Yep. It's true! A long, long time ago and in another galaxy called "My Teen Years," I had a girlfriend named Diane. She was actually my first serious girlfriend and with whom I experienced my first sexual relations. God, how she used to make me so freakin' hard! We'd have a great day together and end it with deep kisses in the kitchen while we pelvicly (is that a word?) grinded one another. During one such session, her mother Joyce, walked in on us and gave me a playful grin. I wasn't sure what to think of it so Diane and I went back to kissing and heavy petting.
We were all of 17, maybe 18, and Joyce was 37. Her husband Jim, was a firefighter and away from the home a lot. Joyce happened to be "catching" Diane and I in rather heated moments quite a lot. Looking back, I suspect that she was doing so intentionally. One summer, Jim made the announcement that he was borrowing a camper and taking all of the kids down south for a couple of weeks for a vacation. It was a few days later that Joyce said that she would be staying home alone. We were all pretty close and she invited me to her house even though the rest of the family would be away. In my youthful ignorance, I thought nothing of the invitation and accepted her offer.
I was driving a 1965 Dodge Coronet at the time and parked along side of the house -- their home was on a corner. I walked into the side door and entered the kitchen. Joyce was drinking a cup of coffee and asked me to sit at the table with her. We talked for a bit and then she dropped the bombshell of a lifetime! She said, "Michael, I know that Diane teases you a lot and a young guy like you occasionally needs relief." I wasn't sure where she was going with this conversation so I simply agreed. I said that sometimes there is a build-up of emotions and that I appreciated her understanding. We then walked into the sun room.
Joyce turned to me, moved in close and kissed me... square on the mouth! I was stunned! Devestated! But I liked it. Here was this beautiful woman who looked like Doris Day, about 5'10" pushing her tongue into my mouth. I loved it. Then she said, "Michael, let's go upstairs." What the hell did I know? I went upstairs!
There, we made love for what seemed to be a blissful eternity. Her vagina was a tad larger than Diane's but she had also had five children. She was far more moist as well too. That made the oral part of this relationship great. You see, I am orally expressive and I love to go down on a woman. Our relationship lasted throughout the summer and well into the fall. We made love everywhere and in every position... to anyplace we could escape.
I eventually broke up with Diane and that also brought to end my relationship with Joyce. She shall live forever as one of the great loves with whom I have enjoyed life.
Thank you Joyce, I will love you forever.