Where it happened: Strangers bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
It was a couple of weeks ago when I had returned from a year in Iraq and was anxious to get back to life in the United States. The first night I had my first beer in a year. In fact, I had several beers and got pissy faced drunk. The next night, I was invited to join several of my married buddies for a party.
On arriving at the home where the party was to take place, I found it already in full swing and itwasn’t yet 1800 hours. Several of the wives were chatting as they flirted with their husbands and I soon felt left out of the group. It was then that Anita came into the house.
I soon learned that Anita was in the army, just returned from Iraq and Single. She might have been strikingly beautiful except that the year in the weather and lack of makeup had left her complection ruddy and her hair rather parched. It really didn’t matter though as she was not only the other single person at the party but she was intent on getting drunk.
Having jhust returned from some rough times, we were perhaps all somewhat affected by post traumatic stress disorder and our party of wild drinkers was most likely our way of coping.
We drank a beer together; then a second as we got to know each other. Then, as we shared our experiences in the war we seemed to lose our need to drink and became interested in each other. For the first time since my return, I felt calm and relaxed.
Dinner was delicious and the party was fun as Anita and I began to flirt covertly. Then, after dinner, my new found female friend and I helped cleran uyp the kitchen.
As we returned to the living room it was apparent that the drinking was beginning to take it’s toll. Men and women were passing out everywhere. Our hostess had joined her husband on the sofa and soon were sleeping in an alcoholic daze.
As Anita and I observed this debacle from our sober eyes, we began to kiss and make out. . .
It was soon after that Anita stoof, took mye by the hand and led me up the stairs to the master bedroom where she kissed me with a deep soul kiss and our tongues met in an awkward clash.
It was soon evident that, although I’d had a few makeout sessions in high school, I was a virgin. Anita sensing my inexperience, asked, “Have you ever done it before?” and I responded truthfully.
Then, having responded, I asked her, “Have you ever done it before?” and she hesitated before replying, “Yes, once, a Sargeant raped me while we were in basic training.” To this I replied, “Rapes don’t count. I want this to be your first real time with a man.”
Somewhere about this time, clothes began to fall from us and we were soon on the big, strange bed gropping and fondling and caressing as we allowed out lust to build.
As we grew more familiar, I gained experience and soon we were functioning more efficiently. I learned that I could raise my own level of passion only by inspiring hers. I sought out her most sensitive areas and addressed them.
As we toyed with each other and vocalized our needs and desires, I felt the bond begin to build. I moved and found myself drawn over her and into the missionary position.
“Do it to me now!” Anita whispered in my ear and In seconds, I felt my penis slide into the tightest, warmest, wettest, softest, smoothest orifice I could imagine. Beneath me, I looked into Anita’s eyes and saw them wet with tears.
I stopped what I was doing, and asked, “What’s wrong?” to which she replied with a big smile and said that nothing was wrong and that it was what she’d always imagined.
Tat first time wasn’t any exotic encounter. Each time we did it later we got better and better until the sex was fabulous and we were best friends. After our first few days, we lost interest in beer and oncentrated on each other.
It was nearly a year later when we married. . .Anita was three months pregnant at the time! Today, we are a happy family as she has left the army to become the full-time mother of two. We neither one show any evidence of post traumatic stress disorder.
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