Things I Never Told My Wife
True confessions of a Shakespearean actor
Chapter 4
THE LAST WEEKS of high school seemed to break down everyone’s inhibitions. Everyone in the senior class at least. But there were a few others, too. Like Wendy. She was two years behind me in school and we’d met a couple of years earlier at a church party with one of those silly games where we were passing an apple from person to person using only our chins to trap it against our chests. You can get into some interesting positions like that.
I was afraid Wendy was having an asthma attack when I passed the apple to her but she said she was fine and then gripped me in a vice-like hold as she made sure to get as much body contact as possible. Eventually, she got her chin coordinated with mine and took the apple. The next person in line dropped it when Wendy tried to pass it to her.
I was a sophomore and Wendy was just an eighth grader at that time, so I never really thought about it again. She was a tiny and frail little thing. It’s not like she was a mature woman. I saw her a few times during my junior and her freshman year. I tried to be friendly to everyone, so I smiled at her and asked how she was getting along in high school. Just trivial stuff, you know? I think she was blushing the entire time we talked and I resolved not to embarrass her again. She probably had a boyfriend in her class she was afraid would see us talking.
During senior year, it seemed like she was often in my line of sight. I got used to seeing her in the hall or disappearing into a classroom here or there. I don’t think we spoke at all until early spring—about the end of March—and then it was only because Sue spoke to me.
“If you don’t take that little girl out at least once before you graduate, she’s going to wet her pants.” I looked at Sue, wondering what the hell she was talking about.
“Who?”
“Wendy Pearson. Look over my left shoulder as you give me a kiss. She’s watching.” I leaned forward to kiss Sue and could see Wendy looking down the hall toward me. Then I forgot her and concentrated on kissing Sue. Principal Richter had pretty much given up on stopping seniors from PDAs as spring wore on. I guess we were all pretty horny and showing it.
“Really?” I asked when we broke our kiss. Sue hugged me. “She’s just a little girl. I can’t take her out.”
“I didn’t say you should fuck her, though I’m pretty sure that after a couple of dates she wouldn’t mind. Just fulfill her little girl fantasies and ask her out to a movie. Or better yet, ask her to go to the cast party for the musical next weekend.”
“Yeah. Right. I don’t know about this, Sue. I wouldn’t mind taking you.”
“I’ve already got a date. I don’t have time for repeats right now. It’s almost graduation time.”
“Well, I’ll see if I run into her.”
“You will.”
I’m not sure yet if Sue was arranging things behind the scenes or if things just worked out to get us together. It was after school the next day when I walked out the door and ran smack into her. When a ninety-pound quarterback runs into a two hundred-pound tackle, things are going to fly. Fumble! I caught Wendy before she fell backwards off the school steps but her books and papers went flying.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I held her up. She was trembling.
“I… um… oh… my books.”
“I’ll get everything. Why don’t you sit here and rest a minute?”
“Okay.” I hurried around catching papers before the wind blew them clear to the football field and then gathered up her books. I couldn’t help it when one of her notebooks fell open and I saw a big heart drawn on the page with the initials T.R. in it. I glanced up at her, sitting on the steps where I’d directed her. Her knees were opening and closing, giving me a good view all the way up to her panties. Nice legs. So, she was a little flat-chested. Those legs. And Sue was obviously right. She had a crush on yours truly. I couldn’t think of anyone else in our school with the initials T.R. I needed to check my yearbook. There was no mistaking the blush on her pale skin, though. I closed the notebook and stacked everything together.
“Where are you headed with all this?” I asked.
“Oh, I just decided I didn’t need everything and was heading back inside to dump some of it in my locker. But they’ve locked the doors now.” I looked up at the glass doors and the empty hallway beyond.
“Well, let me carry them for you, then. Which direction is home?”
“Home? Oh. That way.” She pointed off to our left and I held out a hand to help her stand up. She didn’t let go as she led me toward her house. “I’ll show you.”
I had to shift the stack of books and papers a couple of times to make sure I didn’t drop them but she really wouldn’t let go of my hand as I walked her home. Oh, well. I’ve never really objected to holding a girl’s hand and walking beside her felt like I was a big brother leading a little sister by the hand. My own little sister wouldn’t start high school until next year when I was gone. I wondered who would be her protector.
We got right up to her door and she unlocked it.
“Would you like to come in?” There was a distinct quiver in her voice.
“No. I don’t think that would be a good idea. Here are your books and papers. Uh… If you’d like, maybe you’d join me for the cast party Saturday night.”
“Oh! Um… Yeah.”
“I’ll have a ticket for the show for you and you can just wait for me to get my makeup off then we’ll go. The show starts at seven-thirty.”
“That would be… nice. Thank you!”
“See you then.”
I learned a lot about Wendy that weekend. Her mother was a single parent and she hadn’t seen her dad in years. He just kind of disappeared. Her older brother graduated two years ago and she was kind of lost without him. He always protected her because she was so weak. I asked her about that and she said she’d had asthma since she was little and was a pretty sickly child. Things had improved since she grew up.
I looked at her critically when she wasn’t looking. Well, yes. She wasn’t quite the child I had considered her. She was probably padding her bra because there hadn’t been that much tit there when I walked her home earlier in the week, I was sure. But she had a nice face and had worn a short skirt to the play, showing off legs that definitely weren’t a child’s.
Then I did one of the stupidest things I’d ever done, though it didn’t seem stupid at the time. She was cute and fun and I asked her to the spring formal. I was running late on getting a date lined up for the dance that was just two weeks away. It seemed everyone I thought of already had plans. From her reaction, you’d think I’d just given Wendy an orgasm. Later experience told me maybe I had. She agreed enthusiastically.
She immediately wanted to know if we were doing anything next weekend and I begged off, saying I had plans and would be away. Then I had to get some plans made!
When I picked Wendy up for the dressy dance, she looked spectacular. I think she knew what her best feature was because she wore a short party dress that exposed her legs from mid-thigh down. It was a short bodice, too, and left everything from her chin to where most girls would sport cleavage bare.
“You look really beautiful tonight,” I said as I took her hand.
“Thank you. Mom helped me pick it out.” I had yet to meet her mom but I couldn’t imagine what kind of mother would choose such a daring dress for her daughter’s second date. I appreciated the effort, though.
I found Wendy to be a very cuddly date that night. When we were dancing, she was pressed up tight against me. When we were sitting, she was leaning against me. When we were walking, she was hugging my arm. And when I glanced down at her, I could see straight down her dress, including glimpses of her nipples on little mounds on her chest. There was no bra encasing them.
“Hey, can we switch partners for a dance?” Sue asked. I knew her date as one of the nice guys in our class, so I didn’t mind letting him guide Wendy to the dance floor. Sue clutched me immediately. “Run for your life,” she whispered.
“What?”
“If I’d known that girl was stalking you, I’d never have suggested the first date. I thought she just had a crush. She thinks you’re her life partner. You aren’t safe.”
“Seriously? We hardly know each other.”
“Believe me. I wouldn’t be surprised if her mother was conveniently away when you take her home. She’ll be pregnant by daybreak.”
“Oh, God!”
“Good luck.”
I released Sue and Wendy ran back to me, immediately clutching my arm and rubbing her cheek against me as if she were a cat marking her territory. We got through the rest of the dance and I took her home. Wendy was true to Sue’s prediction.
“Do you want to come in? My mom is working nights this weekend. No one will… bother us.”
“Wendy, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You shouldn’t invite strange guys into your house.”
“You’re not strange. A little weird maybe but not a stranger.” She reached up and gave me a kiss on the lips. Her arms wrapped around my neck like a vice, holding me to her as she opened her mouth wide.
“Wendy! Wendy, cool down.”
“Mom said boys like a lot of tongue when they kiss.” What the fuck did her mother do, anyway? Wendy pulled my face down to her again and there was a little struggle on her front porch as I tried to push away from her. I swear to you that what happened next was an accident that would do ecchi anime credit. I ended up pushing her away with my hands on her boobs. Booblets? Regardless there was something soft and squishy in my hands.
“I… I’m sorry, Wendy. I think you should go in now.”
“I didn’t mind. I wore this dress so you could see them and touch them. Come inside and I’ll pull it down and you can play with them all you want. I love you, Terry.”
“You’re a long way ahead of me on that, Wendy. I don’t think it would be good for us to see each other again. I’m not who you think I am. Goodnight.” I fled! Run as fast as you can? Yeah! I was in the car with the doors locked and the engine running. I looked over my shoulder and saw her still standing in front of the door. Shit
I spent the better part of the next two weeks avoiding or outright hiding from Wendy. I’d see her in the hall and turn to walk away. I checked around every corner I turned to see if she was waiting there. I was tardy for three classes when I had to wait in the next hall because she was standing in front of the classroom door.
And then it was senior week.
I don’t know if most schools have senior week or if it’s just country and small town schools or if it’s unique to our school. But seniors have the entire week prior to commencement off. Supposedly, it’s to prepare for commencement, which for us was the first weekend of May. But really, how much of that time is spent practicing marching into the gym and picking up our caps and gowns. We used it the way I supposed most kids did. We partied.
There were some pretty crazy times. I didn’t have my own car, but Jan was willing to fill his car with warm bodies, as long as most of them were female. He had a way of convincing cute girls they should ride with us. Of course, I’d never hold the shotgun seat away from a girl. So, I was usually in the back seat bracketed by two. And we had a little fun back there. There wasn’t a night that week when I didn’t get kissed and have a little grapple. All that, of course, was getting me pretty horny and Jan declared Friday night to be our private party night. He’d been auditioning girls all week and told me to relax; he had it all worked out. I wasn’t too surprised to find Brenda, a popular cheerleader, hopping into the passenger seat. I was pretty shocked, though, when Karen got into the back seat next to me.
We’d talked and worked together in a couple of classes we shared since our fast and furious two weeks over Christmas break. I didn’t think anyone really knew about that so I was pretty surprised when Jan arranged for her to be my date that night. So much for the box of condoms I’d prepared. But Karen and I got along really well and headed into Van Wert to get burgers for dinner and to see a movie. It was one of those new mega theater complexes with a dozen screens but I hadn’t heard anything good about any of the movies playing. We finally chose Soup for One because it was a comedy. I suppose we’d have gotten the same results if we’d seen a slasher film. I can’t tell you anything about the movie at all except the music was pretty good. I didn’t really watch the film because I was busy making out with Karen in the back row. Brenda and Jan were oblivious to everything around them.
“We’re going out to the barn for a while,” Jan said as he drove us back to Prairie. “You guys in?” I was about to say no when Karen spoke up.
“Yeah, we’re in. Sounds like fun.” I didn’t think she’d been drinking or smoking anything, so all I did was kiss her the rest of the way out to Jan’s farm. ‘The barn’ was actually across the road from his house so we could pull in and out without raising suspicion from the parents. We’d used it on a couple of occasions when we double dated and had a stash of blankets and some beer in the hayloft. I started to leave the new box of condoms in the car and then grabbed them at the last second. Ever hopeful.
“You sure you’re okay with this, Karen? I mean there isn’t much to do up in the loft.”
“We can talk. And kiss some more. And… Terry, I made it to graduation. I don’t need to wait until Sunday. Take me up there and make love to me.” Well, sure!
Brenda was already topless by the time we reached the top of the ladder to the loft. She turned toward us and wiggled her boobs back and forth before dropping her skirt to the ground. She wasn’t wearing panties. That was all we saw before Jan covered her boobs with his hands and we went around the pole to our own nest in the hay.
“Um… Could we take it a little slower than that?” Karen asked. “It’s my first time.”
“Karen, we’ll go as fast or slow and as far as you want. I just love being able to kiss you again. We had some fun back in December.”
“Yeah, we sure did. I decided back then that you’d get my cherry. But if we’d kept dating, I wouldn’t have lasted till February. I hope you don’t mind waiting.”
We started kissing and for the first time we started heavy petting. I mean, I’d felt up her boobs when we were dating, but it didn’t take us long before our shirts were untucked and my hand was caressing her bare breast with her bra pushed up.
“My bra is cutting into me. Unfasten it, please.” I did as the lady asked and she unbuttoned her shirt so that when the bra was unfastened, she let both the shirt and bra fall to the straw. I pulled my shirt over my head and just looked at her for a minute. “Am I okay?” she asked. There was a little quaver in her voice and I rushed to pull her into my arms.
“Okay? You’re magnificent. I never thought I’d see your breasts.”
“You’re the first guy who has. Kiss me some more. I’m a little scared.”
We kissed and completely enjoyed touching each other, little by little losing the rest of our clothes. I had a raging hardon pressed against her belly while my hand sought out the slick wetness between her legs. She moaned and rolled onto her back with her legs spread for me.
“Do you have… you know… a condom?”
“Yeah. Are you ready?”
“I don’t think I can get any more ready. Please, do it.” I ripped open a condom and rolled it on then lay down on my back. “What?”
“It’s your first time. I don’t want to force my way in. If you get on top, you can control how fast and how deep.”
“You’re so thoughtful. I knew I chose right.” She straddled me and I could feel her wetness as she trapped my cock between her pussy and my stomach as we kissed. Then she pushed up and grabbed my cock to get it into position while I fondled her boobs some more. She was more than a handful and had really sensitive nipples that I gently stroked with my thumbs. She started panting and I felt myself lodge between her lips. One good thrust and I’d be in her. I controlled myself and waited. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” she panted and then she fell back on my cock. She was really wet and slick. I didn’t feel any obstruction as I slid in. I’d heard it wasn’t uncommon for girls not to have a hymen intact by the time they reached puberty. And if they were regular tampon users, it was even less likely.
“Are you okay, Karen?”
“Okay? Oh God, yes! So good.” She began rising and falling on my cock as I began to meet her with gentle thrusts. So good was so right! Even with a condom, I wasn’t going to last long. I had naked Karen in my hands and she had my cock in her pussy. This was just too good.
“Oh, Karen. I’m… I can’t stop.”
“Yes. I want to feel it. Yes.” I let go and blasted a load into the condom as she continued to chant, “Yes, yes, yes.” And then she went rigid and sucked in a lungful of air. We hadn’t been loud, though I imagined if they listened, Brenda and Jan could hear us. I didn’t want Karen to scream, though. I pulled her down to me and kissed her. Her tongue slid into my mouth with a moan and we stayed that way for a few minutes. I was softening and held onto the condom while she rolled off me. “That was better than I ever thought it would be. I didn’t expect to have an orgasm the first time.”
“I hope you have an orgasm every time.”
“Yeah. I know you’re leaving in a couple of weeks for that summer school thing you’re doing but could we do this again before you go?”
“As much as you’d like. How about now?”
“Really? Oh, yes!”
We didn’t leave the hay loft until just before sunrise. I had a stack of used condoms to dispose of and we’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms for a while. We got together again the next weekend but she begged off the following one because her period started. I took her a few flowers and she kissed me tenderly.
“Have a good summer, Terry. OU is lucky they’ll be getting you this fall. Thank you for everything.”
Jan and Sue asked me to join them that night, but that’s a different story.
It was two years later that I next heard about Wendy. Yeah. She was the purpose of this story. Turns out she followed me to Athens, Ohio and enrolled at Ohio University. My fall was nearly ruined. I had a girlfriend, CeeCee, by then and we were involved in the college theater group. Sure enough, first auditions, Wendy showed up. She didn’t get a part but she volunteered for all kinds of things. Really impressed the director. She was in the theater every day, painting scenery, helping with lights, sewing costumes, getting the director coffee.
I couldn’t turn around without running into her. We were doing a rock musical adaptation of The Birds. Not the horror film by Hitchcock but the ancient Greek comedy by Aristophanes. I didn’t have a big part, just part of the chorus. I tended to hang onto my perch longer than others leaving after rehearsal until I could see the way was clear. Then I’d run for my residence hall.
Our rooms were doubles with a bath shared by the next room over. It was a co-ed residence hall divided by floor. Girls on first and third and boys on second and fourth. It wasn’t that unusual to see a girl slip out of a boy’s room on our floor. I suppose I might have been seen slipping out of my CeeCee’s room once or twice. Anyway, my roommate was gone for the weekend as he often was, which made it easy for CeeCee and me to get together in my room. So, I never thought twice about it when there was a knock on my door Saturday night. I just flung it open.
There was Wendy. I mean it wasn’t like she’d just dropped by. She was in a filmy transparent negligée. Those nipples I’d caught glimpses of two and a half years ago were on prominent display. I could see her bush through the negligée, which could only mean she wasn’t wearing panties.
“Ah… um… ah… Wendy…”
“I’m here for you, Terry. Take me. Make me yours forever.”
“No. No. We can’t do that. You aren’t looking for me. Go find someone who wants what you want.”
“Don’t you want me? You can touch my little titties. I want you to suck them. I want you to put your big hard penis in me and make babies. I’ll be your slave, Terry.”
“What the fuck is going on here?” CeeCee stood in the open doorway behind Wendy. I was back by my desk with a chair between us.
“He’s my boyfriend now. You can go,” Wendy said.
“No! That’s not right. CeeCee’s my girlfriend.”
“You don’t need her anymore.”
“You think so,” CeeCee said stepping around her so she could face the intruder. “Ha!” CeeCee was just in a T-shirt and sweats, which was how we usually hung around in the dorm. She lifted the hem of the T-shirt and pulled it over her head. CeeCee wasn’t huge on top, but she had plenty there. I loved playing with her breasts and sucking on her nipples and she liked it, too. She started pulling her sweats down. “Go ahead. Strip. Let’s just see if Terry likes your puny little tits better than these. You’ve got a lot of hair between your legs. Think Terry would prefer that to my slick shaved pussy? Come on. Put up or shut up.”
I think Wendy tried to pull her negligée off but her hands wouldn’t cooperate. Instead one was slapped across her breasts and the other over her bush. She started to cry. I almost went to comfort her but CeeCee grabbed my hand and pulled it to her breast. She wasn’t giving any slack and stepped in front of me so she could guide my other hand to her slit. God! She was getting turned on by this.
“That’s so gross!” Wendy gasped.
“Yeah. We like it gross. Go away little girl. And don’t come back.”
“I can’t go out like this!”
“You came here like that. Just hustle your little buns back to your residence hall the same way you got here. Get!” CeeCee yelled. Wendy backed up out the door and CeeCee slammed it shut on her and locked it. Then she turned to me. “Now you get out of your clothes and fuck me wild!” Which is exactly what I did.
I didn’t see Wendy again. There was a rumor that one of the tech crew who had been trying to date her went missing at the same time. Maybe they found true love. Or maybe he was just a sacrifice. Regardless, that’s how I got rid of my first stalker.
Of course, I never told my wife about that.
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