Back in Timefrom Tempest's fertile imagination
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mf, 15/15, oral, heavy petting, con, romantic.
Henry wakes up in his bedroom in the house he grew up in. There's only one problem—he's fifteen years old again.
'Wake up, Henry, you'll be late for school," Henry's mother shouted up the stairs. Henry roused himself from what seemed like an eternal sleep. He stretched and yawned and opened his eyes.
"What the fuck?" he said. Where the hell am I?"
He looked around the bedroom and at first didn't recognize where he was. Then he saw the baseball mitt and ball sitting on the chest of drawers along with a photo of a Junior High baseball squad. He got out of bed and picked up the framed photo. He recognized himself sitting on the front row. He remembered playing for his High School team when they won the State championship. He looked around the bedroom, and it was as he remembered.
"But that was ten years ago," he said.
He went into the bathroom and was rooted to the tile floor when he looked at his reflection in the mirror. It was the same face as in the photo.
"What the fuck is going on here?" he said to his reflection.
He shucked his pajama bottoms and got in the shower. After drying off and rummaging in the chest of drawers for clean underwear, he pulled out a pair of boxers. He looked at the label. It read twenty-eight-inch waist.
"These are way too small, I take a thirty-four."
He pulled them on—they fit.
"This has got to be some kind of bad dream I'm having."
He found socks, and a pair of denims, and a tee shirt. And with a pair of black and white Converse high back sneakers on, went downstairs. He looked at his mother in the kitchen. 'She looks so young,' he said under his breath. His father sat at the kitchen table reading a newspaper and he looked young too.
"Morning, Son," he said.
"Morning, Dad," Henry replied.
Then he saw something that put everything he had experienced that morning into perspective. The date on the newspaper read Monday, June twenty-first, two thousand and nine. Wait a minute that means I'm only fifteen! This must be some sort of Back-to-the-Future thing like the movie, he thought. But that was just a movie, stuff like that doesn't happen in real life.
"You're feeling okay, Henry?" His mother asked as she placed the back of her hand to his brow.
"I'm fine, Mom," Henry replied.
"Okay, honey. You better get your cereal, or you'll be late for the school bus."
Henry got a bowl from the kitchen cabinets, filled it with Kellogg's Corn Flakes and milk and took it back to the kitchen table. After he'd eaten, he grabbed his denim jacket and headed for the front door.
"Are you forgetting something, Henry?" His mother asked.
"Err, I don't think so," Henry replied.
"You sure you're feeling okay because it's not like you to forget your book bag?"
"I'm fine, Mom. Where is it?"
"I would think it's in your room where you did your homework last night."
"Oh . . . yes . . . okay, I'll go and get it."
After retrieving his book bag, he headed outside. "I still haven't figured out just what's going on, but where the fuck do I catch the bus?" he thought. He looked down the street and saw four kids hanging out at the entrance to the development. It was slowly coming back to him now. The house he grew up in was identical to the one he had just left. He recognized the street he had lived on. But the last time he lived here was just before he went off to college. After college, he had gotten his own apartment and started his own company.
Then, as he got near to the group of kids, he saw Kate Ireland who he remembered lived two doors down from him. Kate was a beautiful girl with long ash-colored hair and gorgeous green eyes. He had always had the hots for her and had tried to get her to go out on a date with him, but she had refused. She was as he remembered her, tall as him at five six, long legs and nice sized breasts. When he had asked for a date, she told him she wasn't interested. Henry remembered what he was like when he was fifteen—acting like a jerk at times and now, with hindsight, realized why she had refused to go out with him. 'Well, I ain't a kid any more Kate,' he said under his breath.
As Henry strolled up to the group, he looked Kate in the eyes, and said, "Morning, Kate, you're looking gorgeous this morning."
Kate was a little taken aback by the confidence Henry was showing and the way he addressed her. "Hey, Henry," she replied curtly.
The yellow bus arrived, and the three boys pushed their way passed Henry and Kate, bumping into her in their haste to get on board. Henry grabbed her around her waist to prevent her from falling.
"Hey, jerks," Henry shouted.
"You okay, Kate?" he asked.
"Thanks, I'm fine," she replied.
"After you," Henry said as he waited for Kate to get on board.
Kate gave him a strange look and walked up the steps. Henry followed. He was halfway down the aisle when he saw the kid who had bumped into Kate stick his foot out trying to trip Kate up. In one fluid motion, Henry grabbed her by her shoulders, moved her to one side and stomped on the kid's foot. He yelped in pain.
"Oh, sorry Tommy, I didn't see your foot there," Henry said casually.
"I'll take care of you later, dude," Tommy said.
"Anytime kiddo," Henry replied and smiled.
Henry slipped into the seat beside Kate.
"You don't mind if I sit here do you, Kate?"
"I guess not," Kate replied. "Thanks for that back there."
"That's okay. Tommy's a jerk and always will be."
"Aren't you afraid of him? He's a bit of a bully I've heard, and you're not known as a fighter."
"Nah, I'm not worried about Tommy."
Henry remembered that Kate had been getting poor grades in Math, so he said, "By the way, if you need any help with your homework, I'd be happy to help."
"Thanks, Henry," Kate replied. "That's very kind of you. I might take you up on that since my parents are on my back to improve my grades. I got a C on my last exam."
Henry didn't remember what classes he was taking so he rummaged in his bag for his class schedule. He finally found it and started reading it.
Kate looked across at him. She said incredulously, "You don't remember your class schedule?"
Slightly flustered, Henry thought quickly and replied, "On Saturday, Dad and I were playing catch in the backyard, and I got hit on the head with the baseball. He took me to the Emergency Room. The doctors said it was temporary amnesia. I mean it's not like I don't remember everything. I had to ask what day it was. They said my memory will come back."
"That's terrible, Henry. You didn't forget my name though."
"How could I ever forget the name of one of the most beautiful girls in school."
Henry glanced at Kate and saw that she was blushing a little but smiling also. The bus pulled to a stop outside the main entrance to the school, brakes squealing. Henry slid off the seat and waited for Kate to get up. He followed her off the bus.
"If you want, you can follow me if you're not sure where the classrooms are," Kate offered.
"That's kind of you, Kate, thanks."
In fact, Henry wasn't a hundred percent sure where all the rooms were located, and he didn't want to roam the halls. Their first class was English Literature. Henry followed Kate into the room. She sat next to Sarah Williams, a pretty girl with dark-brown hair and gray eyes. She was as he remembered her, a little overweight that she tried to hide by wearing loose clothes. He did remember that she had quite large breasts. To his knowledge, she never dated anyone while in school.
"Good morning, Sarah," Henry said.
She looked at him a little strangely and smiled. "Hi, Henry," she replied. As Henry took his seat next to Freddie Young, he noticed Sarah and Kate whispering. Sarah looked back at him a couple of times. Henry kept a low profile throughout the class and was glad to get out of there. He never cared much for English Literature. Henry was a numbers guy which is why he got into computer programming after college. One thing led to another, and he built a successful IT company.
Henry followed Kate and Sarah to the next class. As they passed a group of three seniors sitting on a low wall, one of them directed his question to Sarah, "Hey fatty, can I get a feel of your big udders?"
Kate gave the guy a daggered look.
"And you can suck my cock you prissy cunt," the guy said to Kate.
Henry walked over the group of seniors and slapped the one who had made the remarks across his face as hard as he could. The guy stood up and got in Henry's face. Henry remembered that he never would have done what he just did. But over the years he had learned that all you had to do was stand up against guys like this senior and they inevitably backed down. If they didn't a quick head-butt took care of this situation.
Henry stood toe to toe with the senior and never blinked an eye. Henry could clearly see his own hand print in red on the guys face.
"Go on Trevor break his nose," of the senior's friends said.
Henry slapped the guy again. "Go ahead, jerk, give it your best shot."
"Nah, he's not worth the effort," Trevor said, turned and left.
Henry walked to where Kate and Sarah were stood.
"Bunch of pricks," Henry said. "I'm sorry you have to hear that kind of thing, Sarah."
"It's okay, Henry."
"No, Sarah, it's not okay."
Sarah smiled at Henry. "You're a decent guy, Henry. Thank you."
Kate just looked at him and smiled.
School was letting out, when Henry saw Sarah come out of the building. Henry remembered that there was a Starbucks just a ten minute walk from the school.
"Hey, Sarah," Henry said as he approached her. "You want to hang out? We could go to Starbucks and get something to eat and drink."
Sarah looked around and smiled at him. That's nice of you to offer, Henry. Let me call Mom to let her know where I'll be so she can pick me up later."
"It's okay I can dri . . ." Henry stopped himself. 'Idiot, you don't have a car and don't even drive,' he said under his breath.
"What was that?" Sarah asked.
"Oh, nothing," Henry replied.
They walked side by side. Sarah said, "That was good of you to stand up to those guys today."
"You're a beautiful girl, Sarah, and those guys are idiots if all they see is a little baby fat."
Henry saw that Sarah blushed a little. "You seem different to the way I remember you from last semester," she said. "You seem more confident, and you never took much interest in me before."
"I guess I've matured. I guess that I didn't really like that Henry."
They arrived at Starbucks. Henry panicked a little until he found his wallet in his jeans' pocket. Sarah got an iced latte and Henry a double espresso. They sat at a high table by the window.
"Kate said you have temporary short-term amnesia. You should get your memory back pretty soon though."
"You know about things like that?"
"Uh-huh, I like to read medical books and stuff."
"You will become a doctor, Sarah—I mean you should become a doctor."
"Oh, I don't know," she replied.
"No, really. You should. You'd make a great doctor. You've got the brains, you're easy to talk to, and you have a great smile."
Sarah looked down and blushed a little.
Henry and Sarah talked until her mother tapped on the window.
"Oh, here's Mom," Sarah said as she got off her stool and picked up her book bag. Henry walked with her outside where she introduced him to her mother who was a gorgeous woman. Sarah whispered something to her mother.
"Would you like to ride home with us, Henry?" Sarah's mother said. "I know that Sarah would like you to help her with her math homework."
"Sure, I'd like that Mrs. Billings. But I need to be home no later than six."
"I can drive you home. Where do you live?"
"Oh, that's right next to our development. You could probably walk home."
When they got to Sarah's house, Sarah invited Henry upstairs to her bedroom. Her room was very feminine, with pastel shades of paint, a pink bedspread and a shelf full of stuffed animals over her queen-sized bed. There was a small collection of medical books on the tall boy.
"I like your room, Sarah. It's larger than mine, but you have an en-suite like mine."
"I'm glad I do. I would hate to have to share a bathroom with my brother; he's such a slob."
Henry put his arms around Sarah and kissed her. He could feel her large breasts pressing into his chest, and he was sure she would soon feel his erection. He tilted his head and opened his mouth. He pressed his tongue urgently at Sarah's full lips. Her mouth opened and soon they were in a passionate French kiss. Sarah offered no resistance as Henry moved his hand from her shoulder blade and placed it on her breast. As he gently squeezed it, he was surprised how firm it felt. It was certainly a nice handful.
Sarah broke their kiss, panting hard. "Just a minute," she said. She quickly locked her bedroom door, went to the bathroom and closed the door. Wasting no time, Henry stripped down to his boxers and sat on the bed. A few minutes later, Sarah came out of the bathroom wearing just her bra and a pair of quite sexy satin bikini-cut panties. Her breasts were starting to spill over the cups, and she had a little pudgy tummy, but her thighs were slim. What Henry noticed the most was the size of her vulva. Her mons was a large vee-shaped pad that rose up from the flat area just under the arc of her tummy. Her plump vulva was coddled in the gusset of her panties.
"Wow! Sarah, you're gorgeous. Come here," Henry said.
Sarah walked over to the bed. Henry stood and embraced her and kissed her lips. Her breasts pressed to his chest, and his erection was trapped between their stomachs. He leaned forward and kissed the top of each of her full breasts. His hands went behind her and unfastened her bra. She moved back and let it fall off her arms. Henry looked at Sarah's breasts. They stood off her chest with just the slightest sag—there was only a small crease on their underside where they joined her chest. She had large half-dollar sized light-brown areolas and rubbery nipples easily the size of pencil top erasers.
"God, you've got the most beautiful and sexy tits, Sarah." Henry gently squeezed them, feeling how firm they were as he looked into her eyes. He moved her onto to her bed where they lay facing each other. Henry leaned in and kissed each of her nipples in turn then took them in his mouth and sucked them, feeling them get quite hard. He could tell that she was nervous, but excited, so he took her hand and placed it on his boxers over his erection. She trembled as she squeezed it.
Henry sat up and shucked his boxers and replaced her hand on his throbbing cock. They French kissed for a good five minutes with Sarah fondling his cock. Henry's hand slipped off her breast and cupped her pussy. It was a good handful and more. He could feel the heat of her pussy through the cotton gusset of her panties. She gasped into his mouth as he moved his hand under the waist of her panties and found her slit. Her small patch of pubic hair tickled the palm of his hand.
Sarah gasped some more as his middle finger parted her soft and plump pussy lips and touched her clit. Lower still, the pad of his finger found her hot, wet opening. He pushed in gently up to the second knuckle and started to curl his finger against her G-spot. As he stimulated it, Sarah was experiencing something she had never felt before. She had masturbated many times, but this was entirely different. She didn't know what Henry was doing, but he was good at it. She knew that much. She couldn't wait to tell her friend Emily.
Henry pulled his finger out of Sarah's vagina. She said a little indignantly, "Henry, I was enjoying that."
"I know, wait a minute," he replied as he shuffled down the bed. He put his thumbs under the waist of her panties. As he tugged them down, Sarah lifted her butt of the bed allowing him to remove them entirely. He got between her legs.
"What are you doing down there, Henry?"
Henry didn't reply. He opened her legs, causing her vulva to flare open, her well-developed inner labia cradled her clit at the top and tapered off at her vagina. Henry could see just the remnants of her hymen, no doubt after being assaulted by the generous size of the hairbrush handle that he saw on her dresser.
Sarah gasped loudly as he sucked her clit. She began to moan as he went back to massaging her G-spot and sucking her clit. She had never felt so aroused before. She didn't know how Henry knew what to do, but he was damn good at it. It didn't take long for Sarah to climax. She had to pull the pillow over her head she was making so much noise.
Henry heard a muffled, "Gaawd, Henry." As Sarah orgasmed. Her whole body began to shake, and her butt was coming off the bed bucking his face and finger. This went on for an entire minute. Then she began to calm, small tics and jerks came and went like small aftershocks. She pulled the pillow off her face and pulled Henry up and peppered him with kisses.
"Good God, Henry," she said, "where on earth did you learn to give a girl an orgasm like that?"
"Lots of practice, and you inspire me, Sarah," Henry replied. "Would you like to fuck?"
"Yes, but I'm a virgin, and I don't want to get pregnant."
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle and I'll pull out before I cum," Henry replied.
Henry sat on his heels and grasped his shaft. He swiped it up and down her cleft, pushing aside her soft, plump reddened outer labia, raking her clit and shooting bolts of pleasure into her pussy. He let the bulbous head of his rigid cock rest at the opening to her vagina and pushed a little. He put two fingers on the head of his cock, and pressed down. He felt her vagina slowly dilating. Then suddenly the head popped inside her hot, wet hole.
"That didn't hurt at all," Sarah said.
"Probably thanks to your hairbrush handle," Henry teased causing Sarah to giggle and blush a little. As he started to stroke in and out of Sarah's tight, soft, slick vagina, she put her arms 'round his waist and pulled him down on top of her, squashing her breasts against his chest. Sarah didn't just lie there and let Henry fuck her as he expected, she was actively fucking him, curling her pussy up against his thrusts. And here I was thinking Sarah was a wilting violet, Henry thought. How wrong I was.
"Oh God, Henry. I never thought fucking could feel this wonderful," she murmured. It wasn't another minute before she climaxed for the second time. She turned her head and buried her face in the pillow again as she cried out loud.
Henry heard a muffled, "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uhh." As Sarah orgasmed.
He couldn't hold back any longer as he felt his own orgasm rapidly approaching. He pulled out of her and fisted his shaft. He quickly stroked, the slickness of Sarah's creamy juices on his shaft made it more sensitive. He spurted a huge rope of pearly-white semen onto Sarah's neck and upper chest. He grunted as more cum jetted out and coated her breasts and tummy. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her, trapping his semen between them.
After a few minutes, he rolled off to her side and lay beside her. Sarah looked at her cum plastered breasts. She rubbed the viscous liquid all over her ample tits. She even tasted a little, deciding it was acceptable.
"God, Henry," she said. "You spurted an awful lot."
"That's just because you are so sexy. I think we had better shower and get downstairs before your mom begins to wonder what we're doing up here."
"I guess you're right although she does respect my privacy."
After showering and getting dressed, they headed back downstairs.
"Was Henry helpful with your Math homework, Sarah?" her mother asked.
"Quite a lot actually," Sarah replied.
Her mother thought she saw something in her daughter's eyes and in her demeanor that told her she seemed more contented. She knew her daughter struggled with self-confidence since they had talked about it, but the Sarah she was now seeing looked more at ease with herself. She didn't know what her daughter and Henry had been doing in her bedroom, but whatever it was, it wasn't homework, and the few wet ends of her hair said she had showered. She hoped they had taken precautions since a pregnancy was the last thing Sarah needed.
"Thanks, Henry," Sarah said at the front door as she was showing him out.
Henry kissed her lips, and replied, "I should be thanking you, Sarah, you were great in bed."
"Can we do it again?" Sarah whispered.
"Look forward to it," Henry replied. He kissed her again and was gone.
Sarah went back to her room and called her friend Emily.
"Are we talking about the same Henry Parker?" Emily said after Sarah had told her all about what she and Henry had done.
"Well, Henry and I dated one time, and it was a joke. All he wanted to do was paw my tits and push his hand down the front of my panties."
"I don't know Emily, but those were the very best orgasms I've ever had. He surprised me when he started sucking my pussy. I know I've seen it on the Internet, but I didn't expect Henry to do it to me."
"You sound different, Sarah. Whatever Henry did certainly agrees with you."
The next day after school let out, Tommy was waiting for him with two of his buddies.
"I'm gonna hurt you really bad for stomping my foot on the bus," he said.
"Is that so, Tommy? I'd like to see you try," Henry said smiling.
The smile enraged Tommy who came at him with a roundhouse punch. Henry stepped in close. Opponents don't expect you to step in, they expect you to bend backward to make them miss. The blow landed on Henry's back, most of its energy was dispersed as the inside of Tommy's elbow hit Henry's shoulder. A quick head-butt put Tommy on the floor writhing in pain.
"Have a nice rest of your day, Tommy," Henry said and walked away, leaving his two pals slack-jawed.
The next day it was all over the school that Henry had knocked out Tommy Shaw. That morning as Henry and Kate waited for the bus, Tommy and his two pals kept their distance. Tommy had two black eyes and a yellow bruise the size of a saucer on his forehead, and he wouldn't make eye contact with Henry. They even let Henry and Kate get on board first.
"Did you do that?" Kate asked nodding toward where Tommy was sat after she and Henry had slid into their seat.
Henry just shrugged. Kate was more and more warming to the "new" Henry. "You wanna go to the movies with me on Friday, Henry?"
"That would be nice. Thanks for asking, Kate."
"I'll get Mom to pick you up and drop us off at the mall. Say six o'clock? We can grab something to eat at Red Robin and catch the seven thirty showing. There's a new Twilight Saga movie out called New Moon."
"That'll be great thanks, Kate."
Kate and her mother picked Henry up and drove them to the mall, promising to come and pick them up once Kate called to say the movie was over. At Red Robin, they got a table near the window. After ordering their food, Kate looked at Henry and said, "Sarah has talked about no one else but you for the last few days. I don't know what happened between the two of you, but she seems so different—surer of herself. I've been worried about her. Although we're not what you would call besties, I look on her as a good friend, and she has—or I should say had—a poor self-image. I know she's quite aware of her baby fat, and I've told her many times it will go away eventually."
"We talked some," Henry replied. He wasn't about to tell Kate he'd fucked her. "I told her that she was a beautiful girl and to try and ignore the nasty comments of some of the jerks around here."
"Well, it seems to have worked. I like you, Henry. You're not like the Henry I knew from last semester."
"I guess a bump on the head can do wonders sometimes," Henry joked. "By the way, I thought you were going steady with Tony Watson. He's a senior isn't he?"
"I am," Kate replied.
"Then that begs the question as to why you asked me out tonight?"
"I don't really know, Henry. There's just something about you that I find different. Tony's a nice guy, but he doesn't tell me I'm beautiful or treat me the way you do. And, he's been pestering me lately to have sex with him."
"So why don't you?"
"It just doesn't seem right. I'm afraid that he might say something and I'll get a slutty reputation. You know Sally Hawkins? Well, she slept with her boyfriend, and he told all his friends about it, and she got a reputation for putting out. I don't think Tony would do that, but you know how it is with the football jocks?"
"Yeah, but us baseball guys aren't like that."
"We haven't really had sex . . . you know . . . no heavy petting. We just kissed and stuff. He tried to get me to touch his cock one time. We'd been kissing, and he just grabbed my hand and put it over the bulge in his jeans. Lately, he's been asking for oral sex."
Just then their server returned with their food.
They finished their meal without any further discussion of her relationship with her boyfriend, and, as they walked to the multiplex across the parking lot, Kate took Henry's hand in hers and squeezed it.
They got one of the double seats in the back row. The movie wasn't as well attended as they thought it would be since Avatar had just been released that day. They had the back three rows to themselves.
Ten minutes into the movie, Henry put his arm around Kate's shoulder, and she snuggled up close to him with her hand on his thigh. Henry rested his hand on her arm. He moved it, and as he positioned it over her left breast, he felt her shudder a little.
"You okay with me doing that, Kate?" Henry whispered.
She looked up at him. "It's okay," she whispered back.
As the movie progressed, Henry gently squeezed her breast. He could feel how firm it was through the thin cotton of her bra and her silk blouse. She turned her head and looked up at him. Henry put his free hand on her cheek and kissed her. He only brushed her lips at first and then when she kissed him back harder, he opened his mouth, and they French kissed.
After a few minutes, they had lost all interest in the movie. Kate turned sideways and put her hand behind his neck as they kissed some more. Henry moved his hand off her breast and slowly undid the buttons of her blouse. With the tail of one flap pulled out of the waist of her jeans, he slipped his hand inside feeling the heat of her skin.
Kate moaned softly into his mouth as he pushed her bra up and gently squeezed her bare breast. He could feel her hard nipple pressing into the palm of his hand. Then it was his turn to gasp in her mouth as her hand found his erection through his pants. She moved her hand along its length, gaging its size. She squeezed it and felt it twitch.
Henry withdrew his hand from inside her blouse and unsnapped the top of her jeans.
Pausing for a moment, he said, "I'll stop if you want me to, Kate. I don't want to do anything you're uncomfortable with."
"You're so sweet, Henry. I don't mind. I like it," Kate said. She could feel her panties getting damp.
Henry grasped the teardrop-shaped zipper tab and drew it down. The open front gave him enough room to slip his hand inside the waist of her satin bikini-cut panties. As his fingers touched the top of her slit, she jerked. Kate was busy squeezing and rubbing his cock through the thin material of his pants.
As Kate opened her legs giving him more room, Henry managed to cup Kate's pussy. He pressed his middle finger against her tight slit, oozing her soft labia aside. His finger was now being hugged by her plump labia; he could feel the heat emanating from her pussy and the moisture that made the inside of her cleft slick. He drew the moisture up and began rubbing and pressing her clitoris.
Kate was actively fucking his finger as her butt came off the theater seat in sync with his ministrations to her clit. Then she froze, he felt her body go taut as she teetered on the edge of her orgasm.
"Oh, gawd, Henry," she murmured as her orgasm slammed into her. Her legs snapped shut on his hand, and her body began to shake, and her legs began to jerk. Kate was squeezing Henry's cock so hard it was almost painful, but he didn't care; he was experiencing what was probably Kate's most intense orgasm and he was in heaven.
Finally, Kate began to calm and sadly let go of his cock. She opened her eyes and watched as he withdrew his hand from inside of her panties and sucked his fingers.
"Mmm, now this is a nice dessert," he said.
Kate giggled. "That was intense," she said. Where did you learn to do that? My friend Maureen said all her boyfriend does is stick his finger inside her for a few minutes and then asks her if she enjoyed it."
Henry lied when he replied, "I don't know, It's not like I've done it with a lot of girls."
The movie ended, and Kate quickly buttoned up her blouse and tucked the tail back inside her jeans and pulled the zipper closed. They got up, and Henry adjusted his cock inside his pants, and they walked hand in hand to the lobby where Kate called her mother on her iPhone.
"Oh shit," Kate said as she pulled Henry behind one of the large marble columns.
"What is it, Kate?" Henry asked.
"I just saw my boyfriend, Tony and I think he saw us."
"Don't let him draw you into a fight, Henry. He's a big guy who's on the football team's defensive line."
Tony and a pal, came around the column and confronted Kate.
"What are you doing here with this jerk?" he snarled. "You said you were going to the movies with your girlfriend. Why did you lie to me you slut?"
"That's enough Tony," Henry said stepping in front of Kate. Tony was a good six inches taller than Henry.
"You'd better get lost, pal before I wipe the floor with you. This is about my girlfriend and me."
"I'm not your girlfriend anymore Tony. This is uncalled for."
"Why you bitch . . ." Tony made a move to push Henry aside and get to Kate, but Henry grabbed his wrist, twisted it so Tony's arm was behind his back and he dropped to one knee. Henry had Tony's hand high in the air forcing him down. One of Tony's friends moved in to help, but Henry twisted Tony's wrist enough to make his friend back off.
The theater manager appeared and said, "What's going on here?"
"This guy just called my date a slut. I think he's just about to leave aren't you?" Henry said as he twisted Tony's wrist. "I said you're about to leave aren't you Tony?" Henry repeated with another twist of Tony's wrist to drive home the question.
"Yes, yes. I'm leaving," Tony said
Henry let go of Tony's wrist; he stood up and rubbed his sore shoulder. He glared at Henry. "This ain't over," he said. "You and me got unfinished business, pal."
"I'm not your pal, and our business is done. You lost," Henry said.
Tony and his buddy left. Just then Kate's mother arrived. She looked at her daughter's boyfriend leaving rubbing his shoulder.
"What was that all about, Kate?" she said.
"I'm through with Tony," Kate said. "He called me a slut."
"You know I never liked that boy," Kate's mother said as she looked at Henry. "I'm glad Henry was with you."
Henry shrugged casually.
"You live two doors down from us, don't you, Henry?"
"That's right," he replied.
Henry and Kate followed Kate's mother to her car. Kate's mother took the key fob out of her pocket and had just unlocked the doors of her Lexus SUV when she sank to her knees.
"I can't breathe, and my arm hurts," she said as she clutched her chest in pain.
"Mom, what's happening?" Kate said as she knelt beside her mother.
"I think she's having a heart attack," Henry said, as he remembered his CPR training. "We need to get her to the emergency room."
Kate held up her phone and said, "I'm calling nine-one-one."
"Don't bother, Kate, it'll take too long. Come on, help me get your mom into the back seat."
Kate didn't argue, she helped Henry get her mother into the back seat of the Lexus. She got in beside her. Henry scooped up her mother's pocketbook and her key fob and jumped in the driver's seat and started the car.
"What are you doing, Henry?" Kate said. "You can't drive, you haven't even had Drivers-Ed."
"Put your seatbelt on, Kate," Henry said calmly as he clicked his on and put the car in drive. The tires chirped as he accelerated out of the mall parking lot and onto the four-lane highway. Five minutes later he jammed on the brakes outside the trauma center and laid his hand on the horn until a couple of orderlies came out wheeling a gurney.
Ten minutes later, the emergency room doctor came into the waiting area. He said, "Are you Mrs. Ireland's daughter?"
"Yes, I am, how is she?" Kate replied.
"She's fine. She had a small mild heart attack. She was lucky she had someone to drive her here otherwise, without quick medical attention she could have died. We're going to keep her here overnight for observation."
"Can I see her before I leave?"
"Yes, but she's sedated so she may not recognize you."
After Henry and Kate had looked in on Kate's mother, Henry drove Kate home.
"You want to come in?" Kate asked.
"Sure," Henry replied. Let me call my folks and tell them what's going on."
Kate put her arms around Henry's neck and kissed him. She said, "I don't know how you learned to drive a car, but I'm glad you can. Thank you very much for saving my mother's life."
"I'm glad I could help, Kate. I should probably get home."
"Do you have to go? Don't we have some unfinished business from the movie theater."
Henry looked into Kate's gorgeous green eyes. He didn't reply, he just followed Kate to her room where she went into her bathroom and closed the door. Henry got undressed and into her queen-sized bed. The bathroom door opened and Kate came out. Henry gasped as he saw her naked body. He looked at her perfect breasts the size of half lemons sitting high up on her chest and spaced far apart with dime-sized darker pink areolas and small red nipples. His gaze lowered to her prominent mons with its smattering of ash brown hair. What caused him to catch his breath was the two-finger gap at the top of her long slender legs filled with her plump vulva with its tight slit.
"My God, Kate, you've got an absolutely gorgeous body! How did I get so lucky to see it?"
"By being the most considerate and caring guy I know," Kate replied. "Make tonight special, Henry."
Kate got on the bed beside Henry. He put his arm around her, and they kissed. Soon, heads had tilted, and mouths opened, and tongues came out to play. As Henry cupped Kate's left breast, feeling her beaded nipple press into his palm, Kate grasped his cock and squeezed it gently.
Henry was the first to break their kiss. "God, I love kissing you, Kate."
"No more than I love kissing you, Henry."
Henry got between Kate's legs, his face inches away from her pussy and inhaled the intoxicating aroma of her sex. He parted her plump labia with his thumb and forefinger, exposing the bright pink insides of her vulva with its delicate inner labia that cradled her clit at its top and ended at the dark red opening of her vagina. The whole inside of her vulva glistened with her moisture.
Henry planted a kiss on her pussy eliciting a quiet gasp from her lips. He pushed the end of his tongue inside her vagina tasting her sex. Then he went to work on her clitoris, sucking it, running the tip of his tongue around it. He could feel her butt jerk, and her legs tremble.
"God, I can't believe you're doing that," Kate said. "I've seen it on the Internet, but I never knew it could feel so good,"
As he continued his ministrations to her pussy, Kate was running her fingers through his sandy colored hair. Then she felt the onset of her orgasm. A warm feeling spread throughout her lower stomach; her face felt flushed, and her heart started to pound. Her breasts felt heavy and full; her nipples tingled, and her pussy throbbed softly.
Kate cried out, "Oh my God, Henry, oh my God!" Her legs closed around his head, and she ground her pussy into his face, pressing her clit against his mouth. Her legs jerked and trembled as her orgasm slammed into her.
"Can we have intercourse, Kate? I know you're a virgin and a girl shouldn't lose it just for the sake of losing it."
Kate caressed his face and said, "You're so sweet, Henry. There is no one I would like to take my virginity other than you. Only you." She kissed his lips.
"Can I cum inside you or should I pull out?" Henry asked.
Kate thought for a moment. Then she said, "It's okay, you can cum inside me."
Henry smiled and sat back on his heels. He swiped the head of his cock up and down her wet furrow, pushing her soft engorged labia aside. When his cock was covered in her creamy juices and his precum, he let it sit at the dark opening to her vagina. He looked up at Kate, his countenance asking for final approval.
"Yes," Kate whispered, "go ahead and put it inside me."
Henry pushed a little. Feeling the resistance of her tight pussy, he pushed again this time a little harder. With a small whimper from Kate's open lips, the head popped inside her.
"Sorry, Kate, did I hurt you?"
"It's okay, Henry, it was just a twinge. Did I bleed?"
Henry pulled out until just the tip was inside her. There was no sign of blood. "I don't think so," he replied.
Kate smiled. "Good."
Henry pushed back into her. As she adjusted to having a cock inside her, he slowly pushed until she had taken his entire length. Kate got on her elbows and looked at where their pubes were joined.
"I feel really stuffed, but gawd it feels good."
Henry began to slowly thrust in and out of her wet, tight velvet sheath. As Kate's pussy got slicker, he increased the pace of his thrusts. Kate was moaning loudly and he was glad her mother wasn't home because he was sure she would hear her daughter having sex.
"Oh gaaaawd, Henry," Kate cried out as she climaxed. She grabbed his arms and pulled him down on top of her, feeling her breasts against his chest, enjoying his weight pressing her into the matress.
Henry held her tightly with his hands under her shoulders. He could feel her heart thumping in her chest as her orgasm washed through her, lifting her up. It felt as if she was floating. It was the most intense, exciting feeling she had ever had. Then, as Kate's orgasm was beginning to wane, she felt Henry's cock swell inside her. She felt it pulse and then she felt his hot fluid flooding her pussy. That simple act took her over the top again and she climaxed for an incredible third time.
Both of them lay there hearts thumping, breathing hard as they recovered from their mutual orgasms. As Henry's cock started to soften, Kate felt a small trickle of liquid run into the cleft of her buttocks pressed together by the bed.
"I think I'm leaking, Henry, what should I do?"
"Cup your pussy and go to your bathroom. Let most of my cum run out into the toilet then put a pad inside your panties. "
Kate did as Henry Instructed. It crossed her mind that it wasn't the first time he'd done this, but she didn't care. She was glad that she had someone with experienceto be her first. Kate got back into bed and snuggled up to Henry's side.
She said, "I'm so glad you were my first. You made it feel special—unlike a couple of my friends who lost their virginity in the back seat of a car. They both said it was over way to quickly and they didn't get to orgasm."
"I'm glad you let me, Kate. Can I stay the night?"
"Of course you can. This will be another first for me."
The next morning Kate was awake before Henry. She had a glow about her, and she was thrilled that Henry had taken her virginity in such a romantic and caring way. She looked at him lying beside her. She couldn't believe how good it was to sleep with a guy and wake up with him beside her. Kate looked at the outline of his erection under the sheet. She had read about morning erections but seeing one made her nipples tingle and her panties damp.
Henry had insisted that she put her panties back on after they had made love. Now she knew why; she had leaked in the night, and she could feel his semen in the crotch. She had taken a risk letting him ejaculate inside her, but as she had just finished her period, she thought that it was relatively safe.
Kate got out of bed trying not to wake Henry up, and went to her bathroom where she took a washcloth and cleaned her pussy. After putting on a clean pair of panties, she got back into bed and snuggled up to Henry's side. She carefully pulled the sheet down exposing his erection lying on his stomach. She had seen women on the Internet performing oral sex on guys, and she had always wondered what it would be like to have a guy's cock in her mouth. She was glad now that she had resisted Tony's efforts to get her to do it with him.
Kate carefully took Henry's cock in her hand and lifted it up. She licked its bulbous head tasting her own juices and what she figured was Henry's slightly salty semen. She had tasted her juices before, but semen was a new experience, and she didn't think it too bad.
She lowered her head and took his cockhead into her mouth. It felt strange at first to have a live thing in her mouth, feeling it throb and twitch. Kate jumped as she heard Henry speak.
"Well that's a welcome sight to wake up to," he said.
"I've seen women do it on the Internet and I just wanted to see what it was like," Kate replied.
"Well, don't let me stop you, beautiful."
"You will tell me when you're getting ready to cum, won't you? I'm not sure I want you to cum in my mouth."
"Of course I will," Henry replied.
Kate put her mouth back over the head of his cock and started to stroke his shaft as she sucked the head. She had seen women lick the underside of the head that seemed to make the guys extra excited. Kate took his cock out of her mouth and started to lick where the skin of the shaft joined the head. Henry reacted with a sharp intake of breath.
"Gawd, Kate, you don't know how good that feels. I could cum with you just doing that."
She put her mouth back over the head and began stroking his shaft again. Kate had decided to let Henry cum inside her mouth since it was something she wanted to experience with him. She then knew that she wanted to experience a lot of things with Henry.
Kate continued to give Henry a blowjob. Even when she heard him say he was close to cumming, she continued to stroke and suck his cock. She jerked a little as the first rope of cum hit the back of her throat but didn't pull her mouth off his cock. She had her lips firmly clamped on the underside of his cockhead as he spurted more cum inside her mouth. When he was done, she took his cock out of her mouth and swallowed twice.
"Wow!" Henry said. "I didn't think you'd let me cum in your mouth, but I'm thankful you did. That was absolutely incredible, Kate."
Henry and Kate took a cab to the hospital where Kate's mother, Abigail, was discharged with a prescription for hypertension medication.
Abigail hugged Henry and said, "Thank you so much for driving me to the emergency room last night. Where did you learn to drive? I remember asking myself who's driving and driving so fast at that?"
Without explanation, Henry just shrugged his shoulders. "I was glad I could help."
Saturday morning, Abigail dropped Henry and Kate off at the mall. They were walking out of the Neiman Marcus store, when Tony, Kate's now ex-boyfriend, caught him by surprise with a blow to the side of Henry's head. Kate screamed as Henry went down and she heard a sickening crack as his head hit the hard terrazzo floor. When Kate couldn't wake Henry up, she dialed nine-one-one for an ambulance. Ten minutes later, Henry was being rushed to the local hospital trauma center.
I WOKE UP WITH THE MOTHER of all headaches. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling of white acoustical tiles set in a metal grid. I heard a beeping sound. Looking down at my right hand, I saw a tube coming out from under a piece of white tape and disappearing down the side of the bed.
"How are you feeling?" a nurse asked as she checked the saline drip.
"Apart from the mother of all headaches, I guess I'm okay. What happened? Where am I?"
"You got a nasty knock on the head, and you're in Melville General Hospital."
"How did it happen? The knock on my head I mean."
"I'll let your wife tell you," the nurse replied.
"My wife! I'm married?"
"You have a little amnesia. The doctor said it's quite normal in these cases and your memory will come back over time."
The nurse left, and a beautiful woman whom I vaguely recognized came into the room. She had ash-blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. She came over and put her hand on my cheek and kissed me on my lips.
"How are you feeling, darling?"
"Apart from a headache, I'm okay. The nurse said I'm married. Are you my wife?"
"Yes, Henry. We've been married for three years and have a one-year-old daughter, Jenny."
"Wow, that's wonderful. What happened to me?"
"It was at your own company's annual picnic. You were playing baseball. I was told that you were to bunt on the next play. I didn't see it but apparently you raised your bat, the end tipped the peak of your helmet just enough for the ball to bounce off the bat and hit you on your temple. You had us all worried, Henry. You've been unconscious for three days."
"Three days! Wow."
Two months later, I had regained almost ninety-nine percent of my memory. My daughter Jenny was happy that her daddy recognized her and I was pleased that I did. It was the evening of our high school's ten-year reunion. With my beautiful wife on my arm, we picked up our name tags at the door, grabbed a couple of drinks and wandered into the school gymnasium. I spotted Sarah right away, and we walked over to where she was talking to a guy I didn't recognize from our senior year. Sarah was stunning with a classic hourglass figure and gorgeous breasts. I looked at her name tag. It said, Dr. Sarah Mayfield.
Sarah saw me coming and hugged and kissed first me and then my wife. "Henry, it's so good to see you after all these years," she said.
"It's great to see you too, Sarah. Doctor Sarah huh? I knew you would be a doctor someday."
"I remember you telling me that. I didn't believe you at first. Oh, how rude of me. This is Paul, my husband. Paul this is Henry, a good friend from my high school days, and his beautiful wife Kate who I've known since second grade."
Henry and Paul shook hands. "You're a lucky man, Paul," Henry said. "Sarah is a beautiful woman, and even in junior high I always told her how beautiful she was. If it wasn't for Kate stealing my heart, I might well be in your position right now."
"Henry and Kate have been an item ever since ninth grade," Sarah said. "The funny thing is, up until the start of the fall semester of ninth grade, Kate refused to date him. She told me on more than one occasion that she thought Henry was a dork."
"Start of that fall semester was a turning point," Henry said. I don't know what it was that caused it."
"I think I do," Kate said. "It was getting hit on the head by a baseball. I think it knocked some sense into him."
"I don't remember getting hit by a baseball," Henry said with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Well, that's what you told me on the school bus the morning you stomped Tommy Shaw's foot to stop him from tripping me."
"Hmm, don't remember that either," Henry said.
"The doctors did say that being hit on the head like that could cause some long-term memories to never come back, honey."
"I do remember one thing though, Kate," Henry whispered. "The time your mother had a heart attack and I spent the night in your bed. I will never forget that."
"Neither will I, honey, neither will I," Kate whispered back.
A while later, Henry was getting a couple of refills. He had left Kate talking to an old school friend when Sarah came up beside him.
"I've never forgotten that day we made love in my bedroom," she said.
"I haven't either, Sarah. I'm happy for the way things turned out for you."
"I don't think you realize how much you had to do with that."
"Oh, I don't know, Sarah. You're a very special woman. I think it was always inside you. You just didn't realize it."
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