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By Carl The First (address withheld) edited by Alec


Sometimes I wonder what possessed me become involved and fall in love with Barb. When I returned from overseas, I was stationed at Lockbourne Air Force Base. I visited various bars and restaurants in the Columbus area.

At the time, there was a small restaurant in Columbus. It had a 19-year-old waitress named Barbara, more popularly known as Barb. She was a student at Ohio State. She had an infectious smile, dark hair, and very pretty eyes. When Barb first waited on me, I was immediately struck by her personality and charm. Of course, pretty women always brought out my flirtatious side. I gave her my usual funny lines and laughed as she replied in kind. To my surprise she asked, "Are you in the Air Force and stationed at the base outside of town?"

Did that mean she had asked someone about me? Was she interested in me? Was she simply being nice and carrying on a conversation? "Yes, that's me. Flyboy Carl. Why do you ask?" I said, hoping her reply would let a 28-year-old guy possibly have a date with her. Barb began to blush. She must have thought about things for a few seconds before she responded. "Nothing really important, someone said, you were in the military. I was curious."

After taking my order, and bringing me a cup of coffee, the women who were on the stools next to me got up and left. Then I was able to ask Barb a few more questions. She said she was a student at OSU, she lived in an apartment, near the school, and she got off work at ten o'clock at night. I offered to take her home when she got off work. She thanked me for the offer. I replied, "Hey, I'm off until in the morning, so I'll find something to do for the next three hours and meet you outside, deal?"

Barb looked at me and asked, "How old are you?"

"Twenty eight, property of the USAF, and not married... is that a problem?"

"No, I guess not."

While waiting for Barb to get off work, I drove out of the restaurant parking lot, and down the street to a little bar with entertainment. It offered a singer and a piano player. About ten o'clock, I left and returned to the restaurant to get Barb. She was standing outside waiting. I honked the horn, she recognized me, ran over, opened the door and got in.

I drove up High Street toward the University. "I can't stay out late tonight because I have an early class." I told her I understood and she gave me directions to her house. It turned out she shared a house with eight other girls. We sat in the car a few minutes and listened to the radio. She told me she had a boyfriend, a second lieutenant in the Air Force. They had been dating since they were fourteen.

How we ended up kissing, I don't recall, but after several minutes we were tangled up in each other as we lay across the seat of my 1966 Plymouth Grand Sport. When I moved my hand up and cupped Barb's right breast, she did not stop me, but simply held my wrist in her hand. Slowly I unbuttoned her blouse and within a few minutes slid her bra up over her breasts and was sucking one nipple while playing with the other.

I remember she squeezed her legs together and held onto my arm when I attempted to move my hand up her leg, and hoping to find the secrets hidden inside her panties. After a few minutes Barb asked, "Please, don't do that... at least tonight, I'm really not that way, and I've let things progress too fast."

"That's okay. I shouldn't have been so aggressive. I apologize for moving so quickly and I should have known you're a virgin."

"I am Carl. I allowed Dave to touch my breast like you have, but he has never been inside my panties. I'm virgin."

Looking at Barb, I kissed her lips lightly, and then told her, "Barb, I believe you're a virgin, why should I doubt you?"

We came up for air. She told me she had enough for the evening and needed to go in. I invited her out on Saturday to the NCO club for dinner and dancing. She told me she had to work on Friday night. She agreed to Saturday but not for dinner. I walked her to her door and we kissed good night. We talked for a few more minutes. She pressed into me for one last kiss then she went inside. I went back to the car and returned to the base.

I have a room at the base in the barracks because I am Chief Clerk for one of the Colonels there. I also have an apartment just a few blocks from Barb's. I hadn't informed her of this as there are a couple of girls whom I dated, who had an annoying habit of waiting for me to arrive there. I now lock both the inside and the outside entrance so they can't wait for me at the top of my stairs, as they did one night.

Saturday evening, I picked Barb up around seven, and we drove to the base and enjoyed dinner and the dancing at the NCO Club together. She said she spent her freshman year in the dorms, but decided an apartment offered better conditions for studying. During the dance, I was able to caress her back, as I held her close. The last dance was over in the early hours of the morning.

I drove her home, but when we arrived her parking lot was full. We parked in the street under one of the old trees. You know, one with a thick trunk and many leafy branches. It blocked out the street light and we were able to make out some. Again I tried to slide my hand under her skirt but she stopped me quickly. "Carl, don't go! Too far! I want to keep my virginity!" she admonished me. I rubbed her legs some more but respected her wishes.

She let me kiss her and rub her chest. At some point she unfastened her dress and let her breasts free. I began to suck on her nipples. I kissed and licked and then I let my hands slide up her legs. I got all the way to her panty. I moved my hand just to the top of the panty and well I guess Barb was caught off guard. I felt Barb hips moving up and down. She never really moved them rather she simply hunched them but as she did my hand rubbed her through the panty. She held me tightly against her breast making sure I was nursing her nipple.

When I came up for air, Barb began to French-kiss. It was a deep passionate kiss that went on and on. I was on her now. My hand had gone inside her panty. I was fingering her! I was inside her. She was hot and she was wet!

I unzipped my pants and pulled my hard-on out. Moving so I was between her thighs, Barb scooted to the edge of the bucket seat, as I eased my cock slightly into her pussy. Instead of trying to go all the way, I moved it back and forth until I heard Barb. "No, don't push in any further! It hurts! That's nice! Like that! Not that deep! Please Carl... don't go all the way!"

I felt my orgasm building. There was no holding back. I was going to shoot my wad and it was going into her pussy. I was aware she could become pregnant. Earlier she told me her period ended a few days ago. I tried to pull back far enough so that my hot creamy load would not be where it could do any damage. However, I was unsuccessful and my seed splashed all over the entrance to her pussy. Barb knew what was happening and became angry. She began to cry. "Carl, Why! Why! We shouldn't do this! What if my boyfriend, Dave finds out?"

I really put my foot in my mouth. I said, "Hell, he'll never know. He's likely in bed with some girl right now."

"Carl, How could you! He's in Saigon. I swore to be true to him!"

I comforted her and tried to calm her. But she continued to sob. I held her, sucked on her boob, trying to take her mind off what happened. Then I really did it. I reached down and tried to take her panties off. I needed relief. She hollered and screamed about pregnancy and rape. I stopped. We dressed and I walked her to her door. We kissed again. She agreed to another date.

For the next month, I continued with the part way routine, and finally told Barb I'd gotten an apartment a few blocks away. She willingly went with me to my "new place" and she had a glass of wine with me. It was around ten in the evening and I asked if she would like to spend the night, or did she wish for me to take her home.

"You've been very nice and not gone very far. Now what would happen if I am nude and in your bed? Do you really think you could stop?"

I knew it would be hard. Maybe even impossible. She wanted the assurance I wouldn't do it. Instead of answering her, I said, "Whatever happens will be wonderful, I can't wait to see you nude. Barbara your beautiful. In fact your very easy on the eyes."

We entered the apartment. After I got drinks, Barb got up, turned to me and then began to peel off her clothes. First her sweater, then her skirt, bra, panties, socks and shoes. Her skin was flawless, it was alabaster, contrasted with very dark hair. Her pubic hair matched the hair on her head. She was picture perfect. She pulled me up. "What are you waiting for?" I stripped in record time. My cock was hard and stood straight out in front of me. She gave a shudder as she stared at my Johnson.

Very seductively, Barb walked out of the living room and down the hall to the bedroom. She said nothing but simply peeled back the covers and lay down on her back. I could not believe my eyes. Here not a day ago, she was insistent her virginity be maintained. Now, nude, seductively posed on my bed, she was telling me she would do anything I wanted!

I eased on to the bed and began kissing her. Then I caressed her body drawing my hands across her breasts, down her stomach, over her belly button and on to her very wet pussy. "Please, eat me! Eat me Baby!" she begged. I slid down her body licking her as I went. Finally, I reached her very hot, wet, slit and began to suck. I tongued her opening, licked and sucked her clit. When she could take no more, she grunted, UH! UM! OOOOHHHH! Carl! OOOOOOHHHHH!"

She came with a shudder. She couldn't stop. At last, exhausted, she rolled over, took me in her arms and went to sleep. The act would have to wait till morning.

When I awoke, Barb was holding my cock in her hand. I remained still waiting to see what she would do with it. She held it gently but firmly. She got her face next to it, I couldn't see what she was doing, I think she stuck a finger nail in the slit at the very tip. I didn't have a feeling of pain. She pressed hard enough to make me jerk.

She pulled her hand back quickly and began to play with my balls. She squeezed both and suddenly I knew I was going to cum. It was going to be a hard cum! Like a titan missile I released my load. It landed on her on her nose and in her mouth. The second shot got her on the forehead and in her eye. The rest landed on her breasts and stomach.

At that point, I rolled over, grabbed her and pulled her to me. "God I love you!" I said as I looked into her cum covered face and pulled her even closer. I gave her a kiss. A deep soul kiss. I sucked my cum out of her mouth. I didn't like the taste but I did not let her know that. I reassured her I was not upset with her. I used my fingers and played with my man juice and rubbed it all over her face. "They say its good for your complexion. Thank you for bringing me off!" I whispered.

Barb had tears in her eyes. We lay talking. She wasn't sure what she had done, so I explained it to her. I wondered if Dave was asexual, because it was apparent she had not done this with anyone ever. "Thank you for my cum." I said. "It was great." In a little while I was fully erect again. I moved on top of her and slowly my erection found its way into her hot box. I didn't quite lay on top of her. I watched as I entered her. I made sure she was keeping up and wanting me inside her before I fell on top of her.

When my body rested flat on hers, I felt her shift her thighs until it seemed as if they closed under mine. Was her squeezing an attempt to keep me from taking her, or was it an attempt to draw me into her? I slowly worked my long rod all the way in. "Ugh... ugh... ugh, Carl... no, ugh, aughhhh, Carl!" I had taken her virginity. I knew she wasn't ready for all this but Lord she turned me on. I sensed something was wrong.

I stopped and asked, "Barb, are you uncomfortable? Can we go on?"

"Does it make any difference? Now you have done me. You took my virginity! I begged you not to. You've done me! Are you Happy?"

I was startled. I lay on Barb for perhaps three minutes, and then I rose up from on her. Looking down I could see she had definitely been a virgin, as I had blood on my cock and all over my groin. I was shocked. I was: I began the old sawing action once again.

"What the fuck," I thought. Hell! She lets me play; we've gone part way for the past month or more. Now she's acting like she didn't want to have sex when she is nude in my bed! I began to move my cock back and forth in her sex. She was tight. Her muscles were clenching my johnson hard. Very hard. I shot my load inside her warm, wet, tight hole. and she was either tight or her muscles were assuredly squeezing my cock as it moved back and forth in her hot and wet sheath.

After I went off, with her legs parted, I watched my cum escaping from her sex. Barb looked down, saw the evidence of her lost virginity and screamed, "Oh! No! What have I done!"

She turned on her side, curled up in a ball, and began to cry. I felt sorry for having taken her cherry, but then I thought, "Hell, she knew what was going to happen. I did feel some responsibility for my actions, moving down next to her, I began to tell her how wonderful she was, how I loved her, how I wanted to take care of her. All of these things were of course, said in the moment of passion.

"Carl. Do you really love me? What shall I tell Dave? I..." her voice trailed off.

"I don't give a damn about Dave, if he was a true man, he would have made love to you long ago. You are a woman who needs love! I'm the lucky one who is your first."

What she though of my comment, I don't know. Suddenly Barb sat up, hugged me tightly to her and within moments she was kissing me and her hand was gripping my cock. She said nothing. Instead she pulled me to her very passionately. She became a wildcat, she was ferocious. She bit, scratched, hit, and kept babbling "FUCK ME! DAMN YOU! FUCK ME!" In the next few minutes, we were enjoying the age old passions of pure unadulterated sex. When we were done, my back seemed to burn. After we finished and I showered I learned why.

I stepped in front of the full length mirror and adjusted the mirror on the medicine cabinet. I got a good look at the scratch marks all over me. Wow! What a wildcat! I thought to myself.

Barb looked at my back and started laughing. "Want me some more? Are you as sore as I am... you made my little thing hurt, do you realize that?"

"Yes, I would love to do you again, so lets hit the bed..."

"No way, my thing is SORE, so not again this night," Barb told me, and she laughed as she moved her hands down to shield her pussy.

I was separated from the military about a year later, and things seemed to work out for Barb and me. For the next year our sex life was perfect. One day Barb told me she had to go home for a week during spring break. I thought nothing about it, so when she took off I didn't have any thought of what was really going on.

A couple of months later, Barb informed me she was pregnant, and we got married. After our daughter was born, things seemed to be going along exceptionally well, both professionally and at home. I took a position with another firm, it was a large increase in pay and responsibility. I was appointed to the Chief Financial Officer.

Along with the new position was, of course, a move to a new city. We found a home and moved as soon as we could. While we were unpacking, I came across a box labeled "Dave". Curious, I opened it. There were various items from her high school days. Pictures of her junior and senior prom, band awards, and other momentous. Then my eyes did a double take.

There! It was an airline ticket receipt, for a round trip to San Antonio, Texas. Inside the ticket envelope was a note pad from a hotel with Barb's hand writing. "Being with Dave wasn't what I thought it would be. What would Carl think if he knew I spent the week having sex with someone else?" There was a hotel receipt made out under the name, "Dave Watson, Kelly AFB."

I sat down on the bed, and my mind went to the time when Barb told me she was going to her parents for a week. Now I wondered, and thinking back, I began to think our daughter was, most likely, not mine. I put the ticket envelope in my pocket and walked to where Barb was unpacking the kitchen items. "I'm going out for a while!" I snarled. I slammed the door behind me.

I headed for the local bar. I was envisioning Barb on her back another man on top of her. I remembered her father saying she wasn't home when I called. At the time I thought nothing of it. Then I remember he added she was probably in Texas. Barb denied the trip and seeing Dave, until I told her about the tickets, the motel note pad, the motel registration with Dave's name and he was evidently stationed at Kelly. The look on her face told me all I needed to know.

We divorced a few months later, and then I found out she had been dating a guy right up to the time we moved. I got notice of her new engagement, and marriage two months after our divorce was final. Her husband notified my attorney he wanted to adopt our daughter so I agreed. In exchange I was released from support payments. I also had to agree not to attempt to contact Barb or Jen ever again.


My life progressed from one female to another, no commitments. It was ten years before Barb crossed my path again. I was in Chicago, staying at a hotel located in the Merchandise Mart. I was in the restaurant on top of the building having a terrific drink and some hors d'oeuvres. I had been in town to install a new computer system for a client. I was trying to flirt with the bartender. A girl about half my age. I had taken her out once. She agreed to a second date but was playing hard to get.

I looked across the room. I did a double take. I stared! There was Barb! She was seated alone at a table. I watched as she signed the tab for her drink. She has not aged much, I thought. I guessed she was thirty five or so. I called a waitress, "Please give this to the lady at the table alone by the window." I watched. The look on Barb's face was one of total disbelief. Was she upset, irritated? I didn't know. She looked about, saw me, and waved me over. I walked around and finally reached her table. I took her hand in mine.

"Your absolutely stunning, Barbara! You're an incredibly beautiful woman. I'm so surprised to see you like this. What brings you to Chicago, are you alone or with someone?"

The stunned look on Barb's face was still present. She stated matter of factly, "I'm not Barb! You have me mistaken for someone else. Sorry."

What the hell was this about, I wondered. Had she forgotten who I was after only ten years? Was she playing a game? I watched her face as she studied my business card, and knew I wasn't seeing her double. "Barb, if you're ashamed of me, okay. Just don't make me fell like I've lost my mind. I'm happy to see you." I said in the most business like voice I could.

A strange look passed across her face. "Carl," she said, "Do you really give a damn after this long? You fucking dumped me or have you forgotten?" Changing the subject, I asked, "How is Jen?" That did it! She told me all about her. How she was doing in school, how she was doing at home, a terror, how she was with her friends, wonderful, and lots of other things none of which seemed out of the ordinary. In the end she added she was in town for a three week training course for a medical supply company.

The longer we visited with each other, the more Barb's animosity toward me evaporated. "Barb, please. Allow me to treat you to dinner. I know a place on Michigan Avenue that has terrific food. They will allow you to pick any steak you want, then they cut it to order and cook it just as you like it." "You're certain that you want to be with me? Things were pretty sour between us when we last spoke to each other. It could be nice. I guess the years change one's outlook on life. Don't they Carl?"

"Yes, and I have often wondered how you were doing in Kentucky. Near Lexington, isn't it; where you live?" "Oh hell, you don't want to hear of my life. I guess I should apologize to you for what I did. I'm sorry." She did agree to dinner. I paid the tab, hailed a taxi and gave the driver directions to Lowery's.

On the way, she sat as far away as she could from me. However, she had one of her legs pressed against mine. More to brace herself and to keep me away from her I thought. The taxi driver made a turn that forced her to slide into me. Have to remember to give him an extra buck or two. Barb pitched against me. She had to put her hands on my thighs to catch herself. When she did, one of them came into contact with my burgeoning erection.

Barb did not remove her hand from my leg. She was studying my face and I moved my hand down and placed it on hers. "Carl, I'm truly sorry for what I did to you, especially with Dave, and I..."

"Let's not think of things that happened in the past. This world is crazy. Do you remember the words you wrote on the back of your photo? 'The world's a stage, and we are all the players?'" Her hand moved over and covered my erection.

"Do you still like me? Do you Carl... Be honest. Do you find me attractive? Do I still excite you?"

"Yes!" I said, adding, "Barb, you're feeling how excited I am."

By then the taxi was pulling up in front of the restaurant. I glanced at the charge and handed the driver a twenty. "Nice ride, thank you." I smiled at him and helped Barb get out of the car.