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Subject: New Story Dreams 3
From: dickd49@aol.com (DickD49)
Date: 1997/03/04
Message-Id: <19970304095601.EAA13076@ladder01.news.aol.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
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Standard Disclaimer....
Please if you are under 18 or your community standards do not allow
reading explicit sexual material.
STOP NOW..
This is not for you!!!
To those who took the time to drop a note expressing appreciation for this
story Many thanks
CHAPTER 3
THE AWAKENING OF KATHY
As Tim and Kasey were getting their clothes on, Dorie and I tip
toed away from the window and headed for the path to take us down to the
lake where the other people were, I don't believe either one of us could
really believe what we had seen.
I'm not a virgin, but my only real experience with sex was with a girl
named Kathy that I dated the summer before. I don't know as you would call
it a very satisfactory first experience. To begin with Kathy was the type
that would never admit that she wanted sex, we would go out on a Friday or
Saturday night, and we would go to the movies or a dance and then we would
go out to the favorite lover's lane, which used to be a gravel pit in the
next town, where we would spend the rest of the evening making out.
Kathy would get more and more horny as the evening wore on, and after a
while, you just knew she was ready, but she always put up a front of not
wanting to go all the way. (She was saying this even as she was pulling my
cock out of my pants.) Once her panties came off, she was a different
person, she would unbuckle your pants and rub your cock, all the time
saying "We shouldn't."
When Kathy got good and hot, you could rub her clit, and she would get off
a little bit, but she was always uptight. When I'd stick my cock in her,
she seemed to enjoy it, but because she was never willing to admit that
she liked it and wanted it, she was never prepared so she would always be
saying things like, "Don't cum inside me, I don't want to get pregnant, be
sure and pull out," I used to bring rubbers with me, but that really cut
down on the enjoyment for me, and she was still so uptight that there was
never the free open sex that I had just witnessed.
I guess there was a kind of irony involved with what happened between
Kathy and me. She used to get awful mad at me when I had to work and
couldn't take her to one of the weekend parties. This particular weekend
we had a tremendous fight about it, and I told her to go ahead and go
without me.
I worked that night until 12, and I was feeling bad about fighting with
Kathy, so I thought I would go over to the party on the chance she was
still there, and try to explain to her. I couldn't afford to lose my job,
so I had to work the hours they set for me, whether I liked them or not.
As I drove over, I was thinking that maybe Kathy and I weren't such a good
idea. We seemed too different. We didn't seem to have many things in
common or really to get a lot of enjoyment being together, so I resolved
to have a good talk with her when I saw her again. Either we had to try
and change our relationship, or we had to break up.
As I pulled into the drive of the house where the party was, I saw there
were still a lot of cars there, and Kathys was among them, so I figured
that tonight was as good a time as any to talk to her, so I parked and
went in the house.
The people I ran into in the living room were all plastered, this really
must have been a booze party and a half from all the empty bottles spread
all over the room. I saw a friend and asked if he knew where Kathy was,
and he just looked at me strangely and said he hadn't seen her for quite a
while. Then he headed over to a group of people standing around in the
kitchen and said something to them, and they all looked over at me. I was
really wondering what was going on.
One of the girls that didn't like Kathy at all, left the group in the
kitchen and walked, or staggered, over towards me, and asked if I was
supposed to meet Kathy at the party, and I told her "No, but I just got
off work, so I thought I'd stop and see if she was still there." I didn't
mention having a fight with her earlier.
Debbie, who by now was having trouble focusing, kind of smiled and said
"Oh yes, Kathy is still here. I think you'll find her in the upstairs
bedroom, she must be on about her fourth guy by now." My stomach felt
like it was in free fall. Then I remembered that she didn't get along with
Kathy, and, in her condition, it certainly was not out of the question
that she was making this up to cause trouble for us, and I told her so.
She just looked at me, and said if I didn't believe her go upstairs and
look for myself.
Walking up the stairs, a lot of things went through my mind: the fact that
there usually was a lot of sex at these parties, especially when there was
booze like there was tonight, but at the same time, I realized that Kathy
and I had never had sex anywhere but by ourselves. She was so concerned
with people finding out that no matter how much she drank at one of these
parties, she would barely kiss me, never mind get down for sex where other
people would know what she was doing. By the time I reached the top of the
stairs, I had myself convinced that Terry was lying, and if Kathy was up
here at all, she was probably asleep.
At the top of the stairs, there were three bedrooms, two of the doors were
closed. I said: "Kathy, are you up here?" I didn't get any answer, so
thinking I was right about here having fallen asleep, I went and listened
at the first door, and on not hearing anything, I opened it a crack and
peeked in, it was empty somebody must have just pulled the door closed
when they left. I went on to the second door, and listened outside for a
minute, all I heard was a radio playing, so thinking that this must be
where she was, I whispered her name as I opened the door, the bed rumpled
and I could hear the shower running in the bathroom that connected to
this bedroom, so I thought she was awake and had decided to take a shower
to clear the cobwebs before she went home.
I opened the bathroom door and just stood there with my mouth open. I
couldn't believe what I was seeing. Kathy was leaning over the bathroom
sink with a guy standing behind her driving his cock in and out of her
body. As I watched I saw him grab her slim hips and drive deep inside her
as he obviously unloaded in her belly. She was urging him on telling him
how much she liked getting laid and she was pushing her hips back to him
and wiggling them around to get every drop from his spurting cock.
The guy lifted his head at this point, and I saw it was Tom, a guy I had
considered a friend. This only added to the sense of betrayal I felt. Just
about this time they both noticed me standing there. Tom jumped back and
his cock slipped out of Kathy. She stood up and tried to cover herself up,
all the while turning a bright red, and stuttering out some words that
didn't make any sense.
Tom obviously wanted to leave, but I was standing in the door blocking
his way. He said he didn't want any trouble over this because we were,
after all, friends and I told him friends didn't screw other friends'
girls. Angrily he said: "Look, I'm not the first for her tonight! she's
been in this room with at least two other guys!" Through all this Kathy
stood with her head down and a towel wrapped around her looking about as
bad as I felt.
I moved aside so Tom could pass and just stood there looking at Kathy. I
can only speak from a mans point of view, but a man sticking his cock into
a girl somehow doesn't seem as personal as a girl accepting a man into her
body. A girl seems so helpless as a man works on her getting her horny
enough to spread her legs for him. The utmost surrender is when she does
open her legs and allows him to put a part of his body inside hers. When
the word intimate is used this surely must be what it describes.
All this went through my mind as I looked at Kathy standing in the middle
of the bathroom. She raised her head and looked at me, and said "Well, why
don't you say something? Say anything, call me a bitch, a whore, whatever,
but don't just stand there." I looked at her and said "How could you do
this to me? Is this just to pay me back for not taking you here in the
first place? She looked at me, and said 'Lets go out and sit down, we need
to talk.'
I followed Kathy out to the bedroom, where she sat on the side of the bed,
and I couldn't help noticing that the towel opened up showing a generous
portion of her slender thighs, and even a few pubic hairs. The thought
that another guy had just been there just about drove me crazy, but I
managed to control myself, and ask her what we had to talk about.
She looked at me somewhat defiantly, and said that she had been seeing
another guy for quite sometime now. She had wanted to tell me, but somehow
she had never been able to bring herself to do it. She said she had made
the mistake of falling for him, but all he cared about was sex. She had
even gotten on the pill because he claimed the sex they had together was
too great to be ruined by him having to pull out and shoot his load on the
sheets or on her belly.
Was this my Kathy? I couldn't imagine her beautiful little body spread out
under another guy while he drove his cock deep into her. Even worse was
the idea of her willingly getting the pill so he could shoot his load into
her belly.
I don't know if she did it just to hurt me or not, but she looked at me
and said 'He was right, the sex is great.' We've been fucking each other
since June. I just can't get enough of him. I've gone to his house and
spent the night-or the day, which ever we could manage. He introduced me
to things I have never done before, and taught me to enjoy them.'
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