The Dating Couple

I wasn’t planning on mentioning Valentine’s Day in my post today. I don’t like the holiday because it’s always a bit of a downer for me.

However, it has made me a bit nostalgic today. I’ve been thinking a lot about the girlfriends that we’ve shared, comparing them, and hoping that they are happy. I wouldn’t say that I am missing them, but I do have some fond memories I thought I’d share one with you.

Our first girlfriend we’ll call “G”. She looked cherubic with red hair and rosy cheeks. We had met her at a lesbian club in Columbia SC. While there, we told her about a planned trip to visit Myrtle Beach, near where she lived. She gave us her number and we kept in touch over the next two weeks till our planned vacation.

Although the conversations were light and we barely knew each other, she invited us to stay with her at her parent’s house. Seeing as we didn’t have a lot of cash at that point in our life, we graciously accepted the offer.

On the way there, Jonathan mentioned that he thought she had something planned for us. I didn’t really see it that way. But, I suggested we stop for a fresh supply of condoms just in case he was right, after all I can never tell when someone is attracted to me.

We arrived at her house that evening around noon. We grabbed some food, watched a movie, and just hung out together. Somehow, we started talking about our relationships and the fact we had just started looking for a girlfriend. She was very receptive to the idea.

Things soon progressed to her bed. We started out with me giving her a back massage. Then, she asked Jonathan if she could kiss him. I nodded yes. Jonathan responded “Yes, but only if Crystal gets one too.” That first threesome with her was a very tender experience. I remember the excitement of slowly undressing her. The first glance at her large breasts with pink erect nipples. The way her lips felt against mine and how soft her skin was.

We spent hours making love and sharing one another. It was a near perfect afternoon. She was very considerate and made sure we were comfortable every step of the way. For that I thank her. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner for the first time.

However, our time didn’t stop there. We went to the beach and played at the arcade and had a great time. Then evening fell and we headed to the beach. We walked along the water for a bit, but the ocean was very cold that night. So, we snuck into a hotel swimming pool. We swam to the deep end and started kissing and then touching each other. But we were interrupted by a mother and child.

So, we left the pool and went to the other side of the hotel with a bubbling hot tub. There was no one there when we first arrived. We started kissing and groping each other. Even though another couple was now on the other side of the tub, we didn’t care. I stuck my hands in both Jonathan and G’s swimming bottoms. I stroked each of them, neither knowing who was doing what. I liked seeing them try to hide what was going on.

After an hour or so of touching in the water, G mentioned that her parent’s had a beach house right across the road. We went there. We started with a shower. I touched her from behind as Jonathan watched, stroked himself and played with her breasts.

She came harder than she ever had. She was weak in the knees and asked me what I had done to her to make her cum so hard. Apparently, it was her first clitoral orgasm.

Things went from the shower to the bedroom. She peeled an orange and rubbed it over my breasts. She let it’s juices drip all over me and then sucked / licked it off. All the while each of us taking turns kissing and stroking Jonathan.

Three and a half hours after the shower, we were all satisfied and completely famished. We reluctantly got dressed and went for dinner. I with no underwear on under a barely wrapped skirt because wet clothes had been put on top of my pants. I’m sure the people at the restaurant got a good show that night.

We didn’t get back to her parent’s house until 4 a.m. We slept in separate beds just in case her parents came upstairs the next morning to see if we had made it home. We parted the next day on very good terms. Sometimes, I do miss the fun of that weekend and the newness of it. It did end for a reason though, so there is always next time…