Remembering a reunion [MF]

Lately I have been feeling nostalgic about my first. Not my first time having sex, but rather the first person I was in love with. The first person I spent the night with. The first person I woke up next to. The person I spent the whole day in bed with. The first person I bought lingerie for. I was nineteen, she was a year younger. We were in love and it didn’t last, as these things never do. I was an idiot, as nineteen year olds often are. But this isn’t about our brief time together, this is about the time we met up a few years later.

Allow me a moment to describe her at eighteen. Five foot three and slender. Dancer’s body. Pale skin due to avoiding sunlight, as she was the type to burn rather than tan. Long brunette hair with a slight curl. Glasses over green eyes. Firm B-cup breasts with tiny pink nipples. A tuft of soft brown hair between her legs. At nineteen I was much thinner than I am now, with wavy brown hair and hazel eyes. Soccer player body with well defined legs and ass. As now, a seven inch circumcised cock.

This tale begins the year after I had graduated. I had taken a job in another town and I was passing through. We were still on civil terms so she invited me over to catch up. She was in her senior year and had moved out of the dorms and into an apartment she shared with another girl. I show up and she seems glad to see me. The roommate was not in. We sat on the couch looking at photos of what we had been up to, and she caught me up on all the gossip around the department.

She wanted to show me her room. I hadn’t made a move on her as I didn’t know where we stood. As always, she was in charge. She did not hesitate, but draped her arms over my shoulders and pulled me close to her. We kissed, tenative at first, but more forceful as we went on, and soon I was kissing those familiar lips as if no time had passed. Her fingers played with my hair, and my palms cupped her firm ass, resulting in a slight moan. She tugged at my shirt, pulling it over my head. Once clear, she resumed kissing my neck. I responded by lifting her shirt as well, revealing a green satiny bra. She knew that it was one of my favorites, as it opened in the front. I unbuttoned her jeans, revealing the matching panties that I had suspected was underneath. She unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly. Back then I was into wearing bikini briefs because I liked the support. These were made of black satin. They were a gift from her. I guess we were both were hoping that something was going to happen.

We kissed some more, and my hand found its way to the front clasp of her bra, which fell away, releasing her breasts to my fingers. Her nipples were already erect and I played with them. Her hand caressed my bulge, feeling my thick shaft through the satin. She ran her fingernails gently over my sack, which she knew I loved. She smiled and knelt in front of me. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my briefs. “These are in my way,” she said, which was something we had always said to each other in these situations. She swiftly yanked down my briefs, releasing my cock, which sprang out. She grinned, as if greeting an old friend. She gave my shaft a few tugs before dragging her tongue the length of it. I don’t believe she ever gave a bad blow job in her life. She had an intuitive way around a man’s member. She liked to tease, flicking the tip of her tongue on the head of my cock. I could see the smile in her eyes as her lips enveloped my head.

She rose and led me to the bed. I got on top of her, kissing her. I remembered how she loved to be kissed all over. I nibbled on her earlobe, before kissing her neck. I moved down her body, taking a nipple in my mouth. She responded by arching her back. I continued my path, teasing her belly button. I found myself between her legs, I kissed the inside of her thighs. She raised her hips off the bed and I slid off her panties. Finally, her familiar pussy was laid bare to me. I blew a stream of air on it, and was rewarded with a giggle. She had a thick bush of brown hair but kept the sides shaved. I started to lick those sides, and she admonished me for teasing her. I responded by dragging my tongue slowly up her pink slit, and I was reminded of how wonderful she tasted. I tongued her clit and eased my middle finger inside her. She suggested we sixty-nine.

I laid on my back and she lowered herself on me. I gripped an ass cheek in each hand as I continued my oral assault on her pussy. I could feel her breasts on my tummy and her hair on my thighs. She loved the position but she always had a hard time concentrating on my cock when I ate her out. I knew she was close by her breathing so I increased my efforts. I was rewarded with my chin glistening with her juices, She sat up and reached to her table, pulling out a condom. In a move new to me, she opened the wrapper and placed it in her mouth. She slid it over my cockhead and eased it down my shaft. I even remember the color: red.

She got on her back, her legs open, inviting. I mounted, my cock in my hand. The head of my cock eased past her lips and once inside allowed my full length to penetrate her. “Oh, I’ve missed you,” she said, which is one of the sexiest things anyone has ever said to me. My cock slid easily as I thrusted inside her. She said she wanted to change positions. I pulled out and she got on her hands and knees, presenting her ass to me.

I maintain that there is nothing more sexy than the sight of a woman’s posterior. The way her shoulders lead to the small of her back before curving out to her hips. I eased my cock back inside her, my hands on her ass. I knew why she liked this position. In addition to my cock hitting her G spot, it allowed her to rub her clit until she came. I asked her where she wanted me to cum, knowing the answer. She always wanted me to cum on her tits. She got on her back and I straddled her, removing the condom. I stroked my cock until I erupted, coating her chest with my cum.

I stayed for a little bit. When it was time to go, I kissed her at the door and we swore we would stay in touch. I never saw her again. Every once in a while her name will pop up on my social media, but nothing more than that. But you never forget your first.

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