Variations in the Seasons

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Rose had been the first girl whose boobs I had ever played with. Though a lot of firsts happened that night we were together, short of actually having intercourse, something I would later come to regret. It hadn’t been her either…it had been me. Though she became the first girl whose pussy I had ever fingered, and whose hand had ever stroked and played with my cock. We never did have sex, even later,

though we had done just about everything else during the brief time we saw one another, losing my virginity to yet another girl a year before I had actually met Stella. A regret I had always harbored in not having given it to at least one or the other of them, and not in losing it the way that I had, at a party to a woman whose face even now I could no longer see, let alone in remembering her name.

So much for remembering the first time you lost your virginity. I could barely recall that I had.

Rose on the other hand, well that was something else entirely. Even as I made my way out to the car, scanning the parking lot briefly, wondering if I would spot her, or even toying with the idea of sitting there hoping to see her come out. I decided against doing that however. I might just be stupid enough to walk up and cancel our dinner date for the evening.

The problem was, it was just a little over six months since I’d lost my wife. Wasn’t it too soon to be seeing anyone? Wasn’t I supposed to at least wait a year or something? And then my wife’s words suddenly filled my head as though she were there speaking them to me just as clearly as she’d done there in her bed.

“Find someone, someone to have fun with, do things with. At least that much,” her ghostly words reminded me. “Promise me.”

It was after all only dinner. It wasn’t like we were suddenly dating or anything. Just two old friends getting together for a simple evening together, reminiscing about old times perhaps, our lives, what we’d accomplished, what we hadn’t. I was curious about her after all. Curious to learn more about her life, how she was doing now after her own loss. I certainly had no expectations. I wasn’t even entertaining such notions.

My once very active libido had become virtually non-existent. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had actually had an orgasm, let alone an erection. Stupid having one now as I sat there in my car driving home, struggling with the guilt of my wife’s face inside my head, and the image of Rose’s boobs competing with that as I struggled with the memory of an earlier time.

Even at sixteen, Rose had fairly large tits, at least a C cup as I recalled, though there in the store I had purposely averted my gaze from trying to size her up again, though I am sure my eyes had registered on her chest briefly.

But as I drove home sporting a woody, something I hardly expected to be doing, I was taken back to that moment in time when I had unexpectedly bumped into Rose there in a somewhat darkened hallway at school during homecoming. Having graduated two years earlier, I was back to watch the high school basketball game, especially as they were doing so well and soon headed to the state playoffs.

I’d headed off to use the restroom, running as I did, slamming into Rose just as she came out of the girl’s room. I had literally bowled her over as well as myself, slamming into the wall, the two of us sitting there somewhat stunned on the floor looking at one another.

“Well, hi Thomas,” she giggled, brushing herself off as she prepared to stand, to which I hurriedly stood up myself, helping her to do so. “I guess this would be the part where I would say it’s nice running into you again, except for the fact, it was you who actually ran into me.”

“How’ve you been?” I asked, seeing that she was all right, and there were no serious injuries, except to my own pride perhaps. Which is when I realized I had somehow torn her blouse in the collision, one button at least being severed and God knows where, another undone, hanging by a mere thread as she followed my gaze looking down at herself where most of one bra clad boob was completely bare where her shirt was torn and now hanging away from it. What surprised me about that was, she didn’t freak out, or try to cover herself up suddenly either, actually laughing about it as she looked down.

“You know Thomas, if you wanted to cop a feel, all you ever had to do was ask,” she told me. “Now…it might look a little odd, going back inside the gym looking like this,” she added, still smiling.

“God Rose, I’m so sorry!” I told her I was feeling embarrassed, and more than a bit surprised at her comment. Especially as I had harbored thoughts and feelings about her for quite some time now, without ever once acting on them under the circumstances. Something I had thought had finally gone away in time since it had been a while since I’d seen her last. Now…seeing her again after all this time, they came rushing back even faster than I had accidentally rushed into her.

“It’s ok,” she said once again, still not bothering to cover herself up, though I had now averted my eyes from her luscious bra covered tits. “Though you could do me a big favor in taking me home so I can change blouses,” she added. “And then bring me back.”

“Sure! You bet!” I said eagerly hoping to indeed somehow make it up to her. We had then gone outside to my car where I quickly drove her home. To her delight however, her parents had gone out for the evening, leaving her a note to that effect, alerting her that they’d be home late.

“Make yourself comfortable while I change,” she had told me. I had sat down on the couch watching as she ascended the stairs up to her bedroom. I sat there patiently waiting for her return. Five minutes, and then ten. Now anxious, I stood up calling out to her.

“Rose?”