LOVE TRAIN

“LOVE TRAIN”

CAW10 ENTRY

by Hardrive

The memory of that special day when a boy losses his virginity to a stranger on the midnight train to manhood.”

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It was a stormy evening and I was standing at the door watching my wife Cindy getting into her car. She was on her way to visit her mother and as she entered the vehicle she turned and waved a final good-bye. Looking at the distant sky I noticed that the flashing lights had intensified and the volume of the thunderclaps was loader. That indicated that the storm was coming closer so I stepped outside to caution my wife.

It began to sprinkle as Cindy’s car backed out of the driveway but she stopped as soon as she saw mouthing the words, ‘Take care baby.’ That made her smile and she threw me a kiss just as a bolt of lighting shot across the sky illuminating her face. The image of Cindy’s face behind the rain-speckled glass brought back a memory that made me jump and sent a chill up my spine.

Cindy must have thought I had been startled by the accompanying thunderclap but the shock came from seeing her shimmering face behind the rain speckled window. That image was very familiar and it brought back a flood of memories that were associated with the face of a girl I hadn’t thought about in years.

Cindy waved one last time before backing the car to the bottom of the driveway and tuning it onto the street. Putting the car in gear she drove away and in less then a minute she disappeared into the night and I was left alone with my thoughts.

I hadn’t thought about Julie for years but now that her memory invaded my thoughts I decided to pour myself a drink, sit down in my favored chair and allow my recollection of that dark and stormy night to parade across my mind. It was a special night. It was the night I lost my actual virginity. I say actual because prior to meeting Julie I’d gotten close but never went all the way with a girl. Julie was my first. She was the first girl with who I consummated the act of intercourse. She was the girl who provided me with the most exciting and unforgettable sexual experience of my life.

As I recall, it was the autumn of my 18th birthday and I was riding the midnight train on my way home from college. I remember that it was late and the sky was stormy and dark as I boarded the railroad car. The train was full and almost every space was taken by passengers and their belongings. Looking up both rows of seats I spotted what looked like an empty place at the back of the car. Moving quickly I picked up my overfilled bag and staggered up the swaying isle, marching to the beat of the clankity-clank of steel wheels rolling on steel rails.

The lights in the car were dim and every so often they blacked out for several seconds making my unsteady trip up the center aisle even more precarious. It seemed like I was apologizing every couple of steps as I unwittingly bumped into and stepped on various passengers along the way. Imagine my disappointment when I finally arrived at the back of the car only to find that the seat I was hoping to take was not really free. It was partially occupied by a pretty young woman’s feet.

In those days, train seats were actually long leather benches divided into three seats by retractable armrests. In this particular case, the seat by the window was occupied by a sleeping boy about four or five years old. A young woman sat next to him in the middle seat. She was curled up and reading a book and to make herself comfortable she raised the adjacent armrest and extended her feet into the aisle seat.

Not wanting to disturb her I started to walk away but she quickly withdrew her feet and dropped the armrest creating a place for me. I smiled, thanked her and shoved my bag onto the overhead shelf before the swaying train forced me to plop down onto the seat. The young woman laughed and introduced herself. Her name was Julie and she seemed genuinely glad to meet me. After traveling all day with only the boy for company, she was glad to finally have the company of someone closer to her age.

We hit it off right away. Julie was an extrovert and within the first hour she told me her life story. She was twenty-two and a single mother but she was returning home to live with her grandparents. It seemed that after four years of cohabitating, her boyfriend decided to abandon her and the child. At first, she tried to make it on her own but after only three months of living alone she was hopelessly in debt and forced to accept her grandparent’s help.

The young mother wasn’t looking forward to living with them. They were very old fashion and very strict. She would have no freedom in their house. No music, no drinking, no parties and most of all, no men. She told me that I would probably be the last man she would be able to talk to for a good long time. I said that I totally understood since I came form the same kind of traditional upbringing. Then I conveyed a few stories of my own experiences with strict parents and she laughed.

For a while we passed the time telling each other stories of how we circumvented our parent’s constant scrutiny. Julie was older and more experienced so her stories were more explicit. She spoke frankly about her sexual adventures not realizing that I was just a boy of 18 and a virgin at that. She treated me as an equal, that is to say, a sexually experienced adult. I went along with that perception by agreeing with everything she said and occasionally falsely claiming that I had similar experiences.

As the night went on Julie continued to excite me with her intimate stories. It seems she and her boyfriend had quite an active sex life but it all ended about a month before he left. They had a big fight and he started sleeping on the living room couch. This really pissed Julie off since she didn’t see why they couldn’t disagree during the day but keep on having sex at night. The girl had quite a sexual appetite and though she didn’t like her former boyfriend she sure missed having sex with him.

When Julie finally ran out of conversation the silence seemed awkward so I pulled out a deck of cards and asked if she wanted to play. She agreed and pulled up the armrest that separated our seats. Julie then reached up to turn on the overhead spot light and pointed it between us. As she did she put on a bit of a show. You see she was wearing one of those loose fitting sleeveless blouse with no bra so as she extended her arm to adjust the light, I caught a glimpse of her subtle breast and exquisite nipple.