40 years ago The consequences
After that September when I turned 18 and Graciela had ended our relationship, I was feeling down, at a loss, like they say like a ball without a handle; I couldn't concentrate on anything, nor did I feel like doing something.
My closest friends didn't miss this and asked me why I was like that, which made me worse because all the exciting moments I had lived with her were going through my mind, and I was convinced I wouldn't be able to feel the same with another woman.
At school things weren't better; I had some good classmates but couldn't muster up the courage to make a move on any of them, even though I knew Graciela had told them in detail about our romantic and sexual encounters and had created the reputation that I was a perfect lover in bed.
Among all my classmates there was one who stood out, Mirta, with white skin, clear eyes, black hair, and a very beautiful face; she wore mini-skirts that allowed you to see her beautiful legs, in fact we always joked among ourselves: if this is how the tracks are, what will the station be like? This was a distinctive phrase when we talked about her.
The date of the last party to raise funds for the graduates' trip was approaching; I didn't have much enthusiasm for going alone, nor did anyone ask me about Graciela, especially the women who had gotten along well with her. Even Mirta asked if I was going to the party, which surprised me because our interaction was practically non-existent. To avoid all the uncomfortable questions, I told several people that if I went, it would be alone since Graciela wasn't in Mendoza. And I did go, but it was a terrible night; everything annoyed me, I felt like running to her house, hugging her, kissing her, and making love all night, something unthinkable.
The classes ended, and everyone preparing for the graduates' trip that would be to Mar del Plata in the month of January. I had not yet decided whether to go or not, partly due to the situation, and besides, I was a bit short on cash and my older brother had invited me to spend some days in Chile. There were only a few days left before departure, I had already given up going, when Mirta called me one afternoon to tell me that Cristina, another colleague, couldn't go and was selling her stay at half price because she wasn't buying it and was going with them. This got me excited a bit since the cash would cover my expenses and probably leave some over. I had already arranged with Cristina about the matter, but I asked her not to say anything in case I regretted it at the last moment. The departure time arrived and I asked my mom to take the bag to the bus station. When I got on the bus, more than one was surprised to see me, but I told them I had only come to greet them and wish them a lot of fun. I sat down in the back row where the regulars usually sit and started chatting until the bus began moving and people started telling me to get off, I didn't take it seriously and said I'd get off at San Martín, we kept talking and joking about all the crazy things they were going to do in Mar del Plata. When we passed San Martín (45 km from Mendoza), they realized I wasn't getting off, then Mirta came over and grabbed my hand, taking me to sit with her. It was starting to get dark, and when we reached the Arco Desaguadero (border between Mza and San Luis) around midnight, we kept talking, I don't even remember what about, I just looked at her beautiful face and her lovely breasts trapped between her corset and sweater. By 2 am, sleep was getting the better of us, so we decided to take a nap before doing anything else, prior to this I gave her a little peck; for me it was almost like a caress, but for her it was a whole new experience because despite what I thought: this cutie with that face and that body must have a line of lovers, the reality was different: not only was she a virgin, but also had never been in a relationship, nor I couldn't believe it. The days in Mar del Plata were pleasant, our relationship didn't go beyond holding hands or occasional kisses, without tongue of course; if total inexperience was and didn't dare to advance, especially due to the presence of our companions. From my side I wanted the relationship to be a bit more passionate but she put brakes on all my impetus. There were 2 days left until we returned and things weren't advancing, even though I enjoyed myself, I wanted to get closer, because it had been like 3 months since I'd had sex (Graciela had ruined me in this regard) and Mirta was extremely appetizing. The thing is that I invited her to go dancing alone at a nightclub in the center, after many turns and surely consulting with her companions she accepted. That night we went to Olimpo, when we entered it wasn't dark as it had been, we moved around until we reached a zone of armchairs and could sit down, a girl came over and took our order: Gancia batido for the 2 of us, we were chatting for a while until they put on slow songs (that era when they played those themes that allowed bodies to get close and one began with the caress), we went dancing, and after a couple of tight tracks, I felt her breasts against my chest, and I suppose she felt my cock standing up in her stomach, at that precise moment I gave her the first kiss with tongue, swear it was maybe the best kiss I got in a long time, while kissing her I felt like my throat was burning, an unprecedented and indescribable sensation; a kiss that stretched for a few minutes, neither of us was willing to cut it off, we'd separate and at 3 seconds our lips and tongues would be searching each other out, so tight that I could only caress her back and Booty. The level of excitement was terrible, when I asked her to go to a more intimate place, she refused, told me she knew very well my story, that she knew I had a lot of experience in sexual matters but I wasn't prepared to take that step, if I didn't want to be with her, I understood, but I preferred it all to be a little slower; I didn't know what to say, on one hand I had terrible urges to grab her and on the other that kiss had completely changed my perception of her. I'd have to wait……
After that September when I turned 18 and Graciela had ended our relationship, I was feeling down, at a loss, like they say like a ball without a handle; I couldn't concentrate on anything, nor did I feel like doing something.
My closest friends didn't miss this and asked me why I was like that, which made me worse because all the exciting moments I had lived with her were going through my mind, and I was convinced I wouldn't be able to feel the same with another woman.
At school things weren't better; I had some good classmates but couldn't muster up the courage to make a move on any of them, even though I knew Graciela had told them in detail about our romantic and sexual encounters and had created the reputation that I was a perfect lover in bed.
Among all my classmates there was one who stood out, Mirta, with white skin, clear eyes, black hair, and a very beautiful face; she wore mini-skirts that allowed you to see her beautiful legs, in fact we always joked among ourselves: if this is how the tracks are, what will the station be like? This was a distinctive phrase when we talked about her.
The date of the last party to raise funds for the graduates' trip was approaching; I didn't have much enthusiasm for going alone, nor did anyone ask me about Graciela, especially the women who had gotten along well with her. Even Mirta asked if I was going to the party, which surprised me because our interaction was practically non-existent. To avoid all the uncomfortable questions, I told several people that if I went, it would be alone since Graciela wasn't in Mendoza. And I did go, but it was a terrible night; everything annoyed me, I felt like running to her house, hugging her, kissing her, and making love all night, something unthinkable.
The classes ended, and everyone preparing for the graduates' trip that would be to Mar del Plata in the month of January. I had not yet decided whether to go or not, partly due to the situation, and besides, I was a bit short on cash and my older brother had invited me to spend some days in Chile. There were only a few days left before departure, I had already given up going, when Mirta called me one afternoon to tell me that Cristina, another colleague, couldn't go and was selling her stay at half price because she wasn't buying it and was going with them. This got me excited a bit since the cash would cover my expenses and probably leave some over. I had already arranged with Cristina about the matter, but I asked her not to say anything in case I regretted it at the last moment. The departure time arrived and I asked my mom to take the bag to the bus station. When I got on the bus, more than one was surprised to see me, but I told them I had only come to greet them and wish them a lot of fun. I sat down in the back row where the regulars usually sit and started chatting until the bus began moving and people started telling me to get off, I didn't take it seriously and said I'd get off at San Martín, we kept talking and joking about all the crazy things they were going to do in Mar del Plata. When we passed San Martín (45 km from Mendoza), they realized I wasn't getting off, then Mirta came over and grabbed my hand, taking me to sit with her. It was starting to get dark, and when we reached the Arco Desaguadero (border between Mza and San Luis) around midnight, we kept talking, I don't even remember what about, I just looked at her beautiful face and her lovely breasts trapped between her corset and sweater. By 2 am, sleep was getting the better of us, so we decided to take a nap before doing anything else, prior to this I gave her a little peck; for me it was almost like a caress, but for her it was a whole new experience because despite what I thought: this cutie with that face and that body must have a line of lovers, the reality was different: not only was she a virgin, but also had never been in a relationship, nor I couldn't believe it. The days in Mar del Plata were pleasant, our relationship didn't go beyond holding hands or occasional kisses, without tongue of course; if total inexperience was and didn't dare to advance, especially due to the presence of our companions. From my side I wanted the relationship to be a bit more passionate but she put brakes on all my impetus. There were 2 days left until we returned and things weren't advancing, even though I enjoyed myself, I wanted to get closer, because it had been like 3 months since I'd had sex (Graciela had ruined me in this regard) and Mirta was extremely appetizing. The thing is that I invited her to go dancing alone at a nightclub in the center, after many turns and surely consulting with her companions she accepted. That night we went to Olimpo, when we entered it wasn't dark as it had been, we moved around until we reached a zone of armchairs and could sit down, a girl came over and took our order: Gancia batido for the 2 of us, we were chatting for a while until they put on slow songs (that era when they played those themes that allowed bodies to get close and one began with the caress), we went dancing, and after a couple of tight tracks, I felt her breasts against my chest, and I suppose she felt my cock standing up in her stomach, at that precise moment I gave her the first kiss with tongue, swear it was maybe the best kiss I got in a long time, while kissing her I felt like my throat was burning, an unprecedented and indescribable sensation; a kiss that stretched for a few minutes, neither of us was willing to cut it off, we'd separate and at 3 seconds our lips and tongues would be searching each other out, so tight that I could only caress her back and Booty. The level of excitement was terrible, when I asked her to go to a more intimate place, she refused, told me she knew very well my story, that she knew I had a lot of experience in sexual matters but I wasn't prepared to take that step, if I didn't want to be with her, I understood, but I preferred it all to be a little slower; I didn't know what to say, on one hand I had terrible urges to grab her and on the other that kiss had completely changed my perception of her. I'd have to wait……
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