Archive name: The First Time.HTM (M/F,
Cheating)
Authors name: Paula Wilson
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Story title: The First Time
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It all started
after I’d been at university for the better part of a year. I was sharing an
apartment with three other girls Lisa Palmer, Joy Burgess and Julia Richards. I
include their names only for completeness, although I could give Lisa some
credit as it was her idea that started things, but I’m jumping ahead of myself.
I’d been with
When we’d both
arrived at the university
“Things okay
between you and Davis?” She asked one morning over toast and coffee (still my
preferred breakfast).
“Sure … why are
you asking?
“He doesn’t
stop as often, that’s all … if I’m out of order I’ll back off.” She waved her
hands vaguely in my direction.
I didn’t reply
and Lisa didn’t press things but it did start me thinking. I hadn’t been
sleeping with
A few days
later and after a barren time with
“No
I shook my
head. “There was a ball game on TV; he decided to watch it at the halls.” This
had annoyed me, once we’d have watched the game in my bedroom, now he preferred
the company of a room full of drunks to me.
“Just boys
together, typical of the male, they can never stay with a woman.” Lisa snorted and
then sipped her coffee, there was a difficult question coming and she was
gauging her moment to deliver it. I could have helped or just changed the
subject, but I didn’t. “Is he giving you satisfaction?” She asked in a quieter
voice than usual.
“Satisfaction,
what do you mean, satisfaction?” I may have sounded think but the only time I’d
heard the phrase was in novels like the Scarlet Pimpernel, and then about men
shooting each other in duels.
“When you fuck
… do you come?”
“Satisfaction!” I exclaimed. I understood
now. I thought for a moment. “It’s been better.” I admitted to her and for the
first time to myself.
“Is it a done
deal between you … I mean you don’t wear an engagement ring but you act kind of
engaged?”
I’d never
thought how we looked to others. I hadn’t even thought about how we acted. We
had been together for almost two years … yeah, two years. It was as simple as
that. We’d never talked about anything like the future, but how many nineteen
years did? I said so.
“So, I have two
tickets for a party this coming Wednesday at the Reform, how about being my
partner?” Lisa asked.
“Partner, I … I
don’t …” I began only to be cut short by Lisa’s high pitched scream.
“No, no, no,
no. I meant … shit … I didn’t mean as a couple,
just I haven’t got anyone to go with … I didn’t mean that!”
There followed
a period of hysterical giggles as we dissolved into helpless laughter. It took
the emergence of a dishevelled looking Julia to rein us in. Julia was probably
the most serious of us all and looked on in disgust as we tried to recover our
senses.
“Is it that
funny?”
“I thought that
Lisa fancied me…” I said and broke down again.
Julia looked
revolted and without another word retreated to her bedroom and her boyfriends
arms. The look on her face started us again and it was ages before our tear
stained and aching faces could form words. It took us a long time to fully recover as we’d set each other off into fits of
giggles on the slightest of pretexts.
Finally we did
and I agreed, slightly against my better judgement, that I’d accompany Lisa, if
We met in the
student bar. He was accompanied by a couple of his football buddies. I should
have said that
We chatted,
shared a beer and then I hit him with Lisa’s suggestion. I made it sound as if
I didn’t want to go and was just looking for an excuse. He thought hard, I was
beginning to realise that the circuits in his brain were always connected, and
then one of his buddies whispered something and his face split into a huge,
white teethed smile.
“Fine, that’s
just fine baby (that was also new, I’d always been Paulie to him, now I was a babe),
we have training scheduled and had planned to take in a movie afterwards, you
go with Lisa.”
I was
correction still am, a film buff, and suddenly thought that here was the golden
excuse. “What are you seeing?” I asked, not quite inviting myself.
There were
smiles and chuckles all round.
I did and
blushed, so now he was watching porn films. I beat a retreat, if he wanted to
watch porno then he didn’t need my body, which was a pretty naive and narrow
minded stance but how I felt. It also hardened my decision to go to the party.
Because of our
almost spat by the evening of the party I’d gone exactly eight days since
having sex with Davis, hardly a long time but I was just staring to realise
that I needed ‘male company’ on a fairly regular basis. I wasn’t gagging for it
but I had just started to contemplate buying a little personal toy.
The Reform was
just a theme bar that tried to freshen its reputation by staging events,
anything from a wet t-shirt contest to a fifties night and occasionally they
sold tickets and stayed open until dawn. It was one of these that Lisa had the
tickets for.
The Reform was
also off campus, which meant seeing strange faces. An attraction as even after
only two terms, the confines of the university were being felt that same
routine, lessons, bar’s jokes. I began to look forwards to the party.
I had only one
choice to make, either follow Lisa’s example and dress for a fuck (her words),
or dress down to get plastered.
In a house of
four women and no regular men, certain things like privacy tend to get ignored.
We had only one bathroom, so if you were in the bath and somebody needed the
toilet, then in they came. Likewise getting dressed, as long as your door was
open, even an inch, then anyone might barge in. If you needed privacy then you
closed the door after hanging out a ‘do not disturb’ sign stolen from a local
motel.
I left the door
open and so in flounced Lisa. She was wearing a spray on tank top and a bum
hugging skirt. I guessed that she was wearing knickers but the top didn’t allow
for a bra and her nipples were on display. I have never seriously fancied a
woman but I reckoned that if I’d have been a bloke then Lisa would never have
left the bedroom. It did decide me on my choice of clothing. I had no intention
of being picked up but a bit of outrageous flirting would do my morale some
good.
So I picked a
sleeveless top, mostly white but with a blue pattern weaving into the edges, my
shortest skirt (Lisa still had an inch on me) and a respectable pair of
panties, which mean midnight blue with a design laced into the panel above my
crotch. I wasn’t expecting anyone to see my underwear but I always have held to
the principle of wearing decent undies.
After a couple
of stops in bar’s on the way, we arrived at the Reform where a huge bruiser of
a doorway let us in. the place wasn’t exactly jam packed, but the music was
loud, the booze cheap and soon I was in party mode. Lisa made her intensions
obvious from the start, she was here to get picked up and by common agreement I
said that I’d ride shotgun on her. We both agreed going back to a strangers
place was a receipt for something bad to happen. I didn’t expect anything to
happen that I couldn’t handle and Lisa could always bring him back to our
rooms.
It wasn’t till
past
“Howdy!” He
even offered me his hand.
“Howdy.” I
replied. “Sales where exactly?”
“
“Long way from
home?” I prompted.
“Just here for
a Company convention.”
I smiled, more to
myself than to Rich, he didn’t realise it but he was Lisa’s perfect partner, a
couple of nights and then gone. Also he seemed alone, but there I was mistaken
as a moment later we were joined by another thirty something who on closer
inspection was past forty.
“This is
Cable.” Rich announced. “Lisa said that you were drinking white wine.” He made
it sound as if I were drinking piss, which was his problem it just meant he
couldn’t see past scotch or beer.
A glass of wine
was pushed in my direction. I accepted it; after all I’d be churlish to refuse.
Cable took up station next to me, near enough that I could see the crow’s feet
beneath his eyes, maybe he’d lived his life hard. I reckoned he wouldn’t see
forty again. He was however polite and kept his conversation to mundane things
and his hands to himself.
This was more
than I could say Lisa and Rich, they were trying to exchange tongues. It wasn’t
exactly unseemly, but I have never been for such obvious displays.
“I’d like to
buy you breakfast.” Cable whispered in my ear.
I did a double
take and asked him repeat what he had just said.
He did and then
just waited for my answer. This was something that I should have seen coming
but for some reason I hadn’t. I looked across towards Lisa but she was to far
gone to give any sensible advice. “Where might breakfast be served?” I asked,
as much to delay answering him.
“The diner next
to the motel where we are staying …” He hesitated and consulted a small card.
“It’s called the Wayfarer, do you know it?”
I shook my
head.
“What do you
say … breakfast, as much as you can eat.”
I kicked Lisa
hard, twice before she notice.
“We need to
talk.” I said hauling her away from Rich. I dragged her into the ladies. “He’s just
asked me to spend the night with him.” I said without preamble.
“Rich?”
“Cable, you
idiot, he’s old enough to be my father, I bet he’s married with kids our age.”
I snorted.
“Do you fancy
him?” Lisa asked calmly.
“Haven’t
thought, I have never been with anyone that old, he’s probably the same age as
my father.” I moaned on.
“Look Paula, me
and Rich are gonna leave, you decide whether you fancy Cable or not. I can’t make your mind up for you.” Lisa
replied almost angrily.
It wasn’t my
right to ruin her evening and I might just do that. I relented. “Just give me
another ten minutes.” I pleaded.
“Ten and no
more, then I go.” Lisa agreed and warned.
I’d have
described Cable as distinguished; his hair was flecked with grey that matched
his eyes. He greeted me by getting to his feet, it gave me the chance to
realise he was probably only about five foot nine. As I sat down his arm snaked
about my waist, it made me jump but I didn’t push him away.
“Can I ask?” He
whispered.
I shrugged.
“Don’t know, sorry, but I can’t decide.”
“How can I
convince you?”
I thought for a
moment. I had an idea but was sure just how bright it was. “Start by kissing
me.” I said, turning my face towards his.
“I think that I
can manage that.” He smiled. The first kiss was barely more than our lips
brushing against each other. The second had more contact and on the third he
lingered. It was about that time that I started to kiss him back. He stroked
the back of my neck, reaching behind my ear; it’s a spot where I like being touched.
I kissed him a little harder. Eventually we broke apart. “Well?” He asked.
“I get as much
as I can eat?” I smiled.
“As much as you
can ate.” Cable agreed.
“I’m a starving
student …”
“Even if you’re
the most malnourished student in history … which you ain’t.” He kissed me
again, his hands lingered and for the first time I felt the faintest of
pressures against my breasts, my nipples rose in welcome.
The taxi ride
was hell, not because the cabbie couldn’t drive, just that it was so obvious what was going to happen. It
didn’t seem to bother Lisa but I was mortified and was so grateful when we eventually reached the Wayfarer. It was only
now as Cable paid the cabbie that it dawned on me that Cable and Rich might be
sharing.
In an urgent
whisper I said as much to Lisa. “Relax, I’ve already asked, same motel but
different rooms. I’ll see you for breakfast.”
The room was a
box with a bathroom, just big enough for the creature comforts but with nothing
to spare. Apart from the obligatory double bed, there was a satellite
television, fridge which Cable had stocked with local beer and not much else
other than a small wardrobe. People weren’t expected to live in these boxes,
just sleep and in our case fuck.
“I have to tell
you something.” I began.
“It’s your
period?” Cable had opened two bottles and offered me one. I had expected him to
just rip my knickers off, not order another round.
“No, not that!”
He made me smile. “I have never done this before …”
Cable had sat
on the bed, he gestured that I should join him. “So now you’re a virgin.”
“No, not that!”
I squeaked. “I’ve never come back to a motel room, and never with a man who I
only know as Cable.”
“I admire
honesty, so why me and why tonight?”
I shrugged and
sat down beside him. I offered my mouth for a kiss and he accepted, his breath
was fresh, even after the beer. “Don’t know, I just came out for a drink and to
be Lisa’s chaperone.” I admitted.
“Well you were
fifty percent successful.” He chuckled.
“Only fifty
percent?” We kissed again. He was good at kissing.
“You have the
beer and right now your friends in bed with my friend, so I make that one all
or fifty percent.”
“Is that where
we are heading?” I whispered.
“Right after I’ve
visited the bathroom, all that beer.” He kissed me again. “Now don’t run away.”
I didn’t, as
soon as the bathroom door closed I slipped out of my few clothes, other than my
knickers and then slipped into the bed. I heard the toilet flush and then Cable
returned to the room. When he saw what I’d done he laughed softly.
“May I join
you?”
“I’d be pissed
if you didn’t.”
He undressed
whilst I watched, shoes and then socks, trousers and then shirt, at his shorts
he stopped. “I’ll keep these on, just for a minute longer.” There was a bulge,
one of those bulges that men get when their excited. I couldn’t help but look;
it seemed big, not huge but big.
Cable climbed
into bed besides me, our skins touched; there was a shock almost like
electricity. I turned on my side to face him. He stroked my face and then my
hair, which was shorter than I wear it now.
“One last
thing.” I said.
He groaned in
mock frustration and I punched him in the shoulder.
“You’ll have to
use a contraceptive.” I never have used any method of birth control, but I
always make sure that the man does. No fuck can be that good that I get
accidentally pregnant as a result.
“No problem,
now anything else or can I kiss you again?”
“Kiss me.” I
replied.
Cable was only the
second man I’d been to bed with and would be only the fourth man I ever fucked
with. He was sensitive, caring and I discovered very experienced.
We kissed and
his hands began to stray, across my face, to my neck and to my breasts,
squeezing and pinching my nipples, bringing then to their full height. He
caressed me and then used his mouth on my breasts. I stopped being lady like
and started to moan. When he started to travel across my belly, stopping to
drill his tongue into my belly button the moan became a cry.
“Ahhhhh!”
I knew where he
was going and what he planned to do. It made me flood; my legs just parted and
wouldn’t close. I just writhed and wriggled.
Cable reached
my knickers. I could feel his face pressed against them, then he rolled them
away, the quilt was pushed form the bed. I could see his head between my legs,
then his hot breath bathed my open cunt and then his tongue touched me.
I had never climaxed so quickly in my life. As
he touched me I felt myself explode, that electric shock ripped through me. I
think I squealed, I’m not sure, I do know that I bathed his face in my climax.
I came down to find that Cable was crawling back up my body.
“Jesus Paula, do you always come so
hard.” He laughed and then wiped his face on his discarded shirt. “One second a
whimper and then the dam bursts … excuse me for asking, but when was the last
time you got laid?”
I was lying
back on the pillow, feeling very
smug. “Eight days or rather eight nights.”
“Remind me
never to be near your business end if it’s any longer, a man can pick up a
serious injury between those thighs.”
“You liar.” I
punched him again; still he was making me feel very good. “Come here and prepare to be kissed.”
“You sure, I
might taste a bit different.”
He meant that
his mouth had received the full benefit of my orgasm.
“I’ll take the
gamble, now kiss me again.”
It was
different and he smelt different. I’d more than an idea how I smelt or tasted,
but that been a gingerly inserted finger, this was a face. Still I kissed him and
shut out that the taste was me, instead I felt down until I had his dick in my
hand. As soon as I touched him, he stopped and groaned.
“Paula, Paula,
Paula … do you have any idea how good this is.”
“I don’t have a
dick.” I teased. I pulled his weapon out, it was hot and hard and quite long,
not mega long, but and I’m sorry
“I call it my
I just giggled
and found that I couldn’t stop, that was until Cable slid his Texas longhorn
into my still dripping pussy, then I forgot all about giggling, it just wasn’t
the appropriate noise to make with Cable’s monster inside me.
He was good,
Jesus but he was good, he knew every move and when and for how long to use it.
I was coming again in a matter of minutes and once I started I couldn’t stop.
It was like once, finally exhausting ripple, orgasm after orgasm swept through
me, not as powerful as the first but the cumulative affect was the same.
In the end I
was screaming him to finish. “COME YOU BASTARD, COME.” I had my legs around his
waist and my arms about his neck, my tits were rubbing against his chest. I
just bounced and bounced, cursing him and praising him in the same sentence and
then he was coming. I felt him explode, his super smooth thrusts became an
erratic charge, he lost control and finally we collapsed into each others arms.
We are sticky
with sweat and didn’t care. I had just had the fucking of my life and wanted to
tell the world. Instead I just hug him.
“Alright, so
you’re happy.” He chuckled.
“fan-FUCKING-tastic.” I yell.
“Good, then
whilst I dispose of the evidence, get me another beer.”
It would be an
understatement to say that I was hungry when later that morning we found our
way to the diner. Cable was good to his word and denied me nothing. Later we
would be joined by Lisa and Rich, but for a few minutes there was just the two
of us.
He more or less
watched whilst I ate, contenting himself with a coffee. For once I forgot about
the dry toast and went for ham and eggs, getting fucked could give you an
appetite.
“When do you
leave?” I asked.
“In about an
hour, I have a plane to catch, by this evening I’ll be home with the family.”
“Oh!” It felt
as if somebody had burst my balloon.
Cable just smiled
and then pulled a batter picture from his wallet. “This is my wife Jen and my
girls Lori and Rachel, the boys named after his father.” He pointed each one
out in turn. “Jen and I have been married for twenty some years, Lori’s our
eldest, can’t be much younger than you.”
“How old is
she?” I found myself asking.
“Seventeen
and just some days, you?”
“Twenty next
month … why are you telling me this?”
“So that you
understand, I have spent all our marriage on the road; we have spent maybe as
much as half the time in separate beds. It puts a strain on people, not just a
sexual strain but a personal one and in truth when you’re apart so often then
you stray.” He smiled bleakly. “You can only use your hand so often and then
the need fro company gets overwhelming, that’s how it started. I just needed to
talk to somebody, and then it became something else.”
“You’re saying
this meant nothing.” I interrupted.
“No, not
nothing, on any scale I have you are memorable, but my real life is a thousand
miles away. If you don’t understand that, then never do this again, because
people will just use you and abuse you. Find something real in your life and if
you still need this than never let it destroy that what means the most.”
It was about
now that Lisa and Rich joined us. We chatted, teased and finally separated.
Cable gave me hug, a kiss and then enough money to pay my fare. The last act
was cheap but I took the money and kept the change. I didn’t look back when we
pulled away and kept my tears in check until I was alone in my room.
Epilogue
I stayed away
fro