[MF] I slept with my high school crush…

This one’s going to be a bit long but, hopefully, worth it.

This happened two years ago and to this day it’s been my most fulfilling sexual encounter, if my most shameful.

I was 24 at the time, a slightly bigger guy with a decent build. Enough to give me self-confidence issues but not enough to make me hate myself. I got a text out of the blue from a girl that I knew from high school, we’ll call her Marissa.

Marissa and I had a couple of classes together in high school, and the classes that we did have had very strict seating policies. There was no opportunity to ‘move where you pleased’. But as fate would have it, we ended up sitting next to each other in some fashion in each class.

She was this lanky, awkward girl with the type of hair that looked more at home in the aftermath of an explosion than on a head. It was brown and curly and everywhere. We talked endlessly about anything and everything, and it was a miracle that we were never separated.

I was a shy boy myself, so I never made a move. Never asked her to a dance, never asked her out. But regardless we still talked, every day, and it was my favorite part of any day. Even in the worst of moods, we made each other feel better.

High school ended, and that was it really. You lose contact with a lot of people after graduation, and this was no different. In the seven years that we had moved on, we interacted mostly in Facebook likes and the occasional comment.

Then one day, out of the blue, she asked me to coffee. For old times’ sake, I couldn’t help but say yes! I walked in and ordered, sat down and waited. It didn’t take long.

“Fire_Invoker, long time!” I looked up and almost swallowed my tongue. The lanky teenager I knew before had developed into a lithe, petite woman. Her mess of hair had been tamed into a beautiful, swirling tumble of auburn and her bright hazel eyes twinkled.

We talked just like we used to. She told me much about her life, I told her much about mine. She revealed that she had gotten married shortly after high school, and I informed her that I was very much still single. We lost track of time, and she apologized that she had to run but she had made plans with her husband later that day. We embraced, and I drunk deep just how wonderful she smelled.

We started texting constantly from that point on, talking about whatever came to our heads. Fields of lillies, ocean cliffs, social policies and politics. It was constant, we couldn’t stop talking to one another.

One night I was sitting at my apartment in my boxers, drinking and watching Netflix after she had said that she was going to bed, when she sent me a text.

She said that her husband was asleep but she couldn’t stop texting me. That she missed me and wanted to see me again. I told her I felt the same. As I sat, sipping on whiskey, the part of my brain that was supposed to realize what I was doing was fuzzed over. Soon ‘I miss you’s became ‘I think about you a lot’s and eventually became ‘I need you’.

Now, I’m not well-endowed. I’m very blessed with a completely average member and I’ve never felt the need to show it off. But I wanted to with her. Suddenly we were talking about sexual fantasies, desires, carnal needs and I told her that I was sitting alone with my throbbing cock.

She told me to prove it.

Our conversations changed drastically from there. Every day we told each other how badly we needed each other. We still talked about space and gardening and welfare but interspersed were little messages about what we wanted to do to each other. Risque photos taken in public places.

It all bubbled over on a Tuesday. She said that she was going to be going to some function, but that she wanted to leave early; and then just do nothing for a while until the party is supposed to end. It was the ultimate choice. I could have cut it there, realized what I was doing, and never been a cheater.

But I never wanted someone more.

I met her in a secluded section of the nearby river, protected by prying eyes with branches and bushes. We walked through until we came to a place to sit, and we both initially just sat. We both suddenly became those awkward teenagers back in high school.

Her hand brushed my thigh, and my lips found hers. It took no time for our tongues to dance across each other’s, or our hands to roam. She let out soft little whimpers when my thumb stretch across her nipples, hard and poking through the soft material of her shirt. I matched them with low growls when her nails drew slowly across my back, or traced outlines around my throbbing, aching member.

She received a call, and told me that she had to leave. Immediately I felt shame, but more than that I felt such an indescribable wave of lust that I felt like I couldn’t contain it. I wanted her.

A few weeks later, I heard a knock on my door. I wasn’t expecting anyone but, as a bachelor, I wasn’t exactly dressed for the occasion. I got myself semi-decent and opened it, and she was there. My heart pounded in my chest.

She said only a few words. That she was off work early, that her husband was going to be away for a few hours after that, so it was just us.

We didn’t make it to the bed. Clothes ripped off of each other in passionate abandon. I pressed her against the back of my couch and buried my face into the wet folds of her womanhood. I went wild with the way she sounded, the way she tasted. I only relented when her thighs pressed against my head with such force I thought for a second that I was going to pop.

It was in the hallway that she pushed me against the wall and swallowed me whole. I took my hands and ran them through her hair, but she grabbed them and pressed them into the back of her skull and pressed. I had never done something so violent or needy, but I didn’t need any prodding, and I pressed every inch of me in and out of her throat as hard as she would let me, until I felt the warmth rising in my belly and I pulled out, warning her that I was going to cum.

She pushed herself back onto my rod with vigor and I exploded into her mouth; she swallowed every drop with a bestial need.

Somehow we made it to the bed. We found ourselves in every possible position. Finally, after hours and multiple orgasms, we found ourselves cuddled into each other, whispering sweet nothings and tracing delicate patterns into each other’s skin.

I couldn’t get enough of her. And she knew it. She coaxed life into me once more, and pressed her ass against me. I had never done that before, but she was prepared. I felt a strange swirling of sensations as the head of my cock pressed against heavy resistance, it felt like my head was being flattened before suddenly I was enveloped in a tight, hot warmth I had never known before.

She took a strange lead, grinding against me back and forth as we held each other close. I kissed her neck from behind as she buried me deeper and deeper into her ass. Faster and faster until she was clawing into my hand as I held her, my own thrusts meeting her own. I pushed once more, with finality, and held her close as I pushed what little cum I had left deep into her. We sat like that for a long time, me inside of her, before she chuckled and told me that I now had something of her that no one else had.

But we knew time was drawing to a close. She cleaned herself up, and I joined her in the shower. We kissed over and over before she realized that she couldn’t wait any longer, and left me once again alone in my apartment.

It was only the first time of many, but it was so violently passionate that I will never forget it. It overrode my guilt, guilt that I had become someone that I never thought I would be.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b3y6hd/mf_i_slept_with_my_high_school_crush