There is a special love you feel for a first lover, a deep longing that never quite fades even as you grow apart. Thus I clung to Roberta. She was a striking brunette, tall and exquisitely shaped. In bed her beauty and softness drove me wild. Though she refused to consider anything beyond straight intercourse, she enjoyed our lovemaking, in a way that was tender rather than reckless. Now that careers had taken us to different North-eastern cities, we had settled into a weekend relationship. As the months passed, the distance weighed heavily, and the fires began to cool.

I found my head turned when I met Gayle. She was a more petite woman than Roberta, with slender shoulders, small breasts, a narrow waist and a very round bottom. She did not have Roberta’s classic lines, and she cut her hair much shorter, yet I was... Read More