Regrets
“So Gramps, you‘ve been smiling the last few days.
What gives?”
The elderly man looked at his grandson with stern
eyes.
“Son, I been meaning to talk to you about how you
treat your girlfriend.”
“What!??” The shock on the young man’s face was far
more revealing than he wanted it to be. The young man
blushed brightly.
“Sit down son, let me tell you a story about when I
was your age.”
The old man’s eyes grew misty as he began to talk.
“Son, I knew this girl that was head over heals in
love with me . . . . . and I with her. She was
gorgeous! Perfect figure, perfect face, her whole
person was as beautiful as can be, inside and out.
“I was a long distance road bike rider back then. And
I was pretty good at it too. None of the other guys
could keep up with me, especially not on the hills. I
could blow them all away when we hit the hills.
“Then this pesky girl wanted to come along, kept
making moon eyes at me. I tried to act like it was no
big deal to me, of course.
“But she was a looker.
“Us guys finally let her ride one Saturday morning
with us. We were on a long ride, probably about fifty
miles or so. None of us expected her to last past the
first hill, let alone all day long.
“Well that night, she rode into town right on my tail.
She had not been more than a bike’s length behind me
all day. Together we rode back into town at least ten
minutes before the rest of the guys. I had tried all
day to shake her, but no way! She was right on my
tail every time I looked back!
“We were boyfriend and girlfriend after that.
Inseparable.
“Well as the days and weeks passed, and as our
birthdays approached, we started getting more and more
intimate. You know, innocent stuff. What would be
considered innocent today any way. Kissing, necking
after I took her home in my car, that sort of thing.
But I did respect her.
“Well, the night before my birthday she had whispered
in my ear that she was going to give herself to me for
my birthday present. You might remember that my
birthday is June 5th. We had just graduated from high
school.
“Just like now, graduating high school seniors back
then thought they knew everything in the world there
is to know. I think a high school senior is as old
and experienced as a man ever gets. That very summer,
a man starts to gain real experience, and they start
to realize just how little they do know.
“I was no different. Like her I was still a virgin.
I didn’t want any of my buddies to know that, but I
was, never the less. They had all bragged about all
the girls they had had sexual relations with. I was
the only one that still was a virgin, at least that is
what I thought.
“Had I known that they had mostly been lying to me,
the next day, my birthday, might have turned out
entirely differently. And my life too.
The old man stopped for a few minutes. His eyes were
looking far far away. Forty years of memories flooded
his face.
The young man fidgeted, waiting impatiently for the
old man to continue.
Finally his old body took a deep breath and he
continued:
“Hey babe! You ready to roll on down the highway,
gorgeous?” His debonair smile carried a ton of
excitement. Today he would become a real man, not
some tender foot virgin boy. She had promised him so
last night!
“Sure Guy! I’m ready for whatever you want today
honey! Happy birthday!” She bussed his cheek, half
embarrassed to be kissing him in front of the rest of
the guys.
The rest of the bike riders all gave Guy a hard time
for it being his birthday. The arm hitting and
nooggies went on entirely too long. Finally Guy
mounted his bike and pedaled off. Shannon was right
behind him, as usual. For the first hour, they all
pedaled in a loose group.
As the miles wore on, Guy began to fantasize about how
it would be. Making love for the first time, making
love with his gorgeous sexy Shannon no less. He knew
all the other guys would really envy him if they knew
he was dicking his girlfriend!
He felt like the world was his today, this perfect
day, his birthday, the day he would become a man! He
was happy.
And he was hard. He could see his hard cock whenever
he looked down at his crotch. And his erection moved
slightly against his leg as he pedaled. It kept him
focused on the sex he would have later on.
He began to wonder if his was as big as the other
guys, or if his was puny and small and thin. What
would Shannon think of his cock? Would she like it?
He began to fret about that.
During lunch, Shannon sat close beside him. She
placed the side of her breast against his bicep. It
felt so firm, so hard, so right, pressing against his
arm like that.
“Hey man, look at your crotch! You got a fucking hard
on man!” The whole group started to laugh as Guy
blushed in embarrassment.
That had started the ribbing, and it continued as they
rode. Guy got frustrated. His irritation began to
show as they again all ribbed him about his cock
getting hard just from a girl’s tit touching his arm.
Shannon had gotten very quiet as the ribbing went
beyond the normal bounds of decency,
On their afternoon break, the comment that broke it
all open came from Miles. He was admittedly a real
smart ass, but this time his comment was way over the
line for mixed company.
“Hey Guy! You must be a fucking virgin to get a god
damn hard on just from a little tittie rub!” The
whole group laughed like hell.
“I ain’t no virgin you fucking asshole!”
“Yeah? Prove it man, fuck her right here while we
watch. Show us how big a man you are. Put up or shut
up, weany dick! Not a virgin! Shit, the rest of us
all been boning our girls for years now. You’re still
just kissing when you go parking!” The group was
beside itself now. A mob mentality had taken over.
Shannon’s eyes were scared. But being the tom-boy she
was, she refused to show it.
Pushed past his limits, Guy jumped up, put his arms on
his hips, looked down at the girl he loved more than
any one in the world, and sealed his own fate. “Stand
up bitch, I’m going to show these assholes that I am
no weenie dick!”
Hesitantly Shannon got to her feet, her eyes huge.
She was frightened. But she decided to trust her love
for him, for her Guy.
Brusquely, her beloved boyfriend unceremoniously
unbuttoned her blouse, removed it, revealing her
milk-white breasts to the lecherous eyes of the other
boys. He roughly handled her tender nakedness. Then
without further adieu, he unbuttoned her shorts and
removed them. Shannon stood there, quivering, her
panties and tennis shoes the only things still
covering her, protecting her from the lascivious eyes
of the other boys.
Her heart shattered beyond belief, her faith in her
beloved Guy in tatters, her eyes filled with tears,
she simply stood there while Guy went on, attempting
to prove his own masculinity.
His fingers were extremely rough as he yanked her
white cotton panties down. Then without further adieu
he pushed her over into the bushes, pulled down his
own shorts and underwear, and mounted her.
Shamed beyond belief, Shannon simply lay there, tears
streaming down her face, her legs splayed open, and
endured the horrible pain of the breaking of her
hymen, the humiliating deflowering of her virginity in
front to the rest of the crowd, and the acceptance of
sperm into her excruciatingly dry, unprotected body.
Guy, after he had exploded, had gotten up, pulled up
his shorts, gotten on his bike and rode off.
Shocked, numbed by the cruelty Guy had shown Shannon,
the rest of them rode off, the sound of her
heartbroken sobbing in the bushes haunting them for
the rest of the day. The last thing Guy remembered of
her was looking back over his shoulder, seeing her
white, naked, shuddering legs protruding beyond a
bush, hearing her sobs of humiliation and betrayal.
Guy hated himself from that moment forward.
The young man stared at his grandfather, too shocked
to speak.
“Yes son, I did those things when I was your age.”
“What does this have to do with me. Grampa?”
“I saw, and I heard, your fight with your fiancée a
few minutes ago, son.”
The young man blushed, having been caught red handed
of being unspeakably rude to his fiancée.
There was a tremulous silence for awhile.
“So Grampa, what happened after that?”
“I never saw her again. I have thought about her
every day of my life since that awful, horrible,
terrible day.” The old man looked at his grandson as
the young man processed what it would feel like to not
ever see his own fiancée again. Then he continued
“Until last week.”
The young man looked at his Grandfather’s face, shaken
beyond his tender years.
“You SAW her last week?” Incredulity covered his face
like black on a blackboard.
The old man sat there for a long while as tears
shimmered on his lower eyelids. Finally one of them
drifted down his weathered cheek.
“Yes, I saw her.” His voice was tender, breaking with
emotion.
“Well?” The young man was almost afraid to hear the
answer.
“I told her how sorry I was for the unspeakable
travesty I made her endure.”
“What did she say Grampa?” The young man had a
million questions.
“Well, . . . . ..”
The old man paused to wipe his cheeks with his
handkerchief. Then he carefully dried his eyes. “I
asked her about her life.”
“Well, what did she say Grampa?”
“She told me she had never married, actually had never
dated again after that.”
“Ohhhhh! Grampa. God Gramps. Oh GOD! Hey, are you
OK?” The young man had never seen his grandfather
cry, let alone be so melancholy.
The old man sniffled a bit, then continued, “I
apologized over and over. She told me that she had
forgiven me when she was thirty three. She was in
therapy at the time. She told me she had never really
thought much about it from that moment on. . . . . . .
. . Until she saw ME again, of course
“We talked for hours. We even started to chuckle
about some of the other things that we had enjoyed
together that wonderfully naive year of our high
school courtship.”
Clearly the elderly man had more things he was going
to say. The young man waited, patiently this time,
giving his emotionally vulnerable grandfather the
space and time he needed to relate this embarrassing
and most painful occurrence in his life.
“I discovered that I still loved her after all these
years.”
The silence after that statement lasted for ever.
Then again, as if from far away, “I asked her to marry
me, to marry me and have our time together after all.”
“Oh my GOD! What did she say Grampa?”
Barely audible, he answered “She said ‘No’ son.”
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