The Women in My Life Ch. 04

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I graduated from Leeds with a 2.1 in Computer Science. After the graduation ceremony and my last return visit to Mrs W’s, I never went back. We did keep in contact via Christmas and Birthday cards. But once I was back home, I met up with…

THE AGAIN WOMAN (1981 ~ 21)

Before finishing Uni, I had applied for a number of jobs near home and went for several interviews. I’d moved back home with mum and dad, being pampered with mum’s cooking. By the time Friday came round, I met up with some old friends again and off we went to The Kings Arms pub.

Halfway through the second pint, I hear, “Joe, you’re back!”

Turning I see Chrissy, and in an echo of her return from America, I opened my arms and shouted back, “Chrissy, my front!”

She came over and gave me a big hug, then slapped my arm, “When did you get back and why didn’t you let me know you were home?”

“Sunday. Just busy I guess.” I answered, “And I hear you’re a working girl now, in the nicest possible way, that is!”

Somehow, even though I was with a couple of lads and Chrissy was with a couple of her friends, we seemed to spend the evening chatting together. We fell back together into our friendship so easily! As the evening ended, we agreed to meet up at hers the next night. Which we did.

Sat in the front room, as we had a few years before, we talked and laughed. She’d been in and out of a few relationships in the time I’d been away at Uni but wasn’t seeing Çankaya Escort anyone at that moment. I gave her a potted history of my time at Leeds but excluded my “adventure” with Mrs W. Leaving that night, I held her face and kissed her full on on the lips.

“Nice to see you again, Chrissy.” I said as I turned away.

In another echo from years past, she replied, “Thank you, kind sir. I look forward to seeing you again.”

Chrissy worked during the week, but telephoned to say she was having the Thursday off work and if I wasn’t busy to come over. I wasn’t busy at all! So over I went to Chrissy’s house about 10:30.

We were sat in the kitchen, having a drink of tea, when she asked,

“So, what was the sex like at Uni?”

“You know, only you would ask that.” I replied, pausing then saying “And I’ll only tell you, if it goes no further. OK?”

“Cross my heart and legs!” she said, smiling.

So I told her about my prostitute visit and my feminist student fuck, before finally confessing to my landlady Mrs W.

“No fucking way,” she said.

“Every fucking way,” I replied, “She was voracious. Every position, every room, every day, several times a day.”

Chrissy was stunned into silence. I wasn’t sure if she was shocked or offended or what. Finally, she spoke, “So when did you last get laid?”

“Nearly a week ago.”

“Aren’t you… you know… missing Keçiören Escort it?… horny?”

“Yes and yes,” I answered.

Sex came about quite easily after that. There was no awkwardness, we just went upstairs to her bedroom, undressed then got on the bed. Deep tongue kissing with fondling followed before my hand wandered down her stomach, over her pubic hair to between her legs. Her vagina lips were moist as I ran round them to stroke her clitoris. Her breathing was rapid and hot. I fingered her and stimulated her until I felt her climax. A second and third time before straddling her opened legs to insert my hardened penis slowly into her wetness.

So easily recalling Chrissy’s advice from years ago, I fucked her long and slow in a classic missionary position. After many moments, I pulled one of her knees up and she raised the other one herself to wrap her legs around me. I upped my fuck rate, Chrissy moaning again.

“I assume you’re still on the Pill.” I said, feeling the distant start of climax begin.

“Yes, no more burst bags for me!” she answered.

My rhythm continued as the tingling rose, finally surging through my groin and testes to erupt in streams of hot sticky spunk up Chrissy’s womb. Even as the ejaculating pulses continued and ended, I stayed kissing Chrissy. Still hard inside her vagina, I said,

“So, so good Chrissy. Better than ever.”

Chrissy Etimesgut Escort looked back saying, “You seem a lot more… experienced… in control than before. And better too.”

Still looking in her eyes, I resumed thrusting my horn into her hole. It felt like an age before my second eruption of semen. As I went to withdraw, Chrissy held me inside her, even as I was deflating. She hugged me. Hard.

Dressing some moments later, she said, “I’ve missed you. And certainly missed our… get-togethers!”

As it was before I left for Uni, her parents went out Friday and Saturday nights, as did mine. So those were our fuck nights. We engaged in a lot more activity than before.

We progressed to oral sex, me licking and kissing her clitoris and vagina, she sucking and kissing my penis. Both of us would climax.

We partook of my favourite doggie fuck as well as missionary and sideways. Chrissy would ride me to climax too.

Then one Friday evening, just after we’d finished a mammoth shag, both feeling thoroughly sated and orgasmed out, Chrissy said,

“I’ve been asked out on a date. By a nice guy at work, who I’ve sort of fancied for a while. It’s OK isn’t it? It’s not like we’re serious, you and me, are we?

“Chrissy”, I replied, “If you want to go for this guy, then go for him. I don’t mind at all. We’re the best of friends and nothing will ever change that. You’ll just have to learn to keep your hands off my body!” She hit me. Hard.

“And you can keep your dick to yourself then.” she said, laughingly.

It was not the last I saw of Chrissy. She was, and still remains my oldest, closest and best friend.

So I started my first job, in a local pharmaceutical company, as a Computer System Operator. Which was how I met…

The Office Woman

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