We spent the evening as “Dates” in a manner of speaking and had a great time together. Some old friends assumed we were married! I should be so lucky. The band played all oldies from our high school years and it seemed so right. Debbie and I danced every dance together and, when they played “My Girl” we held each other tight. It was like all those years hadn’t really passed at all.
At the evenings end neither of us was eager to part company. I had rented a room at a crappy motel over on Glenoaks blvd. and no way were we going there. Debbie actually still lived fairly close and had driven to the reunion. Finally, I suggested we go out and get a hot chocolate or something as a sort of “Nightcap.”
I was driving my clumsy old work truck so we took Debbie’s car, an ’84 Honda Accord. I was giving her a hard time about driving one of those “Foreign Cars” since I was a hard core Chevy man but she was defending her little blue Honda for all she was worth! It was great. Just being with her again after 20 years. We ended up getting Hot chocolate at a McDonalds and sat out in her car sipping it and talking. Both of us not wanting the night to end.
I found myself wishing I could kiss her. Watching her face as she talked in the front seat of that Honda. Thinking about the old days. When she was my girl. Boy! I’d really screwed up letting her go. She eventually saw me staring and and reached over and patted my leg. “I know where we can go.” She said.
Debbie drove back up towards the Hills where the restaurant was. It was right by DeBell golf course somewhere. Anyway she made a few turns and then the road kind of ended. She drove around the “Dead end” sign and up a dirt road until we crested a hill and then the lights of the San Fernando Valley appeared below.
It began to dawn on me. We were going to park! Yeah! Just like Top of Zelzah! She no sooner had turned off the motor and I was all over her. I know she was married but I couldn’t help myself. Even with the 5 speed stick in the way I was kissing her for all I was worth. Then Debbie pulled back and quietly said “There isn’t much room up here.” OK, it was my line now. “Want to get in the back seat?” A naughty little smile came over her face.
“Oh, it sound so nasty!” Debbie said as she took off her seat belt and opened the door. We climbed in the back seat which was small but big enough for two. And then I just gathered her up in my arms and a series of torrid kisses ensued. The scent of her perfume filled my nostrils as I stuck my tongue into her mouth. She moaned in appreciation and kissed me back with passion. It was like all the years just melted away and we were teenagers again! We had the oldies station on, I think it was KRLA on the radio, and I found myself thinking about…About Debbie’s panties!
We were not strangers. No. We had a fairly well developed routine when we were lovers. Oh, I know, it was just a silly little high school thing, but we were lovers nonetheless. We did some more kissing and then I moved my hand to Debbie’s breasts.
“Mmmm…No!” She admonished me. But she made no move to stop me. I got a pretty good feel of Debbie’s still firm tits beneath her bra and wondered how far this would go tonight. After all: She was married. I wasn’t thinking about that too much though. No, I wanted to touch her panties again and maybe a bit more.
So I whispered in her ear how much I’d missed her and what a dolt I was for ever letting her out of my life. She admitted that she could have contacted me too but also expected that there were loads of great guys at her college and wanted to experience everything she could in her youth. But, she’d missed me too. As Debbie spoke, I slipped my hand down to her knee and began to lightly caress it. She absentmindedly moved my hand back to the car seat and continued her narrative. How she’d changed her major and transferred up to San Luis Obispo.
I again touched her knee and this time she just let it rest there. I told her of my failed marriage and attempts to launch a career in Rock and Roll. Great choice there. Very realistic. I continued to make fun of my pathetic life and very lightly began to move my hand up Debbie’s leg. Our faces were almost touching and she was now accepting this bold move on my part.
Now there was a lot less talk and we were holding each other closely. My hand now moving up Deb’s leg until I reached the smooth flesh near the juncture of her thighs. I knew what was just above that and I hesitated only briefly before sliding my hand up further. I touched her panties. My cock was rock hard in my pants and I was again touching little Debbie Davis’s panties after two decades.
“Don’t touch my panties!” She said unconvincingly. She had to say it but her body language said something else.
“Just for a minute Debbie.” I insisted. “Just let me touch your panties for a minute and then we’ll go.” Yeah right. Debbie allowed her legs to move apart a bit and I got an even better feel of her brief panties. “Remember out last night together Deb?” I asked, knowing full well she did.
Debbie looked up at me and nodded. “I was bad wasn’t I? I let you feel my panties and then I…” She had a hard time saying it. “I jerked you off. I let you come in my panties. and I got in trouble too!” She considered what she’d just said and admitted she’d done it once before. she then told me of a brief fling she’d had before I met her with a guy she met at a Church camp. He wanted to have sex but when Debbie refused he “Settled” for a hand job.
“Did you take off your panties for him Deb?” I wondered.
“No,” she replied. “I only did that for you! I wanted that night to be special and decided ahead of time to take my panties off for you.” Tears began to form in her eyes. “Then…I got in so much trouble I’ve had a problem taking off my panties ever since.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “So you got grounded for a week or so and forbidden to see me but…”
“It was much more than than Brad.” She interrupted. “My mother just yelled bloody murder at me and kept asking me ‘Did he fuck you? Did he fuck you?’ Like I was the worst whore in the world. Then she told my Dad what I’d done before she left for work. And then I was really in trouble.” I was shocked to say the least to hear this. I had no idea I’d gotten Debbie in such a pickle.
“He dragged me into the his bedroom and I still had on my jammies. He was accusing me of everything you could imagine. Stuff I never even heard of! I was sobbing and apologizing and then he grabbed me and pulled me over his lap. I yelled ‘Daddy no! I’m too big for this!’ But he was hearing none of it. He grabbed the waistband of my P.J.s and pulled them down to my knees. He then spanked me. He kept yelling that I deserved to be punished for being so sinful. I thought it was wrong for him to see me naked like that. After all, I was 18 years old and not some little tot who’d sassed him or something. He just whacked my butt something fierce until it was all red and throbbing. Then he let me up. I was still crying and rubbing my sore behind and he turned me around and, I swear, he just wanted to see my pussy. Then he finally muttered something like how he was ‘Sorry’ but I had it coming. Then he wanted to rub some Bactine on my butt to ease the pain.”
“I said ‘No way’ but he got this angry look on his face again and I knew if I didn’t let him do it he would be ready to spank me again. So I laid face down on the bed and Daddy got the Bactine and sprayed it on my butt cheeks and I admit it did feel good. Then he started rubbing my butt and…And opening it so he could look. He got real quiet. Finally I told Daddy I was sorry that I had been bad and I promised never to take my panties off for a boy again. I think he knew he couldn’t do any more to me after I’d admitted my sins. So he let me up and I went in my room and locked the door.”
I hugged Debbie for a long while when she’d finished. And I was unknowingly a kind of partner in all of this. “I’m so sorry Deb.” I told her truthfully.
“Then, when I went away to college I had trouble in intimate situations with men. Of course most college guys are after only ‘One Thing’ but there were actually good guys that I wanted to have a mature relationship with but, but every time we got close to real intimacy, I balked. I…I couldn’t let them take off my panties! Sometimes they got angry. Sometimes they attempted to rip off my panties but I always managed to stop them. Some times I gave them a hand job and some times I would let them rub their cock on my panties until they came but…But I just couldn’t let them pull down my panties and fuck me!”
“Eventually I became known around school as ‘The Panty Teaser.’ and guys kind of knew what to expect on a date. I can’t tell you how many nights ended with me in the back seat of some boy’s car, my legs spread way apart, only my little panties to protect me and a stiff cock rubbing me on my spot. There were times when I would pull the legband to one side and allow them just a quick look at my bare pussy but I never let them touch me down there with their cocks. They’d get all excited from the experience and, when I squeezed them just right, they’d gasp and let loose a big messy load of sperm. Usually right on my panties.”
Shocked now, I couldn’t help but ask, “So, how did you ever get married? I mean if…”
“My husband Bob is a sex therapist. I met him when I eventually realized I needed help. I tearfully poured out my problems to him at our first session and he listened carefully. He told me the next step in my treatment was a general exam to be sure there were no physical problems. So, at our next session he took me into a medical examination room. I had to dress in one of those hospital gowns but I kept my panties on. Bob lifted the gown and I was blushing as a man saw my little tits for the first time. He inspected me carefully and touched me all over’ up there. Then…Then he placed my feet in the stirrups and I found that I couldn’t close my legs! Oh Brad, I was all spread wide open and only my little white panties prevented him from seeing me all naked! I got a little excited from when he felt up my titties and I know I was starting to get wet. Then Bob stepped right between my widespread thighs and began to touch my panties!”
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