Summer Rebound

I met Jan at the Wichita State student bar. Her friend Dana, who lived in my neighborhood, introduced us. She was nice looking, standing 5' 10", 2" shorter than I, slender with 34B boobs and light olive colored skin. Her hair was shoulder length, black, parted in the middle with a bit of a wave. Her hair style was toned down Farrah Fawcett. Very popular in those days.

We had a pleasant conversation. She wanted to attend Kansas State from which I just graduated. However, she was Lebanese. Her folks wanted her to meet a nice Lebanese boy. None attended K-State. Plenty attended WSU and KU. You could feel the desperation in her voice.

Under normal circumstances I would have jumped at the opportunity to take her out.

The problem was I was suffering from a broken heart.

The last year and a half at K-State I dated a girl who I thought was the one.

Our first year of dating were heavenly except for one thing. She had to have her way. When she wanted her way, she dug in her heels and waited me out. I thought once we were married that would change. Silly me.

The last half year we dated when she wanted her way she was a bitch.

She was my first serious girlfriend. I did not know how to end the relationship plus we were in a small group in a class.

She dumped me after my fraternity's formal, which was the social event of my collegiate career. She did not take me to her sorority formal. Her sorority formal was a huge deal that year. It was their chapter's 65th anniversary and she rubbed it in my face. I tried to get back with her, but nothing worked. She enjoyed making my last semester hell.

It took me a couple of days to get the courage to call Jan.

I had a problem. I could not remember her name. I was not going to call her friend Dana because she had a big mouth. Dana would tell the world I was interested in taking Jan out.

I knew she was a year younger than me, but that was it. I grabbed my senior year high school yearbook and looked up her classes' photographs.

Good fortune smiled on me that day. Her name was the first alphabetically in the yearbook, Jan Aboud.

I found her telephone number and address in an old high school directory.

Jan answered the phone when I called. She immediately remembered me. We had a pleasant conversation.

Our plans were to attend a movie Thursday night and go out for a beer.

I figured this was my chance to show Jan's parents good guys, like me, attended K-State and maybe they would forget the nice Lebanese boy thing.

I wore a dark green Izod, tan shorts and topsiders.

Her home was about a mile from mine. She lived in a nice neighborhood in a ranch style house with a swimming pool.

When I got to her house her mother opened the door.

I took the initiative.

"Mrs. Aboud, I presume. Matt Moore."

With a smile on my face, I stuck my hand out and shook her's.

She looked impressed.

"Nice to meet you.", she replied.

Before a conversation started Jan appeared.

She looked great. Jan was wearing a short belted floral print red dress with tan flats. She was careful not to stand taller than me. Her hair was the same toned down Farah Fawcett style with a bit more flare.

We went to see "Airplane!" at the local mall theatre.

The movie was hilarious. I roared with laughter. Jan found it funny too, but not as much as I. About half an hour into the movie I toned down my laughter.

After the movie we went out for a beer.

We had a delightful conversation. It was the first time her and I got to chat. We covered all sorts of subjects. The conversation flowed. No awkward moments. I told her a little about my ex-girlfriend, but not much.

Midway through the conversation I addressed trying to get her folks to warm up to her attending K-State.

"I know you want to attend K-State."

"In the worst way, but my folks want me to meet Lebanese guys and there aren't any there.

"Maybe I can impress upon your folks that there are a lot of good guys at K-State who are not Lebanese. You and I going out some more and meeting them more can't hurt, besides I like spending time with you."

"You're sweet. We'll give it a try. How about Sunday night? My dad will be home and you can meet him."

"Sounds good."

About thirty minutes later I took her home. We made plans for Sunday to attend a movie and go out for a beer. The goodnight kiss was good.

I stopped by Jan's place at 6:30 Sunday evening. Her dad met me at the door. I introduced myself, called him Mr. Aboud, looked him in the eye and gave him a firm handshake.

He looked favorably upon my introduction. He introduced himself as Jack Aboud.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Jack Aboud was a well-known restauranteur in Wichita. He had a reputation for starting successful restaurants, selling to his investment partners and moving on to this next project. A very impressive guy.

After the movie Jan and I were having a beer. We were having a good time. Then I saw someone who resembled my ex-girlfriend. I froze.

"Matt, you look like you've seen a ghost."

"There is a girl over there who resembles my recent-ex girlfriend. I need to tell you the rest of the story."

For the next half hour I told Jan about my ex- and our relationship.

She was sympathetic.

"I've heard stories like yours. You can't expect things to change after marriage like wedding vows are a magic elixir. You have to correct things before marriage."

"How true. I've learned my lesson." I replied.

Soon we wound the evening down. The goodnight kiss was better than the first.

I felt good about the time Jan and I spent together, but I was in no mood to get into a new relationship. I still had the ex- on my mind. Like all the time. It sucked.

Jan and I went out about one night a week. That's all our schedules could handle. She worked five nights a week at her dad's restaurant and some day shifts. Once we swam in her pool.

I always found something to compliment. Her hair, her outfit, her perfume, her jewelry. She enjoyed the compliments.

We enjoyed each other's company. We were getting to know each other. We were becoming friends.

I was still hung up on the old girlfriend. I swore at her under my breath daily. Jan sensed it. We talked about it.

It felt good to talk about things with her.

But I was determined not to fall for her. In August I was going to grad school at the University of Texas. I did not need a long-distance romance. Jan sensed that. I appreciated her presence and patience.

However, the last two times we went out we held hands. It was now-mid August.

I was leaving for Texas on a Tuesday, August 19. I had my apartment lined up. Going a week early gave me an opportunity to rent furniture, take care of utilities, get to know the city, etc., etc.

Coincidentally, Jan's folks were going out of town the Sunday prior. They were checking out an upscale restaurant chain opportunity.

She wanted to take me to dinner and spend our last evening at her house hanging around the pool. I was looking forward to it.

Regarding going to Texas, I was packed and ready to go Monday afternoon.

I arrived at her house at 5:30. I was wearing my summer dating uniform of a knit shirt, tan shorts and topsiders.

Jan looked great. She was wearing a summer floral tropical top with matching bright yellow jacket and shorts. Her hair was the usual toned down Farrah Fawcett style.

"You look great tonight, especially your jacket and shorts combination."

She giggled and smiled, "Thank you.

"Let's go to my Uncle Abe's place."

"Let's." Uncle Abe's place was the best steakhouse on the west side of town.

We had a wonderful time. Our conversation flowed smoother than ever. It was like I was beginning to get over the old girlfriend.

Driving to her place I suggested we get a bottle of champagne.

"I love your idea."

Jan wrapped her arms around my right arm. She leaned on my shoulder and sighed.

We got to Jan's house. She sprinted inside. I grabbed the champagne and my swim trunks.

By the time I got to the kitchen she had changed into her swimsuit. It was new.

The swimsuit was a green and white floral bikini with a knotted bandeau top. The bandeau top just covered her boobs. It made her boobs look bigger.

"I got this for you."

"Thanks for thinking of me. You look fantastic."

We jumped into the pool and swam around for a while. Jan kept her hair out of the water.

I swam to the pool edge, got out and went for the champagne.

Rummaging around in the kitchen I found two champagne flutes.

I popped the cork and filled the flutes, let the bubbles recede and filled them again.

Walking to the pool Jan was sitting at the pool edge, her legs dangling in the water, her back to me.

Jan did not notice me approaching. I got to her right side. Her eyes were closed like she was in a trance. She was running her left hand inside her bandeau top and her right hand was probing inside her bikini bottom.

I retraced a few step and bumped a pool chair.

Jan snapped out of her trance.

"For you." I handed her a champagne flute.

"Oh, thanks." She appeared to be a bit embarrassed, a bit flustered and a bit appreciative.

I sat to her right.

"To a great evening." I said. We clinked glasses. Both of us took a long drink.

Jan rested her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my left hand around her shoulder. She sighed.

We drank in silence.

When our flutes were empty, I got up and went for more champagne.

Filling the flutes killed the bottle.

"You made this a great summer for me. After my ex-girlfriend dropped me hard, I felt dreadful. I was miserable. I had no one to talk to. Then I met you. You cannot imagine how much your sympathetic ear means to me. Words cannot describe my gratitude."

Jan pulled her head away. She was fighting back tears.

She said, "I need to go inside."

I did not know what to think.

Two minutes later Jan exited the house. She had a confused look on her face.

She stopped a few feet from me. I got on my feet.

There was a pregnant pause.

Jan put her hands behind her back.

"I need you. I want you to remember me."

She unhooked her bandeau top. It fell off her body. Her boobs looked perfect. Perky. Symmetrical. Jan's areola was about an inch in diameter. Her nipples were pencil eraser size. There were goose bump on her boobs. I senced excitement and tension.

Jan extended her hand.

"Come with me."

She led me to her bedroom.

Jan faced me. Her eyes were glassy. "I want you to remember me. I want you to come back to me Thanksgiving."

She placed her hands on the sides of my face and started kissing.

I stepped up the kissing intensity. Before long we were furiously French kissing.

My right thumb and forefinger began gently twisting her left nipple. She ummmed.

Next my hand engulfed her entire left boob. Her ummming got louder.

Soon I was sucking her left boob. She groaned with delight.

I switched boobs. Her moaning continued.

Jan wrapped her hands around my head and squeezed.

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so bad."

"We need protection."

"I took care of that this afternoon."

She broke away. Opening a drawer on the night stand she pulled out five rubbers and dropped them on the nightstand.

We resumed kissing. My right hand probed her bikini bottom. My index finger entered her slit. She was very wet.

My hands grabbed her bikini bottom and slowly lowered it. While bending my knees my tongue slid down her torso. Once the bikini was on the ground she stepped out of it.

I removed my swim trunks.

We embraced. My cock felt her wetness.

I grabbed a rubber and opened the wrapper. Jan took the rubber, bent down, sucked the top third of my cock and rolled it onto my manhood.

Silently she lowered her body onto her bed. She looked at me longingly with her emerald green eyes.

My body straddled hers. We started gently kissing. The kissing intensified.

Then I slid my cock in her love box. She was so wet it slid in easily.

We went at it slowly at first. We gradually build-up momentum. It felt wonderful.

Jan started moaning with every thrust.

Withing ten seconds I started to cum intensely. Four times in all. I dribbled out a little more.

Jan's moaning deepened with every thrust. She came four or five times. I kept thrusting. Thirty seconds later she came two more times.

"Stop!" Jan wailed. My thrusting stopped.

I rolled to her side.

She immediately hugged me.

"That was so great. Waiting so long made it so much better. I wish you could spend the night, but your folks and the long drive tomorrow get in the way."

Jan buried her face into my chest and faintly sobbed.

"I know. This evening had been special."

Jan pulled her head back. Tears were in her eyes.

"I wish I could call you every night, but you will be super busy with grad school and long-distance rates are so high. I promise I will write you. I'm not much of a letter writer, but I promise I will write you every week."

"That's special of you to say that. I will write you with my address as soon as I get to Austin. Your letters will be highlight of my week."

"Thanks. It will be a long time to Thanksgiving."

"I know. But we'll make it."

We laid together, hugging in silent bliss.

It was nearing 10:00 PM.

"I'd love to stay, but I've got an early morning tomorrow."

"I know.", Jan sounded deflated. "Don't forget to write. Please."

"Count on it."

We dressed in silence.

We walked hand in hand to the front door.

"You have been magnificent this summer. You made the unbearable bearable. I cannot thank you enough."

Jan looked at her feet. "Thanks. I could tell you were hurting. I'm glad I helped."

We looked into each other's eyes. We kissed. We kissed like it was the last time. We kissed for a long time.

"I've got to go."

"I know."

We stood arm in arm. I edged away. My hand inched down her arm and hand. Our fingertips connected for a couple of seconds.

I slowly walked to my car.

At my car I turned towards Jan and forced a smile. Jan did the same.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.