Ghost from the past

He rolled off of her. As he lay beside her, she leaned over him and kissed his neck, his chest, softly running her fingers through his hair. Yes, so similar, he thought. Her flesh and bone seemed to melt, to mold into his so nothing could fit between them. She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. He could feel her warm breath on his neck as his mind drifted back to an earlier time.

He met Karen when they both worked for a big department store. She was in one of the branches he was at the main store. They spoke every day but had never met. She told him that someone in the main store she had dated was spreading lies about her; this was in a time when people still cared about reputation. In his generous mind, this was unacceptable. He went and spoke to the man menacingly and explained the consequences if he didn’t admit to everyone he lied and apologize to the lady. When she heard what he had done, she was impressed. She sent him a small white knight in the inter-store mail. Their first meeting was at a meeting in their department. She was fairly tall for a woman, five foot six, long dirty blonde hair she kept in a ponytail, nice tits 36 C and a nice ass. She had a baby fat but nothing that took away from her attractiveness. They went to lunch; they arranged a more precise date for that Saturday. They went to a movie and for a burger that first date. By the third date, he told her he was falling in love with her, a line he used with every girl he dated in order to get into their pants. A couple of weeks later, he took her to one of his hockey games. Watching him play was making her hot. As he came off the ice after the game, she came to him, stuck her tongue down his throat, and said she wanted him. He never dressed so fast. She was all over him as they drove to a secluded spot. She told him she was a virgin, real or not he didn’t know, this was a time when the girl was a virgin, whether she was or not although there was some blood on the rubber when they were done. She had his pants off in a second; he barely had time to put on the rubber. She straddled him; she had to almost stand up to get above his erect cock, then she lowered herself onto him. She rocked back and forth on his cock she looked like an obsessed four-year-old on a seesaw she was going so fast. She bit into his neck and clawed his back as she came. When she came down, she laid her head on his shoulder and ran her fingers through his hair. Within a week they were going through a dozen rubbers every few days, she was insatiable. She never missed a game after that night, and they often went skating so she could watch him slide, then they would go somewhere, and she would wear him out. How does the song go? They learned about love in the back of a Dodge, well this was the back of a Cutlass. They played Catholic roulette, “went bareback when they thought her cycle would allow” and had a couple of scares when she was late. There were many nights when she would blow him on the way back to her house, it was a little dangerous, the road was very curvy, and it’s hard to control a car when your cumming. The sex was incredible, but it turned out he was falling in love with her, she was funny, smart, considerate and sexy as hell. That didn’t stop him from cheating on her with her sister; he was still a guy.