When are we all going to learn to just start trying to fuck these people when we first figure out that we want to fuck these people? (MF, 19)

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Romi

So apologies up front, because this is another “finally banged my high school crush years later” tale. I suppose there’s a reason this sub is littered with so many stories that fit this bill…mainly because it is fucking AWESOME to bang your high school crush years later. High school wasn’t that bad for me but in retrospect it still blew. The amount of time and frustration I spent worrying about bullshit was inordinate, and I consider myself to have been a relatively well-adjusted and sexually successful high school kid. These after-the-fact conquests are always going to be highlights of the spank bank for anyone who has the luck to pull them off.

So I grew up in the country and went to a smallish high school, with a graduating class of about 120 kids. Most of us had known each other since pre-school, but there were always a few new kids every year. Usually this was as a result of faculty turnover at the small college in my hometown. These interlopers would come in over the summer months and when school started in the fall they’d have to go through all of the pains of being a new kid in an insular little shithole town.

Romi was the new kid in 7th grade. This was an ideal time to move to a new place, particularly our school, as it was the first year that we were in the same building as the high school kids. If ever there was a time when it was going to be socially acceptable to reinvent yourself, it was 7th grade in my hometown. Her mom was a newly hired dean at the college.

Romi was a standout in every way possible way, starting with that name. None of us had ever even heard of anyone named Romi, much less met one. She was also well into puberty by the time she started class with us – she grew to 6’1” and had the best tits in the class by a mile by the time we graduated. At the age of 13, she was strikingly beautiful (or at least, to my 13 year old ass thought she was). Tall, slender, with a genuinely beautiful face, dark brown eyes, and curly natural blonde hair that hung to her shoulders, she was also apparently graced with a brain as she was in all of my AP classes.

So the new girl was also the girl with the weird name, the high power parent, and the good grades, and to top it all off she was gorgeous. It must have seemed incredibly unfair to the girls I grew up with, as every guy in the school had a thing for her, from the sportos to the motorheads to the geeks to the sluts to the bloods to the waistoids to the dweebies to the dickheads…we all thought she was a righteous babe.

She maybe could have handled all of the attention a little better, but I’m willing to cut her some slack as she was only 13 when she started at our school. Of course she fell in with the cool kids. Of course she started dating the senior quarterback when we were freshmen. Of course she had a boyfriend at the college when we were sophomores onward. None of us regular people could compete with that cohort. She was an Amazon goddess.

The thing is, she had an inner nerd and that inner nerd had a thing for my flagrantly outer nerd. Much of our schedule coincided over the years and I got to know her very well. We sat next to each other in several classes and clicked on multiple levels. She ALWAYS had a boyfriend (and about 30 guys waiting to be next in line should she dump whoever she was with), but she always kept me close as well. I always had the same girlfriend all through high school, and there was a lot of jealously on both their parts over my attention.

So we graduate and go our separate ways. I go off to college a few hours away and she stays in town to go to the college her mom runs. We lose touch completely over the course of the year, but I came home to stay with my mom the summer between freshman and sophomore year, when we were both 19.

At this point she has fully blossomed. She was always ahead of the curve, body-wise (har har), but she was a starter on multiple athletic teams when we were in high school. That athleticism coupled with a struggle with body image lead her to being particularly slender when we were in school. Thankfully she dumped all of the bullshit obsession over weight when she got to college. The freshman 15 was more like 30, but it was in all the right places. She was statuesque, to put it mildly. Nearly as tall as me, outrageous hips, tits that no T-shirt could contain, and a big round ass. The closest famous person I can equate her to is a Playboy model from the 90s called Victoria Silverstedt:

http://es.ign.com/movies/65945/feature/victoria-silvstedt-nos-deja-mudos

That summer I worked for a landscaping company that one of Romi’s dad’s friends ran. She found out that I was back in town and came to visit me at the end of the day in mid-June. She wasn’t particularly dressed up – just a pair of cutoff jeans shorts (not even obscenely short) and a T-shirt, but man…she was a walking wet dream. It was hot as shit that summer and she had the sleeves on her T-shirt rolled up and was glistening with sweat. We chatted for a bit and made plans to get together for dinner that night. As soon as she drove off, all of the dirtbag dudes I was working with were hooting about how hot she was and insisting that I get in her pants. I didn’t think anything of it at the time as I was certain she was probably dating one of the football players from the college.

We meet up for dinner and do a bunch of catching up. She’s actually dating the runningback coach. I’m not too heartbroken as I was anticipating this. We talk as if no time had passed, and before I know it the pub we’re eating at is closing down. She offers to have me come back to her parents place – they were out of town for the weekend and my mom didn’t care about enforcing a curfew on me at that age.

We get to her place and have a couple of beers. She tells me that things aren’t going well with her boyfriend and that they’ve recently taken a break. At this point we’re sitting on opposite ends of the couch watching Letterman and she stretches her feet out to me and asks for a footrub. I’m starting to sense where this is going. She seems into the massage, closing her eyes and making soft moans, but after 15 minutes or so she jumps up during a commercial. By this point I’ve got an erection but I’m still not thinking anything is going to happen. I know that I’m going to jerk off to her as soon as I get home, though.

SEXY TIMES

So I figure she’s just using the bathroom and I’m sitting there in this otherwise empty house with a boner, kind of feeling like a dipshit. I hear her say “Hey, come over here”, and so I get up and walk to the head of the stairs down to the basement, where her room is. She’s changed out of her cutoffs and T-shirt and is wearing a floor-length kimono. She’s also put her hair up.

“This is what I wear to bed,” she says.

Gulp.

I’m stammering for words and she slowly walks up the stairs to me. Gets to the top and puts her hands around my neck to pull me in for a kiss.

She tastes like strawberries (and, if we’re being honest, Keystone Light). It’s intoxicating. She’s pushing her tits up against me and I’ve got my hands on those amazing hips. At this point I’ve only ever been with 1 other girl and I’m nothing near suave about it, but I do what I can. We stand there with our tongues in each others’ mouths for a bit before I pull away.

“That’s very nice,” I stammer, out, or some such bullshit. She takes my by the hand and walks me over to the living room. Tells me to lay down. I’m on the carpet and she slowly undoes the sash.

“This is what I really wear to bed,” she says, and slowly opens the kimono up to reveal that she’s completely naked underneath. This was the late 90s, mind you, so she still had a bush, but it was awesome. Dark blonde like her hair, but neatly trimmed into a landing strip. Her tits were so big as to almost sag, with huge purple pepproni-sized areolae.

I’m speechless. I have no game at this point. I cannot believe this is happening. The amount of time I spent thinking about and jacking off to this girl over the years is insane, and here she is now standing above me naked. Again: I cannot believe this is happening.

She lets the kimono hang open and lowers down to straddle me. Starts rubbing my chest with her hands then leans over to kiss me so I can get my hands on those amazing tits. I lean up and take them in my mouth, alternating between the two, licking and sucking them. She moans in pleasure.

As I’m tonguing her tits, she’s pulling on my belt. Gets my fly undone and pulls my pants down to my knees. She leans back from my face and takes my cock in her hand, slowly stroking me up and down while making eye contact. I am covered in precum so this is actually and amazing handjob – in retrospect, the best I’ve ever had, considering who was giving it.

“You want to?” she says as she slides forward a bit, shaking the kimono the rest of the way off. She’s now completely naked on top of me and is rubbing her pussy up and down the length of my shaft.

I nod an affirmative. I couldn't have said no if I had had wanted to, and I sure as shit didn’t want to. I can smell her cunt now – it’s sweet, like her kiss – and she slides all the way up to my head, reaches back behind her with her hand, and guides me in.

She’s soaking wet and loose. Not quite throwing-a-hotdog-down-a-hallway loose, but God knows how many guys she had fucked by that point. I make a mental note to get myself tested before I sleep with anybody else. Then I just lay back and enjoy the ride.

She’s so wet I can hear my cock sliding in an out of her cunt immediately. It’s turning us both on even more and I start thrusting up into her with my hips, kneading her breasts with my hands. She starts out on her knees but after a while she gets up into a squatting position and proceeds to fuck my brains out. She’s way more experienced than me and my lack of prowess is obvious, but she also seems to clearly be into it and it’s making me feel like a golden god.

At some point I lose my shirt. She pinches one of my nipples as she bounces on my cock, which I didn’t realize I liked until that moment. I return in kind with one of her nipples and she lets out the right kind of scream. Eventually her legs get tired and she dismounts, gets on all fours in front of me, looks back over her shoulder, and tells me to fuck her from behind.

I scramble up and kick my pants and socks the rest of the way off, kneeling behind her. Her ass is amazing – round and soft, and I can see her cunt lips from behind as I shuffle toward her. Holding her hip with one hand and the base of my cock with the other, I guide myself into her and bottom out on the first stroke. She lets out a grunt – you know that grunt, that awesome, animal, uncontrollable grunt – and I start to jackrabbit away on her.

“Keep going….I’m close…” she mutters, which is great because there is no way I’m going to last 30 seconds like this. The sound of my thighs smacking into her ass, the little ripples it’s sending through her skin, the way her tits are swinging like pendulums, the delicious smell of our sex, the sexy curve of her back…it’s all too much.

“Romi, I’m going to cum,” I manage to get out as I try to change my angle a bit to stave it off. I’m leaning over her back now, holding onto her right breast, still with my left hand on her hip.

She’s in the middle of her own orgasm by this point, quivering uncontrollably and moaning unintelligibly. Some part of me remembers her talking about being on birth control earlier in the night and I let loose, burying my cock as deeply in her as I could, actually shoving her forward off her knees and onto her stomach, continuing to pump into her as I blew ribbons of cum as deeply as possible.

We lay there on her living room carpet for a few minutes before I pulled out, her ass and my groin sticky and covered in both of our cum. We had what I assume is the standard conversation (“I always thought you were hot.” “I always thought you were hot.” “You always had a boyfriend.” “You always had a girlfriend.” Blah blah fucking blah.), and then immediately went right back at it. And again, every chance we got, for the rest of the summer.

Fuck I miss being 19.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3bdreh/when_are_we_all_going_to_learn_to_just_start