Fundamentally Roger
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Roger and Debbie both grew up in very sheltered and repressed childhoods.
They attended the same church, and a very conservative one at that. They
married at age eighteen, obeying the dictates of their religion (both were
virgins). Both were very naive to the realities of life as adults. They had
a lot of growing up to do together.

Roger found himself steadily employed throughout the years of their
marriage. At work he heard the other guys bragging of their sexual exploits.
Poor Roger thought there was nothing more to sex than the missionary
position. Roger had mixed emotions when he heard talk of sex in the kitchen,
sex in elevators, two partners in one night, and other diversities. From a
religious standpoint he considered his co-workers actions as immoral.
Something deep inside of him was enchanted by the possibilities.

What fascinated Roger the most was his friends' talk of oral sex. He decided
to try this at home with Debbie. One night in bed (the only place Roger and
Debbie ever did it), he started by kissing her lips. After long and
passionate kisses he kissed his way to her ears, then down her neck. He
kissed her shoulders, then down the front of her chest to her breasts. Every
time his lips touched the soft warmth of Debbie's skin, Roger loved it. He
believed Debbie was having a good time, too. Roger kissed his way down to
her flat youthful abdomen. He felt mixed feelings of excitement and anxiety
over whether he was about to do was to be wonderful, or something he would
regret. Continuing down he made a slight turn to the left and kissed his way
half way down her thigh. He loved the contour of her thighs. Debbie
responded by moving her knees apart a bit. Roger crossed over and started
kissing his way up her right leg. As he got closer to his intended target he
felt her pubic hair against the side of his face. He found the courage and
put his tongue to her vagina. Debbie responded by spreading her legs wider.
Roger continued and felt Debbie's hips starting to raise and lower. He could
hear from her breathing that she was really enjoying his efforts. Roger's
fears melted away; he found it easy to continue. He persisted until Debbie
came, gasping as he had never heard before.

Roger placed his head against Debbie's breasts. She held him tightly and
thanked him. Then she asked him if she thought it was disgusting. Roger
answered that it wasn't. Debbie didn't seem to believe him. Roger then asked
Debbie if she would perform oral sex on him. Debbie told Roger in no
uncertain terms that she was never going to give him oral sex. She
considered human genitals to be dirty and vulgar. This disappointment
haunted Roger for all the years of their marriage.

In many other ways they were suited for each other. They wound up having
three children and buying a two story house in the suburbs. They had an RV
and took long trips as a family each summer. Roger was completely taken by
surprise three weeks after their youngest child graduated from high school,
when Debbie moved out and filed for divorce. Debbie said she was in love
with her aerobics instructor and had been so for almost a year.

Roger lived alone for the next two years. He only went out with two women,
one date each.

One night he had to work until 11 P.M. on a major project. By the time he
drove to his town it was 11:45. He went into the supermarket to pick-up a
few items. When he got to the check stand he was the only customer. The
clerk smiled at him. The smile captured Roger's imagination. There was a
sparkle in her eyes. This woman seemed so very alive. They spoke for a
couple of minutes after she gave Roger his change and receipt. He was so
mesmerized he could hardly take his eyes off of hers to notice her name tag,
"Annie."

The next two nights Roger went to the market, even though he really didn't
need anything. Annie wasn't there. Then on Saturday morning he went in to do
his regular shopping. He hoped Annie would be there. Roger perked up when he
saw she was there. The frustrating part was she was working the express lane
and he had a cart full of goods. She looked up and saw him. They smiled at
each other.

On Sunday he went to the hardware store, then the gas station. He was
gassing up his Chevy Impala when a Mazda Miata convertible pulled up to the
pump near him. It was Annie. Roger and Annie struck up a conversation. Their
personalities clicked perfectly. Although brought up in a different religion
from Roger, Annie had also been brought up very conservatively. She had been
married for fifteen years to a man who left her for a nineteen-year-old.
Annie's only child was in another state with Annie's ex. After what seemed
like only seconds of talking they found themselves confronted by annoyed
customers asking them to move their cars so others could buy gas. They
decided to go across the street to the diner to have a cup of coffee. There
they talked for hours. Being like most guys, Roger would cast an occasional
glance to check out Annie's figure. She wore loose fitting clothes but she
appeared reasonably slender and moderately attractive in figure. Her face
continued to enchant him.

From this point on they became buddies. They never went on a romantic date
as a couple. They just did things together. A lot of things. She phoned him
on Thanksgiving morning knowing he would be home. The phone rang 14 times
before he answered. He explained that the high winds during the previous
night's rain storm had blown down his entire back fence. He had been outside
trying to figure out how to rebuild the fence. Annie came over and spent the
entire day re-erecting the fence with Roger. By the end of the day they were
not only tired, but covered with mud. It was obvious they both needed a
shower. The thought occurred to him that it would be an absolute delight to
shower with Annie. He imagined what she would look like in the shower. Then
his conservative upbringing stepped in and left this notion unspoken; their
relationship was a friendly one, not romantic.

Annie went into the garage and stripped off all of her clothes. She threw
her clothes into the washing machine and then went into the house. Roger
didn't even peek. He waited for the door to the house to close before he
entered the garage. Roger threw his clothes into the washer and started the
machine. He entered the house only after hearing that the shower was
running. Roger wrapped himself in a towel and waited for Annie. Some minutes
later Annie emerged dressed in a clean pair of Roger's sweats. Roger then
showered and also put on some sweats.

Roger told Annie how thankful he was for her working all day in the mud with
him on Thanksgiving. Annie said she enjoyed it, and opened her arms for a
hug. When they hugged they could feel the electricity flow. Roger kissed her
on the cheek, then on the lips. Instantly their kisses grew passionate and
urgent. Roger placed one hand on each side of her torso. He ran his hands
down and felt the curve of her hips. Poor Roger's feelings were as never
before in his life. From outside the sweat suit Roger ran his hands over her
rear, then her breasts. Annie ran her hands all over Roger's chest then
reached her hand down the front of his pants. She grabbed onto Roger's dick.
She found it to be not as long or thick as that of her ex-husband (her only
other partner in her life), but she didn't remember her ex-husband's thing
ever being this hard. She began to stroke it gently. Roger was just about to
jump out of his own skin in ecstasy. He grasped Annie's wrist and told her
to stop. He explained that if she were to continue, he would embarrass
himself within the next few seconds. Annie replied that it was her womanly
prowess and he should just let go and enjoy it. He relented and she
continued. In about half a minute he experienced the first of many
delightful orgasms he was to have with Annie. Afterwards they cuddled for an
hour or more.

Since their relationship had changed so suddenly and so powerfully they
suddenly had a host of topics to discuss. They discussed all of the things
neither of them had ever done: alcohol, tobacco, drugs, marital infidelity,
cheating on income tax, driving more than five miles over the posted limit,
tearing the tag off of a mattress, etc. One of the topics they discussed was
sex. Roger mentioned his desire for oral sex. At the very mention Annie's
eyes watered up as though she was ready to cry. She said she was totally
inexperienced. She begged Roger not to abandon her for her lack of
experience. She asked for some time to consider his request. Roger's mild
disappointment was tempered with his joy over his new love. Roger had some
worry over the voice in the back of his head which said, "not me, not
again."

Roger invited Annie to spend the night. She agreed. Roger offered to go down
on her. Annie said she wasn't ready to try that yet. They made love on his
bed, with her on top. This was a first for both of them. She moved in six
days later.

About eight weeks later he came home from work on a Friday. Annie was all
dressed up. She had just had her hair done, and was looking mighty fine to
Roger. Annie mentioned a restaurant she wanted to go to because she had
always liked their food. No surprise here, it was also one of Roger's
favorites. They drove the 22 miles to the restaurant in Roger's Impala. He
kept the aging car in near perfect condition, but the heater had failed a
few days earlier. They bundled up for the cold late January evening's ride.

When they left the restaurant they agreed it had been worth the long drive.
As Roger turned onto the freeway, Annie started running her hand up and down
his thigh. She ran her hand over his groin slowly and gently a couple of
times, then returned to his thigh. She had Roger's undivided attention.
Roger was worried because he normally gave the road his attention when he
was driving. Annie unzipped his pants. She reached in and pulled out her
little friend. Rock hard as usual. She started to stroke it in between times
when she ran her hand down his thighs and over his balls, which were still
inside his pants. She leaned over towards Roger's lap. The night air had
made Annie's hands cold quickly. Roger loved the feel of Annie's cold palm
on his hot dick. Annie moved so her face was inches from his cock. She
exhaled warm breath onto it after rubbing it with her cold hand. Roger was
absolutely beside himself. She then placed Roger's dick between the palm of
her hand and the soft skin of her face. She held it there for several
moments. Roger begged her for mercy, saying, "Come on, Annie, blow me."
Annie didn't answer but began to caress his shaft with the side of her cheek
and her hand. Roger enjoyed every moment, but we know he wanted more. Again
he begged her to blow him. Annie said, "You'll have to wait until we get
home." Just then Roger looked at his speedometer. He was going 32 M.P.H. on
the freeway! Time to speed up and get home quickly. Annie continued to
stroke his thing all the way home, right into the driveway. Annie left him
to put his hard-on back into his pants for the walk from the driveway to the
front door. She seemed amused by his predicament. No way to sneak through
the garage, her Mazda taking up that space.

Once they got inside there was the usual kissing and fondling, and
undressing. But to his dying day Roger will never forget the events of the
minutes that followed Annie's warm, inviting and nurturing utterance to her
beloved Roger, "I want you to come in my mouth."