[F]inishing what we [FM] started in high school

I love reading everyone’s stories here, and wanted to share one of my favorite memories that still gets me going years later.

I met Jay when I was too young to know he was nothing but heartbreak. We had become quite fond of each other instantly. Even as a young teen he was 6’4”, slender but toned, with red hair that went down his back, hazel eyes, and chiseled features. I was over a foot shorter, slender in that youthful way but quite curvaceous to his angular form, my hair was long and dyed black to highlight my grey eyes. Both pale enough to glow in the dark. We were beautiful together, even though we weren’t dating. It just never seemed like the right time. We loved each other in spite of it and told each other as much.

We went camping one July in a large field on one of those bright moonlit nights where everything is tinted that peculiar color of blue. Hot like a southern summer should be, clothes eventually being shed because of the oppressive humidity. Eventually there we were, in our underwear, under the moonlight on a blanket in that field. Friends since we were young teens, just chatting about life and death and everything in between.

Friendship brought us to the field that night. A simple and pure love is what brought us to laying together on that blanket, my head resting in the nook of his arm, my nearly naked body pushed against his. We watched the moon for so long it went from the left side of the sky to the right. All these years later, I’m not even sure how that first kiss happened.

I had been dreaming of that kiss for so long. I think he had too. His lips were small and gently cupped over mine, one hand holding my face and the other around my waist. It was the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had to this day, sweet in a way only possible in high school lovers. He rolled his body on top of mine and I could feel he was as aroused as I was from the hard bulge in his underwear pushing against my pelvic bone. He moved aside my black bra and sucked on my nipples and I raked my fingers down his back. We made out like that until the sun started coming up. So aroused, and no relief to be found for our young bodies. I didn’t see him again for a few years. I guess that intense passion was scary for both of us.

I went off to college and he didn’t, but I ran into him in town one day. We ended up back in my bedroom after spending the afternoon and evening together. Instead of blue from the moon that night, our skin looked red from the red bulb in my bedside lamp. It was fall and the crisp wind blew in the window. I could smell the clove cigarettes he had been smoking that day in his hair and I could taste it on his lips. That night we ended up naked together. We picked up where we left off all those years ago, but this time we quickly got each other naked. He wasn’t thick, but it was as long as you would expect for someone that tall. His perfect dick was nestled in a patch of red hair and it was as straight as an arrow.

As he kissed me he pinched on my nipples, and then felt my small body under his large hands. Eventually he found my slit where I couldn’t deny my arousal. He rubbed it gently for a second before sliding one of his long, thin fingers inside of me. I know I gasped. I was biting his neck when he moved on top of me, between my legs. I reached down to touch him and stroke him as he sucked on my nipples. He moved his hands up to brace himself as he pushed into me.

For some time we pumped in that missionary position, kissing and biting each other. At one point he picked me up in a seamless transition (that I have not had happen again in all the years since) and fell back so I was on top of him. We finished there, with him inside me. I remember having to get washrags to clean us up from all the sweat and cum.

We finished what we had started under the moon that night, in my room with the red light. It was the only time we would ever be together like that, and I didn’t see him again for several more years. We were both always with someone, and it was never the right time for us, but I will never forget when we had those two amazing, passionate nights.

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