Part one [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k342f8/high_school_sweethearts_reconnect_part_1_m_mf/)
Long story, mostly build up, skip to the end for the action.
Heather planned another trip to visit family back home, a little over a month after our first physical encounter. I have a feeling she didn’t usually visit her family that often, and I planned on poking fun at her, telling her she was actually coming for me. She totally was. However, we were both in long term, committed relationships, and so the pretense was already set. She was visiting family. If an old friend from high school happened to be free for a full day, well then it was just a happy accident. Whether that friend wanted to hang out and catch up, or tie her to the bed, pull her hair while slapping her pale, thick ass, fucking her rough and hard, leaving her sore and bruised and satisfied… those were just details.
In the years that we spent apart, I idolized Heather. She slowly morphed from a real person into the idea of perfection. She was my go to comfort thought after break ups. I would think of her anytime a one night stand ended awkwardly. When building new relationships, I could not stop myself from comparing everyone to Heather. This wasn’t the healthiest thing to do haha. But it added a layer of protection. Like, yep, definitely blew it with that girl by moving to fast. At least it wasn’t Heather. Blew it with this girl by going to slow, at least it wasn’t Heather. Shouldn’t have partied so hard on date two, good thing it wasn’t Heather. Things like that. Needless to say, the bar was set unrealistically high.
The day arrives, and Heather comes over to my place. I am somehow even more nervous now than I was for our first date. Once again pacing, not eating, in my never-been-this-clean apartment, I hear the knock. I open the door and in walks Heather, her big, beaming smile is so radiant, her green-blue eyes so sparkly, that I think I must be in a dream. Her dirty blonde hair hangs down in front of her shoulders, framing her pale, slightly freckled, glowing face. She is wearing a flowing, yellow sun dress, and even with the fit it seems like her breasts are stretching the fabric near the limit. All I would have to do is lift her dress and slide her panties to the side to rub her perfect clit, to kiss her perfect lips… she looked sooooo good. The way she says “Hi” gets my heart racing. It’s like the word comes out around a giggle that she just barely holds in. After a long, close hug, and a little bit of laughing and catching up, we head off to the hike, our pre planned activity designed to keep us from acting on our urges. I wasn’t quite sure it would work, but we were obligated to try!
The hike is in a popular area, this particular trail is a bit difficult. Steep and narrow in places, with some sections of dense overgrowth that had to be carefully navigated. About 20 minutes into the hike, we reach a good smoke spot. A hairpin turn, from which we had a view of a large section of trail as well as a nice view up and down a little gully. Watching Heather smoke always turned me on. I got everything ready, took the first hit, then handed her the pipe and lighter. At this point, we haven’t physically touched since the first hug. Unable to resist the gravity that links us, we stand together, shoulders and hips touching, bodies angled slightly toward each other. If anyone came upon us, standing as we were, they would think we were high schoolers, teenagers in love for the first time, not able to physically be apart. We pass the piece back and forth, keeping this position.
I suggest that she take the lead from this point. She gives me a sly look and says ‘oh? you wanna watch me walk?’ Without waiting for an answer, she starts sauntering on ahead, swaying her hips for me. She looks back over her shoulder and catches me staring. Giggling, she keeps walking, normally now, and I start walking behind her.
Heather is fit. There is no doubt about it. Watching her pale, strong, toned legs carry her gracefully through the woods, I realize how quickly we are moving. I thought I was setting a pretty good pace, but she clearly wants it faster. I wonder how to playfully innuendo this into conversation, but we are moving too fast! I am just trying to mask my heavy breathing at this point! Before long, we emerge from the trees onto the ridge line. We follow the trail up to a huge chairlift bench, overlooking a large valley. We grab the geocache box and write little nothings, cryptic messages about each other, in the peak journal.
Back to my house, I invite Heather inside to ‘play video games’. We both know that I have a few more hours until I have to leave, and don’t want this date to end. Heather and I had a lot of fun with video games in our past. We were pretty evenly matched in most of the games we played. That is, when we weren’t using the vibrations of the controller to get each other off. I lead her into the game room, and suggest mario kart. We have giggly fun racing, and, while Heather is getting used to the controls, I intend to let her get as close as possible to beating me without actually letting her, so I could say ‘woah, no fair, have you been practicing?!’ Or maybe, ‘you may be the xbox queen, but this here is nintendo!’ My plan backfires. She wins.
I suggest a rematch, but Heather pulls the I win so I choose what we do next card. At some point in our talking I mentioned that I’ve been watching Hell’s Kitchen, which she has never seen. She suggests we go back to the main living area and watch an episode.
We move back to the main area to sit on the couch, and Heather darts in front of me and takes the middle seat. She shoots me the biggest smile, knowing I won’t be able to not sit right up against her. I sit next to her, and this is the breaking point. Seated like this, with hips, shoulders, legs pressed together, we can resist each other no more. We spin into each other, pressing our foreheads together. We must’ve held that position for minutes, foreheads connected, eyes alternating between closed and open, using our outside arms and hands to explore each others head, neck and arms and back, savoring the touch.
Finally, I make a move. I feign moving in for kiss, pull back, and, for the first time in years, grab her left breast. Her breath catches, and the she reacts aggressively. Before I know it, she pushes me down, twists up, straddles, and rides me. I begin to protest, but she tells me it is ok because she has shorts on! My dick is rock hard, and can feel the warmth between her legs though several layers of clothing. She grabs my wrist and takes my fingers into her mouth, sucking on them, watching me stare at her lustily, needing, with my mouth hanging open.
At this point, the line of acceptable behavior has, inch by inch, been pushed a mile away. There is a battle in my mind between doing the right thing, not cheating, and letting myself be swept away into the hot fiery passion of my first love. I’ve made so many small justifications, and now make another. I convince myself that if we don’t kiss on the lips, and our pants stay on, it isn’t cheating.
I really start to focus on Heather, the way she slides her hips up and down, the force with which she presses her clit into me, the way her head arches back as she moans. I slide my body up, wrap one hand around her waist, one underneath her shoulder, and twist her down onto her back. The move is so effortless and I swear if we were actually fucking I would’ve stayed inside her for the whole transition.
Now in missionary position, I wrap my arms under her shoulders, in a grip where I can pull her into me. Our foreheads lock again, and the urge to kiss her is too strong. To fight it, I bury my face down into her neck, breathing in the floral scent of her hair, breathing out soft moans into her ear. Heathers hands, wrapped around me, explore my back, neck, scalp, ears. It’s like she is trying to memorize every inch of me. I love it.
We continue switching positions like this for a half hour or so, and it is just so fucking hot. Not being able to have each other, but still needing to express our physical passion, fully clothed. I worry about losing track of time, and check my phone. Yep. Already almost time to go. To hang out with my girlfriend. This snap back into reality comes in, and I move to get up off the couch
Heather is on her back, staring directly at my cock. I am standing over her, watching her, my plea for her to get up dying in my mouth. Instead, I step toward her, and she reaches out, touching my dick with her hand for the first time. She rubs on my shorts with the palm of her hand for a bit, then slips under my shorts and boxers, making direct contact with my balls. Her wrist is in an awkward position, but she continues staring, moving her fingers in the limited way she can.
I reach down and pull her hand away, and she lifts her head to look at me. I unbelt my pants and pull out my cock. She watches me, and the second it’s out strokes my 7 inch, girthy cock with one finger on each side, like a peace sign, up and down the entire length. She bites her lip, and keeps staring, greedily. I move closer and reach down, running my fingers across her face, watching the intensity of her gaze as she continues to lightly stroke me.
I slide my finger into the corner of her mouth and pull on her lip. She lets out a soft moan and looks up at me, mouth open. I use my finger on the inside of her cheek to pull her face into my cock. Bending forward slightly, I place the tip of my dick between her wet lips, and remove my finger. For a long second, eyes locked, neither of us move. Then I feel her tongue flick up to my cock. I slowly thrust forward, and she reposition her neck to take me.
Heather is still laying on her back, neck twisted, and in this position I get to do most of the work. I’m teasing her, only giving her the tip of my dick, slowly moving in and out of her mouth. Her tongue spins around, coating me with her spit. She reaches a hand up to cup my balls, and I respond by slowly forcing my dick down her throat. She lets out a muffled moan, and I don’t move. With me deep inside her mouth, Heather starts to play more aggressively with my balls. I give a big thrust forward, forcing the final inch inside her, slapping my balls against her cheek before pulling out. Catching her breath, Heather looks at my soaked dick, with a trail of spittle dripping down the side of her mouth. She moves to take me in and I push in. We alternate between Heather bobbing up and down on my cock, and me pushing her back, pinning her down, using her mouth like a sex toy. There is so much passion, so much intensity in that blow job.
My pants fall to the floor, and the clinking of my belt pulls me out of my ecstasy trance. I check the time, and realize I’m gonna be very late getting over to my gf’s place. I pull Heather off the couch, but instead of getting to her feet she gets on her knees. I had forgotten how much she liked being thrown around. With her in this new position, it is now significantly easier to really have my way with her. She starts sucking my dick again, but I quickly take over. Holding her head in both hands, I start fucking her face, hard. I can hear her struggling, but I don’t let up. I give her a series of short, deep thrusts, only pulling out a few inches each time, watching my balls continuously slap into her chin. Finally, she puts a hand on my thigh and pushes back, gently, reluctantly. I pull out and she takes a deep breath. I start to pull my shorts up. Surprised, Heather blurts out “I want your cum.” With the rules I convinced myself of earlier, that would be crossing a line. As if the actual line hadn’t already been crossed a thousand times. But I decide to roll the dice. I suggest something naughty, dirty, and risky, considering that she is going straight to a dinner with her family.
“If we keep going, I’m going to cum on your face.” She protests, saying she has literally no time to clean up, as now even she is running late. I pull her up and start to drag both of us towards the door. “Maybe next time then.” Somehow, and I still have no idea how, we both get out the door and off on our separate ways. I can’t believe we both managed to not cum, but the intensity of this encounter lingered hard. It would be months before we could reconnect again, if we both wanted it. I wanted it bad.
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