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Deb, 5'5" with a slender, athletic body, light brown hair, and blue eyes, was to me the most attractive of the three. Joy was about 5'2" with a pretty smile and... (can I say this?) ...really big breasts. Debbie, a 5'6" blue-eyed brunette was sort of plain-looking, but definitely had a crush on me. The KFC gang would go out after work every few weeks. Joy was having an on-the-side affair with the manager, but would dance with me from time to time to try to diminish the rumors. In November, 1984, after working there for six months, I finally got up the nerve to ask one of them out on a date, just the two of us. I was thrilled when Deb said yes. We went out to supper, then back to my place. Conversation went smoothly, and I learned she was born all of twelve hours before I was. I also learned she hadn't been out with a guy for as long as I'd been with a steady girl myself. In what seemed like no time at all, we were just holding each other nude in bed. The next morning we showered together before she went home. We saw a lot of each other after that. Deb didn't want to make love at the time, though. She wanted her first experience with a man to be with him... not a piece of latex covering him. She wanted to be on the pill first, so she went to the doctor and waited for her prescription. In the meantime, we freely explored each others' bodies while we were together, and I learned tons more about what makes girls tick than I'd had over a couple one-night stands at Whitewater or the few times I'd been with Jean. I developed a lot of confidence and learned how to make her orgasm... it was the first time I consciously knew what I was doing with a woman and how to get her there. During the month in waiting (for each of us!) I met her parents for Thanksgiving. For three days I was very much welcome in their home, and everything was coming together for the meaningful, long-term relationship of which I'd been dreaming for years. Finally, the magic night came. |