Unrecovered memories

Senior year in High School and you were my first serious boyfriend. I remember letting you reach under my shirt to feel my breasts for the first time and the sound you made way back in your throat. *sigh* Remember when I was finally brave enough to unzip your corderoys and take your hardened cock in my mouth and the sound you made then? And when you told me you were going to cum how I didn't take you from the warm wet recesses of my mouth, do you remember that?

[OMG, Gigi! I can't believe you remember. No, no, not that, I don't think either of us will forget that(!) but I was looking for pants the other day and saw that Levi is making coorderoys again. So I'm standing there in the middle of a suburban Sears, of all places (they carry Land's End clothes for kids for *cheap!*) looking at this one little stack of cords in the middle of this wall full of denim and I remembered how I reached for you and literally lifted you -- not just off your knees but off your feet -- to kiss you. Your lips were still sloppy wet from your saliva, but I only tasted my come in the very back of your mouth. Anyway, I'd have felt like a total pervert trying on pants with a hard-on so I left. Anyway wow, I can't believe you remember what I was wearing. (Remember what you were wearing when I returned the favor?) Thanks, Gigi. --fl]

Nine years ago, you opened the door for me as I was trying to lug 12 bags of groceries to my car. You offered to help, but I couldn't figure out which bags to juggle so I declined the offer.

I noticed your undone fly and what peeked out behind it though.... wondered and thought about that for days & days & days...

[Yikes! That must have been that one pair of button-fly jeans with the bottom buttons that kept slipping open. Sorry about that! Well, not sorry *that* way, but it really was an accident. Thanks, Patty. --fl]

It is fitting that you asked this so close to the holidays...

Just a few years ago we were attending the same work-related holiday party. As I was fishing around in my evening bag for a tip for the bartender, you walked up behind me, placed your hand on the small of my back, and reached around me to deposit some crisp bills into the tip cup, saying, "For the lady as well."

You startled me, not just with your generosity but also with the electric pulse of your hand on my back and the smoky timbre of your voice and feel of your breath on my neck.

We didn't speak then but, later, as I was leaving, you were leaving as well. Everyone was a bit giddy so it seemed only natural to wrap my arms around you, kiss your jawline softly and whisper, "Merry Christmas" in your ear. The pull between us was unmistakable yet we parted and went our separate ways without ever introducing ourselves.

So nice to see you again...

[My God I felt like such a dork with that "For the lady as well" line. I thought I'd laid it on way too thick. I felt totally, I dunno, redeemed when you grabbed me and gave me that kiss. I used to think about that stolen kiss every time I drove by the old building but I hardly ever get out that way anymore. Thanks for reminding me, Jo. --fl]

You must remember this one, right?

Remember that time that I was going door-to-door in your neighborhood, selling...what was I selling? That I don't remember.

What I do remember is that I seemed to interrupt you right in the middle of one of your photo shoots. You had a towel wrapped around your middle, not very well, I might add, and I could clearly see your arousal.

As I peeked around your shoulder, I could see your camera all set up near a window, and your clothes in a heap on the floor. It was fascinating to me.

I wanted to ask to come in and watch you, but that seemed a bit presumptious, so I made my lame sales-pitch and left.

Do you wish I'd asked to stay and help you? :D

[Weren't you leafletting or something instead? Anyway, yeah, that's what I get for being naked downstairs. I'm not sure why I assume any attractive woman who comes to the door is going to be a prude, or at least all-business, but I felt so self-conscious my erection totally wilted. Now it's totally killing me to think I (we!) blew our chances. What does *that* say about conditioning anyway? If I'd realized you'd seen my camera all setup and hadn't taken off right away I'd at least ask you to step in to give me your pitch. For the your cause, I mean, um I mean for the cause you were leafletting for. (Oh bother, now I'm flustered all over again.) Thanks, Aag. --fl]

You were my first. I was SO nervous about meeting you but your kind words and courteous manner set me at ease. My panties were moist and that wetness embarrassed me because I knew you'd see as you lowered my panties. I cherished the moments of lying over your knee, those last electric seconds of being a spanking virgin. I'll always remember how ashamed I felt when you ran a gentle finger along my slick pussy, announcing that I should be spanked hard for my impudence.

Miss me figleaf?

[Don't tell anyone else but you were my first too. In a lot of ways I'm glad you were so embarrassed about your being so wet because I kept worrying that my erection was pressing into your side and I was afraid you'd be ticklish and want to stop. I had no idea how hard to make the first smack but I figured "better a sheep than a lamb" and I really whalloped you. It stung my hand like a mother and I was sure I'd blown it when you tensed and almost got up but then you just as suddenly relaxed completely across my lap and I knew everything was going to be fine. (You didn't see me shaking the sting out of my fingers after each new swat but you mentioned how good they felt when I touched you after.) I have missed you, Cali. Thanks. --fl]

I was queuing up at a cafetieria, waiting to get a cup of coffee and you were three people in front of me. What made me look your way was the loud argument you were having with the woman behind the till. She was saying you'd given her £10, but you were saying you'd given her £20. In the end the bloke behind you gave the till woman the extra money to pay for your lunch and the kerfuffle was culled, thank goodness because the rest of us in the now extremely long queue were getting more and more cheesed off with the long wait.

[Gawd, I'd forgotten all about that. I was so embarrassed but I'd only kept that one £20 note when I changed my money back to dollars before my flight so I knew it couldn't be a mistake. I felt 100 times better when the cousin I'd gone to visit told me the police had arrested busted half the cashiers in the place for short-changing customers to support their meth habit. Sorry you had to be a witness, Dewdrop. I should have been more of a gentleman but I'm used to Seattle-strength coffee and hadn't had any all week. My nerves were shot. An explanation is never an excuse, though so again I apologize. --fl]

I just looked at those pictures again.
Remember that night? You, me, your roommate and a couple of guys from your dorm? We were all sitting in your room doing shots of Cuervo Gold and complaining about mid-terms when a game of "Truth or Dare" ensued.
When it was my turn...I chose "Dare". Your roommate said, "Do us all." You grabbed your camera and clicked away.
Every once in a while I run across one of those pictures online. We were so hot. Truth is, we're even hotter now because we know who we are and we know what we want.
My favorite picture, still, is the one of me covered in cum...Yum.

[Gawd, Ceeci. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that guy at the photography shop. If those pics hadn't been so hot I doubt he would have bothered to scan those old 110mm Pocket Instamatic photos. With the old scanning technology the images are just grainy enough to blur our faces or we'd all be "outed. The originals, though small, still look fine! :-) Thanks! --fl]

*Tongue in cheek* - Come on, you said it could be anything we wanted! LOL

[No problem at all, Dewdrop. Everyone else just has a dirty mind. :-) --fl]

Oh, those eyes of yours. I always told you they'll get you into trouble some day. And of course, you'd always answered my startled eyes with even more twinkle. at which point, I'll oh-so-reluctantly close them mirroring orbs and take a deep breath -- of oxygen, which i needed terribly, and inadvertently, of you. Of soap, of aftershave, of your ticklish closeness - don't. Get. Closer. I'll just inhale, thank you.

[I always totally melt when someone says I smell good. Thank you so much, Nun. --fl]

Oh, Fig...I remember that one year that we lived near to each other in Seattle. I'd always see you leaving your apartment just as I was entering mine and I'd think....when am I ever going to meet that guy! And then it happened. I was in Wallingford, walking past Musashi on a cold January day, and I saw you! Alone, even! I went inside but there were no empty tables and a long wait. I didn't know what to do, and I figured....damn, this just ain't meant to be so I left that crowded little entry way and as I walked past the window, you saw me and raced out the door. You asked me if I needed a place to sit and I think I just said...um. You took me inside away from the rain and to your little tiny table with its carafes of black tea. We ordered sushi and miso and that heavenly harusame salad and licked teriyaki sauce off my fingers and you smiled.
Goose

[Oh man, if you could have seen under the table while you were licking your fingers, Goose. If I hadn't been trying to impress you I'd have licked the last drops of the little creamy/crab-laden harusami sauce out of those rediculously small little bowls they come in... to pay you back. :-) Thanks, Goose. --fl]

"Do you know what you do to me
Everything inside of me
Is wanting you
And needing you
I'm so in love with you
Look in my eyes
Let’s get lost tonight
In each other

Let's make love
All night long
Until all our strength is gone
Hold on tight
Just let go
I want to feel you in my soul
Until the sun comes up
Let's make love"

Do you remember the first time we danced to this song? You held me close, your lips gently teasing mine. I wanted you to kiss me and you just kept on teasin'. Finally your soft moist lips pressed to mine. My lips parted, yielding to your advances. Your hands and lips and tongue were everywhere. Mmmmm...I love remembering you like that.

[Oh yeah, and we didn't know your roommate was home till she hollered "Crizzaks, getta room" cause she'd come home early with food poisioning. :-) Thanks, Boo! --fl]

Fig... Don't tell me you forgot that batik class we took. You did a scarf, I believe... with your namesake pattern on it. Mine was hummingbirds...

[I loved your hummingbirds! Thanks, DN! --fl]

We met when I passed you a spliff at a Marley show and you said no, thanks.

Later you said yes, please.

I wasn't smoking.

[Oh, but you were! --fl]

Oh, several years ago now, in that packed nightclub downtown, the dj was mixing some great tunes, I was dancing and rocking, smushed up with all those other people, loud and sweaty, and then there you were... right in front of me, our eyes met and we just danced and slithered and moved together, so close... and we moved our way to a back corner, a darker corner, still too loud to talk, so we just kissed and groped... you hiked up my skirt, I unzipped your pants, we both came, hot and sweaty... you kissed me on the cheek, whispered your name in my ear "I'm Fig, thank you for the dance. Maybe we can tango again someday."
*sigh* I still hear your voice in my ear over the loud music. That was a night I'll never forget.

[And I don't know if you saw me leave but there were inches of space between my feet and the sidewalk. A perfect relationship needn't last a lifetime to be, well, perfect. I'll never forget it either. Thanks, Bella. --fl]

I'll never forget the toasting you gave my buns the evening I cut you off in traffic. It was mid-December and I'd been fighting the maddening crowds. I was tired and cranky. When I pulled up outside my house, you practically drug me from my car and shoved me over the hood, whaling away. The cold winter air cooling as you heated me up, my dress blowing in the wind. I was still doing the dance of the damned as we kissed, and I this time I did the dragging, pulling you into my house. As I remember, it was a night of passionate loving and spanking. It was a night I remember often, especially this time of year when shopper are out in groves, and occasionally, when I see a goodlooking guy, I cut him off... but alas, I haven't found anyone to take the bait...

[Well it wasn't as if we hadn't been eyeing each other across the fence the whole summer before, and the newbie mail guy had misdelivered a couple of packages to our house instead of yours. And it's not as if you didn't cut me off turning into our own dead-end street! And so it's not as if you didn't a) deserve the spanking or b) deserve the spanking. :-) Thanks, Snow White. --fl]

wow! So many memories. The only one I have of us two is that time we stayed up chatting until the morning. You where so charming and sexy. I was trying to teach you some spanish words. Those pictures you sent me had me touching myself all thorough the night.
Ciao, besos.

[I know, I know, and you said I had the worst Spanish accent you'd ever heard. I still try every now and then but native speakers just listen politely for a minute and answer me in English so I suppose I'm hopeless. Wow it was fun trying with you though. You'd say "watch my how I say it" and I'd get totally distracted. Thanks, Anastasia! (oh, p.s. I like your new design -- the old one had some kind of javascript pop-up problem, at least on my browser. I'll put you back in my blogroll.) --fl]

Late spring, you were in the park, reading some thick book... you looked so relaxed, so at ease. The sun catching all the highlights in your hair. I was so nervous about interrupting you but finally walked over to you and asked if I could borrow you for a few minutes. You look surprised... and then I explained that I wanted to sketch you.

There was something about that day, everything was perfect and you were so beautiful, sitting in the sun, with a half-smile on your lips...

You were such a patient model, you sat there forever while I sketched and looked at you (most of the time I was just looking ;)...

Afterwards, I asked if I could buy you a cup of coffee but you had to meet someone else and I wanted to ask you for your number or give you mine but I didn't because I was afraid you'd reject me...

So I walked away.

I still have that sketch, if you'd like to see it...

[Wow! I remember that day so well. I was up to my neck in Hannah Arendt's very thick but fascinating "The Origins of Totalitarianism," reading her analysis of the French Dryfus Affair and I needed a break. I was so flattered that you asked me for coffee but I had an appointment with an academic advisor. Auggh! I couldn't believe I hadn't gotten your number but I was sure I'd see you around. After all these years I'd love to see your sketch. Thanks, Librarygirl. --fl]

I always knew when you got home from college. This was before e-mail or cell phones, but I would be in your driveway minutes after you drove up. I came down the stairs to your room in the basement with your parents watching the new right above us. Before I knew it, you were peering at me from between my legs where I was still wearing shorts with only an inch of fabric for a crotch and you managed to lick and finger me to my first orgasm. With my shorts still on! And because your parents were right above us, I had to bite your pillow so I wouldn't scream. I do that to this day and think of you. Hope you remember that I was your first true redhead.

[Those were great shorts! The one time my parents amost caught us you just sat up, crossed your legs over the wet spot, and snapped out an answer -- sorry, question -- as if we'd been watching Jeopardy the whole time. My were always cut longer but they were a lot looser. Remember that time you woke me up by slipping your hands up both legs of mine? Wow, those were the days. Thanks, RHE. --fl]

Hmmm... my favorite memory of you is from last year's Christmas party. You and I had both walked under the mistletoe at the same time. We stopped and stared above us, me blushing furiously but desperately wanting to kiss you. I could tell by the look on your face that you wanted to kiss me, too. We leaned in at the same time... it was a soft flicker of a kiss, barely more than a peck to the outside observer. But, 'I' felt you capture my lower lip ever so gently with your teeth, and your tongue flicker briefly at the edge of my mouth. And oh, how I wanted more...

[It was harder to stop than you think, Lydia. Oh wait. I mean "as you know darn well!" If someone hadn't walked into the room just then, who knows. They might have had to call the fire department to unstick us. :-) Thanks. --fl]

I'm recalling the time that I dragged you to that concert. Some band that I would probably deny ever liking. There were at least four opening acts and none of them were any good. So, we curled up in that big leather couch in the corner of the venue, tried to put aside the thoughts of the diseases that this piece of furniture probably harbored, and made out. We acted all jaded and hip as if we were kissing out of boredom but I'll confess now that I'd been hoping you would kiss me for ages. I'll never forget that.

[Gawd, Ellie, remember we both started to say how it was the first time we'd ever wanted to keep our pants on? We cracked both cracked up and I was afraid you were going to pee... which, sadly, wouldn't have been a first for that foolish couch. Of course we did decide after the show that we both needed showers and there *was* a water shortage. Thanks! --fl]