During the time that she was still in Davis and was together with Anwar, she hadn’t masturbated once. She hadn’t needed to, they had fucked so much that her needs were fully covered. After moving to Novato, she would occasionally masturbate during the week when they were apart. Those sessions weren’t just casual rubbing while lying in bed, they were more like organized spiritual events. After preparing the couch with a towel, she would turn the lights down and put a soft-music CD in the player. Completely undressed she would lie on the couch, close her eyes and begin by imagining that Anwar was there. Handsome masculine Anwar – black hair, olive skin, thick mustache, hairy chest and hefty circumcised penis standing out from his neatly trimmed black pubic hair.
She acted out things that he did, both hands on her breasts, slow rubbing, then nipple pinching. Moving down with her right hand, the index and middle fingers would work their way up and down her slit, then down would go her left hand and with its middle finger she would massage her clitoris. As her crotch began to tingle and throb more and more she would introduce another finger, snugging it against the other two to simulate Anwar’s penis. Rotating and wiggling the faux penis between the labia, she would become intensely wet and could now to probe her vagina, first with slow thrusts. As her need mounted to a frenzy, she would fuck herself madly with the three fingers until the crashing orgasm came — complete with muffled scream.
Some women masturbate neutrally — that is without imagining a sexual partner. Not Robin. She needed to picture a sexual partner for those magic moments and since splitting with Anwar, imagining him as a sexual partner certainly wouldn’t do anymore. She decided to imagine that a man, the exact opposite of Anwar, was in her living room. He would have light colored hair, be clean shaven, no chest hair and have an uncut penis. The penis part wasn’t easy for her because before Anwar, she had never seen a real live naked adult male, cut or uncut. At first it was difficult and she didn’t even get wet enough to get one finger into her vagina. She resorted to internet research and even printed out some photos of naked uncircumcised men that she placed on the coffee table for stimulation. This helped and after a number of sessions, she was not only able to get three fingers in, she actually had a scream orgasm. She now felt she was ready to reenter the dating scene.
Meeting men in high school and college is easy. They are in the same classes, there are dances, sport events and just plain bar hopping. Teaching at an elementary school generally means most of your colleagues will be women and the men that are there are pretty likely to be married. Bar hopping in a college environment is one thing, afterward in an adult working atmosphere, Robin couldn’t face it. Carol had suggested going to sponsored singles events like the Sierra Singles.
The next Saturday Robin joined that group on a hike in Point Reyes National Seashore. Gathered in the parking lot were a couple dozen participants. To Robin’s disappointment, around two thirds were women and none of the men looked to be anywhere near her type — whatever that was. At least the fog was burning off rapidly and it looked as if a fine day was in the offing. After an hour and a half, the group reached the seashore and a short rest (and potty break) was called. Then a somewhat out of breath hiker arrived and asked if this was the Sierra Singles group. Asking the leader if he could still join, he apologized for being late, admitting that he had missed a turnoff on the drive.
That exchange caught Robin’s ear because Anwar would never have apologized nor would he have admitted missing a turnoff. No, Anwar would have somehow made the leader feel like he was at fault or would have made up some macho story.
After they started walking again, she took a strategic position in the group — one that would offer the best chance of meeting Mr. Polite. Could she fake a stumble and get picked up by him? No, that might look to obvious because she wasn’t that good an actress. When the group stopped for lunch, Mr. Polite took the initiative and sat near her and introduced himself as “Ted”. Somehow he steered most of the conversation so that it revolved around her — where she worked, hobbies, education, environment, etc.. Afterwards back at the parking lot, he said that he’d like to see her again and asked her to go with him to a play in Berkeley the next weekend. Robin said she’d love to and so they started dating regularly.
It was only after the play in Berkeley that she learned his last name and it was only after they had gone out four or five times that he finally told her that he worked for a hedge fund company in San Francisco. Sensing that she wasn’t into finance or business, he avoided talking about his work. It was only a few weeks later that she finally found out that he had an MBA from Berkeley and after graduation, had been heavily recruited by big name companies. Slowly it dawned on her that there might be a lot of substance behind Ted’s modest and unassuming behavior.
After they had gone out a dozen or so times, she finally trusted him enough to tell about the affair with Anwar — not all the juicy details, just that he had turned out to be a real prick and had hurt her badly. Ted must have sensed her mood and the remaining hurt because, even after dating for several months, he still hadn’t made a move towards them having sex. To Robin, it seemed that he was smoothly avoiding it and she even began to worry that he might be gay and that she was only an alibi girl friend.
PRESENT DAY
Immersed in the hot tub, Carol slid closer to Robin and taking her hands asked, “So you two went out together for what, like months, and you still hadn’t done it? My God, that must’ve taken discipline!”
“Yeah, discipline, more on Ted’s part than mine, because like I said, I just wasn’t ready after the disaster with Anwar — at least not at first. He sensed right away where I was at and after I told him about being hurt so badly, he just accepted me the way I was. Slowly, the hurt melted and I started wishing that our relationship would get less platonic.
“Finally one Friday evening – we hadn’t planned anything in particular – Ted came up to Novato and we went out for pizza and beer. Afterwards back at my place we watched the TV news and then I put some music on and we sat on the couch. Ted looked tired so I told him to lie down and put his head on my lap.
“Then it occurred to me that the back of his head is within an inch or so from my you-know-what and damn if I didn’t feel a little dampness between my legs. Of course Ted couldn’t feel that I’m getting hot so I needed to let him know. I bent over and initiated a kiss that he responded to. When we came up for air, I pulled his head against my chest hoping he’d notice that my nipples were getting hard. He got the idea and nuzzled my chest, first against my blouse before unbuttoning it and nuzzling my bra. Well Carol, you know how my nipples can react. I couldn’t take it anymore so I just lifted the bra up so he could kiss my tits directly.”
“So then he got to sucking you like a baby?”
“Yeah, but a lot stronger than any baby ever could so I got to wondering just how worked up he might be. I looked at his crotch and boy, there was a real nice bulge! What a relief that was! I mean after thinking that he might just be gay. Anyway it looked like his dick was trying to break out of his jeans, which by the way were fairly tight fitting anyway. I really wanted to reach over and put my hand on that bulge but that seemed a little vulgar so I shifted myself as if to get more comfortable and at the same time asked him if he was comfortable. Ted said his jeans were a little snug and gave me a knowing look. That was the answer I wanted so I asked him why he didn’t just take them off. So still laying down with his head on my lap, he unbuckled and unzipped and pulled off his jeans. He went back to smooching with my nipples and all the while I just couldn’t stop looking at the bulge! And now it was a lot bigger bulge cause he only had briefs on.”
Carol, placing her right hand on Robins pubis: “So I bet you reached over and started stroking the bulge?”
“Umm, your hand on my pussy feels nice! No, at first I was too chicken or shy or whatever but when I’d just about worked up the courage to grab a handful, Ted saved me by asking if I’d mind if he took off his briefs. He took my kiss as a ‘yes’ and down went the briefs and out came Ted’s erect penis. God but he was really hard and it was throbbing. He asked me if it was okay for me, I mean like was his penis okay. I didn’t know if he meant was it big enough or too big or if I minded that he wasn’t circumcised so my answer was to bend over and kiss it. At first without working his foreskin back I suckled the end and at the same time stroked the shaft with two fingers. I did it with two fingers so he would feel like his penis was really big. Then I backed off, sort of like to admire it before I rolled back the foreskin with my thumb and forefinger.
Oh that shiny red head was so pretty! So then, I held back his foreskin, made my lips really wet and put them against the tip, even sucking a little. Then I slowly went down over the head and worked the rim with my lips. By now I hear him catching his breath and feel his thighs throbbing. Lips tight on the shaft I go all the way down to where my lips were almost in his pubic hair. I made my mouth get really moist and then I bobbed slowly up and down on him. On some of the upstrokes, I released his penis and my head goes up so I can look at it — like admiring it — then I went down again.
By then he was cooing my name, panting and really moaning, whispering my name over and over. I was bobbing up and down on him faster and faster and then he whispered hoarsely ‘Robin, oh dear Robin, I’m going to come!’ Carol, a moment before I was ready to stop the blowjob and get myself fucked, oh how I wanted to be fucked! But that throbbing penis was begging for a release and a release is what I gave it.
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