Things I Never Told My Wife
True confessions of a Shakespearean actor
Chapter 3
MY SENIOR YEAR in high school was marked first and foremost by getting my driver’s license and second by playing the lead in the all school musical. I was eighteen years old and just walked into the license branch in Lima (with my dad), took the written test, got in the car and drove the examiner around the course, and received my license. That was it.
But a driver’s license expanded my horizons. I could drive myself and was no longer dependent on being transported around by my parents. Dates took on a whole new meaning. Of course, I still had to make arrangements for the car and tell my parents where I was going. And the first thing I did was drive the 130 miles between Prairie and Cincinnati to see Marilyn. I also stocked up on condoms. Marilyn showed me some of the most beautiful things in Cincinnati, including her naked body.
“Terry, you know I like you a lot.” My cock was steeping in her juices. I certainly hoped she did. “I mean, obviously I like you enough to fuck you. And if you can get back here again or I can get back up to Prairie, I’m sure we’ll do it some more. But don’t expect me to be a girlfriend, okay?”
“I guess. What are you trying to say?” I drew circles around her left nipple with my tongue.
“I’m trying to say I’m not going to just wait for you. We’re seniors and there are other boys I’m interested in. I won’t be faithful to just you. Or to anyone for a few years.”
“Oh. Yeah. Long distance relationships can really suck.” I thought about Jessie and started to pull away from her. She grabbed me to keep me in place.
“Any relationship sucks. I mean, think about it. Do you think Sue doesn’t want to fuck you? She’d drop her panties in a New York minute if you so much as looked at her.”
“Well, she’s kind of Jan’s…” I cut myself off. Jan was out with Annette this weekend. Sue wasn’t Jan’s anything. “I see. You think I should do that?”
“As long as you keep a condom on that thing when you do it. They say when you fuck a girl, you fuck all the guys who have fucked her. That’s probably most of the guys in your class. Maybe some girls.”
“Shit! And with you?”
“I only woke up last spring. There haven’t been that many. Yet.”
“Marilyn, I really like what we have. If it isn’t a relationship, that’s fine. It’s a little more than a quick fuck, though.”
“Yeah. I really like it, too. Maybe someday long into the future we’ll meet up and be ready for more than what we’ve got. Not just now, though.”
I did get back down to see her a couple of times that winter. But it’s a lot harder to find a place to do the deed if you can’t just toss a blanket on the ground. Snow and cold kind of put a damper on things. So, I started dating around as a senior. And eventually, I dated Sue. She was the only other girl I’d ever seen naked and it was getting harder to remember Marilyn’s body when I saw Sue almost every day.
“Never on the first date, Terry. Sometimes not on the second. But every guy who lasts till the third gets a piece. So, this is number one. Are you asking me out for number two?”
“Hell, yes, Sue. I think you are a lot more than just a hot chick. I actually like you.”
“That’s a relief. I wasn’t judging you, but sometimes a guy is just looking to get laid when he goes out with me. If he’s turned down the first time, he doesn’t come back.”
“Guys are kind of idiots, aren’t they?”
“Yeah. But that’s what makes them so easy to lead around by their balls.”
“Is that what you do? Am I going to get led around by my balls?”
“No. We’re going to go out. We’ll have fun. We’ll fuck. You and Jan are different than the other guys in our class. You’re discreet for one thing. I don’t think anyone in school has heard a word about Marilyn. Guys brag about their conquests. I know my name has been mentioned in the locker room more than once. Those guys? They’re going to come back for a class reunion in ten or twenty years with a wife who thinks the world of them. She’ll find out from me what kind of lover he was in his teens.”
“That’s cold, Sue.”
“Yeah. I know. I wouldn’t be telling you this if I planned to do it to you. Just don’t turn into a jerk, okay?”
Sue had a plan to fuck as many guys in our class as she could. She was well on her way before we started dating. Of course, everyone knew we weren’t going together. We spaced our dates out over several weeks and took others out between them. And we started doing the deed on the second date.
“Kiss me again, Terry.” The pleading in her eyes was so strong I couldn’t resist. We spent a long time just kissing and petting each other. I loved the feel of her breasts. They were a little smaller than Marilyn’s. Marilyn had just a little sag. She wouldn’t fail the pencil test but if she gained any weight, all bets were off. Sue’s breasts had no sag at all. They stood out as mounds on her chest and didn’t hang down or even slip to the side when she was on her back. Each one was crowned by a bright pink areola and nipple. I loved to suck on those tits. And she loved it, too. But we always started with kissing.
“I’ll kiss you any time you’d like,” I breathed.
“I might take you up on that. You know kissing—with our tongues moving against each other, tasting the other’s mouth, licking our lips—kissing is a lot more intimate than fucking. When we fuck, you’ll just hammer a hard cock into my wet pussy. There’s none of the subtle playing, teasing, breathing each other’s air that happens when we’re kissing. So, kiss me again and start getting my clothes off.”
Yeah. Kissing was pretty incredible with Sue. She was not only a willing participant, she actually taught me a lot about kissing. I’d only had limited experience with Jessie and Marilyn. With Sue, it was like getting a college degree in kissing. I studied diligently.
Taking her clothes off was a treat. She was incredibly good looking. Long blonde hair that showed her Nordic ancestry. Lithe frame, tiny waist, and shapely legs. She knew she looked good and was proud of showing herself to me. I loved looking at her, especially since I knew that once I’d had an eyeful, I’d get to fuck her. I never failed to be rock hard by the time she finished undressing.
I saw other beautiful girls in my class who I’d never date. They used their good looks to capture one guy and keep him in line. Sue used hers to capture every guy and then release him back into the wild.
By Christmas break, Sue and I had been seeing each other on and off for three months. We never went out two weekends in a row. We both dated other people—sometimes more than one in a weekend. I knew she slept with some of the guys. I kept track of those who got a second date. There were a couple of egotistical idiots who obviously didn’t make the cut and a couple of guys who never got up the courage to ask her out at all.
I was standing in the hall planning a date with Karen when I heard Sue’s laughter. I looked up and she was prancing down the hall with a sprig of mistletoe, holding it over every guy’s head and getting a quick kiss. Karen rolled her eyes and stepped back a step to give her access to me. Sue surprised her by holding the mistletoe over her head and kissing Karen. It was a quick peck on the lips, but it took Karen so much by surprise she just stood there with her eyes wide.
Then Sue turned to me. Well, it started off as just a little peck, but we’d become so comfortable kissing each other that we sort of got carried away and were both a little breathless. “Merry Christmas,” she said and scampered off down the hall to the next guy she met. I turned back to Karen.
“If you don’t kiss me like that this very instant, I’m not going out with you this weekend,” she said. What could I do? I pulled her into my arms and laid one on her. She wasn’t as good a kisser as Sue, but she was a fast learner. She got busy with my tongue and we sort of lost track of time. When the bell rang, we were startled apart by the sound of someone clapping. Slow and deliberate. We turned to see Principal Richter. The rest of the hall was empty.
“Very nice. You are both tardy for seventh period. Get out of here and don’t do that in the hall again.”
“Yes, sir,” we both answered. We had the same last period study hall, so there was really no penalty for being late. All through the period, though, we kept glancing over at each other and grinning. Oh, Sue. What you started!
I saw Karen a lot over the holiday break. Like almost every day. She was a fun redhead with a few light freckles. She was shorter and maybe a little heavier than Sue or Marilyn but not fat at all. We went sledding, bowling, caroling, partying. There was even a Christmas dance at the VFW that we went to. And we kissed a lot. But Karen set a limit on our first date.
“I don’t know what you usually do with your dates. No one talks about it. Most people figure you’re just too boring to mention. I know from a couple of kisses that can’t be right. And Sue’s got a reputation, so if she kisses you like that, you must have done something.”
“Karen, I don’t kiss and tell. No one will hear anything about what you and I do on our dates from me. If you tell them, that’s up to you. I just expect you won’t make shit up.”
“You don’t have to worry about that. And I really like kissing you. But here’s the thing. I’m a virgin and I’d like to finish school that way.”
“Then I won’t make a pass.”
“Well… What I’m saying is that we could go a little further than we have. Just not all the way. Okay?”
By the time the break was over, ‘a little further’ had included getting my hands in her shirt and dry humping each other until we both came. She wasn’t top heavy, but she definitely had the biggest breasts I’d been with and I loved playing with them, much to her delight. We’d stayed out all night at a church youth party on New Year’s Eve. I took ‘the long way’ home the next morning which meant we were making out in the car for a couple of hours and I was fondling one of those boobs I loved.
“Terry, it’s New Year’s Day. We’ve been dating for two weeks and all I can think of is getting naked with you. We… we’ve got to stop. No! Not right now! Keep squeezing. I mean when school starts Tuesday. We shouldn’t be a couple any longer.”
“Are you unhappy, Karen?”
“Huh? No! I’m, like, out of control. I like what you do to me. But… If we keep dating like this, I don’t think I’d make it to Valentine’s day still a virgin. It’s all I can do to keep from grabbing your cock and pulling down my pants. Please? Please, don’t make it any harder for me.”
“Karen, I respect you and your wishes. I gave up all thought of staying a virgin last summer. I’m not all that experienced but I know what you mean about wanting to stay this way a while longer. I don’t know, though, if I could keep from putting a little pressure on you to yield, just because you’re so fun to be with. So, I guess you’re right. I want you to fulfill your dream and I won’t try to date you after school starts.”
“Thank you, Terry. Thank you so much. Can we… um… just rub each other until we come again?”
I was pretty tied up with the musical soon after that, so I guess it wouldn’t have worked well to keep dating anyway. But I sure liked Karen.
One of the things that hooked my wife ten years later was my kissing. She loved it and had no brakes when it came to going all the way. We went back to Ohio for my twentieth high school reunion and who should sit at the table with us but Sue? I held my breath remembering how she’d told me she was going to tell wives what kind of lover their husbands were in high school. But she just smiled and chatted. Congratulated us on our two children. Said her first was in college. Then, to my surprise, my best friend in high school, Jan, sat down next to her. She turned and kissed him.
“You two?” I asked, pointing at their rings. Jan blushed a little as he nodded.
“It had to be one of you,” Sue whispered.
The woman who had taught me to kiss and been an intermittent lover senior year was sitting right next to me, married to my best friend.
Of course, I never told my wife about that.
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