Debbie

by Barry Wagstaff

Debbie had been our secretary at work for a couple of years and though I did not see her socially she would interact with me in a very friendly way. She had a boyfriend with whom she had a very rocky relationship. She would frequently pour her heart out to me at work and cry over her lousy relationship. I was encouraging her to move on and not to become really dependent in this affair as it was going nowhere and evidently causing her great pain.

Debbie was of German heritage with alabaster-white skin and dark, dark brown hair. She was fully 5'8" tall and probably weighed in at 140 pounds. She had had a baby when she was in her teens and was very concerned about the appearance of her abdomen since she had stretch marks and a fair amount of loose skin as a result of losing weight after the baby. She had elected to not keep the baby. I thought she was attractive in a down-home-on-the-farm way, but was not romantically or even sexually interested in her.

One snowy Sunday morning I was watching TV in my living room when upon my door there came a knock. Investigating, I found Debbie standing there sobbing. I am listed in the phone book so am not surprised that she could find where I live, but this was a sudden and unexpected surprise. She rushed into my arms for a hug and dropped a bag she brought with her. After the hug, I picked up the bag and offered it to Debbie who carried it to the couch. I sat with her and inquired as to her unannounced visit. She explained that she and her boyfriend had had a major blowout the night before and that morning and that she needed a support system. I sympathized with her as she reached into the bag withdrawing a bottle of Jack Daniels. She said that she wanted to get thoroughly smashed to kill the pain of what she was going through. I voiced my concerns about habituation and she scoffed at the idea.

I told her where the glasses and ice were kept. She returned in a few minutes having mixed a drink for me as well. I generally rarely drink alcohol but since I had no particular responsibilities that Sunday, I joined her. She gulped down 4 drinks to my one and was quickly soused. I was beginning to wonder what was going on with her since we could hardly communicate with her skunk drunk (have you really ever seen a drunk skunk?). Debbie staggered to her feet and reached out for my hand. I offered it to her and she led me to my bedroom. Whaaaaaat?

"Debbie,", I started, "we don't have this kind of relationship and besides you have a boyfriend." I had not been laid in over 2 months and was concerned that I was easily seducible. Debbie said nothing but crossed her arms in front of her and, grasping the lower edges of her sweat shirt, pulled it up over her head. So, this is what this whole thing was about. Next she unbuttoned her jeans and let them drop to the floor, stepping out of them. Now she was clad only in bra and panties. She began unbuttoning my shirt while I reached out and held onto her shoulders. Over my admittedly weak protestations she disrobed me. My dick was not erect at all when she touched it. She pulled back the covers, reached behind her and unhooked her bra casting it aside. She pushed her panties to the floor and jumped into bed, pulling me behind her. "Make love to me!", she implored. I hesitantly sucked first on one nipple and then the other. With my left hand I felt her slit and she was soaked. My finger easily slipped inside of her and she arched her back and moaned in response. "Fuck me.", she exclaimed. My cock was still soft so that was not much possible yet.

Moving down I positioned myself so that I could lick her pussy and lick I did. Debbie began making a lot of noise and thrashing about. She sounded like she was laughing right out loud. I lapped and licked and sucked for a time while she laughed, tossing her head from side-to-side. Finally, with my dick only slightly erect I moved up and entered her. This was my first experience of sex with a woman who had had a baby. She was so wet that I was not sure I could adequately evaluate the tightness of her pussy. She was not tight by any stretch of the imagination. I began thrusting in her and oddly, she left her legs completely flat, outstretched on the bed. She did not thrust back and then I became aware of her 'laughing'. It was not laughing at all but uncontrollable sobbing.

Damn! I knew this was a lousy idea. I pulled out of her and rolled off. Debbie immediately rolled over and began begging me, between sobs, to cum inside of her. I declined but told her that we needed to talk about this whole thing, to get it into some sort of perspective. She refused and began to dress. Nothing I could say changed her mind and she left crying.

Monday Debbie was at work but would not even make eye contact with me. She resigned that day and I have never heard from her since.

I wondered if a loose pussy was the inevitable result of having babies. I could not believe that every woman out there who had had a kid ended up goose loose. It would have to wait until another day for me to find out.