Best Piece in the World - A Story of Lost Virginity
I grew up in the same neighborhood as Lisalotte, or Lottie as she was generally known, and have been aware of her existence as far back as I can remember. In those early years we were not friends; rather, distant acquaintances. That relationship persisted well into our high school years.
As Lottie was growing up, so was I - into a hopelessly inept social misfit. I lacked confidence, I lacked the social graces and I was painfully shy. My early attempts at establishing social relationships had been failures and I found solace in my school activities and my grades. Even as my hormones screamed for release, my efforts to even talk to a girl were thwarted by my shyness.
Lottie was not particularly beautiful - not in the sense that she was flashy or hot to look at and her picture would never grace the cover of a fashion magazine.
At five feet, ten inches tall, she weighed a round 130 pounds. Her torso was lean, long and straight and her breasts were mere ripples on her chest. On the other hand, her long legs were nearly perfectly formed. Her long, blond hair had a luster about it that spoke of frequent brushing and she carried it in a ponytail. Her Prussian features highlighted her pretty face and blue eyes. Few noticed!
Lottie was a second generation German whose parents emigrated from that part of Germany that’s west of the Oder/Nesser line and fell to Poland at the end of World War II, They had left, first to West German; then, to the United States where they had worked hard to build a decent life for themselves. Lottie grew up in their old world culture that was often at odds with the high school culture where she found her social life.
In high school, she had no close friends and concentrated on her studies. Hard working, ambitious, and encouraged by her parents, she excelled. She also learned other traits from her parents - personal responsibility, caring, sensitivity to others, and a host of other moral and ethical traits. Most importantly, she developed confidence.
It was during our Junior year of high school that I was the vice president of the school’s service club and as a part of the duties of my office was to go to a weekend “lockin” at a neighboring high school. There, the officers of our club along with the officers from several other clubs would be subjected to a concentrated leadership training program while locked up in the school.
It was Friday night when our club faculty advisor divided us into pairs for some of our work and I was assigned to partner with Lottie. At first it was difficult for me as I struggled to overcome my shyness and talk to her; then, she seemed so open and relaxed that talk came easy. We became friends.
During the coming weeks, we dated and on our second date I moved to kiss her on the lips . . .or most likely it was her that moved to kiss me on the lips. That was my first kiss and as awkward as it was, I enjoyed it.
On our third date, we spent some time in my car, parked on a darkened parking lot, improving our kissing. In fact, we became quite good at it. Even at that early stage of our relationship Lottie seemed to have a natural instinct for just the right moves. Then, I tried my clumsy pawing and grabbing for her breasts and whatever else I could attain in the hope I might somehow seduce her. After my first attempt, Lottie pushed me away firmly and set the rule. . .nothing below the shoulders.
Then, on future dates, I contented myself with nothing below the shoulders although, I often made a perfunctory gesture to grab or fondle. Each time, she pushed me away with a reminder of her rule.
Months passed and Lottie’s and my friendship deepened and became more intimate. I soon found that she was smarter than me, more sensitive to others than me and even some of her confidence she shared with me.
Even as I observed the ‘nothing below the shoulders’ rule I lusted after Lottie. I burned with passion for her and spent many sleepless nights making dream love to her. My frustration sometimes drove me to near distraction; yet I observed the rule. I was young and inexperienced.
Then, as spring approached, Lottie explained that her parents were going to be out of town on the weekend of the 26th and she wanted to cook dinner for me. Sounded like fun and I agreed to be there Friday on Friday night, the 26th at six o’clock. I gave this date little thought as it would be like all others. . .
It was when I arrived at her door promptly at six o’clock on Friday, the 26th that I received the shock of my life. Stunned, I stated at Lottie, standing in the doorway, in her red mini-dress, black hose, 4" heels and looking like I’d never seen her before.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. . . I adored her! This was the same Lottie of sloppy jeans and long, loose fitting dresses that stood before me looking like a fashion model. For a second I admired her long, perfectly formed legs . . . she was hot!
Then, I stepped inside the house and Lottie and I exchanged a perfunctory kiss on the lips. That kiss was different some how!
I was directed into the kitchen while she prepared the rest of dinner. There, at a table set for two with linen table cloths, fine china and crystal I waited for dinner. As I waited, I watched Lottie at work and her dress as it moved up and down when she reached for things in the cupboard. Suddenly, I was aroused. My cock grew to it’s maximum extension and I was faced with hiding my situation as I continued to conform to her ‘above the shoulders’ rule.
She had prepared an excellent dinner but I ate little; then, it was time to clean up the kitchen. I tried to assist her as I moved and contorted to hide my swelled, man-meat from her view. Even under my boxers and trousers, the bulge was evident and several times her hands inadvertently brushed my trousers. She gave no indication that she’d noticed.
Then, with the dishes cleared, we adjourned to the family room where we sat on the familiar couch. Lottie and I had played on this couch several times before so I felt more relaxed when I reached for her breast in my perfunctory attempt at seduction.
As my hand landed on the red dress to cover her small tit I waited for the usual restraint - I waited a second, then two! And after several more it was obvious that the below the shoulder rule had been amended. I looked into her eyes and the intensity of her passion brought a fear of the uncertainty,
I slowly began to massage the breast over her clothing and still no resistance from Lottie. Embolden by the situation, I slipped my hand into the cleavage of the red dress and on to her bra which brought a murmur of approval. . . As a young virgin, I was clearly advancing into the unknown.
For the next half hour, more or less, I was engaged in getting ghe red dress off over her head and her garter belt removed as I slowly removed her bra and panties, exposing her breasts and abdomen. With each fresh move, I looked to Lottie for approval and soon found her guidance and direction invaluable. She seemed so confident!
To describe each new sensation and each nuance that I felt as I learned about a man and a woman for the first time would be both tiresome and inadequate. Perhaps when my lips suckled her breasts for the first time is worth mentioning or when my fingers found her clit and brought a reaction for the first time but they were only two of thousands of new feelings that I felt that night for the first time.
It was near midnight when we had explored every aspect of play between a man and a woman short of intercourse. Then, as we lay resting, Lottie spoke, “I’ve wanted this for a long time. Now, it’s happening.”
“Why the rule about nothing below the shoulders for all this time?”
“I wanted everything to be just right when we did it. Not in the back seat of a car somewhere.”
“You might have told me.”
“Would you have understood?” “I suppose not. . . but now I’m glad we waited.”
Then, Lottie moved on the bed and positioned her butt over a large towel and our eyes met. It was time. Her eyes burned with passion and I understood.
“They tell me this hurts the first time. Don’t hurt me any more than you have to. . . Please! Do me now!
“Is this your first time? You seem so knowledgeable!”
“I’ve waited and planned for a long time. Now do it!”
I was not reluctant or hesitant as Lottie may have suspicioned but; rather, inexperienced. I had known since childhood that my cock was supposed to go in her hole but there was so much more to be considered. . . Her feelings? Her pleasure?
When I moved over her it was with several concerns and fears that only experience could quell. First, there was the question of Lottie’s comfort. I weighed nearly 200 pounds and could I put all that weight on her? Then, there was the problem of actually finding her vagina and inserting my penis. Whose duty was it to make the adjustments necessary to make the connection? I wanted to kiss her on the lips; was it appropriate? Yes, I was a very confused, concerned and frustrated young man.
As I moved into position, Lottie seemed to understand. I felt her moving too. We were working together. I wanted to kiss her on the lips and she moved to accommodate me. I learned to support myself with my arms, thus taking the weight off her. Then, I moved to insert my cock into her and found I’d missed her opening. I tried again and on a subsequent try it happened.
With my growing frustration at not getting my cock into her came stress and with stress, more frustration. I began to lose my control. I was approaching the crisis level.
Then, suddenly, I felt the crown of my dick slip into her orifice. It was the warmest, velvety smooth, wonderful sensation I’d ever known. The frustration was gone. I was in her - only a fraction of an inch!
I looked into her eyes and Lottie was ready as she said, “Push it in.”
I pushed and met a momentary resistance from her hymen before moving deeper into her depths. As my cock moved, I saw her steel herself against the pain that she anticipated; then, slowly relax as I felt my tool move past the obstruction and deeper into her depths. Obviously, the pain was not as severe as she had anticipated and I was relieved as I felt my cock fully embedded in her.
As I looked into her face, I saw a broad smile. “You did it. You’ve made me a woman.” she said. It was a great time as we lay together, all our concerns and frustrations abated and the pleasures of a man and a woman together in a perfect union were upon us. Lottie was never more beautiful.
To say that first time was a wild, uninhibited sexual adventure would be untrue. Rather, it was an awkward time of experimenting together and learning. Lottie seemed to have an instinct about these matters and we learned quickly. Then, it was over as I poured my seed into her belly.
For the first time, she and I reveled in the afterglow. It was one of those unanticipated pleasures that we found and enjoyed.
In the months that followed, Lottie and I found time to be alone together often. We fucked often and with each time, our technique improved to the point that we were very, very good! We took advantage of every opportunity when our parents were away from the house and Lottie seemed to be a wellspring of ways to inspire me to new heights of passion.
Then, after a summer of passion, Lottie went to work as a waitress in a nice restaurant and I went off the Navy Academy. At first, we communicated often and our feelings for each other ran high. A year passed, then two and we grew apart.
On graduation from the academy, I returned to the old home town for a brief leave and was told that Lottie was married and living in the next town,
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That story happened twenty six years ago.
I went on to a successful career in the navy and met and bedded a number of women during those years. One disastrous marriage lasted barely two years before my wife deserted me for a civilian while I was at sea.
Then, it was time to retire. I had served my country well and was awarded a very comfortable retirement and, approaching fifty, I found myself alone and at a loss for what to do with the rest of my life. It was then that the post card arrived advising me of my old high school’s reunion.
I thought about it. There was no one, except Lottie, that I particularly wanted to see or renew old ties with and the last I’d heard, she was married and living in another town. Still, it was the town where I’d grown up and, though my parents had moved away many years before, I still felt ties.
As I wheeled my big Mercedes into the main street of my old home town, it all seemed different. On the way into town, I’d passed the Costco and Wal-mart stores and supermarkets where cattle had grazed when I was a kid. Downtown seemed shabby and the stores had changed.
The motel where I had reservations was also new and big and comfortable. I moved in and unpacked my bags; then, lay back and ordered a double gin and tonic to begin my visit. I lay back on the big bed and napped.
It was late afternoon when I decided to seek food. Since there was no hurry, I decided to tour the town a bit - to look for some of my old roots. I found the old house where I grew up, no longer comfortable and cozy looking but rather seedy and in need of repair. The plants and shrubs were gone too and the lawn looked unmowed.
Depressed by the sight of my old house, I drove on. Then, I say it ‘Lottie’s fine Dining!” A restaurant with Lottie’s name on it. I wondered, “Could it be the same woman?” I stopped and drove into the parking lot where I parked the Mercedes and entered the restaurant. Then, seated at a table, I inquired of the waiter if the Lottie on the sign was indeed Lottie Bolte. He agreed that it was the same woman.
The waiter agreed that “Lottie’s” did indeed belong to Lottie Bolte. Then, on my inquiry as to how to find her, he became vague. When I asked if she was married, he responded that he didn’t know.
“Did she come to the restaurant regularly?”
“Not often in the evening any more.”
“Had he seen her recently?”
“Didn’t remember exactly.”
Finally, I ate my excellent steak and returned to my motel room. I cursed myself for ever allowing three full days to explore before the reunion. I’d seen all of this town that I cared to see. . .
It was late afternoon, the next day, as I was packing my bags for an early morning departure that there came a knock at my door. Not giving it much thought, I opened the door.
There, facing me was Lottie; still trim and fit with streaks of gray in her hair and lines and wrinkles in her face. Still, it was Lottie. . .same confident smile, and same sexy appeal that I’d known so long ago.
I motioned her to come in. “How are you Lottie? Tell me about the last thirty years!”
“There’s a lot to tell. How about yourself. Are you married?”
‘No, tried it once and didn’t like it. Wrong woman I guess.”
“No significant other?”
“None! How about yourself Lottie?”
“Wanta’ try to make it again with me?”
“Thought you’d never ask! Can we eat first?”
“Why don’t we just hang out for a while and get reacquainted. . . have a nice drive while I show you around town and a nice dinner!”
So, we went to the Mercedes and I drove as Lottie showed me the sights. As we drove up Main Street, Lottie pointed out “The Ale House” and said simply, “That’s my micro-brewery.” Two blocks further on, we passed “Flannigan’s Irish Pub” and Lottie casually mentioned that it was also hers. Then, I purposely drove past “Lotties’s Restaurant” and waited for her comment.
As we passed, Lottie had read my mind, “You think I’m bragging, don’t you?” I guess I am!
“I’m glad for your success Lottie,” I said.
“There’s one more place that I own. You know that motel where you’re staying? Well, it’s mine too. I have a three room apartment down on the first floor.” She said.
As we toured, it was not the sights of the town that interested me. . .or Lottie’s small empire which she had accumulated; rather, it was Lottie herself. In an hour or two, I would have her. . .possess her and be possessed by her! My hard cock felt good under my boxers.
Then, as we toured, our talk became more intimate and we talked about our lives and our needs and desires. Lottie was very much alone and reported that she feared that her confidence and business success put men off. . . good men anyway!
I wanted to touch her. . . to feel her flesh! Several times I reached out to touch her arms as I drove!
Suddenly, Lottie spoke, “Take us back to my apartment where I can have my way with you before dinner.”
Back at her apartment, it was as though nearly 30 years had passed as yesterday and we were together. To say that we were good together would be an understatement as we enjoyed the totally free environment, i.e., no parents or family restrictions, no fear of making a baby and lots of privacy!
As we’d entered her door, clothes began to fall. Her eyes spoke of a need similar to my own and we fell to touching, caressing, fondling, etc., even as we continued to remove our clothes. There was an urgency in us. . . one that demanded immediate action and one that could not be abated or denied!
With the last of our clothes on the floor, I took Lottie in my arms and carried her to the big bed in her bedroom where she moved quickly to the center and spread he legs widely to invite me over her. I moved into position.
Then, as we kissed and I positioned my cock for an immediate entry, she spoke, “It’s been a lot of years since I’ve done it. . .I may be a little rusty.”
As I felt my hard gristle slide into her warm, wet, velvety smooth vaginaI knew the only thing she’d lost was a minuscule amount of confidence. Then, as I felt my cock against her cervix, I stopped and kissed her on the lips. She kissed back and here eyes spoke of a passion I’d known many years ago.
“You were my first and best, you know?” she spoke
“I know, you were mine too.”
“How did we ever let it get away from us”
“I guess we were young and foolish”
Suddenly, I felt the need to move. . . to start the coital motion that would be the source of even greater pleasure. I moved and felt her respond beneath me. It was quickly apparent that age had given us another advantage as our bodies reacted much more slowly to the stimulation that brought on our conclusion.
We played and talked and encouraged each other as we continued our coitus. There was no rush to a conclusion and the urgency we’d felt earlier had abated. The intimacy that soon developed was the best ever. . .
Still, the biological demands of our bodies persisted and the exquisite pleasures we were experiencing had to end and they did . . . in a series if spurts of semen into her belly. Only with Lottie would it ever feel as good as it did just then. . .
Dinner was late that night.
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Now, two years later, Lottie and I are together in a close relationship. Out financial affairs preclude marriage but we are fully committed to each other.
We live on our own island off the coast of Florida. . . a half a square mile of absolute privacy with two dozen palm trees, many berry bushes, our own beach and a fully modern house! We stay busy, fishing, clam digging, berry picking, swimming and just caring for our island. Mostly, we awaken early, make passionate love, and arise late to have a leisurely breakfast and do our things. Sometimes, across the island from the house, in a small gazebo, we do it there in the afternoon too.
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