MY NEW BRIDE'S OLD DIARY
by Trouble
(Trouble@operamail.com)
06-06-98
Just a couple of days ago my new bride and I were moving into our new apartment. In the middle of the afternoon she left to run to the store and I continued to unpack boxes. One of these boxes contained the contents of my old dresser and I carried the box into the bedroom to transfer the contents to the dresser we had purchased the day before at the Goodwill. Being a bit of a klutz at times I happened to knocked over a couple of items and one of them fell behind the dresser. In the course of retrieving what had fallen I discovered a thick book that I knew had not been one of the items I had knocked down there. I knew it wasn't mine so it had to have been my new bride's but why was it back there? Once I had it in hand I thumbed through it's pages as if I were shuffling a deck of cards. It was a Diary. Normally, I would have simply laid it on the dresser and gone one since her personal thoughts were none of my business. Except for the fact my eyes happened to catch one word. The word was "fucked".
By the time I realized I'd seen the word I had already gone several pages past it. I opened up the book and looked at the date at the top of the page. It was just five months ago. Now, I smiled. My thought was that she had written about me. After all, we were engaged long before this time and the only ones either of us had been with was the other. I don't know if it was my curiosity or my ego but something possessed me to start flipping back wards looking for that one word I'd seen before wanting to know what she had said about me. Finally I found it. I looked at the date and then worked back toward the front looking to see where that day started. I'm going to present to you her accounting of that day but perhaps I should tell you how it is that she came to be where she was at the time.
When we were seeing each other we were some 300 miles away from each other. Then, she left her job, ******, friends and moved in with me. Here best friend was getting married just a month before we were. The girls got their heads together and decided the only way that there were going to be able to make all the plans for the two wedding and whatever else was involved was if they did it in person. So, my now bride left for three days and two nights back to her home town. Bright and early Friday morning she was on the road headed back to the place of her birth and even before the car was out of site I was missing her. She called me three times that day telling me she had arrived and then again to tell me how the day was going and of course in the evening telling me what else they had accomplished and of course the usual heart felt exchanges of how we were both missing the other and expressing our love for each other.
On Saturday afternoon she called me and after telling me about how her day had gone by that time and some of what else needed to be accomplished that day she then told me about a Motorcycle Rally that was going on not all that far from where she was at. This is a yearly event and as she had grown up on a Harley it was an event that she had gone to on many an occasion. Of course, looking back on it now, I can't help but notice the coincidence that here weekend excursion just happened to coincide with the Rally week long event. I guess I should consider myself lucky that she told me her only desire was to attend that night as this was the last night of the event and she wanted to go to the bike show and of course last night party.
Looking back on it I wish I would have told her "No". But I knew that her two best friends, Mary and Cassie would be going. I knew that a lot of her friends that she had grown up with would be there and that this would probably be the last time that she would have the opportunity to be with any of them. So, I put up what was either a convincing act when I told her that I had no ill feelings of her going. Either that or she was far to interested in going to voice that she could tell that I was not sincere in my approval of her going. Either way, she told me how good I was to let her go and even informed me that she would only be going with her two female friends as well as to remind me that she no longer drank. Another thing that she had grown up with but something that she had given up for my piece of mind.
Now that you've got an idea as to how this all got started I guess I'll let you read her own account of that day's events. When you finish, put yourself in my shoes. Think about what options you would have and decide what you would do. After I you finish her accounting of the day I'll tell you what I have done about it.
"Hello Diary, I realize I've neglected you these last three days. My only excuse is that I've had something pretty important on my mind. I hope talking to you will make it easier. You know I went to Mary's for the weekend. You know that the reason was so that we could all get together to pick out patterns for both our weddings as well as getting measured for the dresses. What I failed to tell even you about is that the Tri-Field Bike Rally was also being held that weekend and I wanted so badly to go. But, you also know Karl's feelings about these things and I knew that if I told him about it that he would not let me go. So, I kept that from him.
I know it wasn't right to do so and you know that up till now I've always told him everything. Of course, what I've just told you is not the worse of it. You also know of all the changes and sacrifices I've made for him. I just couldn't seem to help myself. I wanted to go and didn't four see any problems with me going. I was going to two female friends. I had no intention of drinking. I didn't expect anything to take place that he would have gotten upset about and so I saw no reason not to go.
I called him Saturday afternoon and pretended that I had just that day found out the Rally was going on. I had given it a lot of thought as to what words I would use and exactly how I would present this issue to him giving me the best opportunity to have his permission to go. Of course I will confess that even if he had said "No", I still would have gone. I would then just have to hope that he didn't find out about it.
Mary and I spend the morning running all the places we had to be and by early afternoon we were finished. Back at Mary's apartment, I rehearsed one last time as to what I would say and how it was to be said. Then, I placed the call and began to present what I had practiced. Of course he threw me off a couple of time by asking a question and this was even before I began to tell him of the Rally. Finally, it was out. He knew I was asking his permission to go. Here he surprised me as I had anticipated several questions and even had written then out as well as the responses I would give. However, he only asked a couple and then told me to have a good time and to call him when I got back home. Of course, I promised him I would and had every intention of doing so.
When I got off the phone I was very excited and actually thought I was far to excited to sleep. Even though Mary did say she was going to go take a nap and did suggest I do the same. After all, we had done a great deal of running around by that time and the night was sure to be eventful with my plans of spending a great deal of the evening on the dance floor. After all, you know how long it's been since I was dancing and you know Karl will never take me.
Although I was very tired for some reason I just couldn't get to sleep. We had almost six hours till we would need to get ready to leave. Of those six I didn't get even two. Finally I gave up and simply puttered around the house till it was time for us to leave for the Rally. Our first stop was to pick up Mary's boyfriend, Danny, and Ray, a friend of theirs. Just a detail that I had neglected to tell Karl. We had a great time and all was going very well. Ray was naturally funny. By the time evening rolled around he had my sides aching from laughing to much. I told him if he didn't stop that I would be to sore to dance and his response was that in that case he wouldn't say a word since he had been looking forward to having me for a dance partner ever since Mary had told him what a great dancer I was.
Mary turned around in the seat and started telling me that when she had seen Ray dancing she knew that we would make great partners cause I was ever bit as good a dancer as he was and about the Dirty Dancing contest he had won. Now Diary, you have to believe me. I had not even thought anything about dancing with any guy. I was really looking forward to an evening of dancing but just assumed Mary would be my dance partner. And as for the Dirty Dancing you know that I had only done that with Cassie. I had never danced like that with a guy. Even my ex would never have allowed that and had even gotten upset on numerous occasions just from seeing me dancing that way with her. In some ways, Karl is even worse than Dan ever could be and if he ever saw me dancing like that with a guy there would be hell to pay.
We all had a lot of fun and even though Ray didn't do as he said by not saying a word, he was a great deal better about not carrying on as he had been. Even though his natural personality escaped several time and caused me to laugh for one reason or another. And by the time evening rolled around and we were on the dance floor I found out that he really was a great dancer. He knew all the dance steps to every song that was played and I was having a great time dancing with him. Diary, I'm ashamed to admit it but I didn't even have a thought about Karl go through my head most of that evening. I was enjoying myself far to much for that and Ray seemed to enjoy dancing every bit as much as I did. And maybe I learned that evening exactly how dancing could be the start of things getting out of hand.
We finished one dance and as we were leaving the dance floor he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me next to him as he leaned over so he was closer to my ear and told me that I was probably the best dance partner he had ever had. I remember I put my arm around his waist and thanked him for the compliment. Now, Diary, you have to believe me that I really didn't mean anything about it and I'm not really sure that I did anything wrong but maybe he just took the gesture wrongly. It did, however, become routine for him to hug me. I didn't really think much of it. Ray just seemed to be a very friendly person and a hug from him was just his way of being friendly. Of course, I knew that if Karl had been there to see it that he would have had something to say about Ray's being friendly, not to mention my hugging him back.
He said he was going after drinks and I asked for another Coke. Although Mary and Danny had been drinking ever since we first arrived Ray and I had both been drinking Coke. However, when he returned he had four beers, one for each of us. At first I said no, after all I had sworn off drinking. And yet, I was so hot and so thirsty and you do know how much I love the taste of an ice cold beer. I let him talk me into it. After all, one couldn't hurt me any. Just one more thing that I shouldn't have done.
I started to drink and it tasted so good and was so cold I had better than half of it downed before I stopped. I think I would have downed the entire thing except a really great song came on and I wanted back on the dance floor. I grabbed Ray's hand and started to pull him away from the table. He held back just long enough to put his own beer down and then hurried with me. He pulled me up against him and we just seemed to really be in sink with each other. He took complete control and moved me where and how he wanted. It was great being with someone who was a good a dancer as he was.
For the next few hours I was on the dance floor for most of every song. Most of them would be with Ray but then there were a lot of my friends there also and this was the first party I had attended since Dan and I filed for a divorce. He would never have allowed me to dance with another guy, even though he wouldn't dance with me himself and Karl was just like him in that both of them seemed to think that if I dance with a guy he would immediately get visions of fucking me or something. Dan really didn't even like for me to dance with the women but did at least tolerate it. Karl said he would take me dancing and simply sit with his back to the dance floor and let me dance with anyone I wanted to but he didn't even want to see it. This was probably the best night out I had experienced in my entire life.
It wasn't even Midnight yet and Mary was completely blitzed and Danny wasn't far behind. A few of our friends had campers there and I really wasn't wanting to leave and considered finding someone who had a place where we could leave them for a few hours. I didn't have any luck and Ray said we would just take them out and leave them in the car till the Rally ended at two. We really didn't have any trouble getting them to the car but then Mary got sick and Danny started causing a scene saying that the two of them were leaving. Ray and I both tried to calm him down but it was to no use, he was determined that the two of them were leaving. So, we gave in and after cleaning Mary up some we headed for their house, with Ray driving.
I didn't mean to do it but I fell asleep. I was sleeping so hard that I didn't even wake up when we got to Danny's house. When Ray woke me up we were back at Mary's. He then filled me in on what had happened and it seems that Mary wanted to stay with Danny so it was decided that Ray would take me back to Mary's and then he could take the car home and Danny would take Mary to his house in the morning to get it. He explained all this as we went into the house. Maybe another mistake was letting him come in but there didn't seem to be a problem with it at the time.
The first place I needed to be was in the bathroom. I don't know how much beer I had consumed but I needed to hurry and get rid of it. I told Ray where I was going and he told me to let him know when I got out cause he needed to do the same thing. After I finished I yelled at him and then went to the bedroom to take off my vest and shoes. With that done I was headed back to the living room. I didn't want this night to be over with this early. I was mad at Mary for getting ***** and ruining the evening. I was more than a bit depressed.
I started past the bathroom and Ray had left the door open. I glanced in as I started to pass and there he stood with one hand against the wall and he was leaning over the urinal. He had his face resting against his arm and there was no way for him to know I was standing there. In his far hand his held his dick. I noticed it was long, probably even longer than Dan's was and his was eight inches. I didn't want to get caught looking so I hurried past and went to the living room, turned on the stereo and flopped down in one of the chairs there.
Ray came into the living room and asked me if I was going to bed and maybe I should have told him yes, but instead I told him I wasn't tired yet. He asked if there was any beer, told him there was and he came back with one for each of us. Then he sat on the couch and we just talked.
Diary, I am so upset over all of this. I really wish now that I had never gone. But since I did go I cant look at the evening and say there was anything that I did that was bad. I know how Karl would say differently but where is the harm in a couple of beers? Where is the harm in giving someone a hug? Where is the harm in dancing with someone? Where is the harm in sitting and talking to someone? Karl would like to take me and put me in a glass bottle and keep me away from all people, my friends and everyone else. But up till this point I don't think I did anything wrong.
I don't know how long we talked when the same song that I liked so much, that we had danced to at the Rally came on the stereo. Ray jumped up and moved the coffee table and then lithely yanked me out of the chair. We started dancing and it was actually better than it had been at the rally. He had me pulled up next to him and he was in complete control. We moved all over that living room and he would spin me and move me and bend me this way and that. He is such a good dancer that he could make anyone look good if they only allowed him to do so and I allowed him to be in complete control.
The song ended and he held me in the position we were in when it ended. It was like we were froze in that position. I was so very aware of him then. He had me bent over backwards, pulled tightly against him. My one arm was around him holding on as if I were scared of falling, and yet he held me far to tightly to be able to do that. He had one of his legs between those of mine and it was pressed tight against my crotch. Our eyes were locked onto each others. I knew he was going to kiss me and yet I did nothing to stop him. In the seconds hesitation between the time it took for the song to end and him to kiss me, every time he had touched me throughout the evening suddenly raced through my mind. Several times he had touched my hand, my arm or even had momentary rubbed my back as he made some sort of comment that caused me to laugh. He had once even squeezed my leg as we sat at the table and laughed over something he had said. And once, as we were on the dance floor his hand had found it's way to my ass. Perhaps I should have slapped his face. Instead, I simply grasped his wrist and moved his hand higher and laughed at him when he told me that it was my own fault for having such a good looking butt. This caused me to giggle. We continued to dance through the song and when it ended we stood in the middle of the living room with our arms still around each other as we talked about different things that had gone on or we had seen at the rally, just sort of swaying slowly back and forth. Finally, the radio played another song but he didn't seem to notice, or if he did he just continued to slowly sway instead of actually dancing as he was capable of.
I remember we were looking directly into each others eyes and perhaps I should have seen what was on his mind but I didn't suspect a thing till suddenly he pulled me tight against him as his lips crushed themselves against mine. I would have pushed him away from me if there had been some way to get my hands between the two of us. I did attempt to struggle away from him but that proved to be a senseless effort.
One arm was wrapped around me and held the two of us tightly against each other. His other hand pulled my short skirt upward and began to grope and squeeze my bare ass. He even grasped the material of my G-string that lay between the cheeks of my ass and pulled it upward causing it to dig between the lips of my pussy.
I would never have sought out his attention, or that of any other person, and had no idea that my body was acting with favor toward what was taking place. I continued to struggle right up to the point where the hand against my back suddenly moved upward and grasped my hair so tightly that moving my head was impossible. Then, his lips left mine as he pulled back from me enough to look me directly in the eye as he said, "Damn, but your pussy is soaking wet!"
I was completely stunned. It was only then that I was even aware that the hand that had been on my ass had now slipped lower and was playing in and around the hole of my pussy. And, at the same time he lowered his face to the side of my neck where he began to roughly chew on the muscle right at the point where my neck and shoulder meet. Some how, he seemed to know exactly where each of my sensitive spots were located. I actually felt my legs turn to Jello and if it were not for the fact that his leg was under me I know I would have crashed to the floor.
It was as if I were floating, not even fully aware of my surroundings or what was happening until I bounced on the bed. He had obviously picked me up, carried me to my bed, then dropped me on my back. If, he had been a bit slower I may have gained enough composure to have stopped things from going any further. However, I no sooner landed on the bed than he had grasped me by my ankles, pulling me over to the edge of the bed, causing my short skirt to ride up almost to my waist. I know I told him "No" just before he buried his face between my legs, seeming to attack my soaking wet pussy like a starving man. Then thin material of my G-string provided me no protection. I don't know if he was eating me through or around the material but instantly I could feel my body building toward a climax.
Diary, I'm so ashamed. I wanted him to stop. I truly did. And yet, I have to admit, that I didn't for I was enjoying what he was doing to me. He buried his tongue deep inside and then withdrew it as he slid his tongue upward across my clit. I knew it had to already be standing up hard and tall. He repeated this process over and over again. Fucking me with his tongue for a half dozen strokes or so before sliding his tongue up the trench of my pussy till he reached my clit where he would first run his tongue across it then suck it into his mouth before squeezing it with his teeth, only to release it and again shove his tongue up inside me to start the process over again.
Finally, I climaxed. I do believe it was the most forceful and exhausting climax I have ever experienced in my lifetime. I'm not sure if I passed out from the climax or not but I do know that I had no idea of what was going on around me. The next conscious memory I have was Ray moving on top of me. For some reason I knew he was there and at the same time I didn't realize what he had in mind. I felt something tickling my face and I opened my eyes. It was Ray's hair. He was looking down and his long hair was brushing against my face. I reached up to move his hair at the same time that I again realized that he was doing something between my legs. My mind was in such a fog that I didn't even realize what he was intending to do. I moved his hair out of my face and even asked him what he was doing. It was just about then than he moved his hips and his cock began to enter me. I panicked. No way could I allow him to do this. It was bad enough what had already happened but to let him fuck me I just couldn't.
I tried to push him off of me, I really did. However, there was no way to stop him and he actually seemed to enjoy the fact I wanted him to stop. I cant give you an accounting of how the struggle went for Im not really aware of what all took place. I know that I got my feet up on the bed in order to try to push myself away from him but that seemed to only open myself wider to him and made entry for him easier. I know that somehow one of my hands wound up over my head with him holding it there with one hand while his same arm seemed to have my other arm trapped between it and the bed. This left him with one hand totally free and he used it to move his cock against my pussy. This all happened so quickly that I didn't even have the time to say "No" before he pushed himself inside me. Within seconds he was holding onto me with both hands as he slammed himself into me. He quickly got into a rhythm and worked himself in and out of me like a piston in a racing engine. He seemed so very excited and his fast movements and how with each thrust he seemed almost determined to drive his entire body inside of me. In no time at all I totally forgot about the fact that I was being *****. My body was overriding what my mind was saying and I began to drive myself up against him. His hands and mouth where all over me. I have no idea when my blouse was ripped open and my bra was shoved upward but he had managed to bare both my breasts and they were getting as much attention from his hands and mouth as my pussy was from his cock.
Finally, even though I am ashamed to admit to it, I drove myself up against him one final time and I heard myself scream in ecstacy. I was climaxing almost violently. Never in my life had I ever had a feeling like I was experiencing. My juices just seemed to pour out of me as I froze like a statue against him. I remember that I could hear that he was saying something but I have no idea what it was. My excitement was so overpowering that I was not even aware when he moved off of me.
At some point I did regain some composure and I opened my eyes. Ray was getting dressed. When he saw I was looking at me he smiled at me. But it wasn't like a smile of pleasure as much as it was a smile of devilishness. "You know," he said, "next time you are interested in getting fucked you should just say so instead of throwing out all the hints. Look at the time we wasted." I know I should have said something but I had no idea what to say. I simply laid there and watched him walk away.
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Now there was a lot more in her Diary but it was here that I heard the truck so I quickly put the Diary back where I had found it and then raced into the other room. The front door opened about the same time I discovered that not only did I have a Hard On but that the front of my pants were wet from the pre-cum that had leaked out of my hard cock. I headed for the bathroom.
There's more to this story, and I'll tell you about that here shortly ..... that is, if you care to hear.
by Trouble
(Trouble@operamail.com)
06-06-98
Just a couple of days ago my new bride and I were moving into our new apartment. In the middle of the afternoon she left to run to the store and I continued to unpack boxes. One of these boxes contained the contents of my old dresser and I carried the box into the bedroom to transfer the contents to the dresser we had purchased the day before at the Goodwill. Being a bit of a klutz at times I happened to knocked over a couple of items and one of them fell behind the dresser. In the course of retrieving what had fallen I discovered a thick book that I knew had not been one of the items I had knocked down there. I knew it wasn't mine so it had to have been my new bride's but why was it back there? Once I had it in hand I thumbed through it's pages as if I were shuffling a deck of cards. It was a Diary. Normally, I would have simply laid it on the dresser and gone one since her personal thoughts were none of my business. Except for the fact my eyes happened to catch one word. The word was "fucked".
By the time I realized I'd seen the word I had already gone several pages past it. I opened up the book and looked at the date at the top of the page. It was just five months ago. Now, I smiled. My thought was that she had written about me. After all, we were engaged long before this time and the only ones either of us had been with was the other. I don't know if it was my curiosity or my ego but something possessed me to start flipping back wards looking for that one word I'd seen before wanting to know what she had said about me. Finally I found it. I looked at the date and then worked back toward the front looking to see where that day started. I'm going to present to you her accounting of that day but perhaps I should tell you how it is that she came to be where she was at the time.
When we were seeing each other we were some 300 miles away from each other. Then, she left her job, ******, friends and moved in with me. Here best friend was getting married just a month before we were. The girls got their heads together and decided the only way that there were going to be able to make all the plans for the two wedding and whatever else was involved was if they did it in person. So, my now bride left for three days and two nights back to her home town. Bright and early Friday morning she was on the road headed back to the place of her birth and even before the car was out of site I was missing her. She called me three times that day telling me she had arrived and then again to tell me how the day was going and of course in the evening telling me what else they had accomplished and of course the usual heart felt exchanges of how we were both missing the other and expressing our love for each other.
On Saturday afternoon she called me and after telling me about how her day had gone by that time and some of what else needed to be accomplished that day she then told me about a Motorcycle Rally that was going on not all that far from where she was at. This is a yearly event and as she had grown up on a Harley it was an event that she had gone to on many an occasion. Of course, looking back on it now, I can't help but notice the coincidence that here weekend excursion just happened to coincide with the Rally week long event. I guess I should consider myself lucky that she told me her only desire was to attend that night as this was the last night of the event and she wanted to go to the bike show and of course last night party.
Looking back on it I wish I would have told her "No". But I knew that her two best friends, Mary and Cassie would be going. I knew that a lot of her friends that she had grown up with would be there and that this would probably be the last time that she would have the opportunity to be with any of them. So, I put up what was either a convincing act when I told her that I had no ill feelings of her going. Either that or she was far to interested in going to voice that she could tell that I was not sincere in my approval of her going. Either way, she told me how good I was to let her go and even informed me that she would only be going with her two female friends as well as to remind me that she no longer drank. Another thing that she had grown up with but something that she had given up for my piece of mind.
Now that you've got an idea as to how this all got started I guess I'll let you read her own account of that day's events. When you finish, put yourself in my shoes. Think about what options you would have and decide what you would do. After I you finish her accounting of the day I'll tell you what I have done about it.
"Hello Diary, I realize I've neglected you these last three days. My only excuse is that I've had something pretty important on my mind. I hope talking to you will make it easier. You know I went to Mary's for the weekend. You know that the reason was so that we could all get together to pick out patterns for both our weddings as well as getting measured for the dresses. What I failed to tell even you about is that the Tri-Field Bike Rally was also being held that weekend and I wanted so badly to go. But, you also know Karl's feelings about these things and I knew that if I told him about it that he would not let me go. So, I kept that from him.
I know it wasn't right to do so and you know that up till now I've always told him everything. Of course, what I've just told you is not the worse of it. You also know of all the changes and sacrifices I've made for him. I just couldn't seem to help myself. I wanted to go and didn't four see any problems with me going. I was going to two female friends. I had no intention of drinking. I didn't expect anything to take place that he would have gotten upset about and so I saw no reason not to go.
I called him Saturday afternoon and pretended that I had just that day found out the Rally was going on. I had given it a lot of thought as to what words I would use and exactly how I would present this issue to him giving me the best opportunity to have his permission to go. Of course I will confess that even if he had said "No", I still would have gone. I would then just have to hope that he didn't find out about it.
Mary and I spend the morning running all the places we had to be and by early afternoon we were finished. Back at Mary's apartment, I rehearsed one last time as to what I would say and how it was to be said. Then, I placed the call and began to present what I had practiced. Of course he threw me off a couple of time by asking a question and this was even before I began to tell him of the Rally. Finally, it was out. He knew I was asking his permission to go. Here he surprised me as I had anticipated several questions and even had written then out as well as the responses I would give. However, he only asked a couple and then told me to have a good time and to call him when I got back home. Of course, I promised him I would and had every intention of doing so.
When I got off the phone I was very excited and actually thought I was far to excited to sleep. Even though Mary did say she was going to go take a nap and did suggest I do the same. After all, we had done a great deal of running around by that time and the night was sure to be eventful with my plans of spending a great deal of the evening on the dance floor. After all, you know how long it's been since I was dancing and you know Karl will never take me.
Although I was very tired for some reason I just couldn't get to sleep. We had almost six hours till we would need to get ready to leave. Of those six I didn't get even two. Finally I gave up and simply puttered around the house till it was time for us to leave for the Rally. Our first stop was to pick up Mary's boyfriend, Danny, and Ray, a friend of theirs. Just a detail that I had neglected to tell Karl. We had a great time and all was going very well. Ray was naturally funny. By the time evening rolled around he had my sides aching from laughing to much. I told him if he didn't stop that I would be to sore to dance and his response was that in that case he wouldn't say a word since he had been looking forward to having me for a dance partner ever since Mary had told him what a great dancer I was.
Mary turned around in the seat and started telling me that when she had seen Ray dancing she knew that we would make great partners cause I was ever bit as good a dancer as he was and about the Dirty Dancing contest he had won. Now Diary, you have to believe me. I had not even thought anything about dancing with any guy. I was really looking forward to an evening of dancing but just assumed Mary would be my dance partner. And as for the Dirty Dancing you know that I had only done that with Cassie. I had never danced like that with a guy. Even my ex would never have allowed that and had even gotten upset on numerous occasions just from seeing me dancing that way with her. In some ways, Karl is even worse than Dan ever could be and if he ever saw me dancing like that with a guy there would be hell to pay.
We all had a lot of fun and even though Ray didn't do as he said by not saying a word, he was a great deal better about not carrying on as he had been. Even though his natural personality escaped several time and caused me to laugh for one reason or another. And by the time evening rolled around and we were on the dance floor I found out that he really was a great dancer. He knew all the dance steps to every song that was played and I was having a great time dancing with him. Diary, I'm ashamed to admit it but I didn't even have a thought about Karl go through my head most of that evening. I was enjoying myself far to much for that and Ray seemed to enjoy dancing every bit as much as I did. And maybe I learned that evening exactly how dancing could be the start of things getting out of hand.
We finished one dance and as we were leaving the dance floor he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me next to him as he leaned over so he was closer to my ear and told me that I was probably the best dance partner he had ever had. I remember I put my arm around his waist and thanked him for the compliment. Now, Diary, you have to believe me that I really didn't mean anything about it and I'm not really sure that I did anything wrong but maybe he just took the gesture wrongly. It did, however, become routine for him to hug me. I didn't really think much of it. Ray just seemed to be a very friendly person and a hug from him was just his way of being friendly. Of course, I knew that if Karl had been there to see it that he would have had something to say about Ray's being friendly, not to mention my hugging him back.
He said he was going after drinks and I asked for another Coke. Although Mary and Danny had been drinking ever since we first arrived Ray and I had both been drinking Coke. However, when he returned he had four beers, one for each of us. At first I said no, after all I had sworn off drinking. And yet, I was so hot and so thirsty and you do know how much I love the taste of an ice cold beer. I let him talk me into it. After all, one couldn't hurt me any. Just one more thing that I shouldn't have done.
I started to drink and it tasted so good and was so cold I had better than half of it downed before I stopped. I think I would have downed the entire thing except a really great song came on and I wanted back on the dance floor. I grabbed Ray's hand and started to pull him away from the table. He held back just long enough to put his own beer down and then hurried with me. He pulled me up against him and we just seemed to really be in sink with each other. He took complete control and moved me where and how he wanted. It was great being with someone who was a good a dancer as he was.
For the next few hours I was on the dance floor for most of every song. Most of them would be with Ray but then there were a lot of my friends there also and this was the first party I had attended since Dan and I filed for a divorce. He would never have allowed me to dance with another guy, even though he wouldn't dance with me himself and Karl was just like him in that both of them seemed to think that if I dance with a guy he would immediately get visions of fucking me or something. Dan really didn't even like for me to dance with the women but did at least tolerate it. Karl said he would take me dancing and simply sit with his back to the dance floor and let me dance with anyone I wanted to but he didn't even want to see it. This was probably the best night out I had experienced in my entire life.
It wasn't even Midnight yet and Mary was completely blitzed and Danny wasn't far behind. A few of our friends had campers there and I really wasn't wanting to leave and considered finding someone who had a place where we could leave them for a few hours. I didn't have any luck and Ray said we would just take them out and leave them in the car till the Rally ended at two. We really didn't have any trouble getting them to the car but then Mary got sick and Danny started causing a scene saying that the two of them were leaving. Ray and I both tried to calm him down but it was to no use, he was determined that the two of them were leaving. So, we gave in and after cleaning Mary up some we headed for their house, with Ray driving.
I didn't mean to do it but I fell asleep. I was sleeping so hard that I didn't even wake up when we got to Danny's house. When Ray woke me up we were back at Mary's. He then filled me in on what had happened and it seems that Mary wanted to stay with Danny so it was decided that Ray would take me back to Mary's and then he could take the car home and Danny would take Mary to his house in the morning to get it. He explained all this as we went into the house. Maybe another mistake was letting him come in but there didn't seem to be a problem with it at the time.
The first place I needed to be was in the bathroom. I don't know how much beer I had consumed but I needed to hurry and get rid of it. I told Ray where I was going and he told me to let him know when I got out cause he needed to do the same thing. After I finished I yelled at him and then went to the bedroom to take off my vest and shoes. With that done I was headed back to the living room. I didn't want this night to be over with this early. I was mad at Mary for getting ***** and ruining the evening. I was more than a bit depressed.
I started past the bathroom and Ray had left the door open. I glanced in as I started to pass and there he stood with one hand against the wall and he was leaning over the urinal. He had his face resting against his arm and there was no way for him to know I was standing there. In his far hand his held his dick. I noticed it was long, probably even longer than Dan's was and his was eight inches. I didn't want to get caught looking so I hurried past and went to the living room, turned on the stereo and flopped down in one of the chairs there.
Ray came into the living room and asked me if I was going to bed and maybe I should have told him yes, but instead I told him I wasn't tired yet. He asked if there was any beer, told him there was and he came back with one for each of us. Then he sat on the couch and we just talked.
Diary, I am so upset over all of this. I really wish now that I had never gone. But since I did go I cant look at the evening and say there was anything that I did that was bad. I know how Karl would say differently but where is the harm in a couple of beers? Where is the harm in giving someone a hug? Where is the harm in dancing with someone? Where is the harm in sitting and talking to someone? Karl would like to take me and put me in a glass bottle and keep me away from all people, my friends and everyone else. But up till this point I don't think I did anything wrong.
I don't know how long we talked when the same song that I liked so much, that we had danced to at the Rally came on the stereo. Ray jumped up and moved the coffee table and then lithely yanked me out of the chair. We started dancing and it was actually better than it had been at the rally. He had me pulled up next to him and he was in complete control. We moved all over that living room and he would spin me and move me and bend me this way and that. He is such a good dancer that he could make anyone look good if they only allowed him to do so and I allowed him to be in complete control.
The song ended and he held me in the position we were in when it ended. It was like we were froze in that position. I was so very aware of him then. He had me bent over backwards, pulled tightly against him. My one arm was around him holding on as if I were scared of falling, and yet he held me far to tightly to be able to do that. He had one of his legs between those of mine and it was pressed tight against my crotch. Our eyes were locked onto each others. I knew he was going to kiss me and yet I did nothing to stop him. In the seconds hesitation between the time it took for the song to end and him to kiss me, every time he had touched me throughout the evening suddenly raced through my mind. Several times he had touched my hand, my arm or even had momentary rubbed my back as he made some sort of comment that caused me to laugh. He had once even squeezed my leg as we sat at the table and laughed over something he had said. And once, as we were on the dance floor his hand had found it's way to my ass. Perhaps I should have slapped his face. Instead, I simply grasped his wrist and moved his hand higher and laughed at him when he told me that it was my own fault for having such a good looking butt. This caused me to giggle. We continued to dance through the song and when it ended we stood in the middle of the living room with our arms still around each other as we talked about different things that had gone on or we had seen at the rally, just sort of swaying slowly back and forth. Finally, the radio played another song but he didn't seem to notice, or if he did he just continued to slowly sway instead of actually dancing as he was capable of.
I remember we were looking directly into each others eyes and perhaps I should have seen what was on his mind but I didn't suspect a thing till suddenly he pulled me tight against him as his lips crushed themselves against mine. I would have pushed him away from me if there had been some way to get my hands between the two of us. I did attempt to struggle away from him but that proved to be a senseless effort.
One arm was wrapped around me and held the two of us tightly against each other. His other hand pulled my short skirt upward and began to grope and squeeze my bare ass. He even grasped the material of my G-string that lay between the cheeks of my ass and pulled it upward causing it to dig between the lips of my pussy.
I would never have sought out his attention, or that of any other person, and had no idea that my body was acting with favor toward what was taking place. I continued to struggle right up to the point where the hand against my back suddenly moved upward and grasped my hair so tightly that moving my head was impossible. Then, his lips left mine as he pulled back from me enough to look me directly in the eye as he said, "Damn, but your pussy is soaking wet!"
I was completely stunned. It was only then that I was even aware that the hand that had been on my ass had now slipped lower and was playing in and around the hole of my pussy. And, at the same time he lowered his face to the side of my neck where he began to roughly chew on the muscle right at the point where my neck and shoulder meet. Some how, he seemed to know exactly where each of my sensitive spots were located. I actually felt my legs turn to Jello and if it were not for the fact that his leg was under me I know I would have crashed to the floor.
It was as if I were floating, not even fully aware of my surroundings or what was happening until I bounced on the bed. He had obviously picked me up, carried me to my bed, then dropped me on my back. If, he had been a bit slower I may have gained enough composure to have stopped things from going any further. However, I no sooner landed on the bed than he had grasped me by my ankles, pulling me over to the edge of the bed, causing my short skirt to ride up almost to my waist. I know I told him "No" just before he buried his face between my legs, seeming to attack my soaking wet pussy like a starving man. Then thin material of my G-string provided me no protection. I don't know if he was eating me through or around the material but instantly I could feel my body building toward a climax.
Diary, I'm so ashamed. I wanted him to stop. I truly did. And yet, I have to admit, that I didn't for I was enjoying what he was doing to me. He buried his tongue deep inside and then withdrew it as he slid his tongue upward across my clit. I knew it had to already be standing up hard and tall. He repeated this process over and over again. Fucking me with his tongue for a half dozen strokes or so before sliding his tongue up the trench of my pussy till he reached my clit where he would first run his tongue across it then suck it into his mouth before squeezing it with his teeth, only to release it and again shove his tongue up inside me to start the process over again.
Finally, I climaxed. I do believe it was the most forceful and exhausting climax I have ever experienced in my lifetime. I'm not sure if I passed out from the climax or not but I do know that I had no idea of what was going on around me. The next conscious memory I have was Ray moving on top of me. For some reason I knew he was there and at the same time I didn't realize what he had in mind. I felt something tickling my face and I opened my eyes. It was Ray's hair. He was looking down and his long hair was brushing against my face. I reached up to move his hair at the same time that I again realized that he was doing something between my legs. My mind was in such a fog that I didn't even realize what he was intending to do. I moved his hair out of my face and even asked him what he was doing. It was just about then than he moved his hips and his cock began to enter me. I panicked. No way could I allow him to do this. It was bad enough what had already happened but to let him fuck me I just couldn't.
I tried to push him off of me, I really did. However, there was no way to stop him and he actually seemed to enjoy the fact I wanted him to stop. I cant give you an accounting of how the struggle went for Im not really aware of what all took place. I know that I got my feet up on the bed in order to try to push myself away from him but that seemed to only open myself wider to him and made entry for him easier. I know that somehow one of my hands wound up over my head with him holding it there with one hand while his same arm seemed to have my other arm trapped between it and the bed. This left him with one hand totally free and he used it to move his cock against my pussy. This all happened so quickly that I didn't even have the time to say "No" before he pushed himself inside me. Within seconds he was holding onto me with both hands as he slammed himself into me. He quickly got into a rhythm and worked himself in and out of me like a piston in a racing engine. He seemed so very excited and his fast movements and how with each thrust he seemed almost determined to drive his entire body inside of me. In no time at all I totally forgot about the fact that I was being *****. My body was overriding what my mind was saying and I began to drive myself up against him. His hands and mouth where all over me. I have no idea when my blouse was ripped open and my bra was shoved upward but he had managed to bare both my breasts and they were getting as much attention from his hands and mouth as my pussy was from his cock.
Finally, even though I am ashamed to admit to it, I drove myself up against him one final time and I heard myself scream in ecstacy. I was climaxing almost violently. Never in my life had I ever had a feeling like I was experiencing. My juices just seemed to pour out of me as I froze like a statue against him. I remember that I could hear that he was saying something but I have no idea what it was. My excitement was so overpowering that I was not even aware when he moved off of me.
At some point I did regain some composure and I opened my eyes. Ray was getting dressed. When he saw I was looking at me he smiled at me. But it wasn't like a smile of pleasure as much as it was a smile of devilishness. "You know," he said, "next time you are interested in getting fucked you should just say so instead of throwing out all the hints. Look at the time we wasted." I know I should have said something but I had no idea what to say. I simply laid there and watched him walk away.
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Now there was a lot more in her Diary but it was here that I heard the truck so I quickly put the Diary back where I had found it and then raced into the other room. The front door opened about the same time I discovered that not only did I have a Hard On but that the front of my pants were wet from the pre-cum that had leaked out of my hard cock. I headed for the bathroom.
There's more to this story, and I'll tell you about that here shortly ..... that is, if you care to hear.
