Picture perfect Trilogy
Judy’s story (part 2)
(The revised edition)

Prologue;

If you haven’t read, “Picture Perfect Trilogy” (Gary‘s story) (the revised edition) I would advise reading that before this.
My original story, although very popular, did have some criticisms that I thought were very valid so, I have revised the story.

I hope you enjoy this as much as you did the first story.

Thank you very much;

And now:

Picture Perfect Trilogy
Judy’s Story
(The revised edition)


My name is Judy Asher. I’m sitting in a restaurant in L.A. waiting to see Gary Asher, my ex husband, for the first time in almost four, long years. I can’t remember ever being this nervous at any other point in my life. What I did to my husband back in Chicago was unforgivable. I’m surprised he even agreed to see me.

As I sit here waiting for his arrival, I can remember back to those days in Chicago. I remember them like it was yesterday.

It started one morning when I was down town shopping. My husband was a professional photographer and owned a studio just a few blocks from the store so, after shopping, I had intended to surprise him, maybe even have lunch together if he wasn’t too busy.

Instead, I ran into Pete Jeffers, my very first heart throb from high school. In those days I was kind of gangly and most of the boys wouldn’t even look at me. Pete was a senior when I was a junior and I was astonished when, one day, he approached me at my locker and asked me out on a date. It was my first real date. At the end of a wonderful evening, he gave me my very first real kiss from boy. They say you never forget your first and I still remember how it felt that night to be in his arms as he softly pressed his lips to mine.

For the rest of the school year we were hardly ever out of each other’s sight. Our love affair continued into the summer months and I had visions of becoming Mrs. Pete Jeffers. As the summer was coming to a close we both had to start thinking about school again. I had to go back for my senior year of high and Pete would soon be leaving for his first year of college.

I remember fighting with my emotions at that time. In spite of some heavy petting, through our relationship, I still managed to hold on to my virtue. On several occasions, Pete would try to get me to go further but I could tell by his actions, even though boys that age don’t like to admit it, he was as much a virgin as I was. I was determined to keep us both that way until our wedding night, but the thought of not seeing him for months on end, and him being around all those college girls had me worried When Pete said he wanted to show me how much he loved me before leaving I buckled and agreed to have sex with him. He was the love of my life, and I wanted to lose my cherry to him, even if it was a little sooner than I had anticipated.

Pete’s parents both worked so his place was available during the day.
I can remember being so covert. We snuck around the back of his house and went in through the back door so none of his neighbors would see us. Even though the house was empty, we tip toed up to his bedroom. My emotions were on high. I was scared, excited, nervous, wound up, exhilarated, and terrified all at the same time. Pete was holding my hand as we climbed the stairs to his bedroom and, from his sweaty palms, I knew he was just as nervous as I was.

We sat on his bed for a while just kissing. Then he started unbuttoning my blouse. He put my hand in his lap and I could feel he was hard. As nervous as we were, we managed to get each others clothes off, or at least, most of them. I stood dressed only in my bra and panties and he in his shorts. I don’t know about him, but I was so embarrassed I felt hot all over. Finally, we both took a deep breath and did away with the last of our modesty.

We had no idea what we were doing. I laid across his bed and he climbed on top. He clumsily played with my nipples for a couple of minutes then tried to put his dick in my pussy.

I was dry as a bone from being so nervous and yelled out in pain when he tried to stick it in. He jumped, got scared, and his erection went down immediately. We both started apologizing to the other profusely. Now, not only were we embarrassed, but we were both demoralized and mortified as well.

After a few minutes Pete wanted to try again, but I couldn’t do it. I was crying as I got dressed and I know Pete was terribly disappointed and humiliated. The following week Pete went off to college and we didn’t speak a lot after that.

The memories of that relationship are so bitter-sweet. I guess it’s true about never forgetting your first love, although I sure wish I could forget the trauma we both experienced our, so called, first time.

Pete and I had many years to catch up on. Since my husband really wasn’t expecting me anyway, I decided to accept Pete’s invitation and have lunch with him. We went to a little place that my husband and I went to sometimes. It was a nice, quiet little place and it would give us some time to talk without a lot of interruptions. I was kind of hoping my husband might even stop by for lunch and would join us, but he most likely had a full day.

As we talked the memories came flooding back to both us. We talked about some of our friends from high school and what happened to them. We talked about some of our dates. Looking back on some of those moonlit nights and how very romantic they were at the time, brought back feelings of being young again. We both got wrapped up in the memories and, at one point, realized we were holding hands.

Of course, we both avoided talking about our debacle in his bedroom that day, although I knew we both remembered it vividly.

Before each of us knew it, three hours had passed. We both had to bring our reminiscing to an end, but we exchanged phone numbers and promised to call and get together again. I had absolutely no intension of cheating with him or anyone else. After ten years of marriage, I was still desperately in love with my husband.

After dinner that night I was just about to tell Gary about my day, including running into an old high school friend, but before I started to speak Gary asked me my opinion about an upcoming shoot he had planned. Since I was a former model he often asked me for suggestions and ideas. It always made me feel so good to know my husband valued my input and considered me a partner as well as his wife.

We discussed a variety of options and I got so involved I forgot all about my day and never mentioned it to Gary.

Several days later I made arrangements to pick up an old friend for lunch. Amber was also an ex model. She never achieved the success I had but we became close friends back in our modeling days and had remained so ever since. Between the two of us, Amber was always the adventurous one. If we got into trouble, back in those days, it was Amber who was always the instigator. Even years later she had one, major, character flaw that I always had to overlook, she had, had several affairs outside of her marriage. She knew my feelings on the subject so we had an understanding, I didn’t ask her about them and she never spoke of them in my presents.

While on my way to her house, I called her from my car to let her know I‘d be there in just a few minutes. Knowing her dirty, little mind, I thought I’d tease her a little over the phone and told her about meeting a secret love. I knew she would be chomping at the bit for all the dirty little details.

I picked her up at her house then drove a couple miles to the little restaurant where we usually ate. She could hardly contain herself. As soon as we had been seated and our orders taken, Amber leaned over and whispered, “Okay, enough of the suspense, tell me about this secret love of yours.”

I laughed. “Well, there’s nothing secret about it, I just ran into my very first love from high school the other day.” We sat and I told her the whole story, including the nightmare that was supposed to be our wonderful, first time.

As I spoke about that day in Pete‘s bedroom, even after all these years, I could feel a certain sense of sadness come over me. Some psychologists say that the traumas we experience when we’re young never really go away. The feelings I felt that day, so many years ago, were actually still gnawing at me. I hadn’t realized it until running into Pete. That day brought back more than just memories, it brought back feelings as well.

Amber could see what I was experiencing. She said she could see in it my face, the good mixed with the bad, it was all there as I talked. “There’s only one way to wipe out the trauma of that day,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said smiling in anticipation of my friend’s advice, “and what’s that?”

“You have to fuck him.”

I immediately got angry. “Amber, you know how I feel about that, maybe you consider sleeping around worth your marriage, but I don’t.”

“Okay, okay, don’t get your panties in a bunch,” she said, “I know how you feel about my affairs, but this wouldn’t be an affair. It would be a one time thing. One time in the sack with the first love of your life to wipe out a painful memory. That’s all.”

“Look, Amber, I can’t deny I wished it had been different that day. I wished we had made wonderful and passionate love to each other for hours, but I don’t see how sleeping with Pete now will wipe out that memory even if I did do it.”

“By reliving it,” she said. “The only way to rectify a bad situation is to relive it and make it a good situation. Okay, maybe you’ll always have the memory of that horrible day, but this way you would also have a wonderful memory along with it.”

“And what if Gary ever found out? What would I tell him?”

“Come on, how is Gary ever going to find out. If you kept seeing him, that would be one thing, but a one time shot. There’s no way Gary would ever know.”

“I’m not like you, Amber, I don’t think I could keep it a secret. I’d feel so guilty I’d probably blab myself.”

“Oh bull,” Amber said, “It would simply be your little secret and when you’re old and gray, you won’t be wondering how it would have felt to make love to your first heart-throb.”

“I don’t know how you do it, Amber,” I said, still peeved at her suggestion. “How can you have so many affairs and keep Bill from finding out?”

“Well,” said Amber, losing the smile that was on her face, “actually, I think Bill knows.”

I was shocked when she told me. If Bill knew, how come they’re still together? “He knows?” exclaiming a little too loudly for a public place.

“Shhhhhh,” Amber hushed me. “I’m not really sure but I think so. He never initiates love making any more. It’s always me. When I do coax him, he just doesn’t seem to have his heart in it any more. I could be wrong, he’s never said anything to me……it’s….well, I just have this feeling that’s all.”

“Are you seeing anyone now?” I couldn’t even believe I was talking to her about this. Up till now, it’s been a hard and fast rule not to talk about her affairs.

“No, I broke it off with the last guy several months ago and haven’t really looked for anyone else. I think I’m going to cool it for awhile. I still think you should screw this Pete though, just once, just to get that terrible day out of your head.”

At that point I said I didn’t want to talk about it anymore but I had to admit, I was actually thinking about sleeping with another man for the first time since I married Gary.

After lunch we went back to Amber’s place and talked silly girl talk a little more. On the way home, I kept thinking of what Amber said about knowing what it would be like to sleep with Pete, my first love.