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Lost At Christmas: Part 2 A vulnerable confrontation with an old crush. Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time. Christmas What had started out with the potential for so much disappointment, my first Christmas away from home, was actually quite wonderful. The family embraced me and treated me as one of their own. Dinner was scrumptious, a Christmas ham, with the full complement of side dishes. After dinner we chatted, drank a little too much spiked eggnog, and told stories of the last few years. I sat close to Sheri when I could, beside her at the dinner table, and next to her on the couch while we had our eggnog. I tried to engage her in some quiet conversation of our own, but the setting was all wrong for that, and I eventually abandoned those attempts. It was nice enough just to be near her. Tommy's step-father Dave, insisted I call Santiago, even though I knew the price would be outrageous, and I did. I gave my family my Christmas wishes, and told them how much I missed them and was looking forward to seeing them in a couple of days. Everyone in the room took a minute to say hello and share season's greetings. I had to spend a few minutes trying to get my Mom to stop crying at the far end, before we finally were able to hang-up. The small ones had to go to bed relatively early, and so we all got to open one gift the night before, as was their tradition. I gave Tommy his gift, and his mother opened the family gift and everyone acted pleased. In turn, they had bought me a present which I opened. It was two books for the trip, and they had a card for me. Inside was $50. I was completely in shock. "Dear Steve, Your short visit was a wonderful Christmas gift to us all. Thanks so much for choosing to spend this Christmas with us. Here's some mad money for the trip home. We all love you. Dave, June, Robert, Sheri, John and Jean" I was deeply touched by the gesture. I went over and gave Tommy's Mom a big hug, thanking her for the card and books. The kids jumped up with presents of their own, and I got two new drawings for my dorm room, as well as some mystery invention from John, which was supposed to be a spy tool to stop people from breaking into my room. I thanked them profusely, and they were put to bed shortly after. Dave, Tommy and I discussed the logistics of my morning bus ride back to Charleston. It left at 7:30 am, but was only about 15 minutes away, so we figured on getting a 7:00am start. We relaxed around the fire, ruminating on the poor souls who had the job of driving that bus all day Christmas day. There was a guitar in the corner, Greg's. I was surprised he hadn't taken it with him. I went over and grabbed it, and finding it miserably out of tune, I tuned it up. "Play something Christmassy", Tommy's Mom asked, and so I played a couple of tunes. I'm a fair guitarist; I was studying guitar at the Eastman School of Music since it was convenient, and ROTC was picking up the tab, and had improved quite a bit from the days of our first band. I got rave reviews from my small audience, and took requests for a while, before we broke it up. The parents still had some work to do for the kids, and Tommy and I wanted to hit the hay early, in order to catch that 7:30 bus. More hugs and kisses all around, with a firm handshake for Dave, and I retired to my room to finish my packing. I got ready for bed, dressed in boxers and a t-shirt, laid out my clothes for the morning, and completed my packing. I had one last thing I wanted to do before hitting the sack, so I went back into the bathroom, and knocked on the opposite door into Sheri's room. I heard a muffled "Come in" or something to that effect, and opened the door to find Sheri sitting up in bed, brushing her long blonde hair. She was dressed in a nearly see-through pale green nightie that took my breath away. "Hi." I felt incredibly awkward, like I was 16 all over again. She looked up at me, giving me a quizzically upraised eyebrow. "I had a gift for you, but I felt kind of silly giving it to you out there. I hope you don't mind that I waited until now." I handed her a small leather pouch. She took it, laying her brush to the side, and opened it, pulling out a small cross. She stretched out the cord, and looked at me in surprise. "But this is your mountain cross! You always wear this!" She said, looking at me with a strange look I couldn't quite fathom. The cross was one I had found mountain climbing several years earlier. I had been in a small accident. I'd fallen into a glacier fed stream on a mountain trip, while collecting firewood in a storm. I'd almost frozen before I'd made it back to the cabin. Literally. I thought I was going to die. I was staggering the last 20 feet to the building, in a daze, when a friend returning from the outhouse ran into me, and dragged me inside to warm up. The next morning I found a small ivory cross on a rotted leather lanyard at almost the very place I had climbed out of the stream, and I had worn it for years since then. Sheri knew the story. I had told her the whole thing one evening when I had been giving her driving lessons. I don't know what had motivated me to give it to her, but I had had this urge, and I've always been a pretty impetuous person. "I just want you to have it." I explained. She patted the bed beside her for me to sit down then she handed me the cross to put around her neck and turned her back to me. I passed my hands over the head, letting the cross dangle in the valley between her breasts, and she reached back and pulled her hair up and out of the way, so I could latch the necklace on her. When I was done she turned to me, and fingering the cross she thanked me. "I got the strangest call today." She told me. "Strange how?" I asked. "Kathryn called me. We haven't talked probably in over a year, but she called me out of the blue, and we talked about nothing but you for over an hour." She said with a teasing smile. I could feel my face burning from the blush. We were real quiet for a bit. Then she spoke up softly, not looking at me at all, just looking down at her hands. "Do you remember the skating party where you asked me to skate, like 5 times?" "Do I ever! My hand was so sweaty I was embarrassed to hold yours, but didn't know how to dry it off, and I wasn't good enough a skater to make a real dance out of it." I laughed. "I thought you liked me, and were going to ask me out, but you never did. Why not?" She asked. The memory was embarrassing, and I thought about it a bit before confessing. "I had skated with Kathryn earlier in the evening, and she asked me who I liked. I told her I would answer by the end of the evening. Later, just when I was trying to get the nerve up to skate with you again, and ask you to sit by me on the Pensacola bus trip, Jack found me and told me that I had better ask Kathryn to skate. She was waiting for me to tell her something. Well, I did ask her to skate, and she reminded me of our previous conversation. I admitted that I really liked two people, you and her. Then she asked me if I minded if she 'monopolized' me for a while. I went along. You know the rest. One out-of-town bus trip; one back-row of the movie; and me completely screwing everything up." She listened without showing too much surprise. "But how come you never tried anything after that?" "God! How could I? You knew everything that had happened. Don't you remember the time I stopped by when Net was over here spending the night. Every time I passed you guys, you seemed to be laughing at me. And then when you passed me in the hall and whispered, "Oooh, I Love You," teasing me with what I'd said to Kathryn before completely blowing her off, I was just devastated. I hadn't screwed up just the one chance, but you as well." Sheri had the grace to blush from embarrassment at that. "I really didn't know much of what was going on. Kathryn just told me to go up to you and say that. I'm sorry." "Not half as sorry as I was." I told her. "You had to know how much I liked you. I was always trying to be around you and do things with you." "I didn't know how much of that was just being Tommy's sister, or what. I kept waiting for you to try something, anything, but you never did." She looked at me intensely almost with anguish. I was 16 all over again. I was still embarrassed over my ineptness around women. I had screwed things up with Kathryn. I had screwed up with Teri. And I had screwed up with Sheri. Since then I'd had more than my share of success with the young women I'd known, but all of a sudden, it was like I was a clumsy, scared virgin all over again. Sheri looked at me for a long while, then finally sighed and looked away, picking up her brush and going back to brushing her hair. "Some things will never change, I guess," she muttered, ignoring me. I started to get up, to go to my room, knowing this was neither the time, nor the place to try to start something with Sheri, but I just couldn't leave things as they were. I reached out and took the brush from her, which she relinquished slowly. I then took her by the shoulders and turned her away from me, so I could brush her hair. I brushed her hair in silence for a bit, before speaking. "For at least a year after leaving here, I would dream about you all the time. You were the girl of my fantasies. We wrote so well for a while, and I kept all your letters, reading them over and over again, looking for hidden meaning in the words, wondering if I'd ever get a chance to be with you. I still have those letters." I confessed. Several long seconds later Sheri reached down to the bottom drawer of her chest, next to the bed and opened it. She reached under her sweaters, and pulled out a pile of letters held together with a rubber-band. I recognized my writing. She turned to look at me, and her eyes glistened. I dropped the brush, leaned over and nervously kissed her, hoping beyond hope she wouldn't throw me out of her room with a ruckus. Instead she turned, and returned my kiss with a depth and passion I could only have prayed for. When we broke apart, we just looked at each other. Suddenly I couldn't help but giggle. "What?" She asked, almost crossly. "Do you remember how you thought you'd get pregnant from French kissing?" I recalled. She blushed again. "I can't believe you still remember that, you beast. How did you find that out anyway?" "Kathryn told me on the bus trip. I think she was trying to make you seem naive to me, sort of solidify her hold on me." I told her. "That Bitch! She always denied it, but I couldn't think of anyone else who knew." We laughed a bit, and gradually fell back into kissing each other. At the next break in our kissing, Sheri nailed me again. "Tommy said you did it with Angela. Was she your first?" "No. I never did do it with her. And Colleen was my first." I admitted. "Colleen? From yearbook?" "Yeah. But not until a year later. She went to Mosley with me, and we hooked up at a party. It was weird and nothing much happened of it. Three weeks later I was headed to Chile." I told her. She just shook her head at me. "Since it's time for true confessions, who was your first?" I asked teasing. "Rich? Mike?" "Oh God, no!" she laughed. "Then who?" She never answered, just turned a bright red. "Come on, fair's fair. I told you." I urged her relentlessly. She mumbled something I couldn't make out. "I can't hear you, who was it?" I teased again. She looked up, almost fiercely. "Nobody, all right?" I was stunned, and the ensuing silence seemed endless. "You're kidding me." I finally said, hardly believing. Her answer was so soft I almost missed it. "At one time I thought you'd be my first." This time when we kissed, I allowed my hands to wander, throwing caution to the wind. I cupped her perfect young breast in my hand, letting my thumb brush across her nipple, getting it hard. We were both gasping when we broke apart. "Steve?" "Yes?" "Go close your door, and turn off your light, then turn off the light in the bathroom," she said softly. I did, and she had turned down the light in her room. She was lying in the bed, the covers folded down neatly, waiting for me. She was still in her nightie. I stood beside the bed and made my commitment. I removed my shirt, and then my shorts, sporting a huge hard-on, which she stared at in wonder. I climbed into her bed completely naked. She had been laying sideways, leaning on her elbow, but as I entered the bed, she rolled onto her back, lying down, waiting for me. She was achingly beautiful in the dim light, and I was afraid I was going to come on the spot if she even touched me. I leaned over her and kissed her, but this time the kiss never stopped. I lost my soul in that kiss. I lost all track of time and presence. Our mouths stayed connected as we explored and played with our tongues, and my hands embarked on their exploration of the wonders of her body. My hands touched her all over, before finally settling in the warm crease between her legs. She had panties on, and as my fingers rubbed up and down her hidden folds, I found a small wet spot, maybe the size of a dime slowly spreading. Once I was aggressively rubbing her, sliding the material up and down, half-an inch into her by this time, the wetness enveloped the entire area. I slid my hand less than a foot up her body, and let my finger tips creep under the band of her panties. My hand slid down, the soft down of her hair like a magical lure, the gentle pressure of her panties against the back of my hand trapping me. Our kiss finally broke, and from an inch away we looked into each other's eyes as I slowly slid my middle finger between those forbidden lips, and into her. The aroma of her need assaulted me, and the quiet squish of her wetness against my finger was the ultimate aphrodisiac. I was engulfed with desire. I started to crawl over her, placing my knee between hers when she stopped me. "Wait." Then she raised her hips, and scrunched down, raised her knees, moments later passing me a small, but incredibly erotic piece of plain, white material. I was beyond reason, and I climbed between her legs. She spread them for me, seeming as eager as I. I grabbed my throbbing rod in hand, and by feel, rubbed the head up and down her moistness, adding pressure bit by bit, until I felt it settle in at the mouth of her pussy. She gave a small gasp, as the head slid in just a bit, not quite in her yet, but knowing that I was one small push from being inside. "Be gentle," she said, and I could see a hint of nervousness and fear in her eyes. I leaned over and kissed her softly, and while our lips touched, I pushed, sinking into her. At least for a bit. About halfway in I hit a barrier. I was confused at first. I pulled back and pushed again, a little harder, thinking I was sticking, and she grunted a little as if in pain. It finally sunk in. I had been with plenty of women, and several who had claimed to be virgins, but none with their cherry intact. I wasn't sure what to do. I probed again, and this time elicited a small 'ow'. What was I to do? I lay on top of her, my cock buried four inches deep in the girls of my dreams, and I was at a complete loss. Sheri shifted a bit under me, wrapped her legs around mine, and pulled me close. She whispered into my ear. "Take me." It was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. Nervously I pulled back until I was just at the opening and I drove down hard, feeling just a pinch before my pelvis was grinding into hers. I was completely inside her. I got up on my elbows and looked down at her. I could see a single wet trail that glistened from the side of her eye to her ear. "Are you ok?" I asked her, holding myself still, deep inside of her. "Wonderful," she said softly, tilting her chin up slightly for a kiss. I accepted the offer, and kissed her gently, while I experimented with moving my cock within her incredibly tight sheath. I felt I was only moments from coming, but I couldn't resist moving my hips just a bit, exploring the feeling of being inside her. I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I always wanted you. You knew it. I knew it. But I was afraid. I was afraid of the ribbing from your brother. Afraid of being exposed for knowing nothing about what to do with a girl. Afraid of ruining our friendship. Afraid of striking out, and you telling all the other girls, and my being the laughingstock. Afraid of so many stupid things. I was an idiot." "You weren't afraid of Kathryn," she answered softly. "She initiated it all. She pushed forward, asking to monopolize me, holding my hand. I probably never would have made the move. If I could change one thing, it would be that skating party. I should have saved that last moonlight skate for you, and asked you out. I should have told Kathryn that you were the one girl I was interested in. Who knows how things might have worked out? Plus, it wasn't as big a deal. If things didn't work out, oh well. But if I ruined things with you, it would have killed all my dreams." She was hot beneath me, her skin almost burning to my touch, I was finally moving inside of her, but I quickly had to stop, again on the verge of coming, and embarrassed at my short trigger. "Make love to me Steve," she said breathlessly. I gave a few more strokes and had to stop again. "Don't stop," she pleaded. "I'm sorry, I'm so excited I'm on the verge of coming now. If I move I won't be able to stop," I finally confessed. "Do it. Pump me, take me, come deep inside me," she answered. Those words were too much, and with a gasp I drove my cock in hard, and exploded inside her. I pulled back and slammed into her a dozen times or so, making the bed creak alarmingly as I emptied myself inside her virgin moistness. As my heart hammer away in my chest, and my breathing gasped, she gave me a small joyous laugh. "Wow, I guess you were close!" Then she gave a big hug before she pushed me off of her. She climbed over me, her hand pressed between her legs and scrambled into the bathroom, waddling inelegantly but still incredibly arousing to me. I heard her tinkle, and then return to the bed with a facecloth with which she wiped my semi-hard cock clean. Then she climbed into bed, her head on my shoulder and talked. She recounted almost ever time that we'd been together alone, all the adventures we'd had, the summer we'd learned to play tennis together, and what she'd thought might happen. We laughed a little at my ineptness and her caution as well. Then I felt her hand creep down between my legs. "Do you think we could try that again?" she asked me hesitantly. "I'm dying to, but I was afraid I might have hurt you." I laughed my foolish insecure laugh. "So hurt me," she teased, giving a tug on my cock. This time I held out a little better. I climbed between her legs again, and made love to her, still gently, still nervous. But before long I was feeling that familiar rhythm of need, and my strokes became longer and more insistent. I had to have her. I had to take her. I had to fill her deeply, completely. I sat up in the bed, discarding the covers, and raised her legs, pushing them back, and screwing her powerfully, shaking her body, crashing into her with a burning need. She was still wearing her nightie, but it had ridden up above her belly button, just a couple of inches below her breasts. I stopped my motion and whispered to her, "Rise up on your elbows." She looked at me oddly but did, raising her head a few inches off the pillow. I leaned over and lifted her nightie up above her breast, allowing me to see the objects of my desire and fantasies. "God, I've pictured those in my mind for four years, and yet never came close to imagining how perfect and beautiful they are." I said, more to myself than to her. I resumed my fucking, for that was what I was doing now, fucking her. Fucking her hard. She had her bottom lip captured between her teeth, and now she was holding her nightie in her hands, almost to her chin, allowing me an uninterrupted view of her oh-so-perfect tits. The visuals were all too much and pushed me over the edge once again. The beautiful face, the long hair arrayed across the pillow, the full breasts, bouncing a counter-beat to my pounding, her flat stomach, hollowed, and the light fur of her hair parted to allow my pole to penetrate her again and again. With a moan I came for her again, collapsing beside her, sated, and in complete serenity and joy. "I guess you really do like me," she laughed, cuddling up to my side. Then she was asking me about my afternoon meeting with Kathryn. "What did she tell you?" I asked, a little nervous. "No, you tell me what happened. I don't trust her," she insisted. I told her the whole story, including the ending. In full short-but-sweet detail. "I knew it!" She laughed. "She said you tried to come on to her, and made her grab you there, but she turned you down." "If that's how she wants to tell it that's fine by me. I owe her one; let her have it however she wants." I said "When you went to the movies, what really happened there?" she asked, with her one-track mind. I wasn't sure what her preoccupation was but I finally told her the whole scene, everything I'd done, every liberty I'd taken. At the end I waited in judgment. "She's such a liar. She said you tried to reach inside her pants but she stopped you." "Hardly, I could smell her on my fingers for day afterwards." I laughed. Sheri was lost in thought pressed up against me. My hands were idling rubbing her back, the material of her nightie soft and silky against my fingertips. "I guess there's only one thing she's done with you that we haven't done," Sheri started, and then she slid under the covers and a moment later I felt the warm wetness of her mouth enveloping me. I could see the covers moving as she used her mouth to pleasure me, taking only a few moments to make me hard, and then sucking me like there was no tomorrow. Which, in a way I guess there wasn't. I wanted to see her, so I pulled the covers back and looked down at her. She continued a few more strokes, then shifted and faced me a little more, finally lifting her eyes to watch me, watching her, suck my cock. A few more deep strokes and she pulled off with a smile. "I can see that's one thing you like," she said with a grin. "Like is an understatement." I laughed. She gave me a couple more sucks, and then she straddled me, and rose up to take me inside of her again. I wanted her so bad I could almost scream. She got me positioned right, and then slowly lowered herself the full length of my staff with one long, smooth stroke. Then, settled on my hips, my turgid meat buried in her achingly tight recess, she lifted the bottom of her nightie and pulled it up and over her head. I'd been to several strip shows before that, but never in my life had I seen anything so beautiful or so erotic. I could feel my pulse in my cock, throbbing inside her. She opened her eyes wide, and looked down between her legs. "Wow, I could feel that. At least one part of you really likes to see the girls," she laughed, holding her breasts cupped in her hands, and jiggling them for me. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." I told her. "Right, and now I guess you're going to tell me you love me, just like Kathryn." She said it with a hint of bitterness I didn't understand. "The difference is back then it was the hormones of a 16 year old talking. You on the other hand, I've loved for three years. And you know it." I said, and only as I spoke the words did I realize to my very soul, just how true it was. Sheri didn't answer. She leaned forward and rocked back and forth on my hard cock, enjoying the feeling of controlling the penetration, the pace, the timing. She paced herself to my breathing and excitement. When I started to get really excited she'd slow down and hold me, letting me ease back from the edge. When I was strong and ready, she'd ride me hard. She let my hands explore her as she did the work, and I touched her everywhere I could reach, just wallowing in the sensations. I pulled her down within reach, and tasted her nipples, playing with those perfect globes. The feel of her breasts, that impossible soft pale skin under my lips, making way to the crinkled, tougher skin, peaking to a little nub seemingly designed for me to tease and taste. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of sensual, erotic play, she laid down on me, her breasts pressed against my chest, her mouth on my neck, while she slowly rocked her hips, fucking herself gently on my rod. "Come for me Steve," she said, almost as a command. I reached down and took her full, soft ass cheeks in my hands, grasping them tight, and I held her up a bit off of me, so I could us my hips to drive in and out of her channel more completely. I was able to get a good long stroke established, and I could feel the cool air brushing against my wet shaft each time I pulled outward. We had made love for what seemed ages before she issued that first command for me to come. Now she issued another one. "Tell me again." I couldn't hold back any longer, and didn't want to. I was fucking the prettiest girl I'd ever known; The first girl that I had really badly wanted; The sweet little virgin that I had fantasized about for so long; Whose pretty face had been the image I'd been picturing as I filled enough old gym socks with cum to fill a stadium. "I love you, Sheri. I've loved you as long as I've known you." And with that I pulled her down hard on my cock, coming inside my dream girl again, and absorbing the feeling, knowing I was leaving within hours, not knowing when I'd see her again. "I love you, Steve," she said, I could feel her tears rolling down the side of my face. I looked up to see the sky lightening with the coming dawn, and thought to myself, "That's another one you've got up on Kathryn." I disentangled myself from her limbs and kissed her. "I have to go. Tommy's going to be looking for me any minute." Somehow we had spent the entire night reminiscing, sharing and making love. It was so difficult, but I tore myself from her arms, tucked her in bed, and kissed her goodnight. "Get a couple of hours of sleep; I'll be able to sleep on the bus." I told her. She was still wearing the cross I'd given her. She held it now. "Thanks for the Christmas present." She said with a small sad smile. I kissed her again, and retreated to the bathroom for a quick shower and shave. Back in my room, I dressed, and found a present waiting for me on my suitcase. A 8 by 10 picture of Sheri, as beautiful as I'd ever seen her, with a small inscription on the back. "Merry Christmas. Don't forget about me. Love, Sheri" I had just finished putting it away when Tommy knocked on my door, dragging me out to breakfast, and then off to the bus. The rest of that trip was uneventful; I made it home OK, picked up some presents in Panama, saw some old friends, and made it back to college in one piece. But I'll always recall that first Christmas away from home, and the greatest Christmas present I ever received. Not my first erector set, or the 114 piece Lincoln Log tube. Not my first really Cool bicycle, a purple spider bike with banana seat, big handle bars and a three speed shifter on the bar. Not my first electric guitar, a Fender, and amp, which I think my parents had some second thoughts about. No, Sheri's was the nicest gift I ever received, and probably ever will receive, for Christmas. "Thanks" just doesn't seem to say enough. Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts, for Literotica

Lost At Christmas: Part 2 A vulnerable confrontation with an old crush. Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time. Christmas What had started out with the potential for so much disappointment, my first Christmas away from home, was actually quite wonderful. The family embraced me and treated me as one of their own. Dinner was scrumptious, a Christmas ham, with the full complement of side dishes. After dinner we chatted, drank a little too much spiked eggnog, and told stories of the last few years. I sat close to Sheri when I could, beside her at the dinner table, and next to her on the couch while we had our eggnog. I tried to engage her in some quiet conversation of our own, but the setting was all wrong for that, and I eventually abandoned those attempts. It was nice enough just to be near her. Tommy's step-father Dave, insisted I call Santiago, even though I knew the price would be outrageous, and I did. I gave my family my Christmas wishes, and told them how much I missed them and was looking forward to seeing them in a couple of days. Everyone in the room took a minute to say hello and share season's greetings. I had to spend a few minutes trying to get my Mom to stop crying at the far end, before we finally were able to hang-up. The small ones had to go to bed relatively early, and so we all got to open one gift the night before, as was their tradition. I gave Tommy his gift, and his mother opened the family gift and everyone acted pleased. In turn, they had bought me a present which I opened. It was two books for the trip, and they had a card for me. Inside was $50. I was completely in shock. "Dear Steve, Your short visit was a wonderful Christmas gift to us all. Thanks so much for choosing to spend this Christmas with us. Here's some mad money for the trip home. We all love you. Dave, June, Robert, Sheri, John and Jean" I was deeply touched by the gesture. I went over and gave Tommy's Mom a big hug, thanking her for the card and books. The kids jumped up with presents of their own, and I got two new drawings for my dorm room, as well as some mystery invention from John, which was supposed to be a spy tool to stop people from breaking into my room. I thanked them profusely, and they were put to bed shortly after. Dave, Tommy and I discussed the logistics of my morning bus ride back to Charleston. It left at 7:30 am, but was only about 15 minutes away, so we figured on getting a 7:00am start. We relaxed around the fire, ruminating on the poor souls who had the job of driving that bus all day Christmas day. There was a guitar in the corner, Greg's. I was surprised he hadn't taken it with him. I went over and grabbed it, and finding it miserably out of tune, I tuned it up. "Play something Christmassy", Tommy's Mom asked, and so I played a couple of tunes. I'm a fair guitarist; I was studying guitar at the Eastman School of Music since it was convenient, and ROTC was picking up the tab, and had improved quite a bit from the days of our first band. I got rave reviews from my small audience, and took requests for a while, before we broke it up. The parents still had some work to do for the kids, and Tommy and I wanted to hit the hay early, in order to catch that 7:30 bus. More hugs and kisses all around, with a firm handshake for Dave, and I retired to my room to finish my packing. I got ready for bed, dressed in boxers and a t-shirt, laid out my clothes for the morning, and completed my packing. I had one last thing I wanted to do before hitting the sack, so I went back into the bathroom, and knocked on the opposite door into Sheri's room. I heard a muffled "Come in" or something to that effect, and opened the door to find Sheri sitting up in bed, brushing her long blonde hair. She was dressed in a nearly see-through pale green nightie that took my breath away. "Hi." I felt incredibly awkward, like I was 16 all over again. She looked up at me, giving me a quizzically upraised eyebrow. "I had a gift for you, but I felt kind of silly giving it to you out there. I hope you don't mind that I waited until now." I handed her a small leather pouch. She took it, laying her brush to the side, and opened it, pulling out a small cross. She stretched out the cord, and looked at me in surprise. "But this is your mountain cross! You always wear this!" She said, looking at me with a strange look I couldn't quite fathom. The cross was one I had found mountain climbing several years earlier. I had been in a small accident. I'd fallen into a glacier fed stream on a mountain trip, while collecting firewood in a storm. I'd almost frozen before I'd made it back to the cabin. Literally. I thought I was going to die. I was staggering the last 20 feet to the building, in a daze, when a friend returning from the outhouse ran into me, and dragged me inside to warm up. The next morning I found a small ivory cross on a rotted leather lanyard at almost the very place I had climbed out of the stream, and I had worn it for years since then. Sheri knew the story. I had told her the whole thing one evening when I had been giving her driving lessons. I don't know what had motivated me to give it to her, but I had had this urge, and I've always been a pretty impetuous person. "I just want you to have it." I explained. She patted the bed beside her for me to sit down then she handed me the cross to put around her neck and turned her back to me. I passed my hands over the head, letting the cross dangle in the valley between her breasts, and she reached back and pulled her hair up and out of the way, so I could latch the necklace on her. When I was done she turned to me, and fingering the cross she thanked me. "I got the strangest call today." She told me. "Strange how?" I asked. "Kathryn called me. We haven't talked probably in over a year, but she called me out of the blue, and we talked about nothing but you for over an hour." She said with a teasing smile. I could feel my face burning from the blush. We were real quiet for a bit. Then she spoke up softly, not looking at me at all, just looking down at her hands. "Do you remember the skating party where you asked me to skate, like 5 times?" "Do I ever! My hand was so sweaty I was embarrassed to hold yours, but didn't know how to dry it off, and I wasn't good enough a skater to make a real dance out of it." I laughed. "I thought you liked me, and were going to ask me out, but you never did. Why not?" She asked. The memory was embarrassing, and I thought about it a bit before confessing. "I had skated with Kathryn earlier in the evening, and she asked me who I liked. I told her I would answer by the end of the evening. Later, just when I was trying to get the nerve up to skate with you again, and ask you to sit by me on the Pensacola bus trip, Jack found me and told me that I had better ask Kathryn to skate. She was waiting for me to tell her something. Well, I did ask her to skate, and she reminded me of our previous conversation. I admitted that I really liked two people, you and her. Then she asked me if I minded if she 'monopolized' me for a while. I went along. You know the rest. One out-of-town bus trip; one back-row of the movie; and me completely screwing everything up." She listened without showing too much surprise. "But how come you never tried anything after that?" "God! How could I? You knew everything that had happened. Don't you remember the time I stopped by when Net was over here spending the night. Every time I passed you guys, you seemed to be laughing at me. And then when you passed me in the hall and whispered, "Oooh, I Love You," teasing me with what I'd said to Kathryn before completely blowing her off, I was just devastated. I hadn't screwed up just the one chance, but you as well." Sheri had the grace to blush from embarrassment at that. "I really didn't know much of what was going on. Kathryn just told me to go up to you and say that. I'm sorry." "Not half as sorry as I was." I told her. "You had to know how much I liked you. I was always trying to be around you and do things with you." "I didn't know how much of that was just being Tommy's sister, or what. I kept waiting for you to try something, anything, but you never did." She looked at me intensely almost with anguish. I was 16 all over again. I was still embarrassed over my ineptness around women. I had screwed things up with Kathryn. I had screwed up with Teri. And I had screwed up with Sheri. Since then I'd had more than my share of success with the young women I'd known, but all of a sudden, it was like I was a clumsy, scared virgin all over again. Sheri looked at me for a long while, then finally sighed and looked away, picking up her brush and going back to brushing her hair. "Some things will never change, I guess," she muttered, ignoring me. I started to get up, to go to my room, knowing this was neither the time, nor the place to try to start something with Sheri, but I just couldn't leave things as they were. I reached out and took the brush from her, which she relinquished slowly. I then took her by the shoulders and turned her away from me, so I could brush her hair. I brushed her hair in silence for a bit, before speaking. "For at least a year after leaving here, I would dream about you all the time. You were the girl of my fantasies. We wrote so well for a while, and I kept all your letters, reading them over and over again, looking for hidden meaning in the words, wondering if I'd ever get a chance to be with you. I still have those letters." I confessed. Several long seconds later Sheri reached down to the bottom drawer of her chest, next to the bed and opened it. She reached under her sweaters, and pulled out a pile of letters held together with a rubber-band. I recognized my writing. She turned to look at me, and her eyes glistened. I dropped the brush, leaned over and nervously kissed her, hoping beyond hope she wouldn't throw me out of her room with a ruckus. Instead she turned, and returned my kiss with a depth and passion I could only have prayed for. When we broke apart, we just looked at each other. Suddenly I couldn't help but giggle. "What?" She asked, almost crossly. "Do you remember how you thought you'd get pregnant from French kissing?" I recalled. She blushed again. "I can't believe you still remember that, you beast. How did you find that out anyway?" "Kathryn told me on the bus trip. I think she was trying to make you seem naive to me, sort of solidify her hold on me." I told her. "That Bitch! She always denied it, but I couldn't think of anyone else who knew." We laughed a bit, and gradually fell back into kissing each other. At the next break in our kissing, Sheri nailed me again. "Tommy said you did it with Angela. Was she your first?" "No. I never did do it with her. And Colleen was my first." I admitted. "Colleen? From yearbook?" "Yeah. But not until a year later. She went to Mosley with me, and we hooked up at a party. It was weird and nothing much happened of it. Three weeks later I was headed to Chile." I told her. She just shook her head at me. "Since it's time for true confessions, who was your first?" I asked teasing. "Rich? Mike?" "Oh God, no!" she laughed. "Then who?" She never answered, just turned a bright red. "Come on, fair's fair. I told you." I urged her relentlessly. She mumbled something I couldn't make out. "I can't hear you, who was it?" I teased again. She looked up, almost fiercely. "Nobody, all right?" I was stunned, and the ensuing silence seemed endless. "You're kidding me." I finally said, hardly believing. Her answer was so soft I almost missed it. "At one time I thought you'd be my first." This time when we kissed, I allowed my hands to wander, throwing caution to the wind. I cupped her perfect young breast in my hand, letting my thumb brush across her nipple, getting it hard. We were both gasping when we broke apart. "Steve?" "Yes?" "Go close your door, and turn off your light, then turn off the light in the bathroom," she said softly. I did, and she had turned down the light in her room. She was lying in the bed, the covers folded down neatly, waiting for me. She was still in her nightie. I stood beside the bed and made my commitment. I removed my shirt, and then my shorts, sporting a huge hard-on, which she stared at in wonder. I climbed into her bed completely naked. She had been laying sideways, leaning on her elbow, but as I entered the bed, she rolled onto her back, lying down, waiting for me. She was achingly beautiful in the dim light, and I was afraid I was going to come on the spot if she even touched me. I leaned over her and kissed her, but this time the kiss never stopped. I lost my soul in that kiss. I lost all track of time and presence. Our mouths stayed connected as we explored and played with our tongues, and my hands embarked on their exploration of the wonders of her body. My hands touched her all over, before finally settling in the warm crease between her legs. She had panties on, and as my fingers rubbed up and down her hidden folds, I found a small wet spot, maybe the size of a dime slowly spreading. Once I was aggressively rubbing her, sliding the material up and down, half-an inch into her by this time, the wetness enveloped the entire area. I slid my hand less than a foot up her body, and let my finger tips creep under the band of her panties. My hand slid down, the soft down of her hair like a magical lure, the gentle pressure of her panties against the back of my hand trapping me. Our kiss finally broke, and from an inch away we looked into each other's eyes as I slowly slid my middle finger between those forbidden lips, and into her. The aroma of her need assaulted me, and the quiet squish of her wetness against my finger was the ultimate aphrodisiac. I was engulfed with desire. I started to crawl over her, placing my knee between hers when she stopped me. "Wait." Then she raised her hips, and scrunched down, raised her knees, moments later passing me a small, but incredibly erotic piece of plain, white material. I was beyond reason, and I climbed between her legs. She spread them for me, seeming as eager as I. I grabbed my throbbing rod in hand, and by feel, rubbed the head up and down her moistness, adding pressure bit by bit, until I felt it settle in at the mouth of her pussy. She gave a small gasp, as the head slid in just a bit, not quite in her yet, but knowing that I was one small push from being inside. "Be gentle," she said, and I could see a hint of nervousness and fear in her eyes. I leaned over and kissed her softly, and while our lips touched, I pushed, sinking into her. At least for a bit. About halfway in I hit a barrier. I was confused at first. I pulled back and pushed again, a little harder, thinking I was sticking, and she grunted a little as if in pain. It finally sunk in. I had been with plenty of women, and several who had claimed to be virgins, but none with their cherry intact. I wasn't sure what to do. I probed again, and this time elicited a small 'ow'. What was I to do? I lay on top of her, my cock buried four inches deep in the girls of my dreams, and I was at a complete loss. Sheri shifted a bit under me, wrapped her legs around mine, and pulled me close. She whispered into my ear. "Take me." It was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. Nervously I pulled back until I was just at the opening and I drove down hard, feeling just a pinch before my pelvis was grinding into hers. I was completely inside her. I got up on my elbows and looked down at her. I could see a single wet trail that glistened from the side of her eye to her ear. "Are you ok?" I asked her, holding myself still, deep inside of her. "Wonderful," she said softly, tilting her chin up slightly for a kiss. I accepted the offer, and kissed her gently, while I experimented with moving my cock within her incredibly tight sheath. I felt I was only moments from coming, but I couldn't resist moving my hips just a bit, exploring the feeling of being inside her. I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I always wanted you. You knew it. I knew it. But I was afraid. I was afraid of the ribbing from your brother. Afraid of being exposed for knowing nothing about what to do with a girl. Afraid of ruining our friendship. Afraid of striking out, and you telling all the other girls, and my being the laughingstock. Afraid of so many stupid things. I was an idiot." "You weren't afraid of Kathryn," she answered softly. "She initiated it all. She pushed forward, asking to monopolize me, holding my hand. I probably never would have made the move. If I could change one thing, it would be that skating party. I should have saved that last moonlight skate for you, and asked you out. I should have told Kathryn that you were the one girl I was interested in. Who knows how things might have worked out? Plus, it wasn't as big a deal. If things didn't work out, oh well. But if I ruined things with you, it would have killed all my dreams." She was hot beneath me, her skin almost burning to my touch, I was finally moving inside of her, but I quickly had to stop, again on the verge of coming, and embarrassed at my short trigger. "Make love to me Steve," she said breathlessly. I gave a few more strokes and had to stop again. "Don't stop," she pleaded. "I'm sorry, I'm so excited I'm on the verge of coming now. If I move I won't be able to stop," I finally confessed. "Do it. Pump me, take me, come deep inside me," she answered. Those words were too much, and with a gasp I drove my cock in hard, and exploded inside her. I pulled back and slammed into her a dozen times or so, making the bed creak alarmingly as I emptied myself inside her virgin moistness. As my heart hammer away in my chest, and my breathing gasped, she gave me a small joyous laugh. "Wow, I guess you were close!" Then she gave a big hug before she pushed me off of her. She climbed over me, her hand pressed between her legs and scrambled into the bathroom, waddling inelegantly but still incredibly arousing to me. I heard her tinkle, and then return to the bed with a facecloth with which she wiped my semi-hard cock clean. Then she climbed into bed, her head on my shoulder and talked. She recounted almost ever time that we'd been together alone, all the adventures we'd had, the summer we'd learned to play tennis together, and what she'd thought might happen. We laughed a little at my ineptness and her caution as well. Then I felt her hand creep down between my legs. "Do you think we could try that again?" she asked me hesitantly. "I'm dying to, but I was afraid I might have hurt you." I laughed my foolish insecure laugh. "So hurt me," she teased, giving a tug on my cock. This time I held out a little better. I climbed between her legs again, and made love to her, still gently, still nervous. But before long I was feeling that familiar rhythm of need, and my strokes became longer and more insistent. I had to have her. I had to take her. I had to fill her deeply, completely. I sat up in the bed, discarding the covers, and raised her legs, pushing them back, and screwing her powerfully, shaking her body, crashing into her with a burning need. She was still wearing her nightie, but it had ridden up above her belly button, just a couple of inches below her breasts. I stopped my motion and whispered to her, "Rise up on your elbows." She looked at me oddly but did, raising her head a few inches off the pillow. I leaned over and lifted her nightie up above her breast, allowing me to see the objects of my desire and fantasies. "God, I've pictured those in my mind for four years, and yet never came close to imagining how perfect and beautiful they are." I said, more to myself than to her. I resumed my fucking, for that was what I was doing now, fucking her. Fucking her hard. She had her bottom lip captured between her teeth, and now she was holding her nightie in her hands, almost to her chin, allowing me an uninterrupted view of her oh-so-perfect tits. The visuals were all too much and pushed me over the edge once again. The beautiful face, the long hair arrayed across the pillow, the full breasts, bouncing a counter-beat to my pounding, her flat stomach, hollowed, and the light fur of her hair parted to allow my pole to penetrate her again and again. With a moan I came for her again, collapsing beside her, sated, and in complete serenity and joy. "I guess you really do like me," she laughed, cuddling up to my side. Then she was asking me about my afternoon meeting with Kathryn. "What did she tell you?" I asked, a little nervous. "No, you tell me what happened. I don't trust her," she insisted. I told her the whole story, including the ending. In full short-but-sweet detail. "I knew it!" She laughed. "She said you tried to come on to her, and made her grab you there, but she turned you down." "If that's how she wants to tell it that's fine by me. I owe her one; let her have it however she wants." I said "When you went to the movies, what really happened there?" she asked, with her one-track mind. I wasn't sure what her preoccupation was but I finally told her the whole scene, everything I'd done, every liberty I'd taken. At the end I waited in judgment. "She's such a liar. She said you tried to reach inside her pants but she stopped you." "Hardly, I could smell her on my fingers for day afterwards." I laughed. Sheri was lost in thought pressed up against me. My hands were idling rubbing her back, the material of her nightie soft and silky against my fingertips. "I guess there's only one thing she's done with you that we haven't done," Sheri started, and then she slid under the covers and a moment later I felt the warm wetness of her mouth enveloping me. I could see the covers moving as she used her mouth to pleasure me, taking only a few moments to make me hard, and then sucking me like there was no tomorrow. Which, in a way I guess there wasn't. I wanted to see her, so I pulled the covers back and looked down at her. She continued a few more strokes, then shifted and faced me a little more, finally lifting her eyes to watch me, watching her, suck my cock. A few more deep strokes and she pulled off with a smile. "I can see that's one thing you like," she said with a grin. "Like is an understatement." I laughed. She gave me a couple more sucks, and then she straddled me, and rose up to take me inside of her again. I wanted her so bad I could almost scream. She got me positioned right, and then slowly lowered herself the full length of my staff with one long, smooth stroke. Then, settled on my hips, my turgid meat buried in her achingly tight recess, she lifted the bottom of her nightie and pulled it up and over her head. I'd been to several strip shows before that, but never in my life had I seen anything so beautiful or so erotic. I could feel my pulse in my cock, throbbing inside her. She opened her eyes wide, and looked down between her legs. "Wow, I could feel that. At least one part of you really likes to see the girls," she laughed, holding her breasts cupped in her hands, and jiggling them for me. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." I told her. "Right, and now I guess you're going to tell me you love me, just like Kathryn." She said it with a hint of bitterness I didn't understand. "The difference is back then it was the hormones of a 16 year old talking. You on the other hand, I've loved for three years. And you know it." I said, and only as I spoke the words did I realize to my very soul, just how true it was. Sheri didn't answer. She leaned forward and rocked back and forth on my hard cock, enjoying the feeling of controlling the penetration, the pace, the timing. She paced herself to my breathing and excitement. When I started to get really excited she'd slow down and hold me, letting me ease back from the edge. When I was strong and ready, she'd ride me hard. She let my hands explore her as she did the work, and I touched her everywhere I could reach, just wallowing in the sensations. I pulled her down within reach, and tasted her nipples, playing with those perfect globes. The feel of her breasts, that impossible soft pale skin under my lips, making way to the crinkled, tougher skin, peaking to a little nub seemingly designed for me to tease and taste. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of sensual, erotic play, she laid down on me, her breasts pressed against my chest, her mouth on my neck, while she slowly rocked her hips, fucking herself gently on my rod. "Come for me Steve," she said, almost as a command. I reached down and took her full, soft ass cheeks in my hands, grasping them tight, and I held her up a bit off of me, so I could us my hips to drive in and out of her channel more completely. I was able to get a good long stroke established, and I could feel the cool air brushing against my wet shaft each time I pulled outward. We had made love for what seemed ages before she issued that first command for me to come. Now she issued another one. "Tell me again." I couldn't hold back any longer, and didn't want to. I was fucking the prettiest girl I'd ever known; The first girl that I had really badly wanted; The sweet little virgin that I had fantasized about for so long; Whose pretty face had been the image I'd been picturing as I filled enough old gym socks with cum to fill a stadium. "I love you, Sheri. I've loved you as long as I've known you." And with that I pulled her down hard on my cock, coming inside my dream girl again, and absorbing the feeling, knowing I was leaving within hours, not knowing when I'd see her again. "I love you, Steve," she said, I could feel her tears rolling down the side of my face. I looked up to see the sky lightening with the coming dawn, and thought to myself, "That's another one you've got up on Kathryn." I disentangled myself from her limbs and kissed her. "I have to go. Tommy's going to be looking for me any minute." Somehow we had spent the entire night reminiscing, sharing and making love. It was so difficult, but I tore myself from her arms, tucked her in bed, and kissed her goodnight. "Get a couple of hours of sleep; I'll be able to sleep on the bus." I told her. She was still wearing the cross I'd given her. She held it now. "Thanks for the Christmas present." She said with a small sad smile. I kissed her again, and retreated to the bathroom for a quick shower and shave. Back in my room, I dressed, and found a present waiting for me on my suitcase. A 8 by 10 picture of Sheri, as beautiful as I'd ever seen her, with a small inscription on the back. "Merry Christmas. Don't forget about me. Love, Sheri" I had just finished putting it away when Tommy knocked on my door, dragging me out to breakfast, and then off to the bus. The rest of that trip was uneventful; I made it home OK, picked up some presents in Panama, saw some old friends, and made it back to college in one piece. But I'll always recall that first Christmas away from home, and the greatest Christmas present I ever received. Not my first erector set, or the 114 piece Lincoln Log tube. Not my first really Cool bicycle, a purple spider bike with banana seat, big handle bars and a three speed shifter on the bar. Not my first electric guitar, a Fender, and amp, which I think my parents had some second thoughts about. No, Sheri's was the nicest gift I ever received, and probably ever will receive, for Christmas. "Thanks" just doesn't seem to say enough. Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts, for Literotica

Welcome dear listeners to our Halloween special – this Special is a bit different to our usual format, because this is the first time ever that we have conducted an interview with a witness. In this episode, Steve travels to South Wales to meet Rachel who regales her story of obsession, addiction, possession – and ultimately power.In this second part, Rachel talks to Steve about the vice-like grip the Ouija board held in her formative years, and of the legacy it spun as well as the strange power she has within. Join us as we delve into the frightening moments manifested … across the board of years … Do you have an interesting story which you'd be willing to share with the show? If so, your story could feature in our end of season Listeners' Stories episodes – or a Dear Steve. Please get in touch with the show via our new Haunted UK Podcast Website, or email us at contactus@hauntedukpodcast.com, marking the subject as Listener Story or Dear Steve. All stories are treated with the utmost privacy and respect – if you wish to remain anonymous – that's no problem at all.  Please check out our  Haunted UK Podcast Patreon page or Ko-fi  to support the show and gain access to reams of bonus content such as our exclusive series ‘Tour Haunts' and the back catalogue of the extended interview series ‘Talk Haunts'– PLUS an EXTRA  episode a month (!!)Also available are early ad-free episodes and lots more. Thank you so much for supporting us here at Haunted UK Podcast – we can't wait for you to listen – and join our growing community! We're waiting for your stories ...  You can support us and follow us for updates at: Patreon: Haunted UK Podcast PatreonKo-fi: https://ko-fi.com/hauntedukpodcastWebsite: https://hauntedukpodcast.com/Instagram: Haunted UK PodcastFacebook: FacebookTwitter/X: @hauntedukpodTik-Tok: Tik-TokThis episode was: Written and presented by: Steve Holloway Produced by: Pink Flamingo Home Studio. Follow the studio on Instagram . For further details on mixing, mastering and recording services, please email pinkflamingo.musicproductions@hotmail.com Script edited and co-produced by: Marie Waller.For more information on Marie's copywriting, editing and proofreading services, please contact Marie at mariewaller.proofreading@gmail.com You can also find Marie on Instagram and Substack.  Voice talent: Martha Cassidy and Isla Carr.If supernatural fiction is also your style, please check out our recently launched sister podcast Haunted UK Fiction. For further details and updates, you can follow the show on Instagram.  If you're an established or budding writer, and you have a well-curated supernatural-themed fictional story – we would love to hear from you – please submit your work for consideration at  hauntedukfiction@hotmail.com.Thank you again for listening to and supporting the Haunted UK Podcast – so until the next episode ... take care … and stay safe.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/haunted-uk-podcast--6759967/support.

Welcome dear listeners to our Halloween special – this Special is a bit different to our usual format, because this is the first time ever that we have conducted an interview with a witness. In this episode, Steve travels to South Wales to meet Rachel who regales her story of obsession, addiction, possession – and ultimately power.In this first part, Rachel talks to Steve about the eerie encounters that shaped her childhood, and which led her to a Ouija board and down a path she would never have wanted to take – a path, a board, which would hold much power over her … across the years …Do you have an interesting story which you'd be willing to share with the show? If so, your story could feature in our end of season Listeners' Stories episodes – or a Dear Steve. Please get in touch with the show via our new Haunted UK Podcast Website, or email us at contactus@hauntedukpodcast.com, marking the subject as Listener Story or Dear Steve. All stories are treated with the utmost privacy and respect – if you wish to remain anonymous – that's no problem at all.  Please check out our  Haunted UK Podcast Patreon page or Ko-fi  to support the show and gain access to reams of bonus content such as our exclusive series ‘Tour Haunts' and the back catalogue of the extended interview series ‘Talk Haunts'– PLUS an EXTRA  episode a month (!!)Also available are early ad-free episodes and lots more. Thank you so much for supporting us here at Haunted UK Podcast – we can't wait for you to listen – and join our growing community!We're waiting for your stories ... You can support us and follow us for updates at: Patreon: Haunted UK Podcast PatreonKo-fi: https://ko-fi.com/hauntedukpodcastWebsite: https://hauntedukpodcast.com/Instagram: Haunted UK PodcastFacebook: FacebookTwitter/X: @hauntedukpodTik-Tok: Tik-TokThis episode was: Written and presented by: Steve Holloway Produced by: Pink Flamingo Home Studio. Follow the studio on Instagram . For further details on mixing, mastering and recording services, please email pinkflamingo.musicproductions@hotmail.com Script edited and co-produced by: Marie Waller.For more information on Marie's copywriting, editing and proofreading services, please contact Marie at mariewaller.proofreading@gmail.com You can also find Marie on Instagram and Substack.  Voice talent: Martha Cassidy and Isla Carr.If supernatural fiction is also your style, please check out our recently launched sister podcast Haunted UK Fiction. For further details and updates, you can follow the show on Instagram.  If you're an established or budding writer, and you have a well-curated supernatural-themed fictional story – we would love to hear from you – please submit your work for consideration at  hauntedukfiction@hotmail.com.Thank you again for listening to and supporting the Haunted UK Podcast – so until the next episode ... take care … and stay safe.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/haunted-uk-podcast--6759967/support.

Do you have an interesting story which you'd be willing to share with the show? If so, your story could feature in our end of season Listeners' Stories episodes – or a Dear Steve. Please get in touch with the show via our new Haunted UK Podcast Website, or email us at contactus@hauntedukpodcast.com, marking the subject as Listener Story or Dear Steve. All stories are treated with the utmost privacy and respect – if you wish to remain anonymous – that's no problem at all.Please check out our  Haunted UK Podcast Patreon page or Ko-fi  to support the show and gain access to reams of bonus content such as our exclusive series ‘Tour Haunts' and the back catalogue of the extended interview series ‘Talk Haunts'– PLUS an EXTRA  episode a month (!!) Also available are early ad-free episodes and lots more. Thank you so much for supporting us here at Haunted UK Podcast – we can't wait for you to listen – and join our growing community!We're waiting for your stories ...You can support us and follow us for updates at:Patreon: Haunted UK Podcast Patreon Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/hauntedukpodcast Website: https://hauntedukpodcast.com/Instagram: Haunted UK Podcast Facebook: Facebook Twitter/X: @hauntedukpodTik-Tok: Tik-Tok This episode was:Written and presented by: Steve HollowayProduced by: Pink Flamingo Home Studio. Follow the studio on Instagram . For further details on mixing, mastering and recording services, please email pinkflamingo.musicproductions@hotmail.com Script edited and proofread by: Marie Waller.For more information on Marie's copywriting, editing and proofreading services, please contact Marie at mariewaller.proofreading@gmail.com You can also find Marie on Instagram and Substack. If supernatural fiction is also your style, please check out our recently launched sister podcast Haunted UK Fiction. For further details and updates, you can follow the show on Instagram.  If you're an established or budding writer, and you have a well-curated supernatural-themed fictional story – we would love to hear from you – please submit your work for consideration at  hauntedukfiction@hotmail.com. Thank you again for listening to and supporting the Haunted UK Podcast – so until the next episode ... take care … and stay safe.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/haunted-uk-podcast--6759967/support.

Do you have an interesting story which you'd be willing to share with the show? If so, your story could feature in our end of season Listeners' Stories episodes – or a Dear Steve. Please get in touch with the show via our new Haunted UK Podcast Website, or email us at contactus@hauntedukpodcast.com, marking the subject as Listener Story or Dear Steve. All stories are treated with the utmost privacy and respect – if you wish to remain anonymous – that's no problem at all.Please check out our  Haunted UK Podcast Patreon page or Ko-fi  to support the show and gain access to reams of bonus content such as our exclusive series ‘Tour Haunts' and the back catalogue of the extended interview series ‘Talk Haunts'– PLUS an EXTRA  episode a month (!!) Also available are early ad-free episodes and lots more. Thank you so much for supporting us here at Haunted UK Podcast – we can't wait for you to listen – and join our growing community!We're waiting for your stories ...You can support us and follow us for updates at:Patreon: Haunted UK Podcast Patreon Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/hauntedukpodcast Website: https://hauntedukpodcast.com/Instagram: Haunted UK Podcast Facebook: Facebook Twitter/X: @hauntedukpodTik-Tok: Tik-Tok This episode was:Written and presented by: Steve HollowayProduced by: Pink Flamingo Home Studio. Follow the studio on Instagram . For further details on mixing, mastering and recording services, please email pinkflamingo.musicproductions@hotmail.com Script edited and proofread by: Marie Waller.For more information on Marie's copywriting, editing and proofreading services, please contact Marie at mariewaller.proofreading@gmail.com You can also find Marie on Instagram and Substack. If supernatural fiction is also your style, please check out our recently launched sister podcast Haunted UK Fiction. For further details and updates, you can follow the show on Instagram.  If you're an established or budding writer, and you have a well-curated supernatural-themed fictional story – we would love to hear from you – please submit your work for consideration at  hauntedukfiction@hotmail.com. Thank you again for listening to and supporting the Haunted UK Podcast – so until the next episode ... take care … and stay safe.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/haunted-uk-podcast--6759967/support.

Do you have an interesting story which you'd be willing to share with the show? If so, your story could feature in our end of season Listeners' Stories episodes – or a Dear Steve. Please get in touch with the show via our new Haunted UK Podcast Website, or email us at contactus@hauntedukpodcast.com, marking the subject as Listener Story or Dear Steve. All stories are treated with the utmost privacy and respect – if you wish to remain anonymous – that's no problem at all.Please check out our  Haunted UK Podcast Patreon page or Ko-fi  to support the show and gain access to reams of bonus content such as our exclusive series ‘Tour Haunts' and the back catalogue of the extended interview series ‘Talk Haunts'– PLUS an EXTRA  episode a month (!!) Also available are early ad-free episodes and lots more. Thank you so much for supporting us here at Haunted UK Podcast – we can't wait for you to listen – and join our growing community!We're waiting for your stories ...You can support us and follow us for updates at:Patreon: Haunted UK Podcast Patreon Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/hauntedukpodcast Website: https://hauntedukpodcast.com/Instagram: Haunted UK Podcast Facebook: Facebook Twitter/X: @hauntedukpodTik-Tok: Tik-Tok This episode was:Written and presented by: Steve HollowayProduced by: Pink Flamingo Home Studio. Follow the studio on Instagram . For further details on mixing, mastering and recording services, please email pinkflamingo.musicproductions@hotmail.com Script edited and proofread by: Marie Waller.For more information on Marie's copywriting, editing and proofreading services, please contact Marie at mariewaller.proofreading@gmail.com You can also find Marie on Instagram and Substack. If supernatural fiction is also your style, please check out our recently launched sister podcast Haunted UK Fiction. For further details and updates, you can follow the show on Instagram.  If you're an established or budding writer, and you have a well-curated supernatural-themed fictional story – we would love to hear from you – please submit your work for consideration at  hauntedukfiction@hotmail.com. Thank you again for listening to and supporting the Haunted UK Podcast – so until the next episode ... take care … and stay safe.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/haunted-uk-podcast--6759967/support.

Do you have an interesting story which you'd be willing to share with the show? If so, your story could feature in our end of season Listeners' Stories episodes – or a Dear Steve. Please get in touch with the show via our new Haunted UK Podcast Website, or email us at contactus@hauntedukpodcast.com, marking the subject as Listener Story or Dear Steve. All stories are treated with the utmost privacy and respect – if you wish to remain anonymous – that's no problem at all.Please check out our  Haunted UK Podcast Patreon page or Ko-fi  to support the show and gain access to reams of bonus content such as our exclusive series ‘Tour Haunts' and the back catalogue of the extended interview series ‘Talk Haunts'– PLUS an EXTRA  episode a month (!!) Also available are early ad-free episodes and lots more. Thank you so much for supporting us here at Haunted UK Podcast – we can't wait for you to listen – and join our growing community!We're waiting for your stories ...You can support us and follow us for updates at:Patreon: Haunted UK Podcast Patreon Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/hauntedukpodcast Website: https://hauntedukpodcast.com/Instagram: Haunted UK Podcast Facebook: Facebook Twitter/X: @hauntedukpodTik-Tok: Tik-Tok This episode was:Written and presented by: Steve HollowayProduced by: Pink Flamingo Home Studio. Follow the studio on Instagram . For further details on mixing, mastering and recording services, please email pinkflamingo.musicproductions@hotmail.com Script edited and proofread by: Marie Waller.For more information on Marie's copywriting, editing and proofreading services, please contact Marie at mariewaller.proofreading@gmail.com You can also find Marie on Instagram and Substack. If supernatural fiction is also your style, please check out our recently launched sister podcast Haunted UK Fiction. For further details and updates, you can follow the show on Instagram.  If you're an established or budding writer, and you have a well-curated supernatural-themed fictional story – we would love to hear from you – please submit your work for consideration at  hauntedukfiction@hotmail.com. Thank you again for listening to and supporting the Haunted UK Podcast – so until the next episode ... take care … and stay safe.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/haunted-uk-podcast--6759967/support.

Do you have an interesting story which you'd be willing to share with the show? If so, your story could feature in our end of season Listeners' Stories episodes – or a Dear Steve. Please get in touch with the show via our new Haunted UK Podcast Website, or email us at contactus@hauntedukpodcast.com, marking the subject as Listener Story or Dear Steve. All stories are treated with the utmost privacy and respect – if you wish to remain anonymous – that's no problem at all.Please check out our  Haunted UK Podcast Patreon page or Ko-fi  to support the show and gain access to reams of bonus content such as our exclusive series ‘Tour Haunts' and the back catalogue of the extended interview series ‘Talk Haunts'– PLUS an EXTRA  episode a month (!!) Also available are early ad-free episodes and lots more. Thank you so much for supporting us here at Haunted UK Podcast – we can't wait for you to listen – and join our growing community!We're waiting for your stories ...You can support us and follow us for updates at:Patreon: Haunted UK Podcast Patreon Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/hauntedukpodcast Website: https://hauntedukpodcast.com/Instagram: Haunted UK Podcast Facebook: Facebook Twitter/X: @hauntedukpodTik-Tok: Tik-Tok This episode was:Written and presented by: Steve HollowayProduced by: Pink Flamingo Home Studio. Follow the studio on Instagram . For further details on mixing, mastering and recording services, please email pinkflamingo.musicproductions@hotmail.com Script edited and proofread by: Marie Waller.For more information on Marie's copywriting, editing and proofreading services, please contact Marie at mariewaller.proofreading@gmail.com You can also find Marie on Instagram and Substack. If supernatural fiction is also your style, please check out our recently launched sister podcast Haunted UK Fiction. For further details and updates, you can follow the show on Instagram.  If you're an established or budding writer, and you have a well-curated supernatural-themed fictional story – we would love to hear from you – please submit your work for consideration at  hauntedukfiction@hotmail.com. Thank you again for listening to and supporting the Haunted UK Podcast – so until the next episode ... take care … and stay safe.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/haunted-uk-podcast--6759967/support.

Do you have an interesting story which you'd be willing to share with the show? If so, your story could feature in our end of season Listeners' Stories episodes – or a Dear Steve. Please get in touch with the show via our new Haunted UK Podcast Website, or email us at contactus@hauntedukpodcast.com, marking the subject as Listener Story or Dear Steve.All stories are treated with the utmost privacy and respect – if you wish to remain anonymous – that's no problem at all.Please check out our  Haunted UK Podcast Patreon page or Ko-fi  to support the show and gain access to reams of bonus content such as our exclusive series ‘Tour Haunts' and the back catalogue of the extended interview series ‘Talk Haunts'– PLUS an EXTRA  episode a month (!!)Also available are early ad-free episodes and lots more.Thank you so much for supporting us here at Haunted UK Podcast – we can't wait for you to listen – and join our growing community!We're waiting for your stories ...You can support us and follow us for updates at:Patreon: Haunted UK Podcast PatreonKo-fi: https://ko-fi.com/hauntedukpodcastWebsite: https://hauntedukpodcast.com/Instagram: Haunted UK PodcastFacebook: FacebookTwitter/X: @hauntedukpodTik-Tok: Tik-TokThis episode was:Written and presented by: Steve HollowayProduced by: Pink Flamingo Home Studio. Follow the studio on Instagram . For further details on mixing, mastering and recording services, please email pinkflamingo.musicproductions@hotmail.comScript edited and proofread by: Marie Waller.For more information on Marie's copywriting, editing and proofreading services, please contact Marie at mariewaller.proofreading@gmail.comYou can also find Marie on Instagram and Substack.If supernatural fiction is also your style, please check out our recently launched sister podcast Haunted UK Fiction. For further details and updates, you can follow the show on Instagram.  If you're an established or budding writer, and you have a well-curated supernatural-themed fictional story – we would love to hear from you – please submit your work for consideration at  hauntedukfiction@hotmail.com.Thank you again for listening to and supporting the Haunted UK Podcast – so until the next episode ... take care … and stay safe.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/haunted-uk-podcast--6759967/support.

Do you have an interesting story which you'd be willing to share with the show? If so, your story could feature in our end of season Listeners' Stories episodes – or a Dear Steve. Please get in touch with the show via our new Haunted UK Podcast Website, or email us at contactus@hauntedukpodcast.com, marking the subject as Listener Story or Dear Steve.All stories are treated with the utmost privacy and respect – if you wish to remain anonymous – that's no problem at all. Please check out our  Haunted UK Podcast Patreon page or Ko-fi  to support the show and gain access to reams of bonus content such as our exclusive series ‘Tour Haunts' and the back catalogue of the extended interview series ‘Talk Haunts'– PLUS an EXTRA  episode a month (!!) Also available are early ad-free episodes and lots more. Thank you so much for supporting us here at Haunted UK Podcast – we can't wait for you to listen – and join our growing community!We're waiting for your stories ...You can support us and follow us for updates at:Patreon: Haunted UK Podcast PatreonKo-fi: https://ko-fi.com/hauntedukpodcastWebsite: https://hauntedukpodcast.com/Instagram: Haunted UK PodcastFacebook: FacebookTwitter/X: @hauntedukpodTik-Tok: Tik-TokThis episode was:Written and presented by: Steve HollowayProduced by: Pink Flamingo Home Studio. Follow the studio on Instagram . For further details on mixing, mastering and recording services, please email pinkflamingo.musicproductions@hotmail.comScript edited and proofread by: Marie Waller.For more information on Marie's copywriting, editing and proofreading services, please contact Marie at mariewaller.proofreading@gmail.com You can also find Marie on Instagram and Substack. If supernatural fiction is also your style, please check out our recently launched sister podcast Haunted UK Fiction. For further details and updates, you can follow the show on Instagram.  If you're an established or budding writer, and you have a well-curated supernatural-themed fictional story – we would love to hear from you – please submit your work for consideration at  hauntedukfiction@hotmail.com. Thank you again for listening to and supporting the Haunted UK Podcast – so until the next episode ... take care … and stay safe.

Do you have an interesting story which you'd be willing to share with the show? If so, your story could feature in our end of season Listeners' Stories episodes – or a Dear Steve. Please get in touch with the show via our new Haunted UK Podcast Website, or email us at contactus@hauntedukpodcast.com, marking the subject as Listener Story or Dear Steve.All stories are treated with the utmost privacy and respect – if you wish to remain anonymous – that's no problem at all.Please check out our  Haunted UK Podcast Patreon page or Ko-fi  to support the show and gain access to reams of bonus content such as our exclusive series ‘Tour Haunts' and the back catalogue of the extended interview series ‘Talk Haunts'– PLUS an EXTRA  episode a month (!!) Also available are early ad-free episodes and lots more. Thank you so much for supporting us here at Haunted UK Podcast – we can't wait for you to listen – and join our growing community!We're waiting for your stories ...You can support us and follow us for updates at:Patreon: Haunted UK Podcast PatreonKo-fi: https://ko-fi.com/hauntedukpodcastWebsite: https://hauntedukpodcast.com/Instagram: Haunted UK PodcastFacebook: FacebookTwitter/X: @hauntedukpodTik-Tok: Tik-TokThis episode was:Written and presented by: Steve HollowayProduced by: Pink Flamingo Home Studio. Follow the studio on Instagram . For further details on mixing, mastering and recording services, please email pinkflamingo.musicproductions@hotmail.comScript edited and proofread by: Marie Waller.For more information on Marie's copywriting, editing and proofreading services, please contact Marie at mariewaller.proofreading@gmail.com You can also find Marie on Instagram and Substack. If supernatural fiction is also your style, please check out our recently launched sister podcast Haunted UK Fiction. For further details and updates, you can follow the show on Instagram.  If you're an established or budding writer, and you have a well-curated supernatural-themed fictional story – we would love to hear from you – please submit your work for consideration at  hauntedukfiction@hotmail.com. Thank you again for listening to and supporting the Haunted UK Podcast – so until the next episode ... take care … and stay safe.

Do you have an interesting story which you'd be willing to share with the show? If so, your story could feature in our end of season Listeners' Stories episodes – or a Dear Steve. Please get in touch with the show via our new Haunted UK Podcast Website, or email us at contactus@hauntedukpodcast.com, marking the subject as Listener Story or Dear Steve.All stories are treated with the utmost privacy and respect – if you wish to remain anonymous – that's no problem at all. Please check out our  Haunted UK Podcast Patreon page or Ko-fi  to support the show and gain access to reams of bonus content such as our exclusive series ‘Tour Haunts' and the back catalogue of the extended interview series ‘Talk Haunts'– PLUS an EXTRA  episode a month (!!) Also available are early ad-free episodes and lots more. Thank you so much for supporting us here at Haunted UK Podcast – we can't wait for you to listen – and join our growing community!We're waiting for your stories ...You can support us and follow us for updates at:Patreon: Haunted UK Podcast PatreonKo-fi: https://ko-fi.com/hauntedukpodcastWebsite: https://hauntedukpodcast.com/Instagram: Haunted UK PodcastFacebook: FacebookTwitter/X: @hauntedukpodTik-Tok: Tik-TokThis episode was:Written and presented by: Steve HollowayProduced by: Pink Flamingo Home Studio. Follow the studio on Instagram . For further details on mixing, mastering and recording services, please email pinkflamingo.musicproductions@hotmail.comScript edited and proofread by: Marie Waller.For more information on Marie's copywriting, editing and proofreading services, please contact Marie at mariewaller.proofreading@gmail.com You can also find Marie on Instagram and Substack. If supernatural fiction is also your style, please check out our recently launched sister podcast Haunted UK Fiction. For further details and updates, you can follow the show on Instagram.  If you're an established or budding writer, and you have a well-curated supernatural-themed fictional story – we would love to hear from you – please submit your work for consideration at  hauntedukfiction@hotmail.com. Thank you again for listening to and supporting the Haunted UK Podcast – so until the next episode ... take care … and stay safe.

Do you have an interesting story which you'd be willing to share with the show? If so, your story could feature in our end of season Listeners' Stories episodes – or a Dear Steve. Please get in touch with the show via our new Haunted UK Podcast Website, or email us at contactus@hauntedukpodcast.com, marking the subject as Listener Story or Dear Steve.All stories are treated with the utmost privacy and respect – if you wish to remain anonymous – that's no problem at all. Please check out our  Haunted UK Podcast Patreon page or Ko-fi  to support the show and gain access to reams of bonus content such as our exclusive series ‘Tour Haunts' and the back catalogue of the extended interview series ‘Talk Haunts'– PLUS an EXTRA  episode a month (!!) Also available are early ad-free episodes and lots more. Thank you so much for supporting us here at Haunted UK Podcast – we can't wait for you to listen – and join our growing community!We're waiting for your stories ...You can support us and follow us for updates at:Patreon: Haunted UK Podcast PatreonKo-fi: https://ko-fi.com/hauntedukpodcastWebsite: https://hauntedukpodcast.com/Instagram: Haunted UK PodcastFacebook: FacebookTwitter/X: @hauntedukpodTik-Tok: Tik-TokThis episode was:Written and presented by: Steve HollowayProduced by: Pink Flamingo Home Studio. Follow the studio on Instagram . For further details on mixing, mastering and recording services, please email pinkflamingo.musicproductions@hotmail.comScript edited and proofread by: Marie Waller.For more information on Marie's copywriting, editing and proofreading services, please contact Marie at mariewaller.proofreading@gmail.com You can also find Marie on Instagram and Substack. If supernatural fiction is also your style, please check out our recently launched sister podcast Haunted UK Fiction. For further details and updates, you can follow the show on Instagram.  If you're an established or budding writer, and you have a well-curated supernatural-themed fictional story – we would love to hear from you – please submit your work for consideration at  hauntedukfiction@hotmail.com. Thank you again for listening to and supporting the Haunted UK Podcast – so until the next episode ... take care … and stay safe.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I've been married for two years, and I'm 25 years old. My husband is 26, and he pursued me heavily until I let him take me out. We had a great first date and he told me that he loved me. I fell for him really quick and we got married in no time. He lived out in the suburbs and I had an apartment downtown. So he stayed with me mostly before we got married. Right before the wedding, I moved in with him, and I met three other married couples in his neighborhood. They were all professional men, and they loved to golf, mainly because it was a status thing for them. And I asked my fiancee at the time why he never mentioned these friends. And he said they're his neighborhood friends. And he didn't really hang out with them because he was single. I got upset and asked him if he was rushing into marriage to fit in. He said, absolutely not, and I did not nag him about it. Fast forward to present day and we've been married for two years. My husband thinks it's okay to hang out with his neighborhood friends every Friday and Saturday night. It's fine if they're in the backyard or in one of their man caves, but they like to go to the city to hang out. I'm the only wife in the group that has a problem with it. One of the wives told me that as soon as I start getting tired of my husband, I will look forward to him hanging out at night. My husband said that I'm making us look bad as a unit because I'm always calling around complaining about him being out. I don't like that they let their husbands do whatever they want to do, and I hope it doesn't rub off on my husband.... Listen for more plus Shirley and Uncle Steve's response!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley,I've been in a relationship with a man for two years and he treats me like a side chick. I can spend the night at his house, but I can't leave anything at his house. Meanwhile, he has toiletries at my house, and each has left his Steelers blanket folded up neatly on my couch and asked me not to move it. On Sunday, his mom and dad called and said they were stopping by because they were in the area. He said I should go before they got there. I get that it wouldn't be good to meet them for the first time like that, but he couldn't have because he could have been nicer about it or he could have said I could meet them another time..... Listen for Shirley and Steve's response!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Strawberry Letter for Monday, April 7th, 2025: My Husband And His Pretty Best Friend. "Dear Steve & Shirley, I've known my husband since I was in high school and we have been in an on and off relationship for 31 years. Years ago, my husband made bad choices and he was sentenced to eight years in prison for selling marijuana. I stood by him the entire time he was incarcerated because I knew he was my soulmate. When he got out of prison, he kept his promise to be with me forever and we have been married for five years. He has a good job, even though he's an ex -con and he bought us a new house and he takes care of our finances. My only problem is that he works from home and has a lot of free time during the day. Since he likes to hang out with his friends while I'm at work, there is one friend in particular that I have a huge problem with. We have both known her since high school, since we were in high school, but they became closer friends over the years…" Listen for the rest of the story and to hear Steve & Shirley’s responses!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I met my boyfriend at the car dealership. I was there for an oil change and he greeted me. There was a long wait time so during that time I enjoyed talking to the man... Listen for the rest of the letter and Steve and Shirley's response!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I'm a 52 year old married woman and my husband is 56. We've been married for 15 years and he's taken me through a lot of ups and downs.... Listen for the rest of the letter plus Steve and Shirley's response!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Did He Call Me the Wrong Name? Dear Steve and Shirley, my partner and I have been off and on for a few years and he's a great man, but he LOVES women he's trying to be monogamous according to our therapist, I'm 51 and I have never heard such a thing as needing therapy to be faithful... Listen in to hear the rest of the letter plus Shirley and Steve Harvey's response!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I was messing with my homegirl for years and finally her husband caught us naked from the waist down in the coat closet. He came home early and we got busted hiding in the closet. So here we are a year later and her divorce is final and my long term girlfriend dumped me. My homegirl thinks that since I was messing with her while she was married, that it's fate and we are meant to be together. No we're not and I told her that, but she has trouble understanding me. We've been cool since high school, but it's never been more than sex. Back when I was married, I did not mess around with her. I honestly don't know why I went back to her...................................................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I'm a thirty one year old single black man and about two months ago I was not ready to settle down yet, so I was mingling and dating. After countless failures with meeting women, I finally came across a much older woman who was on the same page that I was on. She only wanted sex and that's it. She invited me to her house one evening, and from the moment I got there, it started getting heated. We were kissing and grinding on her sofa, and as it was about to go down, she left me on the sofa and went upstairs to her room, and she told me to give her ten minutes. So I undressed and went upstairs, and it was pitch black. She told me where to go, and I followed her voice into a room where all I heard was jingling keys and metal clinging, and something that sounded like a towel was hitting a mattress.................................................................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I am twenty eight years old and my boyfriend is twenty seven. He was an old flame that I had in school, and I decided to rekindle things with him. He pursued me, and I finally gave in. I realized he was the missing piece in my life and he told me the same thing. He moved in with me the second week of our relationship, and we were learning to love each other again. All was well until he took me to his family reunion. His ex-girlfriend was there and he knew she would be there. He has a daughter with her, so she came with his daughter......................................................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, My husband and I have been together for twenty four years and married for fifteen years. We dated and broke up a lot in the past because he's a cheater. He had sex with six women that I know of, and I'm sure there are plenty that I don't know about in the past fifteen years. He said he's been faithful and he stopped all of the messing around a year before we got married. My husband has embarrassed me to no end, and my family still has a problem with accepting him. I thought things were going good and I kind of let my guard down, but my family was right and I never should have married him. I could be wrong, but all the evidence points to him cheating again........................................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I'm married to a big baby that acts like he can't do anything without me. I even went on his last job interview and sat in the lobby for moral support. I never liked a whimpy man, and he hasn't always been like this. He lost his confidence when he started having problems with the erectile dysfunction. It took away his swagger and ruined our sex life. I adjusted and never blamed him or made jokes about it. He used to drink a lot, and that's why he couldn't have sex with me. Over time, it became the norm. So now that we're not having sex, I tend to treat him like he's just a roommate.......................................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I've been messing around with the guy that I worked with. He said he saw something special in me, so he got me transferred to his team. I looked up to his man because of his work ethic and how he commanded the room at our meetings. He is a straight nerd, but there's something about him. It's probably all of the big words he uses, but OMG, he is stuck in the late nineties with his hair, his suits, and even the way he talks.  Thank goodness, he's not that way in the bedroom. He's large and in charge there............................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I'm married and I think we have a rodent problem in our house because of my husband's friend. Let me be clear. We don't have a filthy house, and we don't eat anywhere but in our kitchen and occasionally in our living room. My husband got out of the military a few years ago and we chose to settle down in a metropolitan area. When our friends come to town, they always want to stay with us. So when my husband's friend got out of the military, he has to stay with us for a while while he looked for a house in our area. Since he's been in our home, there have been certain smells that I have never experienced before...............................................................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I'm a thirty three year old married woman and my husband is thirty six. We met on a blind date that was set up by one of our mutual friends. This friend of ours recently got married and we weren't invited because I don't get along with his new wife. I'm a ride or die type of friend, so I warned our friend about this woman before he married her. She had cheated on her first husband and she used to mess with my brother. She works at night, but she is not always at work. She usually takes a two hour lung break and she goes to hang out at a restaurant next to her job...........................................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I'm a 32 year old man and I just started a job teaching adults that are getting a GED. I'm loving it so far, but I need advice on how to handle a very aggressive female student in her early 60s. At the end of one of my lectures, she approached me and asked what gym I go to because I have a very nice body. I blushed and didn't know what to say! She winked at me and left.................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I got a call that my husband was sleep in his car behind the bar that he goes to on Friday nights after work. I pulled up on him there and he was asleep in the back seat with the windows cracked. His pants were unbuttoned and his shoes were off. I tapped on the window and he did not budge, so I hit the button to unlock the car. Then he jumped up and screamed. I told him to get out of the car, but he refused to. He said that he did not know how he got there. I should lead because it was not safe for me to be there. I told him I wasn't going anywhere until he got out of the car...........................................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I've been with my boyfriend for seven going on eight years, off and on. He's broken up with me three times because he says I'm not domestic enough, or I say the wrong things when he asked me to do things. Then he'll call so we can get back together. Just recently, I moved back in with him and he got upset that men were speaking to me at a motorcycle event when he left me alone for hours at a time. Mind you, these men were not hitting on me at all, and he knew one of the guys and a guy told him we were all just hanging around and talking, but the whole time he was over with a group of women showing off his bike..................................................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I am dating a man that has a lot of female friends. I don't like it, but they seem harmless, so I've learned to go with the flow. He is on a bowling team with two of his closest friends from his childhood. They're girly girls, and it bothers me because I don't do all of the weed, makeup, lashes and stilettos like them. I feel self-conscious around them. To be totally honest, he assured me that he isn't into all of that either, and he loves how I dress and how I carry myself. He told my stepdad that he wants to marry me. So I have been on pins and needles, thinking he's going to pop the question at any minute. He booked a weekend trip to the nearby beach, and he said he just wanted to get away.................................................. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, for the past 23 years, I've been married to the nicest guy in the world and I have always tried to be the perfect wife and mother. In the beginning of our marriage, our sex life was perfect, but over the past 7 years, things have drastically changed. In 2018, we had sex maybe 8 times in the whole year. I counted them. I don't think he is cheating, because all he does is go to work and come home. If he goes out, we go out as a family. I just don't think that he is interested in sex at all. He is completely complacent and I've stopped initiating sex because I get tired of him telling me to “move” all of the time......................................  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I've been married for three years and my husband had two sons when we got married. I'm cordial with the mom of his nine year old son. It's the mother of the two year old that I don't vibe with. Here's why my husband and I split up a month before our planned wedding date because we were arguing over wedding plans and money. He started sleeping on the couch and we ignored each other for weeks, so we postponed the wedding and he moved in with his cousin. During that time, he met a girl and was having sex with her without protection..........................................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I am a 30 year old mother with 3 children. My children's father and I have been together over 10 years so let me say this before you bash me… he has asked to marry me him several times and I respectfully declined because we need to go to therapy before we get married. Here's why… My confidence is at an all-time low because my children's father has cheated many times...............See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I'm a 35 year old man with 2 kids and a stepdaughter by my wife. I love my family, but I have come to a breaking point with my wife. For the second time in 4 years she has left the home and cut off all contact with me and the kids. The first time she left, she ran off with a man that she met online. She bought a bus ticket and rode out west and didn't contact us for a month. Eventually, the guy dumped her and she reached out to me.............  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I love my wife very much and she is the mother of my children, but I have another woman. My wife is very beautiful and smart, but she doesn't submit to me like my mistress does. My wife wants me to be the man of the house all of the time and when I ask her for help on certain things, she huffs and puffs. I just want a partnership with her and raise our children together..................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, my husband of 22 years has made a lot of changes in the last 6 months. He's been in the military since I met him and he retired last year, but he still hangs around with his co-workers. He has always cursed like a sailor because he was a sailor when he was younger. When we had our first child, I asked him to watch what he said around our daughter and he slacked up with using profanity.....................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I'm married to my high school sweetheart but we have only been married for 4 years. After high school, we went our separate ways and he was married for 20 years and had 3 kids with his wife. I was married for 13 years and I got a divorce and was raising my 2 children alone, when I reconnected with my high school sweetheart. We blended our families and picked right back up where we left off in high school....................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I met a very beautiful woman that is hood and bougie. She's a bad dresser and she has a bad figure. She's got a bad ride and she's got a mean walk. I mean bad as in good, Steve, real good. We met at a lounge and she stood out from her group of girlfriends. She was poised and graceful and I watched her sip wine while her friends were all loudly chanting and taking shots.....................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I need your advice on an issue with my husband. We've been married almost 2 years and we are parents of a 7 month old baby girl. I'm a nurse and I work nights, 7pm till 3am. My husband is an optometrist and he had a licensing exam in Maine last month so he had to be gone for 5 days. I suggested that my best friend's sister babysit while I was at work. She's 25 now and I've known her since she was in 3rd grade..................  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I am engaged to a man that I work with. We both teach elementary school and when he transferred to my school, it was love at first site for me. At the time, I had only been divorced a few months and my ex-husband was still pursuing me and trying to work things out. He cheated on me more than a few times when we were married, so I divorced him...................................  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I started messing with the man that lives next to me. He was in a long distance relationship, so we started messing around out of boredom. I'm separated from my husband, so it was helping me out, and it was convenient. His girlfriend has moved to town and she's always at his house, so we can't spend as much time together as we used to. I went out and I met a man at karaoke night and he came back to my place. One thing led to another and we had sex, and I mean it was good too. I must have been too loud because I heard banging on the wall..................................................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, you are not going to believe this. I am 30 years old and my longtime girlfriend has an identical twin sister. I can barely tell them apart sometimes. They both have short curly afros, they both have dimples in both cheeks and their bodies are the same. My girlfriend and her twin love to prank me and confuse me since they look so much alike. Their little pranking went too far and now I want in on the fun.......................................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I've been dating a guy for close to three years and I need some advice on a major issue I'm having with him. I love this man and he is a great guy. He loves me, too, and we have been talking about marriage. But here's my issue… I can not stand going to his house because it is always a mess. When we spend quality time together, we're always at my house and I have to encourage him to pick up after himself and not eat all over my house. He and his teenage son live like slobs and I have told him that I don't feel comfortable at his house............................  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I've been married for four years and I just had my first child at age forty. My husband has two children from a previous marriage. When I came home with the baby, he had his two children at my house and it was a mess. His son is fourteen and his daughter is eleven. My husband said they're not used to cleaning up, so he would get to it. His entitled children have a housekeeper at their main home with their mom so they don't have to lift a finger. I didn't speak to him for days because the house was filthy, and he shouldn't have me and our newborn daughter come home to filth. I told his ex wife that she should start now. It's not too late to give the kids basic chores around the home........................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I am 57 years old and have been married to an intelligent, extremely good looking 60 year old man for ten years. We're admired by friends and family because we seem to have the perfect marriage. At home and in public, we act like two teenagers in love. We send each other silly texts all day and we play all kind of silly games at home..............  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I am in need of advice. I am a 36 year old divorced man and I'm engaged to be married. I'm a middle school teacher and I have 2 children by my first marriage. My first wife is also a teacher at the same school and we divorced after I caught her cheating on me in her car with the track coach at our school. After the scandal, he transferred to a high school and my ex-wife married him. It was hell to have to work with her after she moved on with the guy that she cheated on me with..................See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I have some news to share with you and I need your input. I am a 33 year old woman and I have a female friend that everyone thinks is just a friend, but secretly, she's my girlfriend. Girlfriend, as in lover. It all started about four years ago when we both were having issues in our love life and we started venting, crying and holding each other. One thing lead to another and it was on! I totally loved the experience and wish I could be with her more, but we live in different cities................  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dear Steve and Shirley, I'm 28 years old and single and I've had the worst dating history of all of my friends. I was recently dating a guy that told me he had a stalker and we had to lay low for a while until she left him alone. I understood why he might have a stalker because he is fine and sexy with a bald head and full beard. He's 36 years old so I was intrigued by dating an older man for the first time........................  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.