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Your first experience with a woman is usually unforgettable and mine was no exception. She was a very petite redhead with a reputation in high school when I was a younger kid(6 years her junior). I would watch her walk by the basketball courts on her way home from school and wonder what it was like to have sex with a woman. Little did I know she would be the one soon after my 18th birthday. She was married and had a baby (not his).

She lived near the courts and the supermarket I worked at after school and I would check her out in more ways than one when she shopped. We would talk a bit as I rang up her groceries and she was flirtatious in her skimpy outfits and demeanor. The summer after I graduated high school (1970) was filled with lazy evenings hanging out with friends near her house. Once I spyed her standing on her porch staring at me as we played wiffle ball and I felt an excitement building in my loins. Soon after that night as I was hanging out with friends again,she drove by, stopped, rolled down the window, we spoke and ended up jumping in the car with her. I was shaking uncontrollably. We went to a diner and talked. I don't remember if we kissed that night or not. The next week I was with friends walking past her house and she almost jumped out the front door and started talking to me. She invited me in and led me upstairs to her bedroom. I was again shaking with anticipation. She went into the bathroom for a few minutes and emerged in a little teddy. We started kissing on her bed and soon the clothes were gone and we were under the covers and she was making a man out of me. I remember the incredible feeling of entering a vagina for the first time. I didn't last long and when it was over I kind of panicked and said I had to leave right away. My friends were gone and I walked home with mixed feelings of guilt and excitement.

I think we may have gone to a motel the second time and had a much longer session as I wasn't so nervous about her husband and being in her house. She was barely 5' tall and less than 100 lbs. but had a nice figure and that alluring head of red hair. She had a sexy, come-fuck-me kind of face and I was attracted to that naughty kind of look. Sex was all I thought about and she was my way of exploring the world of sexuality. Then, at some point, she told me that her husband knew about me and was okay with us seeing each other. I was floored, to say the least. Why would any self-respecting man want his wife to fuck someone else? Ah,the ironies of life, my friends. Of course, I told my friends and all were mystified about the whole thing. So, I went off to college and we may have even written each other. Whenever I came home to visit for a weekend, I would get in touch with Valerie and we would get together for great sex while her husband went out for the evening or babysat the baby while we fucked. She became very attached to me and I remember her talking about her dreams,philosophy,and serious things. She wanted to marry me and have my baby but I was only interested in one thing...her pussy. She gave it to me willingly and would say how beautiful it was when I was inside of her (for a long time).
We would continue to see each other whenever we could and more often when I transferred colleges and was back home. She had a signal if it was okay to stop by and see her. If the doll was in the second floor bedroom window, it was booty time. Once or twice we used her husband parent's home while they were away on vacation. I remember partying with her husband and my friends there, then we would disappear into a bedroom and fuck while her husband drank with my friends. I don't remember ever using a condom and always came inside of her. I believe she was on the pill and there was never a problem with pregnancy.
As we got older I moved on and after graduating college found out that she had suffered from a brain tumor. I visited her in the hospital and she recovered.

Fast forward to 3 years ago and out of curiosity looked her up on the internet and saw that her 60th birthday was coming up. I worked up the nerve to call her and wish her a happy birthday. She was floored and really glad to hear from me after all these years. We talked and she reminded me that I had visited her in the hospital and gave her a card way back then. She told me that she had suffered 7 different brain tumors over the years and doctors were not optimistic about her health. It was bittersweet but I'm glad I called. I read her obituary in the newspaper last year and would have attended the memorial service, but, it was the same day as my daughter's wedding.

Rest in peace, my old friend.