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Posting Date 2009-09-09 21:44:23
Author Theodore
Title My Lady So Fair
Category dumped a partner or got dumped
Where it happend Bootcamp Mail Call
Age then 19
Age now 61
Gender MALE
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Story Length 1077
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My Lady So Fair

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She was the first lady I fell in love with. Fall I did and How, but knew she did too. To observors we were the perfect match, a natural. I lettered in 4 sports, honor roll, church going shy guy the girls would date if I ask. She was the cheerleader, her family staples of the town. We met as a blind date, fixed up by friends. With each passing day and knowledge of each other we both fell deeper in love.

Our relationship began as Going Steady, but it became much more. I gave her my lettermans jacket, sweater, class ring and Tracey wore them everywhere. She belonged to me, I wanted the world to know that, and she liked belonging to me. We went from first date shyness, holding hands, to making out in front of her home on a hillside till her father turned the porch light on. Then there was more of course. There always is when you're in love.

If you saw my 56 Chevy in town, you also saw Tracey sitting next to me. We took our lunches together in that car, and she left a scent of Desert Rose lotion on my neck and hands. I'd be doing push ups in football practice and smell her presence close to me. She walked home on practice days but not before stopping and waving to me. The guys on the team knew she was mine, and nicknamed me PW for pussy whipped in a good natured way. But it was true. We were the closest couple in town, marriages included. I lamented even a second I spent away from her.

Trace went on a skiing trip with my disapproval. She twisted a knee, and I brought her books to her each day after practice. Laying there in a neglige, in her canopied bed with her leg propped up and cute feet with clear gloss finished toe nails, I would kiss her knee and wish I could take her pain.

Then there was more of course, it had to be when one is this deep in love. A love affair loaded with Firsts. After six months of making out, learning to French while handling that soft leg in the front seat of my Chevy at the Drive-in. That First magical night for the First time when allowed my hand to reach further and I wondered when she'd stop me or would she? She didn't and I was amazed that Trace had hair in the same place I did? Do I dare touch it? I must! Only heaven awaited. I had never known such fairness, femininity and sweetness in this life. I was quite satisfied with just the touch running over and thru my fingers. I now didn't wash my hands for practice, I had a new scent to motivate me higher.

Of course, Trace and I eventually found our way to the back seat of my Chevy and under her comforter that once laid at the foot of her canopied bed. Do I dare touch such sacredness with my nasty penis? Perish the thought. Perhaps it was a natural happening? It wasn't easy, remember wanting to absorb Tracey's knee pain? But this was different, I had that scent motivating me.

My father gave me some disturbing news. We'd be moving my Senior year and new surroundings. I cared not about my athletic aspirations, scholarships or anything else, just my Fairest and Dearest of Maidens who I would soon marry. There would never be another lady in my life who left me with a pit in my stomach and the scent of Desert Blossums while doing push ups. I mutinied, said I wouldn't go, so he offered to get me a cheap motel room to finish the season. Forget finishing the season, it wasn't about that. Trace comforted me, told me to go, further my education and return to her as her husband.

For the next year, I found another First in my life. Love Letters every day, never missing one singular day to write her and tell her of my true love. Our relationship was challenged but weathered the storm thru distance. I went by train to visit at Thanksgiving and while staying in her family guest room, we reunited like two star crossed lovers. It was the first time I had ever been ridden on top. She visited me at Christmas and I forgot to pull. She missed her period and I looked forward to marrying my Fairest with a new family of my own. This would finally put an end to distance between us. She already wore a new ring, a diamond I paid for by breaking rocks for new pools during the summer. It was announced in the hometown paper where we first met. My dream was being finalized by a non-pull moment. But wait, bad miracles exist and she found her period.

I shunned all colleges except the one in the shadow where I met my Fairest of the Fair. I returned, we planned. I would get my degree while making love to her, marry, have two children and I would coach football. She wanted me to work for her Daddy, I shunned that as well. For the first time we began seeing the complications of a Real Life together.

The Draft Board wanted me more than my Fairest. Our last date together was where it all began in that hometown theatre and holding hands. I walked her home in the snow, told her I was joining the Marines, but would return to her just like before. It wasn't working this time. "I won't wait to see if you return from that War." She didn't mean it, how could she after what we shared?

A final attempt to rekindle our love was made on my footlocker. Then Mail Call. "Dear John, I have found another, you might remember him from school, he drove that hot car we used to look at in the parking lot. I will be married soon, take care of yourself."

The First loneliest moment of my life, as I put that yellow lilac laced letter under my pillow. I could hear bombs in the distance and that Sweetest and Fairest of Maidens was now nothing but a Sweet Memory. Goodbye, but know that I loved you and love you still.


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