Long-term relationships
Imagine a relationship spanning 20 years. A relationship touching 3 cities and hundreds of kilometers. And yet, one that never took our virginity. Unusual, right?
That's how my life turned out; I was always helpless when it came to girls, and later, women. I was only lucky with one single girl, or more accurately, a friend. Until I was 20, I hadn't even kissed a girl on the lips, until this happened.
It was during a geological expedition. I'm a geologist by training, and like all students at the Institute, we were on a field trip in the summer. I remember that day particularly well. My comrade Natasha and I wandered farther than anyone else and personally
discovered an open deposit, which, you know, is a big achievement. It took us a long time to get out of those remote woods, and it was already evening. As we walked to the nearest road, it started to rain, and we got soaked through. Luckily, the rain was warm, and when we reached the road, we immediately managed to catch a ride.It was a canvas-covered truck heading in our direction, but the only space was in the back among some junk. We were all for it because walking at night held no appeal. Our legs were already buzzing.
We climbed in, even found one chair, and took off our work clothes to dry off somehow. I was left in just my long johns, and she was in just light shorts-panties and a tank top. Even in the semi-darkness, I could see her large breasts, and my breath caught. She was embarrassed too. I tried to touch and kiss her, but she removed my hand, saying shyly, "Don't. You know what the consequences could be."
And I understood her. Falling in love on a geological exploration expedition isn't the best idea for many reasons. Even if not in front of everyone, there's a chance of making babies, and that could lead to big problems. Anyway, she lay down on a pile of rags, and I sat on the chair, and we quietly breathed in the night air.
The truck was shaking a lot, and she was clearly uncomfortable, with nowhere to rest her head. I gathered courage, pulled her a little towards me, and placed her head on my lap. She immediately settled in comfortably, and I smiled, feeling so happy at that moment. But I didn't account for the truck shaking so much, and she was rubbing her cheek against my cock. At first, it was unnoticeable, but when it started to get hard, it became a problem. She didn't react, though, and I just held my breath and waited. She couldn't not feel it. And I wanted her more with each minute. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and, putting my arm around her shoulders, pulled her to me. We started kissing passionately. She reciprocated, then suddenly pushed me away. And said shyly, "I can't." I tried to kiss her again, but she continued, as if justifying herself, "I want to give myself for the first time to my husband." I understood her and nodded sadly in response. A quiet "I understand" flew from my lips, and I just hugged her tightly.
She was clearly pleased that I understood her feelings. And suddenly, she looked slyly into my eyes and kissed me passionately on the lips. Then she added, "Okay, I'll make you feel good, but just know I'm doing this for the first time." I couldn't even imagine what she was going to do, but I obediently froze in place. And when she took out my cock and put it in her mouth, I was simply stunned.
She sucked my cock, she did it incredibly gently and with such desire. Just from her movements, it was clear she wanted to make love with me, but her principles stopped her, and she was just thanking me for understanding, pouring all her passion into these caresses.
I moaned, and hearing my moans, Natasha started sucking even more passionately. I couldn't hold back anymore and came right in her mouth without warning. And she, as if she was waiting for it, just gripped my cock tighter, drinking everything to the last drop.
All I could say was, "Thank you." She just nodded in response. We rode the rest of the way in silence. Nothing more happened between us on that trip, although we looked at each other completely differently now.
The second time we met was in our hometown at the diploma ceremony. We both graduated with honors and congratulated each other, drinking to brotherhood, but nothing further happened. By then, she had a boyfriend and ran off to him, while I, the eternal loner, headed to my room in the dorm. About ten minutes later, there was an awkward knock on the door. I opened it and saw her in tears. No words were needed; it was all clear. Her boyfriend had dumped her. I immediately let her in, made her tea, and listened. She was, of course, very upset. And I understood that thinking about sex now would be selfish, so we just talked. We didn't even notice how we ended up lying on the bed, hugging. She pressed against me and talked about everything under the sun.
14:05:09
As I found out, it wasn't so much that the guy dumped her, but that she left him because he wanted sex before marriage. Understanding this, I completely gave up on the idea of seducing her and just talked with Natasha as a friend, although I hugged her very tenderly.
That's how the whole night would have passed if not for the neighbors next door. My neighbor brought a girl to his room, and of course, they started having sex, and very loudly at that. All we could hear were the girl's moans and cries of, "Yes, Zhenya, yes!" It was both annoying and arousing at the same time. And I was already fully erect, but I didn't even make a pass at Natasha, although she saw everything. I knew the answer in advance.
About 10 minutes later, Natasha suddenly looked into my eyes and smiled slyly, just like in the truck. She suddenly whispered in my ear, "Well, I'm not going to leave my best friend in such a situation." Even as she said these words, her hand was caressing my cock. A couple of light movements, and her lips were already around my cock. She was doing it again, just as divinely gentle, tender, and simultaneously passionate. Her lips, her tongue, her light moans of pleasure—it all drove me crazy. And when I saw the panties meant clearly not for me today falling to the floor, I started moving my cock in her mouth myself. No, she wasn't planning to have sex with me, but she was already caressing her clit while sucking my cock, and it was wildly arousing.
Our moans filled the room. The guys in the other room clearly quieted down, listening. I was on the edge; she apparently was too. Natasha took my cock out of her mouth and started furiously jerking it with her hand, literally shouting, "Come on, come on!" We moaned out loud and came together. My cum shot up, falling on my stomach; some flew onto Natasha's face, but she clearly didn't mind at all. When we finished moaning, a short "Bravo" came from behind the wall, and Natasha and I just died laughing.
And then. And then life took a different turn. I was offered a job in another city with the chance to get an apartment in just a year. It would have been stupid to refuse, especially since my talents would really be in demand there. Anyway, I left and didn't see Natasha for a full 6 years.
I was invited to a friend's wedding. He also graduated from our faculty and moved with me. I entered the banquet hall, listened to the speeches and toasts, and when the free celebration started, I turned to the far tables and saw her. It turns out she was in my city now. I'd heard she had an unsuccessful marriage; the guy left right from under the wedding arch. And I guessed the poor guy just couldn't take it and bailed at the last moment. I sat down next to Natasha and had just opened my mouth when she cut me off sharply: "I don't want to discuss it!" I saw how she was looking at the bride; she was looking at her with glassy eyes—it was white envy. And Natasha's mood was clearly lousy right then.
She was literally fucking her mouth with my cock; it was rough and awesome. I was moaning quite loudly, though I tried to hold back. Suddenly, I noticed a familiar movement: she reached under her skirt with her hands and pulled down her panties. Her legs spread apart, and her moans grew louder.
Her plump lips were caressing so wonderfully, and the moans from her mouth were simply driving me crazy. This time, I came right down her throat, and she sucked everything clean, licking my cock like an ice cream.
When we caught our breath, she said quietly, "Sorry, I'm using you and not giving you what you want. Sorry, really, but understand, besides you, I haven't been with anyone." These words pierced my chest. I left the wedding deep in thought.
I blamed myself, understood what an idiot I had been, but it was too late. I just didn't have the brains to understand that she wanted to marry me. I regretted it for a long time but lost myself again in long expeditions.
What's happening now? Now I'm holding in my hands a letter more precious to me than gold. It's a letter from her, and it only has a few lines: "I was such a fool! Wait for me! I'll come on 05/17/2000." I'm waiting for her, waiting very much, twirling a small box in my hands. The end)