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Fundamentally Roger
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Ok, here's my first erotic fiction. I grant permission to reproduce it
electronically.
FUNDAMENTALLY ROGER
CHARLIE METCALF
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."
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