No matter what Jan did to try and keep me, I had just had enough of her mood swings which led to the bickering which would, quite often, lead to full on arguments. But these would often lead to amazing, foul-mouthed make up sex! Not the first time I've had to deal with a romantic dilemma ...
Meanwhile, back at work, Kirsten, the new woman who had caught my eye and who was on the way to capturing my heart, was moving from job to job on variable shifts. Sometimes, we would be on the same shift, in situations that would require us to actually speak to each other!
My favourite shift was to be out on my round and, on my way back to the depot, I would avoid an early return by popping into a café for coffee and cake! An early return would mean extra inside work. Head down and reading a newspaper, I was startled by a tap on my head.
"Hello, Vee," said a female voice. I lifted my head to see Kirsten, her face only inches away from mine.
"Oh, hello!" I was surprised to see her. I didn't think that the supervisors would have sent her out on a round. I thought that she was a management trainee and I told her so.
"No," she said, "I'm just a postie, like everyone else." She appeared to be quite matter-of-fact and business-like and her speaking voice sounded very serious. But what she was talking about sounded very interesting, things she had done, places she had worked, just different to anyone else with whom I had spoken.
We seemed to share a common childhood, you know, TV programmes we had watched as young children and comedy shows as we had gone through our teenage years and taste in music. Then she told me she was twenty-two - "Twenty-three in October". I had just turned twenty-three - we were just seven months apart! That explained everything!
As days went by and our shifts co-incided, we fell into the habit of meeting at the café. We'd talk about general stuff but our favourite topic was to put down the supervisors at the depot. That gave us something to laugh about. It was fun to actually be with her.
Kirsten was certainly an interesting person to be around and she made me feel that I was interesting as well. She seemed to pay attention to whatever story I was telling and interacted in a genuine fashion.
By contrast, Jan seemed to behave as if I was someone with whom to just hang around, as if I was living proof that she had a boyfriend. Once we'd had some awesome sex, I was just the person that she would bait to try and draw out an argument. Sometimes, it would end with awesome sex but, more often than not, it would end in a bad way, with her mood swings lasting for days. It was starting to poison our relationship.
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During the summer of 1980, I was securing my permanent position at the Post Office and seemed to be developing new friendships with a variety of colleagues but, most notably, with Kirsten.
We would meet in the town centre almost every morning and we were getting to know each other as friends. Of course, I had an ulterior motive. Although I felt that I was maturing as a man, I was still just a horny twenty-three year old and, as far as I could tell in her Post Office uniform, Kirsten had a good figure with long legs that led up to a large and shapely pair of breasts. She had a pretty face and the current hairstyle of the classic curly perm. She seemed to be intelligent and her conversation was very interesting. I hoped it would only be a matter of time.
The summer weather was glorious. Kirsten was living at her parents' house but they were away due to her father's job. Although I lived with Jan near the town centre, Kirsten lived in the suburbs and drove to work. After our early morning shift, we would have time to kill before I had to go home to face my temperamental girlfriend.
Kirsten had lived in the town for most of her life and knew the surrounding villages quite well so she would often drive out to a village pub where we could sit in a pub garden, away from prying eyes. Of course, it would make me late getting home and Jan was immediately asking questions about someone else and why did I smell of beer!
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Despite Kirsten and I becoming very close as friends, we were yet to indulge in the slightest hint of intimacy. We were just a couple of mates, having a beer! Frustratingly for me, we hadn't even kissed. She said that she didn't want to be the third person in a relationship and I had to respect her decision.
Eventually, there was one boozy afternoon too many and a couple of sightings of the two of us in the town centre café. Word had got back to Jan and, when I got home, she had my bags packed and gave me her worst in a salvo of accusations and screaming. Despite my protestations that there was nothing going on - and there wasn't! - Jan was determined that I was leaving the flat that evening. And so it came to pass!
I was actually quite relieved that it was all over with Jan. I just hoped that Kirsten could do me a friendly favour!
I moved into Kristen's parents' house and I was shown a spare bedroom. As we had grown close as friends, I didn't want to push my luck any further than necessary.
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It wasn't very long, though, before our relationship moved on. Just when I thought our friendship was beginning to tread water, we visited Cambridge with friends, another couple. It was a lovely, sunny Saturday away from our home town, a nice change of scenery. Cambridge is a beautiful and iconic city, of course, and all we did was have a pub lunch and a few beers. But the beauty of the grounds of the college buildings and the warmth of the summer sun added to warm feelings I was feeling towards Kirsten.
We had taken a walk along the river and ended up on a large field known as The Backs. We were able to sit on the grass and take in the beauty of the surroundings. After the pub lunch, we were all feeling relaxed and, in the warmth of the afternoon sunshine, I lay down and closed my eyes. Suddenly, there was a shade thrown over my face. I opened my eyes and was faced with Kirsten hovering over me.
"I wasn't sure about you at first. You had a girlfriend so that was that. But we've had a lot of fun at work and I feel comfortable around you now."
I was just about to reply when Kirsten bent lower and kissed me, a little peck at first but then, she kissed me again, this time with more passion and tongues were involved! Oh, wow! Obviously, I had been drawn to her over a period of several weeks and, probably, she had been drawn to me but, this moment ... it really took my breath away!
We spent the rest of the afternoon laying on the grass, our arms around each other's shoulders, taking turns to roll over to be on top and just kissing! A beautiful end to the day. I was falling in love again ... probably!
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We drove back to Kristen's house and sat around, drinking coffee until late and our friends finally left. Was this the beginning of an amazing relationship, based on the friendship that we had built over several weeks? It had been only three weeks since I was lugging my bags away from the flat that I had shared with the crazy, temperamental Jan but I think that I had shown to Kirsten that that relationship was well and truly over.
Another coffee and I was so nervous. Kirsten said, "It's late. Bedtime?"
"Er, yeah, I guess!" There was a puzzled look on Kristen's face. Then, she said, "Come on, then." She left the lounge and started up the stairs. I followed, watching her long legs climb the steps. She reached the landing and went to the spare room. Again, I followed. She turned abruptly and we were face to face.
"Well? Are we in here or in there?" nodding behind me, to her parents' bedroom! Without waiting for my answer, she kissed me and started pushing me backwards into the larger room. I fell onto the bed, Kirsten landed on top of me. We kissed, just as passionately as we had during the afternoon, and we didn't seem to be in a hurry to get undressed. We kicked off our shoes and lay on the bed, talking and kissing, kissing and talking.
I was nervous about our next move but Kirsten took the lead. She started to undo the buttons of my shirt but then, got up from the bed to go to bathroom. Meanwhile, I took off my shirt and lay on the bed, awaiting Kristen's return. I'd heard her as she carried out her nightly routine but wow! She had changed into a white mini-dress T-shirt, just reaching the top of her long legs. I could tell that she had taken off her bra, her nipples standing out under the T-shirt material. She crawled up the bed to kiss me and my cock was certainly starting to twitch.
She got off the bed and put a record on the stereo on the dressing table and I remember that album to this day. The smooth jazz of Grover Washigton Jr., the album 'A Secret Place'. How relaxing was this night going to be, exploring her secret place? Far from the frenetic disco tunes I'd listened to over the previous few years, this was smooth and mid-tempo.
Kirsten returned to bed and started to unbuckle my jeans, pulled them off from my feet and my socks followed. I was laying to attention as she straddled me, guiding my cock into her pussy - this cheeky lady had already taken off her panties! She leaned forward to kiss me again, full-on with tongues. It seemed as if she had been building up her own frustrations during these weeks of friendship and unleashing it on me right now!
Our pubic bones were grinding together as we kissed then she wiggled herself up into a sitting position. My cock was still inside her as she took the hem of her T-shirt and lifted it over her head, revealing her beautiful large breasts. She instinctively knew from when we first met that I wanted her naked breasts in my face ... she had caught me staring at them plenty of times whilst we were talking for all those weeks!
We were gently rocking together in the mood of the sensual jazz that was playing on the stereo, we were taking our time. Kirsten was up, then she was down for a kiss and to have my mouth on her nipples. And then she was up again! We kept this going for the entire length of Side One, a whole seventeen and a half minutes! When the record finished, she got and flipped it over for the seventeen minutes of Side Two. Of course, after she flipped the record over, she came back to bed to resume her position ... mmmmmmm!
After a minute or so, she said, did I want to flip her over? She jumped up and got onto her hands and knees. Her ass was in the air and, before I plunged my cock into her, I leaned down to run my tongue up her from her clitoris along her slit to her perineum, cheekily poking my tongue into her asshole. "Ooooohhh!" she sighed, with a small physical reaction. I guided my cock into her pussy and gently pushed in and out with the mood of the music.
She was starting to breathe heavily as I was fucking her doggy-style, her tits swaying backwards and forwards. The downward curve of my shaft was now rubbing against her G-spot and, with her heavier breathing, came the speeded-up rhythm. She was pleading with me, "Come on, come on, fuck me!" squealing between her pleas. She was pushing back on me faster, I was fucking her, thrusting into her faster. Her squeals became screams and my grunting became a crescendo of roars!
Squealing and roaring together, we both came as I felt the heat of her pussy against my cock and I pumped my spunk into that wet mess! WOW! All that I had hoped for from Kirsten in our first fuck, after the anticipation of all those weeks!
We collapsed on the bed to spoon each other but, even as the last few minutes of the jazz music played out to fade, something was nagging at the back of my mind. Beautiful though the long-legged, big-breasted Kirsten was, there seemed to be a slight issue with the limited nature of our lovemaking.
Kirsten broke my train of thought. "You OK, Vee?"
"Yeah, of course, what about you? You were brilliant. The sexy T-shirt, the sexy music, you were fucking brilliant!"
"Awwww, Vee! So were you!" She paused. "Are you sure you're OK? You seem a bit quiet, lost in thought."
"Hahahaha! No, just thinking about you and how great today has been!" A big smile came over my face and, eventually, Kristen's as well. She snuggled into me as we lay on the bed and drifted off to sleep.
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The next morning, Kirsten woke up first and got out of bed. I had noticed that she wasn't beside me and then I heard noises and aromas coming from the kitchen. I lay back in the comfy surroundings of Kristen's parents' bed, thinking that this is the life! After leaving home five years before, sharing a room with two total strangers in a bed and breakfast hotel and then living in the grottiest bedsit you could ever imagine, here I was in this nice suburban house, just had sex with a beautiful girl and, from the sounds of it, she was making me breakfast! I could get used to this!
Kirsten returned to the bedroom with a huge tray, laden with two plates of egg and bacon and a pot of coffee.
"Good morning, handsome!" Wow! that was a new one on me! "Breakfast is served!" She laid out the plates and poured out coffee into the mugs on the bedside tables. She was still looking very sexy, her curls were a little unruly, and she was wearing a towelling knee-length dressing gown, tied by a cord at the waist.
"Good morning, beautiful," I replied, repaying the compliment. "Not only beautiful and sexy but also a cook!"
She laughed. "Not really, just that Mum always cooked breakfast for everyone when we had a full house and I learned. The only ones here are you and me so ... eat up! What are we doing after breakfast?"
We talked about plans for the day, listened to another record and just relaxed together. We didn't speak about what had happened the previous night until ...
"I haven't really done this much before."
"What do you mean?" I said.
"Well, er, sex. I mean, you're only the third man."
"Really? You were great, you knew what you were doing," I replied, trying to reassure her.
"Well, when we changed positions and you licked me, no one did that before. You were the first and you did it really good from behind."
"Well, thank you. I just wanted to give you as much pleasure as possible."
"Oh, yes, and you did. That's why I shouted out!" I looked puzzled. "You know, when I shouted out 'fuck me'! I was so horny! You made me so horny!"
I was feeling quite pleased with myself but that's when I realised the problem that was delaying my sleep last night. Kirsten was a true beginner. I had had so much sex in the previous five years since leaving home that I had experienced pretty much everything! Kirsten had slept with just three men. No wonder that I felt our lovemaking was a bit limited.
She told me that she was a virgin till her 21st birthday and the next time was at Christmas, over a year later. Eight months on from then and here we were, two months away from her 23rd birthday.
There were two ways this could go. I could end this before it got started, look around for a partner who had a certain amount of sexual experience, but not too much, at least, not more than me. But I would lose what could turn out to be a wonderful friendship. Or I could make the most of developing this friendship into something much, much more than friendship, a proper relationship with someone quite sensible, mature for someone of twenty-two years old. Kirsten was definitely a level-headed lady who, perhaps, I could 'educate' by sharing my own sexual experiences.
I felt that I needed to make the right decision this time around. I had already failed in this respect a few times, first, with Carole and then, with my decision to leave Hazel behind in pursuit of Inge, my teenage true love, a relationship that was doomed from the moment I met her father!
I so needed to get this right. We had made a great start as friends, maybe that was where I had gone wrong in the past ... so let's see where this goes!
