Variations in the Seasons

I moved over to stand at the landing at the bottom of the stairs, once again calling up to her.

“Rose? Are you ready yet?”

Still no response. Now nervous without any real reason to be, I hurriedly climbed up the stairs myself. The only light coming from the bedroom at the end of the hall, the door partially open. I quickly approached it, once again calling out, intending to knock, which I did, which further caused the door to open even more fully. Rose stood in front of her closet, only then turning around, she was completely topless, no longer even wearing a bra. I know I stood there with my mouth hanging open as she turned to face me, acting oblivious to the fact that I could very well see her boobs.

“Couldn’t decide on what blouse to wear,” she said lamely. “Nothing seems to go with this skirt either,” she then added, stepping out of it entirely. Now standing in front of me wearing nothing more than a white pair of cotton panties. An image that remained with me for years every time I looked back on that very moment.

Before I knew it, the two of us were lying on her bed, naked, touching one another in ways I had only dreamed of up until then. And…bad enough admitting to her that I was indeed still a virgin, especially at the ripe old age of twenty, but I wasn’t about to admit that I was a titty-virgin too.

“Have you been with a lot of other girls?” she had asked as I lay there next to her, caressing her pert young breasts, dreamily so, fascinated by the sensation of actually doing that, though lying through my teeth as I answered.

“A few…not many, but a few,” I had told her. The last thing I wanted her to know was how inexperienced I really was, though the reasoning behind that now escaped me. Back then, it seemed important for some reason.

“So…do you like my breasts?” she had asked.

“Oh yeah…very much so,” I said, teasing her rock hard nipples, fascinated with just doing that at the moment. Though we were both naked, laying there side-by-side on the bed, we hadn’t as yet ventured into the land of genitalia fondling as yet.

“Are they as nice as some of the others you have seen or played with?”

“Nicer,” I told her. At least back then I wasn’t so dumb as to say anything else, nor would I have done. Not only were they nice, I mean really nice…perky, full and so wonderfully soft, that for me at least, even the few girls who’s tits I’d seen in a few men’s magazines didn’t even compare. But I’m also sure that had something to do with actually fondling them there on her bed, something up until that very moment I’d only fantasized about doing.

We had slowly…ever so slowly, graduated from tit fondling to tit kissing, licking and then sucking. Which is about the time I felt Rose’s hand suddenly reach out and wrap itself around my hard swollen cock. After that, we pretty much headed into mutual masturbation without a whole lot of fanfare the moment she did that.

We spent the remainder of that year secretly dating and seeing one another. She had early on made the mistake of bringing my name up in conversation. Her father immediately put an end to any idea of the two of us dating after she did that, threatening to have me put in prison or something. A point I found weirdly ironic, as he was perfectly ok with her dating other guys her own age,

most of which he had to have known would be out for the same things he assumed I would be. And yet, that didn’t seem to bother him nearly as much as his daughter seeing someone five years older than she was. Needless to say, we kept our relationship a deep dark secret. Even going so far as for her to enlist the help of one of her “guy” friends into acting like he was the one dating her. Picking her up at the door, and then driving her to wherever it was I was at, waiting for her. We’d later meet up again, and then he’d drive her home after “their” date.

Rose and I might have actually eventually gotten married. But then we got careless. It was a weekend when her folks were supposed to be out late. Something they had done before. I had waited in my car down the street until they had left, only then sneaking into her house through the back door, and then heading upstairs to her bedroom. Talk about fate. We’d been talking about “it” for quite some time now, and had finally decided that this was to be the night.

I’d even gotten several condoms in preparation for it. I was down between her legs, doing what I’d come to love doing, eating her out when suddenly her bedroom door was thrown open, and there stood her father. How and when he had gotten suspicious, we never really knew. Though Rose did tell me she figured out her “guy friend” had eventually gotten jealous, having a thing for her himself, and eventually spilled the beans on us to her father.

I was given the choice of entering the service, or going to jail. Back then, I didn’t see there being any other options, so I enlisted, though Rose promised she’d wait for me. We wrote for a while, but then I learned my letters never reached her.

Surprise, surprise. So I quit writing, and eventually met my future wife. The rest, as they say, is history.

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Promptly at eight I showed up at Rose’s door, a bottle of white in one hand, a bottle of red in the other. I laughed openly at the similarities I’d been facing earlier in the day, unsure of which one she’d prefer, so I had gotten both. That and a nice bouquet of spring flowers. I’d purposely refrained from buying anything too intimate, or too personal like roses. After all, this wasn’t a date. Just two old friends spending a quiet evening together catching up on old times.

Rose met me at the door with a brief hug and a kiss, surprised at the flowers, laughing at my selection of wines, or rather having brought one of each. I wondered briefly if she was remembering the peanut butter.

I admired her small little apartment, sparsely furnished, yet tastefully so, looking more homey and comfortable more than anything. I followed her through the main sitting room towards the kitchen, only then realizing as I did, she was wearing a pair of nice fitting Levi jeans. If I hadn’t known earlier seeing her at the store,