Friday, 30 April 2021

Choice Tales from the Vale – (019) A Rosie Memory

 

Kevin Bush was a 16 year old callow youth born and raised in Lower Gracewood, a quiet and unexciting village near Finchbottom.

It was more than 20 years ago in the Vale and when he was still only 16 and he was invited to a house party at the home of the friend of a friend in Finchbottom.

He wasn’t going to go at first, house parties weren’t really his kind of thing, but he allowed himself to be persuaded and as it turned out he was glad that he had because that was when he first saw Rosie Byrne.

She was way out of his league of course he knew that right from the outset, Rosie was five years older than him for a start and drop dead gorgeous into the bargain, with jet black hair, stunning green eyes and great breasts, but he figured there was no harm in looking, so he did, at every opportunity.

Anyway after a couple of beers he got brave and started to flirt with her and he was really chuffed that she flirted back, though Kevin actually thought she was just being a really good sport.

They kept up the mutual flirtation for a while and then Rosie asked for a refill of her glass so Kevin reluctantly went off to the kitchen.

He thought it was probably just a ruse to get rid of him because she had tired of the converse but he didn’t mind, after all it had only been a bit of fun.

However much to his surprise and delight, not only had she not done a runner while he was in the kitchen but she was waiting for him in the hall and steered him expertly into the utility room and planted a hot wet kiss on his mouth.

After a few moments their mouths parted long enough for him to put the drinks down and get a short sentence out.

“I thought we were only flirting”

“You have a lot to learn about women” she said closing in on him again.
“Perhaps you could teach me then” he suggested
“Ok” she replied and leant her face towards him and gently touched her lips against his.

“A little more I think” he said
“You’d like me to teach you some more?” she asked smiling.
“Oh yes” He replied and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him then their lips met again and their mouths opened on contact and it then progressed with tongues flicking.

He had never had a French kiss before and he desperately hoped she wouldn’t notice.

She pulled herself away from his over enthusiastic efforts and looked into his eyes and smiled.
“You're not a bad kisser” she said kindly
“You're obviously a good teacher” he told her

“You haven’t seen anything yet” she said as she unzipped his fly and smiled lustily at him as she watched the pleasure on his face as her soft hand stroked and tugged on him.

Rosie stopped her ministrations suddenly and giggled before dropping to her knees where she wished she could see what expression of pleasure played on his face as her mouth eagerly enveloped him.

The experienced Rosie was expertly taking him to the very brink time and time again only to let his passion recede until on the last time she let him explode in her mouth and she greedily swallowed his seed.  

“Now that’s better than flirting isn’t it?” she said wiping her mouth

“Oh yes” he agreed

 

“Bye lover” Rosie said when they emerged from the cupboard and he watched her walk away as they went their separate ways and as the party was by then in full swing their paths didn’t cross again until after midnight when Kevin was leaving to catch the last train home.

As he walked towards the station Kevin was reliving his intimate encounter in the cupboard with Rosie, and he hadn’t walked more than one hundred yards along the road when a car pulled up to the curb in front of him.

“Hey lover” Rosie called as he passed alongside the car

“Do you want a lift?”

 

Being a teenager and his mind being full of every lurid detail of the earlier blowjob he was sporting a hard on even before he got in the car.

“Thanks” he said and Rosie drove away and turned left at the end of the road.

“The station is the other way” he pointed out

“We’re not going to the station” she replied

“Where are we going then?”

“Think of it as another cupboard” she replied lustily

“Oh”

The metaphorical cupboard turned out to be a picnic area in Gracewood where it was time for Rosie to be on the receiving end when Kevin lost his cherry in the back of her Ford Fiesta.

 

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