The Kissing Tree
I remember my first kiss. I can’t tell you to who it exactly was too, but I remember where it happened and what grade I was in.
When I was bean pole skinny in the 3rd grade, I started hanging around three girls. Lana, Catherine, and Laura. I really liked Lana and Laura, but I never fancied Catherine at all.
Our playground was divided into 2 different sections. The first grade to third grade played in the area to the far left. This is where the slides, jungle gym, and swings were. The fourth to sixth grade played in the far right. This had the basketball court and the football field.
In the far left corner, was this pine tree. During lunch the four of us would rush off to the pine tree and the three girls would start kissing me. I would giggle, blush, and just squirm like crazy. It was thrilling, but short lived. My next door neighbor ratted me out to my mom, and she put a stop to it. I never forgave him.
I will have to confess, I am not someone who finds the thought of being with multiple people at one time a huge turn-on. I know, most guys love the thought of being with 2 or more women at once. Even if it’s just watching. This isn’t something that is on the forefront of my desires. I get no satisfaction watching two women make out together.
One of the jobs I had during my “5 years of darkness”, was that of a clerk at a convenience store. Jeri was one of my regular customers. She was blond, about 5’2”, buxom, and very attractive. She had started doing part time swimsuit modeling, and was hoping to make that her full time career. In the mean time, she did small jobs such as tax returns and minor book keeping.
Jeri was always coming in alone, paying with checks in just her name. No wedding band, and during all our talks and flirtations, there was never a mention of another person in her life.
One afternoon, she invited me over to her place after work. It was innocent enough. She left me directions and asked what time to expect me. I gave her when I got off and we left it at that. I arrived at her place after work and had a brief tour of her place. She owned a nice home and had a 240z she was refurbishing. She led me to the back of the house where she had a huge indoor hot tub. One of those that can fit 6 easily. She said she was a bit stiff and was going to soak for a while and if I could join her. I told her I didn’t have any swim trunks, which she said we didn’t need. So, of course I said yes!
She was heating it up when I heard the front door open and close. She shouts out “honey, I’m in the back with Mizike… come join us”. I froze. In walks Robert, another regular from work. Neither wore a wedding band, but both were married. To say I was a bit uncomfortable would be an understatement.
Robert says that he’s glad he’s not late to join us and before I knew it, both of them were starting to disrobe. My mouth is wide open now, and I quickly excuse myself and ran out the front door.
They both continued to come to the store for years, asking when I was going to come visit them again. Like if!
Mizike
When I was bean pole skinny in the 3rd grade, I started hanging around three girls. Lana, Catherine, and Laura. I really liked Lana and Laura, but I never fancied Catherine at all.
Our playground was divided into 2 different sections. The first grade to third grade played in the area to the far left. This is where the slides, jungle gym, and swings were. The fourth to sixth grade played in the far right. This had the basketball court and the football field.
In the far left corner, was this pine tree. During lunch the four of us would rush off to the pine tree and the three girls would start kissing me. I would giggle, blush, and just squirm like crazy. It was thrilling, but short lived. My next door neighbor ratted me out to my mom, and she put a stop to it. I never forgave him.
I will have to confess, I am not someone who finds the thought of being with multiple people at one time a huge turn-on. I know, most guys love the thought of being with 2 or more women at once. Even if it’s just watching. This isn’t something that is on the forefront of my desires. I get no satisfaction watching two women make out together.
One of the jobs I had during my “5 years of darkness”, was that of a clerk at a convenience store. Jeri was one of my regular customers. She was blond, about 5’2”, buxom, and very attractive. She had started doing part time swimsuit modeling, and was hoping to make that her full time career. In the mean time, she did small jobs such as tax returns and minor book keeping.
Jeri was always coming in alone, paying with checks in just her name. No wedding band, and during all our talks and flirtations, there was never a mention of another person in her life.
One afternoon, she invited me over to her place after work. It was innocent enough. She left me directions and asked what time to expect me. I gave her when I got off and we left it at that. I arrived at her place after work and had a brief tour of her place. She owned a nice home and had a 240z she was refurbishing. She led me to the back of the house where she had a huge indoor hot tub. One of those that can fit 6 easily. She said she was a bit stiff and was going to soak for a while and if I could join her. I told her I didn’t have any swim trunks, which she said we didn’t need. So, of course I said yes!
She was heating it up when I heard the front door open and close. She shouts out “honey, I’m in the back with Mizike… come join us”. I froze. In walks Robert, another regular from work. Neither wore a wedding band, but both were married. To say I was a bit uncomfortable would be an understatement.
Robert says that he’s glad he’s not late to join us and before I knew it, both of them were starting to disrobe. My mouth is wide open now, and I quickly excuse myself and ran out the front door.
They both continued to come to the store for years, asking when I was going to come visit them again. Like if!
Mizike
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