4 comments/ 23167 views/ 1 favorites Karen: Valentine Epiphany By: caprine [This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. It is a fantasy and as such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.] ***** LOVE! Will I ever really love? Will another ever love me? I dream of love. I fantasize about love. I want love--a true love and lover. But me, the shy wallflower? All I can do is hope. My twentieth birthday was yesterday, January 31 and mother asked, "Karen, are you going to the Valentine dance next month?" "Your kidding. I don't even have a boyfriend, let alone a date to that annual town dance, mother, you know that." "Why don't you have a boyfriend, Karen? You goin' to be an old maid on me?" "MOTHER!" I stormed out of the room, tears streaming down my face. All through high school, now two years over thank God, I was the studious one. I didn't like or participate in sports or much of anything else for that matter. I was straight A for all four years. I guess I was the female version of a nerd. I even had the ugly eyeglasses to go with the image. Boys scared me to death. They also teased me to death. How could I like one of them, let alone love one of them? They made snide remarks about me and my frumpy clothes, like: "Hi, Granny." or "There's the ugly duckling again," or "That face would sink a thousand ships." or worst of all, "There's our favorite hillbilly." The girls were even meaner in their comments than were the boys. More than once, I fled to the bathroom in tears. One boy, Carl, tried to be nice to me. He once even apologized for the behavior of the others. Just when I thought he might be really nice, he quite talking to me. I think some of the others got to him and told him to back off--or else. I did look odd, I guess. I wore loose fitting dresses while other girls were skirts and blouses. I covered up with more loose clothes like sweaters. I wore "granny" shoes and laces. It was what my parents could afford and it wasn't "in style" of the time. I was also well aware that my southern accent in central Iowa was considered "Hillbilly,'" especially when everyone knew we had moved into the area from a hill town in Kentucky coal country my freshman year. We had moved to a small town south of I-80 in central Iowa to a farm. We were some fifteen or so miles from Des Moines. The high school population was about three-hundred and fifty students and their behavior was typical of teenagers towards "outsiders" moving into "their town" and "their school." This was especially true of outsiders as different from them as was I. In the fall of my sophomore year, I finally gave in and accepted a date. One of the football players asked me to the sochop after the game. I reluctantly agreed. Since I did not attend the game, he had to drive out to our country farmhouse to get me. He pulled into the lane and drove up to the house. He honked his horn, but stayed in the car. Not much on chivalry, I thought. I climbed into the passenger seat and sat halfway between Joe and my door. I was very nervous and trembling. I still wore a dress, but one of my Sunday ones. It had a tight collar around the base of my neck, long sleeves, and buttoned down the back. I had a loose, wool sweater over that along with nicer shoes than the ones I wore to school, but still much too "Granny" with laces for the teenage crowd. Joe looked my way, really more like leered my way and said, "What's the matter, cold? I can warm you up plenty if you slide over here with me." I sure hope that's not an indication of how the rest of this date is going to go, I thought. Unfortunately, it was. There was lots of snickering from kids who observed our entrance into the gym. I had my arm through Joe's for support. My knees were so weak, I needed the support just to stand. But that put his arm into the side of my left breast and he took full advantage of that by rubbing and pressing into my clothing covered flesh. That action sent shivers through my body. Don't get me wrong, I liked those shivers, but they scared me half to death. I'd scarcely touched myself let alone allow anyone else to touch me. Joe noticed the shivers. I feared he'd misinterpret them. The record was a fast song, too fast for Joe. "We'll wait for a slow one and then dance," he said. Within minutes, a slow song floated out of the phonograph. Joe led me out onto the floor and pulled me into his arms. Close into his arms. His right hand dropped to my waist, but an instant later, it was on my butt. He pulled me tightly into himself. I should say, into the bulge between his legs and ground my mons into it. Although I didn't know a lot about sex at the time, I knew enough to know that I was up against a blatant example of a long, hard, vertical sample of raw manhood. I was like a frightened deer in the headlights of a car. Somehow, though, I kept my cool. I reached down and placed his offending hand back on my waist. I was then free to back off enough to leave some space between us again. "Don't do that again, Joe." "Au, Baby, you know you like it." "No, I certainly do not." Yes, I really did, but I wasn't going to tell him that. My female intuition told me all he was after was sex. He wasn't really interested in me the person. I wasn't really interested in him either, not that way, anyhow. All I wanted was to try a date and so far, I found this one very wanting. Of course, I had to fight him off the rest of the time at the dance. I'd slapped his hands away from my breasts more than once. He pulled me in close a couple of more times again and I had to fight that. He leaned in and kissed me. I bit his lip. It wasn't a love bite. He just couldn't keep his hands or his mouth off me. Finally, I had enough. "Take me home, Joe, now." "Au, Baby, come on, dance with me some more.' "Now, Joe, or I'll walk off and leave you here in front of your friends." Sullenly, Joe walked me out and to the car. I was trembling again, but not from nervousness. I trembled with anger and frustration. But I did not need Joe's arm to stand or walk. Not this time. The adrenaline did that for me. We got halfway to my house. There was a turnoff that led to a favorite secluded spot for lovers. "Joe, I want to go home, not here." "Aw, just for a moment, Baby." "Don't, 'Baby' me, Joe, take me home, this minute!" Before I could say more, the car stopped and the engine went quiet. Joe looked my way as he leered at me again and said. "Come here, Bitch, you've been begging for it all night." He grabbed my arm and roughly dragged me over to him. "Ouch, Joe, that really hurt. Now let go of me." Instead, he grabbed both shoulders and pulled me into a tight, hard kiss that really hurt. At the same time, he dropped one hand to my breasts and squeezed really hard. Uncharacteristically, I hollered, "Ouch. Damn it, Joe, that really hurt like hell. Let go you sex maniac." His answer was to drop his hand between my legs and dig it in really hard. I was getting nowhere trying to get away from him. He was hurting me, not loving me, even if that is what I had wanted, which I didn't. I momentarily relaxed. I could "feel" his leer. My left hand dropped between his legs. I reached for the bulge at the apex of his legs and squeezed gently. He really was erect. I wanted to disarm him and yes, I really did want to see what one felt like, even through his jeans and underwear. "Oh, Baby, yeah." It was then i balled my fist, moved it forward and then quickly and very hard, into a backhand jab. I landed squarely on my intended target. I got a real howl of pure pain for my effort. And, I was free of Joe's grip as he grabbed himself and howled yet again. Before I pulled away, I repeated my jab, driving his own hands into his hurting tender parts. I got still more howls of pain. I slid away from him, opened the door, and stepped out. Before gently closing the door, I whispered quietly, "I'll walk home from here. Don't bother calling me again, I won't be home." The walk on the gravel road back to the tarmac road was relatively short. I was even a fair bit of way down the tarmac before I heard Joe's car throwing gravel all over the place and then screech rubber for some time as he roared back toward town to I assume, nurse his hurt, both physical and mental. That ended my dating career for well over a year. ****** It was prom season the following year before I agreed to another date and the reason for mother's well meaning but hurtful comments. Actually, it was a month or more before prom that Timmy began to pay some attention to me. He was shy too, even more that I. He was a very quiet, nice, unassuming guy. Good looking too. I was standing at my locker, exchanging books for my next two classes when Timmy stopped for a moment. He stammered a bit at first, but eventually he got said what he came to say. "Uh, Karen, I'm having real trouble in chemistry. I wondered if I could get you to help me out. I can't afford to fail that course if I want to get into college. I didn't know who else to ask." Timmy and I were in the same chemistry class section. He sat beside me and we exchange a few words from time to time. Not many, mind you, but we did sort of know each other. I'd never seen him ever talk to another girl, other than his sister, and to darn few guys for that matter. He seemed to be a loner. Shy, as I said. I looked his way--into those deep blue eyes under his blond head of wavy hair. He returned the look, staring into the depths of my black eyes while he awaited my answer. That's where I lost it, in those blue eyes of his. I stammered too. "Uh, y-y-yes, I th-think I can help you out. W-when and w-where, Timmy?" Darn, was I tongue tied and embarrassed to no end. "Well, the school library is open for an hour after the last classes of the day. We could go there." "Sounds like a plan, Timmy. When?" "Can we start tonight? That's only if you don't have other plans, of course." Still shy, not to mention thoughtful and polite. "Yes, I can do that. After school then?" "Yes, I'll see you then." We'd already had chemistry class the first period, so I wouldn't see Timmy again until our after school study date. For some reason the day dragged on and on. Timmy and I ate in different lunch periods, so I didn't see him then and we didn't have a study hall in common either. As I said, a long day. I really did want to see him again. Finally, the bell rang, ending the last class of the day. I went to my locker and unloaded everything but my chemistry stuff. It was Thursday, and the only homework I had for the night was my chemistry class. The library was clear at the other end of the building. I walked in that direction. Just steps later, I was passing the restrooms on my end of the hall. Timmy emerged and bumped into me, knocking my books and folders to the floor. I got knocked sideways and was in a slide down a locker door.. Boy, he sure was in a hurry to get somewhere! I gave a little and squeaky, "OH." Timmy dropped his books and grabbed me under the arms before I could fall any further or get hurt. His wrists and forearms were rubbing the sides of my breasts while we stood face to face and close. "Oh, God, I'm sorry Karen; I was just in such a hurry to..." He stopped mid sentance. He also turned beet red in the face. With his light complexion and blond good looks, the red face was highly visible. He knew it, too. "Yes, Timmy? In a hurry to what?" I teased. After stammering some again, he said, "If you must know, I was in a hurry to meet you." "Just meet with me or see me again? As shy as I was, where that came from I just didn't know. "Uh, uh, both." "And which do you want more, to meet me or to see me?" Where had my shyness gone? Far away was my hope. "No comment." "You know, you really can let go of me now. I thing I can stand up on my own." "Oh, oh yeah," I laughed as Timmy turned to hide his renewed red face and picked up my dropped books and papers. The chemistry text, workbook, and work sheet notes made a bundle. Then he retrieved his own books. Tim's locker was in the middle of the very long hall. We walked there side by side. He left all but his chemistry stuff and we walked off to the library. We took a table toward the back of the room. There were several others also taking advantage of the space to study together. Two of the others were also couples. With chemistry the topic, we were not shy with each other. Timmy was intelligent and quick to catch on with only a little help from me. The hour flew by. We had just explained our respective reasons for having achieved eighteen years of age and still only juniors in high School. In my case, I missed a year and a half of school due to illness back in grade school in Kentucky. Keeping me out the second semester to wait for the full year in the fall made me two full years behind in grade level. It was a similar situation with Tim. In his case, a learning disability cause him to not be promoted on two different t occasions. Once his dyslexia was diagnosed and treated, he did fine. As I said, he was and is quite intelligent. But he ended up two years behind in grade level also. "Time to close up shop, kids," said the teacher's aid, monitor. Darn, time to go already. I was quite disappointed. Timmy frowned. "Can we do this again tomorrow night?" We have that big test on Monday and I'm not ready for it yet." My heart skipped a beat and I paused just a moment before I answered in the affirmative. "But we'll have to find somewhere else, Timmy, this library's not open after school on Friday nights. How bout the public library?" "Good, but how will you get home?" "I can call Mom, both now and again tomorrow night. She'll come in and get me." Believe me she will, especially if she knows it's because I've been with a boy, I thought. Timmy walked me to the public pay phone near the school entrance and office. Mom would be right in. She sounded giddy when I told her I'd stayed after school to tutor a classmate and she found out it was a boy. School dragged even worse the next day. We finally got out and found our way to the public library. But we spent a scant twenty minutes studying chemistry and the next three hours, straight through the supper hour, talking about ourselves to each other. We immediately felt comfortable and at ease with each other. Needless to say we began dating. We only had five weeks before prom. My mother was ecstatic. I finally had a boyfriend! We dated once a week in his father's 1950 Studebaker. It was twelve years old. But one of the things I found out about Timmy was that he wanted to be an auto mechanic. He was in the auto mechanics classes in school and he kept the old Study running in tip top shape. His dad had a much newer car for his own use. We were both still too shy to initiate anything sexual. I sat next to Tim, as I now called him, and he put his arm around me. But that was it. His arm remained chastely on my shoulder and my hands remained clasped chastely in my lap. In the four dates before prom, it took until the fourth one for Tim to even kiss me. That wouldn't have happened if I hadn't initiated the kiss. Neither of us pushed it any further. Mother was so enthralled that I was finally dating and going to the prom, she outdid herself in scraping together the money it would cost for me to go. Darling Daddy came through with enough to make up the shortfall in Mother's little stash of cash. First came the clothes. A new red velvet and strapless cocktail dress. with all the accessories. On the outside, those included black patent leather shoes with one inch heels, matching black vinyl clutch purse, and a single strand necklace of faux pearls. There was also a single strand pearl bracelet. The necklace was matinee length and fell to the top of my generous cleavage. Oh yes, cleavage. I certainly did have cleavage. My normal school clothes certainly wouldn't indicate it, but I had very generous breasts for my body. Not overly large, but still, very generous. Ordinary bras uplifted me enough to provide lots of cleavage had I chosen to display same. But the staples thing for the cocktail dress gave me even more. Matching red panties, garter belt and red stockings made up the inside or underside garments. God, I was showing enough bare shoulders and chest skin that it embarrassed me to death. But I was also proud of my body and willing, at least this time, to make them look and drool. There was more to me than met the casual eye and the bummers at school were about to find that out. Maybe, just maybe, I was coming out of my shell. The makeover included a trip to the beauty shop. Hair first. I had a complete redo. Waist length went to shoulder length with a roll at the bottom. Narrow bangs in front over my wide forehead and lang face. Even without makeup, the face that stared back at me in the shop mirror was that of a young Lauren Bacall of the late forties or early fifties. I had pictures in my room of her and lots of other movie stars of that era to prove it. Oh yes, one other thing. Dad coughed up the money for a pair of contact lenses for me. No more ugly eyeglasses. It was the final icing on the cake that was the new me. WOW! Getting ready on prom night was more than I could stand. Actually, it was more than Mother could stand which in turn made it difficult for me. I was nervous anyway and Mother made me even more so. Until just over a month previously, she thought there wasn't a chance in hell that I'd get to the prom. She was so high strung, she nearly fainted. In fact, I almost wish she would have so I could have had some peace to get ready. I was just ready when I heard Tim drive into the yard in the faithful old Stude. I came down the stairs from my room just as Tim entered the hall where the stairs ended. Dad's mouth fell open when he caught site of me just over halfway down. Tim's jaw also dropped. Mother just beamed. I think Daddy was about to say something about my state of dress. One glance from my mother was enough for him to remain silent. Tim was stammering again when he tried to complement me. He didn't look all that bad himself. He stood six foot six and was dressed in a sky blue tux and frilly white shirt. A dark blue cummerbund circled his waist. With his light complexion and blonde hair, broad shoulders, the whole package looked like a Greek or Roman adonis. My jaw almost dropped. Tim offered me his arm. I took it. Then, out popped Mother's camera. We posed at the foot of the stairs while we indulged my parents. Tim whispered we had to go to his house for a repeat performance before the camera there. That's why he set the time to pick me up so as to leave sufficient time to get to the banquet in the high school cafeteria on time. The evening was beyond belief. In the car on the way to the school, Tim put his arm around me as usual. But this time, after a couple of hesitant tries, he dropped his hand to the verge of my cleavage. Not in it, just right above the necklace that hung in the way. Once he got on the main road into town, I moved his hand. I moved it down on top of my right breast over top of my dress. Tim turned read and moaned once. "Leave it there. When you have to shift, you work the clutch. I'll move the shift lever." It was a column, stick shift. Automatics were available back in 1950 but this wasn't one of them. However awkwardly, we managed the cooperative driving. We only stalled out once. Tim had to remove his hand to restart the car, but he was hesitant to replace it until I reached for it and guided it back where I wanted it. The first time I put it there, I was outwardly calm and straight forward about it. Inside, I was all aquiver. This time, I was more calm inside. Not completely, but a little. The jitters now were from arousal, not nervous tension. Oh, alright, maybe some of both. Karen: Valentine Epiphany We got through the banquet with little trouble, seated side by side. The meal was Iowa school hearty, but quite good. We enjoyed good conversation and jokes and laughed heartily at the will and prophecy of the graduating seniors. Most satisfying to me was the looks, nay outright stares, I received before and quite often during the banquet. I think everyone who looked, dropped their jaw nearly two inches in shock. Several of the younger and even the not so young male teachers did a double take. "That can't be her," was the typical comment from fellow students when I was lucky enough to hear the speaker. "No way," was the usual reposte from the speaker's date, or a nearby girl. "Lucky, fucking bastard," was also uttered by the senior football jock from the one date I'd had the previous year. I just gave them all an enigmatic smile. When we finally got to the dance in the gym, I was about to bust. I'd eaten too much, my date looked good enough to eat, and I felt deliciously sexy. God help me, I was so aroused that my panties were wet with my girl juices and my nether regions burned with a desire unknown 'til now. And my boobs, as I now called them, were in dire need of attention as well. A slow ballad was playing as we entered and I melted into Tim's arms. "Dance with me, NOW." Tim almost had to carry me onto the floor I was melted so much into him. We danced into a darker corner, Tim's arms around my waist, mine around his back. We bumped pelvises. Time tried to back his enormous erection away from me. My hands immediately dropped to his butt and pulled him into me as tight as I could manage. "None of that, Tim, you keep yourself planted against me right where you are. Don't you dare try to back away." Tim turned two or more shades of red. No one could see it in the darkness, but I knew. It was just his way. He stayed put. In fact, he dropped his hands to my butt. We slowly rubbed against each other as we danced. "Oh! Shit, Tim said in a whisper I could barely hear. "What, Tim?" "I'm so embarrassed." "Why, Tim? What's wrong?" "I-I-I j-j-just, uh, I just c-ca..." "You just what, Tim?" "Jesus, Karen, this's hard enough. I j-just came in my pants." "Oh. Well, don't worry about it. No one else will know." "That's just the point, Karen. There's so much and my tux pants are so light that anything soaking through will show right off." "Well, your going to keep dancing with me for now. Maybe it will dry soon and solve the problem." So, we kept dancing. Up close and tight we danced. Tim's erection quickly returned--to my delight and Tim's consternation. He finally gave up and relaxed, still holding me close. I dropped my head on his shoulder and contentedly nuzzled his neck, giving him light, pecking kisses and rubbing with my nose. My hands stayed on his butt and his hands on mine. We sat only during the fast dances. Otherwise we were on the floor for every single slow dance and just circled in a daze with our new found hunger for one another. We came by ourselves and because we had eyes only for each other, we stayed by ourselves. There was no specific after prom party. Those would begin the following year. So, we left by ourselves and and drove around for a while. He drove, I shifted again. "This is awkward, Tim. Take us out to the point. This was not the same popular spot half way to my house. I wanted no reminders of what happened there. "The Point:" was quite a bit further. It overlooked a fair sized but man-made lake. It was, however, yet another popular make-out place. We must have been early. We were the only car there when we pulled in. Tim killed the engine and we just sat there for some time in silence and contemplation. Tim again has his arm around me with his hand resting on my dress on top of my right boob. But I was nervous again. My shyness had returned. I wanted more, but Tim didn't seem inclined to initiate more and I held back as well. Stalemate? More or less. We sat that way for quite some time longer. My left leg was finally letting me know I'd better shift it a bit before it got any more numb than it already was. I must have moved too abruptly and with a little too much force. Tim's hand was attached more tightly than I realized. So, in the process of shifting, my fragiley attached dress top came loose and my strapless bra with it. Suddenly, both my boobs were bare and exposed to the cool night air which had predictable results on my nipples. They went erect in an instant. When my nipples erect, they do so with a vengeance. This time was no different. Bang, and I had inch long, stiff and quivering nipples. Tim let out a gasp and a deep groan as his hand dropped onto my bare right boob. His touch nearly seared my boob. It must have nearly seared his hand as well because he sure jerked it away fast enough. He stared with astonishment at my bare chest. Astonishment quickly turned to lust as I let him stare, speechless, for some time. Then, without conscious thought, I reached up and grabbed that hand which I then plopped right back onto my bare boob. "Oh God, Tim play with it. Play with both of them. Do it, now please." Another deep groan escaped from Tim's mouth as he complied. His hand moved over the boob and nipple again. While still groaning, he lowered his mouth to my other boob and went to work on it with his lips and tongue. Oh God, I was on fire with desire. I simply sat still and reveled in Tim's sensuous touches. The dam had finally broken for both of us, I guess. Novice that he was, Tim was still good enough to capitalize on my arousal sufficiently to bring me to a shivering orgasm just working over my boobs. I was suddenly glad he had those damned plastic seat covers over the cloth seats of the old Stude. I certainly would of soaked where I was sitting if the plastic wasn't there. My God did I ever unleash a flood of aromatic girl juice. Tim smelled it too. He groaned deep and hard. He could no longer hold back. He unzipped and dug out his cock. He stroked himself quickly, but I stopped him just as quickly. "Let me do it," I blurted out. Aroused desire was winning out over shyness. I stroked him more slowly than he'd been doing himself. I wanted to feel his cock. to look at it, and I wanted to watch it squirt and dribble on my hand. I was especially intrigued to watch his bulbous cockhead pop out of his foreskin on my down stroke. The process fascinated me. Tim's breathing became increasingly more shallow and rapid as I stroked him. "Oh, oh, oh God, Karen, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum" With my free hand, I whipped his hanky out of his side coat pocket and held it above his cockhead. I was just in time to see and deflect the first shot down onto my wrist and fingers. Six more shots followed, each of a decreasing volume of cum. With help from a Kleenex box on the floor in back, I first got Tim wiped off and then myself and the plastic under me. When I looked again, Tim had put his cock away and was zipped up again. I think he was so embarrassed that he was near tears. Why, I didn't really know. I slid over next to him again, my boobs still blatantly bare and practically glowing. We sat that way for another hour. Tim's right hand idly caressed my boobs the entire time. Unconsciously, he was doing that with such finesse that he had me in a nearly unendurable state of arousal the entire hour. God but I wanted some more of him and his cock. But Tim's shyness had evidently returned and I was unwilling to push him for fear of losing him. My God, had I finally found love? Had love finally found me? ****** At last, Tim said, "Put your dress back together, Karen. I'm hungry. Let's go get some breakfast." We ate in near silence. Tim just unabashedly looked at me like a love sick puppy. My return stare was no less mushy than his. "I don't have words to describe how I feel about what happened tonight, Karen." "So don't try. The way you look at me tells me all I need to know. I hope you can tell the same about me." "Yes." We left and Tim drove me home. The false dawn of sunrise was just lighting up the sky as Tim stopped by my front porch. Our goodnight kiss was lingering, light, sweet, Tender, and for me anyway, pregnant foreboding. Pregnant with the feeling of an ending rather than a beginning. Oh God, I thought, don't let this end now. Not now, please. Tim finally broke the kiss. He took my face in both hands and gave me a light, touching peck on the forehead and got back in the car to drive off. It was Sunday morning. My family was not church going, so I was home all day. Tim didn't call and he didn't come out to the house either. Monday was school as usual. Only it wasn't usual. Tim didn't meet me at my locker and walk me to our first hour class. He came into class late and only glanced at me once on his way to his seat. He looked miserable. Suddenly, I was miserable too. Something was wrong, very wrong. Finally, after class and in the hallway before going our separate ways to our second period classes, Tim was barely able to choke out, "After school in the parking lot. We have to talk." It was by far, the longest day of my short life. It was far longer than the time I waited to study chemistry with Tim or any other time. But eventually, the school day did end. With fear and trepidation, I made my way alone to the parking lot. Kids had noticed Tim's absence from my side that morning and again now walking alone to the car park. Tim was standing beside the old Stude, quietly crying as I came up to him. "Oh, Karen," he wailed as he grabbed me and hugged me tightly to him, as tight as he ever had. No erection. My God, what's happened? I too burst into tears. "What in God's name has happened Tim. Please tell me. What happened?" By that time, I was wailing as well. Then I was nuzzling his neck, wetting it slick with my tears. His tears were soaking the shoulder of my dress. We just clung to each other as if our very lives depended on it. "We-we-we're moving," Tim finally managed to stutter out. "Oh my God! When? Where? God, Tim, tell me.? "To Dover Delaware--this weekend. The movers come Saturday and we'll be on our way Sunday afternoon in our car. The moving van will follow when they're loaded, probably on Monday." This was said is such a rush of words, I could barely understand. "Oh my God, Oh my God, " was all I could think of to say. I cried even harder. "Clear across country to Delaware," Tim moaned. "But why? "A special telegram came Sunday afternoon. Dad's company got hung up on some humongous project. They want him like yesterday to sort things out and he would get a promotion he couldn't turn down if he would move. But he won't go without Mother, my little sister, and me. I got permission today to take my finals early. If I don't fail any of them, I'll pass with honors." "So, what does that add up to for us?" "I'll be busy every night, cramming for my final two weeks early. I won't have time for anything else. But Friday, right after school, I want time for us--to say good-bye." "Good-bye?" "Yes, good-bye. We're going to be half a continent away from each other. That has just about torn me inside out, thinking about it. But we have to break it off. We can't possibly keep a relationship going that far apart and with our senior year ahead of us on top of it." "And I don't have a say in this decision/" "No. And I don't want to write. That would only prolong the agony. Oh God how I wish it could be some other way. God damn it, we've only just found each other." I just cried harder, nuzzling and kissing his neck, biting his earlobe. He was no longer sobbing, but he was still sniffling. Still no erection either and I was certainly tight enough against him to know if had one or not. "I've got to go," Tim said. "I can't stand to hold you, knowing I'm losing you. He was crying again as he let go of me, climbed into the old Stude, and drove off. "Oh, God, what am I going to do?" I wailed. ****** So, we're back where this story started. Mother had a near breakdown when she heard what happened. She cried as much as I that next week. Tim drove over that last Friday night, but he didn't stay long. Neither he nor I could take it. We were all crying when he left to go home. Eventually, Mother resumed riding me about the lack of a boyfriend which is what brought up the question about the upcoming town Valentine Dance. I had no intention of attending the Dance. Tim was still too fresh in my mind after a year and a half. And I didn't intend to dishonor him by rebounding with the first available male that came along. I'd graduated high school, without dating anymore which included skipping my senior prom, I also reverted to being a shy loner. Then I got a job as a secretary in Des Moines. But I still lived at home and commuted. It was a lot cheaper that way and Mother needed my help around the house. At least I earned my keep that way. I was also attending night school at the local jr. college to increase my job skills. Five more Valentine Days came and went. That made me twenty-three and made it five years since I'd seen Tim. And, I was still a virgin. Even though we hadn't shared one, Valentine's Day had, for me, replaced high school prom as the romantic reminder of my lost love. No other man could replace Tim and I didn't try to replace him. I never dated. Once in a blue moon, I would have an escort from the office for some special and required office function such as the Christmas party, t but it wasn't a date and I made sure my escort understood that. My third year with the company, I was promoted to private secretary for one of the three vice-presidents. I no longer felt the obligation to attend office functions that were required of most of the others, particularly the up and coming execs. Lower level secretaries still attended such functions, especially the ones seeking advancement. I was home alone one afternoon. Once more, it was February 14, Valentine's Day and the day of the annual town Valentine Dance that evening. Daddy had died of a heart attack a short eight months previously and Mother was in town at a sick friend's house. I was in the throes of self-pity again about my lost love and feeling very sorry for myself. I was watching TV, or at least trying to and didn't hear the car drive up. What I did near was the loud banging on the door. I stood, turned the TV off, and wonder who the heck that could be. I was dressed for an afternoon at home of casual lounging around, but not for visitors. I had on sweat pants and a hooded sweat shirt. Nothing underneath to bind, restrict, or otherwise annoy me. I always went barefoot in the house. I opened the door. It only took a second, but I would have then fallen to the floor if he hadn't caught me first. In was Tim! He pulled me up and tightly into his embrace, just like the last time. I melted into him in a daze of incomprehension. Both of us dropped our hands to the other's butt and pulled tight. There most definitely was an erection this time. A big one. Bigger than I remembered. Our lips were sealed in a passionate kiss of lust and desire. I was so much shorter than he, that his cock was vertical between my mons and my belly button. He flexed his knees enough to compensate for that. God, but his cock felt so at home rubbing where it did then. The only place it would feel better was in my pussy instead of on it. Time stood still. It seemed an hour or more but in reality, was just minutes that we stood in the open front door completely absorbed in our lust for one another We broke the kiss at last. My face dropped to its favorite place--along the side of his neck where I kept him wet from ear to shoulder with my tongue and my tears. I bit his ear lobe. I gave him four hickeys in close succession. I was facing the lane and saw more than heard mother turn in the drive. When she got half way up and saw what was going on, she beat a hasty retreat to leave us our privacy. What a grand old mother she was. Tim never heard or saw a thing except for the face he tilted back and shower in a blanket of kisses and moans. I leaned back a little too far and we both crashed to the floor in a tangle. I was laughing so hard I was crying. "What?" He asked. "Did I lose my touch with you or something;?" "Or something," I replied. "Mother just started up the lane, spotted we two sex maniacs here, and took off like a bat out of something or other." I doubled up laughing again. So did Tim. But not for long. He kicked the door shut at long last. Then he grabbed for me again. We rolled around on the floor in a fierce struggle of desire, literally ripping the clothes off each other in our lust. My sweatshirt was a pullover. He'd ripped it right down the center front and yanked it off. Then Tim gave my newly bared boobs a shellacking I wouldn't soon forget. Meantime, I'd been busy as well. I popped every button of his button down shirt as I yanked on it and then roughly pulled it off his shoulders and threw it off to the side. Tim was kissing his way down from my boobs to the waist band on my sweat pants. He just yanked them down past my knees and then off all the way. My twenty-three year old body was then naked to his lustful gaze as I lay on the floor in front of him. I sat up. While Tim moaned his need, I attacked his belt and zipper. I let go of his opened his pants, the heavy pewter buckle dropped like a stone in water to rest in a pool around his feet. For the boxers, I grabbed the two sides of the open fly and yanked, ripping them down the crotch seam. I couldn't break the strong elastic waist, so I just yanked what was left down and he stepped out of everything, including his shoes and socks as he stepped out of the pool of clothes at his feet. I hadn't been wearing anything on my feet, as usual. Now we were both bare ass naked. Tim's cock was very stiffly erect and pulsing in anticipation. I didn't wait. I dived right at it with both my hands as well as with my mouth. My tongue lashing of his cockhead under the cover of his hooded foreskin had him squirting into my mouth in bare seconds. When I'd squeezed out the last drop, Tim immediately pushed me over onto my back and dropped his face between my legs to return the oral favor. God, did he ever. That was one talented tongue attached to Tim's mouth. My labia were engorged and bright red with the blood of my arousal. My whole pussy, inside and out was slick with the release of my sex fluids. My clit was also engorged and erect. For better or worse, I possessed one of those really big ones. Sometimes it got downright embarrassing it got so large. Tim didn't seem to mind. When he found my clit, he latched onto it with his mouth, teeth, and tongue. He put me over the edge into one jarring orgasm that shook me so hard I bumped an end table and knocked of one of Mother's prize Hummels. It crashed into a zillion pieces. It barely registered at the time. I had almost come down from that high only to find Tim with three fingers in my pussy. He was slowly rotating them around my cozy little cylinder. He stopped abruptly. when he could not get in very far at all. "My God, Karen, you're still a virgin?" "Yes," was my simple answer. It spoke volumes to Tim. "I'm sorry to say I'm not, but there was only one woman after you. It only lasted two months. She just wasn't you. But I did fuck her" "It's ok, Tim, I've got you back now, even if it's for only a moment. But I won't let you get away this time without fucking me silly. Do it now. Do it, do it do it. Fuck me. There was no further hesitation, as if there had been any this time around anyway. He climbed in the saddle and pushed his cockhead nearly in before striking the dam. I winced but urged him on. With one, hard push, Tim took my cherry and slowly sank to his balls in my warm cave. It hurt some at first, but not nearly as much as I had been led to believe. Tim just waited patiently for my signal to continue. At length, I gave him the signal. I pushed up into his pubis. Karen: Valentine Epiphany Our animal lust had been at least partially satiated with our oral activity upon Tim's arrival. Our first real fuck was tender, gentle, and sweet. We weren't fucking. We were making and expressing our real love for each other. One never forgets the first real fuck. Hopefully they are as loving as ours was. When it was finally over, I said, "There's got to be somewhere softer than this damned hardwood floor. We went to the couch and played with one another for another two hours. The ringing phone finally broke in on our private reunion. It was mother. "Is it safe for me to come home yet?" "Yes, just give us ten more minutes, though." We both hung up at the same time. "That was Mother." "So I gathered. Time to end our party?" "Yes. We have to find you some clothes to wear. Some of yours are in shreds. I think one of Daddy's old shirts will get you by and your pants are in one piece." "Don't forget the crotchless boxers. I can still wear them." So, we dressed. I had to find a new top, but that wasn't a problem. We were once more decorously dressed when Mother walked in the door. Tim rose to greet her and Mother grabbed him in a great bear hug. "Tim! I'm so glad to see you. Are you home to stay?" Good old Mother, cuts straight to the quick every time. I was still in a daze with the return of Tim, not to mention the post coital one as well, but my ears did perk up at her question. "On one condition, I am." "Oh oh," replied Mother. "Yes, just what condition did you have in mind, Timmy, dear?" I asked. When I wanted to be sarcastic, I called him, Timmy. Turning to look at me and taking my left hand in his as he went on one knee, he said, "I'm back to stay on the condition you marry me tonight at the Valentine's Day Dance." Dead silence for a stunned moment. Mother fainted and slowly melted down into the recliner behind her. I fell to my knees in front of Tim and we clutched in another tight embrace of passionate kisses between my words of, "Yes," kiss, "Yes," and so on. Mother's voice intruded with the words, "You two better stop that before you rip the clothes off one another and embarrass me. Besides, if you're going to that dance, you have just three and a half hours to get ready. You'd better hop to it." We both giggled merrily at Mother's comment about ripping clothes." "By the way," I interjected, who's going to marry us? No minister will marry us on only a couple of hours notice. We'd have to take several weeks of marital instruction first. And besides that, neither of us attends church anywhere near here. And besi..." "Oh shut up Karen," Time grinned, "it's taken care of. The local judge here will be in attendance--he always is. I phoned him this morning and asked him to perform the ceremony. That's if you said 'Yes' of course." "As I said, you two better quit jabbering and get cracking." "My best suit is hanging up in my car. I'll go out and get it." "Just bring all your things up to my room. There are no secrets between us anymore. You can help me get dressed after we both shower." Mother didn't object,. She just beamed at the two of us as Tim went out the door for his suitcase and his dress suit. When he got up to my room, he found me naked again. We just leered at each other. "One of us is way overdressed for a shower here," I chirped. "That's easily and quickly fixed." And it was. We both stepped naked into the already running hot water of my shower. We hugged each other in another tight embrace as the water cascaded over us. God, we couldn't get enough of each other. "Tim, I'm wet enough again just thinking about you. And I see you are primed again as well. We have time for a quickie, but only a quickie if we're going to make that dance and our wedding." It was a quickie too. I bent over and grabbed my ankles, the hot water bathing my back. Tim stepped behind me and ran his cockhead up and down my crevice several times. As he found my gate of heaven again, he pushed in slowly and steadily until he was buried all the way in as far as he could reach. While still pumping in and out of me, Tim reached around me and fingered my slit and my clit. We both groaned in pure pleasure as our arousal rose higher and higher. Tim was getting in pretty deep with me bent over like that. I went over the edge into a good climax. That pushed him over and he shot numerous squirts of man cream into me. After a post-coital and lingering kiss, Tim tenderly shampooed my hair. I returned the favor for his golden locks. Finished with that, we soaped each other up. That resulted in another erection for Tim and a mild orgasm for me. Moaning because we had to get out of the shower and keep moving, we dried each other's hair as best we could with towels and then the rest of each other's bodies. "Come, sit at your vanity, Karen. Where's your hairdryer?" He got it from the drawer in the bathroom to which I directed him. He then set about, with great finesse, drying and combing my hair. "You know, Tim, if you kept your eyes on my hair instead of my boobs, you might get done a little faster." I leered at him in the mirror. "Yes, I know. But I like looking at your gorgeous boobs much more than I like looking at the hair on your head. The face, ah, that's just so so. But those boobs. Wow." "Oh shut up and get my hair done. I still have to do my face and that could take some time." He did finish and I then returned the favor with his hair. "Now scoot. Go shave or something. I need to do my face and I don't need your help to do that. It would only slow me down. Git now." Tim obediently left to return to the bathroom to shave and do whatever else it is that men do to get ready for a date, or their wedding. It took me longer to do my face than for Tim to do his. He was out again, just behind and beside me, watching my efforts. "You know, Karen, if you looked at your face more instead of my hardon, you might get done faster." "Yes, I know. But it's such a delicious hardon. So round, so firm, so fully packed." It really was too. We both laughed, but I got my face done. "Now comes the acid test. I think I can still get into the outfit I wore to our prom. I've kept myself quite physically fit so far. So lets see." I got out the red satin corset and said, "help me into this thing will you, Tim. Its got front closing hooks, but it's a lot easier if someone else does it up for me." Time stood in front of me and wrapped the corset around from behind. He kissed each boob before he tenderly tucked them into the cups and closed the first hook. It was just right tight. My boobs had expanded some since my eighteenth year and our prom night. This time, it would not come off without unhooking it. The removable garters were still attached. I left the removable shoulder straps in the dresser drawer. Next, I rolled on the stockings myself and then attached the garters. Tim watched in fascination, especially since I had no panties on and he got a real show while I did the stockings. He was still naked and still sporting that gorgeous hardon. "Doesn't that thing ever go down, Tim?" "Not as long as your naked boobs or pussy is on display it won't." I just giggled. I stood up and picked up the dress. "What, no panties?" "No, Tim, no panties. As you can see, the corset comes to the middle of my mons. I don't really need them. It will be your job to keep me dry when I get hot and bothered and my girl juices run down my bare inner thigh tops." "Oh? Not if, but when. And just how am I supposed to do that?" "That's right, when. You'll figure out how eventually. I've no fear of that." Although I had kept myself physically fit over the past five years. the red satin dress was almost, but not quite, too tight. It wasn't going to slip off very easily anymore than the would the corset. I opened my jewelry box and took out the pearl necklace and bracelet. The bracelet I slipped on myself. "Would you do the honors with this?" I asked that as I handed Tim the pearl string. Then, would you get my black patent leather heels from the closet for me, please." I got out the black patent leather purse and turned to Tim. "Your turn to get dressed now." From his suitcase, I extracted a pair of boxers and handed them to him. As he stepped into them, I said, "It's really too bad you have to cover up such a gorgeous erection. I want to get it uncovered again just as soon as we get back here after the dance." I drew a tank top undershirt. from the case. Stepping in front of him, I drew it over his arms and head and settled it into place. Next came his frilly white dress shirt. I helped him into it and went around front to button it. I kissed him twice in the process. "If you don't stop fooling around with me, we'll be really late for that dance and miss our wedding." "Oh shut up and put your pants on yourself," I giggled. I put his tie around his neck and pretended to choke him. Tim screwed up his face in a charicature of a choking man. Then he kissed me. When he broke away, I tied his tie. He put his shoes and socks on and, viola, we were at last ready. And we had a whole forty minutes to spare. Time enough to grab a quick sandwich in the kitchen and a cup of coffee. There was a free feed at the dance. ****** The dance was a repeat of the long ago prom--only better, much better. It was held in the huge gym at the community center. The booze flowed at the American Legion sponsored cash bar. The roast pork bar-b-cue, cooked and served by town councilmen, the potato salad, and other goodies were delicious. It was the annual gift, paid for by the town treasury, to the people of the community. We ate, but sparingly. Our preference was to stay on the dance floor. Since quite a mixture of ages attended, the four piece musical group tended to play more slow songs than fast. When they played the faster songs, we slipped over to the food side and grazed. But oh, those slow ones! We stayed in our mutual butt hugging clinch for those with my face buried in Tim's neck and my boobs mashed into his chest. And yes, he still sported his perpetual hardon. And again yes, I just couldn't get enough of rubbing my pussy into said hardon. And for the third time, yes, my girl juices were running down my thighs in tiny dribbles, leaving an aromatic wet smear where my thighs rubbed together. Oh my God, was I ever on fire. Tim had cum at least once in his pants, maybe more. But, he never lost that lovely erection. I wondered if he had developed an acute case of priapism. But I sure wasn't complaining, not one little bit I wasn't. The music faded. People stopped dancing and looked to the stage as the Master of Ceremonies took the microphone. "Ladies and Gentleman. Your attention please. Instead of one main event, this year, there is a surprise second main event." A rousing and loud cheer went up. Murmured questions could be heard asking partners or others what the heck was the second event all about. No one, at least outside of the few principles knew anything about it. "Ladies and gentlemen, please! Your attention. It's now time to announce our queen of hearts for this year. as well as this year's runner up. Both were chosen by secret voting of the town council. Since we don't think our queen will hang around too long after the crowning, our runner up will wield the scepter for the remainder of the evening. Why the queen will likely leave early will become evident with the second event." Louder mumbles swept through the crowd. Now people really were confused. "Ladies and gentlemen. Our runner up this year is our own Ms. Judi Laser, English teacher at our local high school. Judi, would you please come up onto the stage. Your date may escort you." Wild cheering for her walk up onto the stage and even more wild cheering as a small tiara was placed on her head. "Now, if you two will step back there about three paces, I'll invite our Queen of hearts for this year, Ms. Karen Wiseheart to step up onto the stage and your date had darned well better escort you up here." Laughter from several of those on the stage but only further befuddlement from the crowd as that announcement was made. Then a roaring cheer and applause for me as Tim escorted me up the steps and onto the stage. Once more, the cheering only increased as a large tiara was placed on my head by the mayor. I bowed and threw kisses to the audience. At length to allow for the release of energy, the MC turned the mike back on and announced, "And now for our second major event of the evening." After a dramatic pause that lasted until a near complete silence fell over the crowd, the MC added, "The marriage of our Queen of Hearts, Ms. Karen WIseheart to Mr. Timothy Higgens!" Such a deafening roar arose in that big gym, one might have thought the local basketball team had just won the state championship. God it was loud. Cat calls and whistles exploded all over the place. Everything and anything was suddenly flying through the air. After restoring some semblance of order, the MC announced that the honorable Judge John Jacob Gavel would conduct the ceremony. THe rest of the ceremony was short and anticlimatical. Tim and I were suddenly, man and wife, married. Our kiss at the end was really passionate to the roaring approval of the crowd. True to the prediction of the MC, Tim and I decided to cut out less than an hour later. Let my runner up have her night. I was going to have my night with my new husband in private. Mother told us she would leave us the house for the night. She would go to her friend's house. Thus we had a short drive back to my old home and my old bedroom. My poor bed was going to get the workout of its old life tonight. Finis