Bored House Wife

I wasn't sure if he would at the time, but did Henry keep his word, and our agreement has turned into one of the better made deals I've made in my life.

He never once asked me to dinner, or a movie, or anything else as ordinary as that, but I was around a lot longer than most of his girlfriends were. We would fuck like bunnies whenever ran into each other at the same party, or during chance meetings at coffee houses, or laundromats, or any place two old friend might bump into each other. We fucked in cars, washrooms, alleys, anywhere that we thought we could get away with it. After graduation when I left for college and he started touring with the minor leagues we would get together every time he was in a town anywhere near me. Once, he drove for 4 hours through a rain storm just to give me a surprise birthday present.

I was 29 the year Henry got married. I think turning 30 may have put him in a panic, or maybe he did meet the girl of his dreams, because I never did heard from him again. I miss him, my pussy misses him. I've compared every lover I've ever had to him, and nobody seems to be able to fill me up the same way.

As the head of his prick entered my virgin cunt I could hardly breath, and I don't think I've ever felt so full. I think the idea of my virginity made Henry cautious, and he pushed himself into me slowly. His eyes were closed now, and his chest was pressed against mine. I could here him whisper into my ear, "You okay baby. Do you like it? It's all yours."

I did like it. I liked the pressure building up in my belly too. I squeezed my insides, and he sucked in his breath and grabbed my arms so hard I had finger shaped bruises for a week. I didn't let my body relax until I started to shake, and felt myself explode. I thrust myself against Henry, forcing him even deeper. He kissed me, and shifted his hips moving inside me. His breath was jagged and my pussy was so sensitive from the orgasm I had just experience, that I felt like I was on fire, and I couldn't stop squirming underneath him. I bit down on his shoulders, and I pushed myself hard against him. All that action just excited him more and his thrust got harder and faster, until he was pounding into me. Each hammer stroke bringing both of use closer to climax. I think I came first, shrieking as the waves of pleasure shook through my pussy and belly, then Henry grunted and arched his back pinning me to the ground, and I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me as my body calmed itself. That was the most delicious feeling of the evening.

After Henry pulled out of me, he sat back and looked at me for what felt like a really long time. I was flushed, and sweating, spread eagle, and naked on the ground where he'd pined me. He leaned forward, surprising me as he kissed my pussy, licking up our mingled juices, holding my hips down so I couldn't move away from him. Then he passed me my clothing and got dressed himself. As he helped me out from under the bleachers he looked me in the eye and said "I'll keep my promise."

His dick was rock hard again and he grabbed my shoulders, almost too roughly and pulled me towards him. His hands were strong, and his kisses demanding. He was trying to be gentle, but really when are 19 year old boys gentle? His jacket was laid out on the dirt beneath us, and he felt heavy on top of me. He was so hot, and all I could feel was his heat and the cool ground beneath me. My body was burning with sensation and I was instinctively grinding my hips against him. Those magic fingers of his undid the rest of the buttons to my blouse, and unsnapped my lacy bra. He slid down and gently kissed my breasts, first one then the other. Then he started to suck, the pressure of his mouth was so hard it made me gasp, but he didn't stop. I reached out to touch him, ran my fingers through his hair, and down his back, up under his cotton t-shirt. His hands were under my skirt, pushing my panties aside so that his fingers could explore my wet pussy. I was aching for him, and let out a little cry as he pushed his cool fingers inside me. First one, then another. I've never felt anything so intense as those two fingers deep inside me. He wiggled them, and his fingertips gently caressed and explore the inside of my hot vagina and that's when he stopped. When he pulled back I cried, but he just smiled reassuringly and pulled off his cloths. Kneeling naked in front of me; he kissed my lips and my hands. He took each finger into his mouth and helped me out of my cloths; kissing each newly exposed piece of flesh. The cool air made me break out in goose bumps and his hot breath was making me shiver.

Henry covered me with his hot body. My body was alive with sensation and my blood was pounding through my veins. He licked at my ears and neck. His fingers grabbed hold of my rock hard nipples and twisted them hard. I felt him reaching blindly out to his discarded jeans, and heard the distinctive crinkle of a small plastic packet. I watched, dazed, my skin tingling, my hips working against his hard body, as he tore the packet open with his teeth. It was fascinating watching him cover his hard rod with that thin layer of latex. His cock sprang up into his hand, and seemed to grow even more as he covered it. The night air was causing my body was to cool, and I groaned, and whined with impatience and anticipation. My pussy was aching for him. Ever the gentleman he thrust two fingers into me first, the smile on his lips wicked. I needed him, all of him and I grabbed for his cock. Holding the hard shaft tight, my inexperienced hands shaking as I pull it down hard, and guided his rod into to my hole.

And where do you think he led me? No, not to a motel, or his car, or the locker rooms. No, in typical teenage fashion we squeezed under the bleachers, where we could still see the sky, but where nobody was likely to see us, and laid on the smooth, hard, cool earth. Henry took off his shirt and undid his pants. He was going commando and cock sprung out from behind his zipper like some sort of caged animal. He was kneeling over my reclined form, and I looked at the organ fascinated. I'd never seen a real cock before. I reached up and touched it, gently brushing my fingers down it's length. I was surprised at how it felt both firm and soft. This piece of skin was unlike the skin anywhere else on his body. Henry was breathing heavily and a few drops of clear liquid appeared on the tip. I touched them too, the stuff was slick and a little sticky.

"You look like you've never seen a dick before" His voice, different now, husky and full of need. Hearing it made me jump.

"I haven't, not a real one anyway." He looked stunned and a bit worried, and his dick actually started to soften. I held out my fingers, coated with the clear liquid "What's this?"

"It's pre-cum, it just means I'm excited to have you hear." His hard-on was completely gone now. I grabbed at his flaccid dick and squeezed it hard. He exhaled. "Do you want it?"

"Only if you promise it wont be just this one time. Don't worry, it's not like I want you to marry me or anything. I just don't want my first time to be a one night stand." As I spoke I was slowly jacking him off, and his erection was coming back. He leaned towards me and tried to kiss me. I pulled back, and cupped his nuts in my palm "Do you promise?"

"For you sexy thing, anything."

"Why should you? Nobody stands field-side watching me play ball, and beside you haven't asked me yet." I smiled at him, and he let go of my hand and gave me another one of those wicked smiles. "My names Christine, but most people call me Christy."

I don't' know what I was expecting after that, maybe for him to offer to walk me home, or ask me out on a date, but Henry wasn't that sort of guy. Nope, he said something along the lines of he'd sure like to watch me play ball, and then he invited me back into the stadium. He snagged a hot dog from the almost closed concession stand, and we sat in the bleacher while the sun set, and he told me all about his plans to become a Major Leaguer. I ate carefully, not wanting to get mustard on my skirt. He was sitting legs spread, one foot planted firmly on either side of the bench. I couldn't help but glance down at the bulge in his pants.

When I'd finally finished my dog he pulled me close, and kissed me.

"I love the taste of onions on a girl."

"What."

"I love the taste of onions on a girl, or garlic, or curry, I love it when a girl taste strongly. Means she love life."

"What a weird thing to say."

"Weird maybe, but true. Do you know how beautiful you are," he turned and look over the now dusky field "I think the only thing more beautiful than you would have to be that sunset." Then he kissed me again, his strong tongue, gently parting my lips and exploring my mouth; brushing against my teeth, and across my tongue. I was suddenly feeling cautious, and maybe a bit scared. It was obvious he had more experience than me and I didn't want to look like a ditz, or a whore, or worse a virgin! I wasn't really sure what I should do. I knew what I wanted, but winning my prize so easily was twisting my stomach into hard knots. I go with it, what the hell, this is what I wanted after all, wasn't it, and I gingerly teased at the end of his tongue with mine, and bit at his lips. He smiled down at me, and I discovered that somehow while we'd been kissing he had undone the buttons to my blouse and was cupping my breast. Man, that boy always had magic fingers. I gasped as he pinched my nipples though the fabric as his other hand found it way down to my thighs and was working it's way up my skirt. I was sure he must feel me shaking under his strong hands. My mind was terrified by how fast things were happening, but my body was hot, sticky and wet.

"Christy, lets go somewhere a little more private."

On my 19^th birthday. Late in my senior year. I made a promise to myself to get Henry's attention if it killed me. I knew I'd have to act soon, so I gave myself a complete overhaul. I went shopping. Bought all sorts of make-up, some clingy silk, and stretchy shirts, shorter skirts, and most importantly a wonder-bra. Then behind closed doors, with no one around to tease me while I tried out my new look. I got ready. The next baseball game was in two nights, and that gave me a day and a half to practice walking the walk, and talking the talk. I'd arranged to meet my friends at the field, and would cheer my heart out while the boys did their thing. Afterwards when Henry was all hot and sweaty, still high on adrenaline from the game. I would make my move.

I wish you could have seen the looks I got as I left the house that night. My mom gasped, my dad looked worried, and my friends, well, the girls said scowled and the boys mostly just stared. I ate up the attention. Still do. I found out I liked looking smart and sexy, and most of all I liked the way men looked at me after I spent those precious few moments primping.

Our team won that evening and before the cheering had stopped I started to make my way down to the boys locker room. I could smell the rank locker room stench, and hear the boys laughing as I stepped towards the door. They were hooting and hollering and cheering each other on. So far, everything was perfect. I picked a spot where I would be seen, and leaned against the wall trying my damnedest to look cool. I got lucky and Henry was the first to leave the locker room. He was surrounded by a gaggle of other boys, and they were all joking and carrying on like boys do, but then he noticed me. I felt it the instant he laid his eyes on me. His look made my insides shake; his eyes locked on my wonder-enhanced curves and he stopped dead. In reality he only paused for a second, but I had made a real impact and he kept glancing back my way as he tried to finish his joke. The other boys must have noticed his interest, 'cause not one even tried to approach me. They could look, and look they did, but did not dare touch.

I spent a few moments watching him watch me. Yes it felt good, but I was getting bored. High on my new sex appeal I turned and started to leave, and hot damn, wouldn't you know it, but some desperately handsome baseball star ran past me and opened the door. He flashed me the most wicked kind of smile, and he followed me out.

"Hey, I'm Henry." The boy actually held out his hand for me to shake. I grabbed it tentatively.

"I know, I've seen you play." His smile widened, and he wasn't letting go of my hand.

"I feel a little in the dark, I don't know who you are"

I was 18 the first time I had sex, I wish I could say it was fantastic or magical, but I don't think most people can say that. Not that it was terrible or anything, no it was actually pretty good. Especially if you factor in my inexperience, and I've certainly had worse. But as I learned the good stuff, as Henry took the time to teach me, in between meets, and later on when he joined the minor leagues, and was passing through town, it got to be fantastic. Good enough even that 10 years after that particular affair ended, I still get wet whenever I think of Henry.

But this story is about our first time. I'd been mooning over Henry Kent, the star of our high schools senior baseball team for what felt like forever, but he always had some beautifully sculpted, big breasted blond on his arm. Almost never the same one twice; a sad fact that gave me hope. Even if I was about as far from "his type" as one could be, and still be a girl. Blond bombshell I was not, nope, instead I was average height (maybe even a bit on the short side), with average breast, long auburn hair, and a very forgettable face. Of course I wanted him, all my friends knew it, and most teased me for my obsession. Ruthlessly reminding me that I didn't have a chance in hell of getting him to notice me. Every one of them had the same crush, but they still laughed. Ha! In their eyes I'd be lucky if he'd even look my way.