Five Dates Ch. 01

"Sounds like our good little girl isn't really so good after all." I heard Donna say from between Trish's legs.

"Forget her. Just fuck me," Sarah whispered urgently. "Please!?"

"What about your husband?" I asked quietly. "You really want to cheat on him?"

She sighed softly. "In a way I've already been cheating on him for months. Just with other women, not men. I don't see there's really much difference, now, is there?"

"You sure this is what you want?" I asked again, inside hoping she'd say no, and at the same time hoping she'd say yes.

"Please? My husband hasn't been much of a lover. We've been married for five years and I've had more orgasms in the last month than in my entire married life. I'd kind of like to see what it feels like to have one at the hands of a man."

I nodded, feeling conflicted, but also extremely turned on. I was probably thinking with my lower head instead of my brain as I started to stroke slowly in and out of her pussy. I felt her heels resting on the top of my butt as I worked in and out of her, slowly at first. Long deep slow strokes. I reached for her breasts and gently squeezed both of them before shifting my hands so I could stroke my thumbs against both of her rounded, puffed-out nipples.

"Oh god. Ohhhhh god yes," she moaned as I worked both her tits and pussy. I stroked slowly at first, my head sliding all the way into her until there was nothing more I could push into her. I pulled back out, leaving just my head and an inch or so of my length in her before pushing forward again. Each stroke forward gave a little squishing sound as my cock pushed into her sopping wet pussy.

"Oh god. Faster. Please faster," she moaned. I nodded as I plunged into her faster. Driving harder into her with my strokes, letting the base of my cock smash into her clit at the end of each stroke. She lifted and spread her legs as wide as she could, allowing my pelvis to smash into her clit as I plunged into her over and over, pushing both of us toward our desired results. She looked at me, staring lustfully at me, her eyes begging me to make her come. She didn't have much longer to wait. I shifted my angle a little and felt her body respond to the new stimulus. She rocked her hips and gasped out an "Oh god," only moments before her pussy started to tremble around me. I could feel her orgasm building deep inside her, arching her back and pushing herself toward me. I kept thrusting hard into her, my own orgasm building along with hers. "Oh fuck! I'm coming! I'm coooooommmmmiiiinnnnggg!" She gasped breathlessly as her pussy clenched around me. I felt her whole body tremble and shake as she lay on the table, gasping for air, my cock still plunging into her with abandon, even harder now as my own climax started to race to completion. "OHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCK!" she practically screamed as she felt the first surge of my cum lance into her. My body jerked and spasmed between her legs, my cock pumping shot after shot into her depths, my hands squeezing and gripping her firm boobs.

"My god." She panted softly. "Oh my god."

"You okay?" I asked breathlessly as I stood there, my dick still twitching inside her as I leaked more cum into her.

"Oh fuck. I'm more than okay," she breathed, letting her fingers reach for my body and stroke along my stomach. "Does it always feel like that?"

"Does what always feel like that?" I asked in confusion.

"When you make a woman climax. Does she always come like that? So hard?"

I shrugged. "Actually, I haven't had sex with anyone besides my wife for the last thirty years, besides today that is. So I'm not really sure."

"Honey, I can tell you, they don't all end that way," Donna said softly from between Trish's legs. "But the ones he gave me were pretty damn good ones."

"Damn. What have I been missing for the last five years?"

"That's what happens when you marry your childhood sweetheart instead of shopping around," Donna said. "You're only twenty-seven sweetie. You just learned what it's like to have a real man fuck you!"

"Gonna be hard to go back to Jim after this," Sarah said softly.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Don't be. I needed to learn sooner or later," she said, using her fingers to gently push on my stomach. I pulled from her pussy and a gush of our combined cum leaked from her gaping pussy. She sat up and pushed me back further. She slipped off the table, found her shorts and shirt and slowly dressed. "I think it stopped raining. I'm going to go start drying stuff," she said as she stepped to the zippered corner. She unzipped it and stopped to look back at me. "Thank you. I'm glad we did this. Please, don't think that you did anything wrong. I asked you for it. I wanted it. Thank you for being gentle and caring." She turned and ducked out of the enclosure.

"I better go help her," Donna said as she helped Trish climb off her face and to sit on the table near her. She sat up and climbed from the table, finding and pulling on her clothes on. Dressed, she stepped over to where I still stood, wrapped her arms around m, and gently hugged and kissed me. "I'll talk to her. It'll be fine. Thank you for a really really special time here."

I heard the zipper pull down after she left, leaving Trish and me in the enclosure. Trish climbed off the table and stepped to me. "I'm kinda tired now. What say we go take a nap?"

"Yeah. Let me get dressed."

"Uh uh. Just like this," she whispered. She took my hand and pulled me to the corner. She let go to unzip and then pulled me out into the sunshine. There were a number of people around the various sites starting to clean up and dry stuff out after the storm. We walked, naked, the few feet to the tent and she unzipped it. She stepped into it and pulled me by the hand in after her.

"You know," she said as she coaxed me onto the air mattress, "she wanted it."

"Yeah, but I can't help but think I broke up a marriage there."

"Honey, their marriage was in trouble as soon as she started playing lesbian games behind his back. All you did was hasten along what was going to already happen."

"I still feel bad," I said she laid down next to me. She pressed herself against my side, one breast pressed to my side the other resting on my chest. She rested her head on my shoulder and let one leg drape over both of mine.

"God it feels good to do this," she whispered. "It's been a long time since I slept with a man."

"Since the divorce?"

"Uh huh," she whispered. "In some ways we're both kinda relationship refugees. You though, not by choice."

"I still miss her so much."

"I know. Answer me something. When you were having sex with Donna and Sarah, did you think about Nancy?"

"A few times," I answered.

"But not too much I think. You looked to me like you were enjoying yourself pretty well."

"I kinda lost myself in it. Nancy was probably rolling over in her grave, me having sex with someone that young, let alone a stranger."

Trish chuckled a soft, feminine laugh. "They weren't that young."

"Sarah wasn't even thirty yet and Donna, she didn't say, but I doubt she was more than thirty five." Almost twenty years younger than me."

"You sound like you were sizing her up as a potential long term playmate!" Trish said with a soft laugh. "She wanted to fuck. Not get married."

"Yeah. She wanted to fuck," I agreed, closing my eyes. "She was a good fuck. Both of them were."

"Compared to me?"

"I don't compare anyone to you. There's a difference between what I did with them and what I did with you."

"Oh? What kind of difference?"

"Well, just different," I said with a shrug.

"What you mean to say, is that you still have to see me in the morning, and with them, you can fuck em and forget em. Right?" I didn't answer. "Yeah. I thought so," she added with a sigh. She snuggled a little more next to me. "I'm glad you still want to see me in the morning," she whispered softly.

We lay silently after that until we both fell asleep. It was dinner time by the time we woke up. We dressed in shorts, well, Trish put on a t-shirt as well. The girls had everything they'd brought hung on bushes, ropes, spread out on the car and the top of the tent, trying to dry it. Neither was around, but I figured they were close by. Trish helped me make dinner, moving around our little kitchen area inside the pop-up canopy with the sides tied back to the poles to let the warm breeze blow through. It seemed like each time we passed by each other, her hand stroked across some part of me, my back, my arm, my butt, even a few times my half-hard dick. If she stepped and stood close to me, she made sure some part of her was touching me, her arm, her breast, her hip, something. Each time I looked at her she was looking at me, smiling. The look of her smile seemed to make me feel warm inside. I liked it. It was almost the way Nancy made me feel the first time I saw her smile at me so many years ago.

It was across the room at the senior prom. She was there with another guy and I was there with another girl, but that didn't stop me from noticing her, or her me. In fact, over the course of the next hour, I caught her looking at me quite frequently. I couldn't help but notice, just as I couldn't help but notice that as her date was dancing with her, his hands were grabbing at her ass and occasionally even her tits through her dress. I frowned and shook my head. As the formal dance portion ended and couples started breaking up to go home, or off to neck. Jeanie and I walked out just in time to see Nancy slap her date's face. I didn't see or hear what he had done, but clearly it was an unwanted advance. I looked at my date, Jeanie, who quickly steered me by the arm over to where Nancy was standing, looking absolutely furious while her date stared at her, rubbing his face where she slapped it.

"Do you need a ride home?" I asked her politely.

She looked at me and smiled warmly. "Are you sure your date isn't going to be upset with you?" she asked, causing me to turn and look at my date, who just shrugged. "I think she was looking forward to a little after prom fun before she got taken home. It is kinda traditional."

"If it's traditional, then how come you slapped your date's face?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"Simply because instead of seducing me, he said 'come on honey' let's go find someplace to fuck'."

"That was a bit rude," I agreed, with a chuckle, wondering just how much of this little game she was playing was honest and how much was aimed at embarrassing her date. Not that I wasn't planning on seducing my date for a little after-prom fun myself. Jeannie and I had been dating for quite a few months and all her friends knew we were intimate. That's a nice way of saying that every time we got together we were looking for someplace to have sex. It was nothing romantic by any means, but she was good sex and she enjoyed what I gave her, not to mention she was almost insatiable. To my surprise Jeanie quickly agreed to let me take both Nancy and her home. So I headed off to the car with an incredibly gorgeous women on each arm.

I WOULD have taken them both home directly, if Nancy hadn't goaded me into stopping to make sure that Jeanie got her a fter prom fun. We stopped at a small park and got out. I expected to take Jeanie off to one of the picnic table areas for a little necking and a quickie. I hadn't expected Nancy to get out as well, walking around the car and looping her arm in one of mine. I was completely caught off guard when we reached the first table and both of them stopped and dropped their dresses. It was the one and only time Nancy had ever wanted to have sex with me in either public, or with anyone else. Jeanie broke up with me the next day. Apparently she had planned on it even before the prom. Nancy just happened to see me at the prom and knew something of my reputation, a reputation among the girls I didn't even know I had. The impromptu threesome was the result of her immediate interest in me and a short discussion in the ladies room with Jeanie where she learned that Jeanie was breaking up with me after the prom.

I never had sex with another woman since that day, until today. I wrapped my arm around Trish and pulled her against me. I turned more to face her and hugged her tightly to my chest. I smelled her hair, a scent not unlike my wife, and felt her chest rise and fall against mine. I stood there, holding her, tears running down my face as I recalled that first night with Nancy at the picnic table. The first time I had sex with her, the first time I tasted her succulent breasts and exquisite pussy. The first time the two of us climaxed together.

She knew I was crying, though I doubted she knew why. I was glad she just held me and let it come out. I don't know how long I cried, but I finally released her and wiped my face, embarrassed that I was crying when I heard footsteps behind me. I tried to stay facing away from whoever it was while I wiped the tears from my eyes and tried to get myself back looking like a man again instead of, well, whatever a crying man looks like.

Trish stood in front of me, her arms still around my waist, her tits pressed against me, not wanting to let go of me yet as she looked up at me. I felt a hand on my back and turned my head to look back. I saw Donna behind me. She didn't say anything, but just stood there, gently stroking my back with her fingertips. I finally nodded to Trish and she let go of me so I could turn and see the girls.

"I just wanted to thank you for getting us out of the rain earlier. Everything we had got soaked."

"Yeah. No problem," I answered, sniffing and wiping my eyes again. "Allergies," I said lamely.

"Yeah. I get it," she whispered. "Just the same. Thanks for helping us out."

"Sure. Any time," I answered her with a nod before turning back to the frying pan; the food that was about to be burned to a crisp. She walked away while I went back to stirring the almost burned potatoes and sausage.

Trish and I ate dinner and then decided to go down for a swim, the sun had come back out and heated the afternoon back up, making it feel seriously sticky. We stepped into the tent and changed into our swim suits. Trish put on the tiny little bikini she had worn earlier. We walked down to the water from the campsite, Trish intentionally making her boobs slip out of the tiny triangles enough to expose her nipples, just to tease me. I thought about going out in the boat, but everything was soaked inside and I didn't really feel like screwing with it. So we grabbed some foam noodles to float with, and waded out into the bathwater-warm lake. We floated in front of each other occasionally wrapping our legs around each other to pull us togetehr. It soon became a game to try and kiss each other without tipping us over. We were still playing the game when Donna and Sarah came down, also dressed in bikinis. Donna waded into the water and then turned around to see Sarah.

"I think now," Donna said.

I looked over and saw Sarah standing on the shore, clearly nervous. As I watched she pulled off her bikini, dropped it on the shore and then waded out into the water, lowering herself into it as soon as it was deep enough to hide her now nude body.

She waded out further until she could actually stand up without showing off her tits and looked more comfortable. Donna walked up behind her. I could see her arms wrap around Sarah and play with her tits. Trish floated near me and I felt her legs wrap around me from behind. She used her legs to work my swim suit down over my hips. I had to cross my legs to keep my suit from sinking all the way down to the bottom and off my legs. "You want to fuck her again?" Trish whispered as she pulled herself closer to me and used one of her legs to rub my dick under the water.

"Not really. Not exactly in the mood," I answered back.

"Because of earlier?"

"Yeah."

"You wanna tell me what it was?"

"Not really."

"But her."

"Yeah."

"I Know it's hard. I don't want you to forget all those things about your life with her. But you have to also look ahead. Look at the future. Make new memories."

"It's hard to do."

"Never said it'd be easy."

"Not sure it's even possible right now," I answered her. I gently disengaged her legs from around me and paddled myself to where I could get my feet on the bottom. I managed to get my suit back up and then walked out of the lake and up the hill, leaving the three of them behind.

Trish came up about ten minutes later. She pulled her camp chair over next to mine and sat down in it. She reached out and rested her hand on my arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push."

"I know. It's not your fault," I answered softly.

She got up and sat down sideways in my lap. She reached around my head and pulled it to her chest, stroking my hair, and kissed the top of my head. "I wish I knew how to make it better," she whispered softly. I could feel the soft warmth of her skin against my cheek. As she stroked my head I realized that my faced was pressed to the gap between her breasts, part of her right breast pressed to my cheek. I couldn't help but notice that her nipple, which had slipped out of the triangle of material again, was practically brushing my lips as she breathed.

I closed my eyes, trying not to get turned on, but somehow it wasn't working. I could feel my dick getting hard even though I didn't want it to.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, shifting her chest to pull her nipple from my mouth. "I wasn't trying to do that. I was just trying to comfort you."

"It's okay." I answered, pulling my head from her chest. "For some reason I have a hard time not getting turned on when you're touching me."

"I'm sorry," she whispered again, leaning against me and kissing the top of my head.

"Before, I was thinking about her. About Nancy. I was thinking about the first time I was with her. Had sex with her. The first time I met her actually. We had the only threesome of our entire life together that night, the first night we even knew each other."

"I didn't know that. She never told me exactly how you met, other than it was at the prom, but she said it was memorable to her and very personal."

"It was. I gave her and my current girlfriend both a ride home. But she made me stop on the way home so my girlfriend would get her after-prom sex. Turned out, she decided to be part of it too."

"Sounds sexy."

"It was, incredible. But what made me think of it. What made me break down, was how it felt to have you touch me. To have you leaning against me. It gave me a feeling inside that I only felt when I saw her. I felt it the first time across the dance floor and every time she walked in and touched me at home. I wasn't ready to think that I would ever feel that feeling again. I was even more surprised that it was you."

"What does it mean?" she whispered.

"I don't know Trish. I really don't know. I don't know if it's her talking to me from the grave, or if it's some stupid thing that I'd feel for every sexy woman that touched me that way. I just don't know."

"So how are you going to find out?"

"I don't know that either."

"Do you want a suggestion?"

"I guess."

"You have to let yourself be that way with some other women and find out. Maybe Donna? Let her touch and lean against you and be close to you like that. See if it happens again with someone else."

"Are you telling me to date Donna?"

"I'm telling you that you need to find out. And the only way to do that is to put yourself out there and see what it feels like. She knows about Nancy. I told her. She wanted to come apologize for what they did, pushing you for sex that way. She didn't understand. I told her that it was okay, but she didn't need to come apologize right this minute. You needed a little time to process."

"Thanks. I appreciate that," I whispered. We sat there for almost half an hour before the girls came up and started putting their camp site back together for the night. Trish moved off my lap and I watched her in the tiny bikini, moving around and starting a fire in the fire pit. Half a dozen times her boobs slipped out of the top, each time she looked up at me and grinned while she fixed it, making sure I had a good look. I also got a number of looks at her sexy pussy as she bent over on her knees to work on the fire, the miniscule bikini not quite covering her pussy all the way, leaving part of her lips, the entrance to her vaginal depths and her rosebud exposed but for one very tiny little string. I couldn't help but think how Nancy would have scowled and chided her sister for wearing something so scandalously tiny. There were times I wished Nancy would have worn such a suit, but no amount of coaxing would get her to wear anything that didn't complete cover her sexy ass cheeks, pussy, mound and most of her breasts.