before I rolled back the foreskin with my thumb and forefinger.

Oh that shiny red head was so pretty! So then I hold back his foreskin, make my lips really wet and put them against the tip, even sucking a little. Then I slowly go down over the head and work the rim with my lips. By now I hear him catching his breath and feel his thighs throbbing. Lips tight on the shaft I go all the way down to where my lips are almost in his pubic hair. I make my mouth get really moist and then I slowly bob up and down on him. On some of the upstrokes, I release his penis and my head goes up so I can look at it – like admire it – then I go down again. By now he's cooing my name, panting and really moaning, whispering my name over and over. I'm bobbing up and down on him faster and faster and then he whispers hoarsely 'Robin, oh dear Robin, I'm going to come!' Carol, a moment before I was ready to stop the blowjob and get myself fucked, oh how I wanted to be fucked! But that throbbing penis was begging for a release and a release is what I gave it.

My head was going up and down so hard, my neck started aching and then his legs tensed up, his balls receded completely and he came. And did he ever come! I could feel it splattering against my throat and all over the inside of my mouth! It was really something, I was really worked up and obviously so was Ted – but all he could say was 'Oh Robin, oh my dear Robin'."

Carol, now with a finger in between Robin's labia: "Oh how cool! So you got to swallow the first time you saw Ted's dick?"

Robin: "Partly, some must have run out of my mouth too. I kept his penis in my mouth as he got soft. I was so in touch with it that I could feel his foreskin sliding back over the head – you know with my tongue. Now you'd think that I'd back off but no I kept his soft penis in my mouth until he got back to breathing normal. Then I backed off and held it in my hand, again sort of like admiring it. We faced each other and kissed. His eyes were glassy with pleasure and appreciation. Finally it came out – I mean about his being self conscious about his penis. Well you know – the size and the long foreskin."

Carol: "My god, after you blow him and swallow and lick, he's still worried that you don't like his penis? You mean he actually asked you whether it was big enough and whether the foreskin mattered?"

Robin: "No, he asked something neutral like 'Is my penis okay for you?' I knew what he meant though because it was smaller than Anwar's and of course Anwar, being Muslim, was circumcised. I think Ted really needed me to say that his penis was fine so I did. I told him 'Ted, your penis is fine, it's going to fill me just right.' Then he asked if I minded the foreskin so I said something like 'Ted I'm really okay with your foreskin. Didn't I just make love to it?' Then I tell him rolling his foreskin back was sort of like opening a present."

Carol, now massaging Robin's labia with two fingers: "That's a neat way to put it but, yeah that's how I felt when the two of us were in the shower with Ted. Oh sorry for interrupting, go on now!"

Robin: "Anyway he's now getting hard again and asks me if we could make love. I nod yes and point to the bedroom. Somewhere on the way to the bed we just sort of melted out of our clothes and on the bed he kisses my pussy but before he can give me head, I tell him something like 'No Ted, maybe later, right now I just want you to fuck me'. Then he's on me and the head of his dick is in my labia and my mouth is wide open, I'm already about to scream but I hold back and gasp something like 'Ted I want all of you in me, please Ted, fuck me now!'"

Carol slid two fingers into Robin's vagina and twirled them slowly, at the same time very slowly stroking.

Robin: "Then he was in me all the way and we were both thrusting madly. Then I squirted and screamed, Ted lasted a little longer before I felt his come hit me inside."

Carol now had three fingers in Robin's vagina and was stroking wildly. She saw Robin open her mouth to scream so she covered it with her lips and the two women kissed deeply as Robin spasmed, legs outstretched and hips gyrating. Even in the warm water, Carol could feel Robin's juices against the palm of her hand as she, Carol, came herself.

Afterwards, as both women were relaxing, their breathing now back to normal, Robin wondered aloud "Carol, didn't we just pollute the hot tub? I mean you and Bryan are both so religious about showering first and now we both squirt in the water."

Carol: "Getting clean before getting in the water is something we can do something about. Ejaculating with sex – that's something we can't do anything about."

Robin: "Do you and Bryan fuck in the pool a lot?"

Carol: "Once in while. I think we both get more out of undressing each other as a part of regular sex. The other thing is, I like having my ass on a good solid bed when Bryan puts it to me. It's not like we don't do it in water. I think we've fucked in every swimmable natural water body we've ever been in. In Acapulco, we swam early every morning and never once got back to the hotel without doing it."

Robin: "Oh Ted and I've done that too. Do you do it like we do? Ted takes his trunk down and stands, I take off my bikini bottom, wrap my legs around his waist and slide down on his hard pole. But you're right about the benefit of a good solid bed. Fucking in water is different, you've got to thrust carefully and in unison. Once we fell over and we both ended up coughing up seawater. Ted lost his erection and I lost my bikini bottom. He had to get a towel to wrap me in for the walk back to the hotel."

Carol laughing, "You should've walked back without the towel. All the men, and some of the women too, would've loved seeing your pretty red pussy. To answer your question though, Brian and I do it in the water pretty much like that too, but I always put my bikini bottom around my arm like a bracelet. I hate to brag, but we've never fallen over and I've never lost my bikini bottom."

Then they heard a car door close and a few seconds later the side gate being opened. Carol realized Bryan must be home. To Robin she said "Sure glad Bryan didn't get home five minutes earlier." She called to Bryan that they were in the hot tub and as he came around to the back of the house, asked if he'd had lunch with the client as planned.

"Hello my bathing lovelies! Yep, Haley and I had lunch with the client and his trophy wife." (Haley, a successful Bay Area architect through whom Bryan regularly got structural design work, was the architect for the clients, a well-to-do doctor and his wife.)

Carol: "So how did the meeting go? You thought it was going to be difficult."

Bryan: "Fortunately, Haley knows how to handle these rich dudes who have to impress their trophy wives by being nasty to anybody who works for them. I think we finally convinced him that without bracing, their new house is going to end up down on Bridgeway Avenue come the next little earthquake. The guy's wife ended up being really nice and helped bring him down to earth too. Haley really connected with her and that sure didn't hurt."

Carol: "You think the wife was lesbian too?"

Bryan: "Nah, they didn't connect like that. Anyway Haley's got a partner and I really think those two are faithful to each other."

Robin: "You gonna join us in the tub, Bryan?"

Bryan: "Wouldn't miss it for the world! I'm off to the shower."

Shortly after they had purchased the house, Bryan had added on to the back of the garage to provide space for a changing room and shower for when they used the hot tub. This addition stuck back from the rear side of the house so the patio was in a U formed by the ell of the house and the addition. A door off the patio led into the changing room.

Bryan was taking off his shirt before he even got to the door. The women heard the shower running for a minute or two and out came Bryan dressed in his birthday suit. They couldn't help but notice that his penis wasn't hanging when he came out the door and by the time he got to the edge of the hot tub, it was at a near right angle to his body.