12 Years and A Few Continents Later, I [M] Finally Hooked Up With My High School Crush [F]

Way back when, I met Amelia in my first week of high school. She was pretty, sweet, and grew up about 20 minutes from school whereas I moved to the area from an entirely different country. I had never met a girl like her before because, well, I’d never been around Americans before. She had light brown hair, kind eyes, and an infectious laugh that made YOU want to laugh with her, even if it was about nothing. I didn’t have a shot.

I fawned over her for a few years and we were always friendly, once even staying up to talk all night before sleeping over at the school during our Senior year for Bonfire Night (build a pyre, light it up, let the fire die down, sleep by the smoldering ruins, smell like smoke forever). I’d always harbored a major crush on her but being shy, foreign, and a big ‘ol comic book dork, it would be incredibly brazen of me to try to make a move on Amelia. By the time we graduated, she’d been crowned captain of several of the sports teams she played, was named to the student governing body, and was one of the popular (but not mean) girls. I cherished our friendship and we added each other over Facebook, where we would maintain a decade-long back-and-forth digital relationship of birthday posts, “How’s it goings”, and Pokes (remember that shit?)

Anyway, fast forward to 2019. After living and working in the US for more than ten years, I decide it’s time to move back home. I announce on Facebook (because I’m so cool) that my odyssey to the US was coming to an end. Notifications come quick and fast. Messages promising going away drinks that never materialize and well wishes for my return home flood my inbox but one message in particular catches my eye.

Amelia: Hey, you! So sad you’re leaving! Are heading back to *nameless country in Asia*?
Me: Hey hey! Yeah! Time for me to head home for work.
Amelia: Awwww, I’ll miss you :( Do you start work right away?
Me: No, I was actually thinking about traveling around the region for a couple of months since I haven’t taken a vacation since Obama got inaugurated.

That’s 2008, in case some of you godless heathens didn’t feel like Googling it.

Amelia: OMG so weird, I’m going to be traveling through Asia this summer. Are you going to be in Vietnam?

I mean… No. But she didn’t need to know that.

Me: Totally! Where are you planning on going?

She mentions a part of Vietnam I’ve never heard of but a quick Google search and I realize there’s direct flights, nice beaches, and good hotels there. We chat about it more, exchange numbers, fix some dates, and make a plan. We were basically going to hang out on beaches and seaside bars for three days. I couldn’t believe my horny brain thought it would be a good idea to BOOK AN INTERNATIONAL FLIGHT to go see my high school crush. But the thought of seeing Amelia in a bikini IN-PERSON instead of the same Instagram picture I kept looking at on her profile was just too strong. Then she drops a bomb on me.

Amelia: Sweet! Let’s do it. Could you book two rooms at whatever hotel you decide? My friend Rose is coming with me.

Fuck.

Not exactly what I had planned but no bother. I was legitimately excited to spend time with Amelia and kick it like it was 2005 again. But with more alcohol and less awkwardness.

The dates quickly creep up on us. I get on my flight which, besides a vomiting child across the aisle from me, was very uneventful. I get to the hotel a couple of hours before they do so I check-in, requesting a regular King sized bed for my room and two Queen beds for Amelia and Rose.

After checking in, I wander the hotel for a little while before getting a text message from an American number.

Amelia: Heyyy it’s Amelia! I hope you gave me your real number lol. Otherwise this is a super expensive text to the wrong person.
Me: Hello, strange American girl. Welcome to Vietnam! I’m at the hotel. See you soon!

The sun had barely begun to set when Amelia and Rose finally roll up on a little motorboat. I jog over to her and we embrace on the pier like we hadn’t seen each other in years because, well, we hadn’t. She was wearing a black tank top and shorts, her nose lightly freckled from the sun, and her slightly shifted bra strap revealed tan lines from the last few days of backpacking around Asia. She had a straw hat on that basically screamed “American Tourist”. Her hair smelled like lavender and the sea. She looked as gorgeous as the first day I met her.

Me: “Hi, you”
Amelia: “Hi”

It was oddly intimate (at the time) but it also felt… Right. I released her from my arms for a moment to introduce myself to Rose and helped carry some of their bags up the pier to the hotel, which was just across the street.

We head up to our rooms and I show them to theirs, which is right across the hall from mine.

Amelia: Cool! This is so much nicer than all the places we stayed over the last few weeks. Thanks for booking! What does your room look like?

Rose started to unpack her stuff so I went over to my room and opened it up. I showed Amelia my view but the moment the door closed, Amelia dropped her backpack and pounced on me, pushing me onto the bed.

Amelia: “I’ve wanted to do this for a really, really long time.”
She tosses her hat to the side and we proceed to make out. Hard. Her hands are all over my body before I can barely register what was happening. But again, it just felt… Right.

Now, I know you guys are probably hoping for some dirty details about the sex and what we did and what transpired that night…

So here they are!

Amelia was ravenous. She peeled off her tank top and went back to attacking my tongue with her own. Her body was a little sticky from sweat but I didn’t care: I was utterly consumed by her scent, her presence, her fine-ass body. I unclasped her bra, which seems like it had been digging into her for a while. She not-so-politely asked me to suck on her nipples, which, after I took a brief second to admire, I happily indulged. I was in ecstasy.

Or at least I thought I was. Then Amelia reached for my crotch.

She rubbed my cock over my super sexy cargo shorts and I was getting rock hard. Before I could say anything to her, she says my favorite five words.

Amelia: “Can I suck your dick?”

I barely utter out a ‘yes’ (consent is sexy, people) before she hungrily pulls off my shorts and boxer briefs. Now, I’m not going to lie like some of you motherfuckers on here and say I have an 8-inch monster horse cock that’s the stuff of legend blah blah blah. I am packing a very respectable 5.5 inches of uncut Asian sausage and I have been told I have a lovely girth. Amelia seemed to really enjoy it and happily took me in her mouth.

I’ve always been a gentleman and I wasn’t going to make her do all the work so even though we were both lying on the bed in a sweaty mess, I managed to turn her body so that her pussy was right in my face. She was still furiously sucking on my cock, working her lips and tongue around my shaft. It was heavenly.

Me: “Is this okay?”
Amelia: “Definitely”

I peeled her panties off as I hiked up her skirt. She was soaking wet. I barely started eating her out when she shuddered to an orgasm. It didn’t seem to slow her down much though. We were now full on 69-ing and she was licking the tip of my penis while expertly stroking it at the same time. I slowed down a little, kissing her inner thigh before proceeding to like the area around her clit, maneuvering my arms so I could insert one and then two fingers into her. I curled my fingers so I feel the grooves on the inside of her pussy and slowly stroked it. I learned that method from somewhere and she seemed to like it as she started to moan while sucking me. It felt amazing.

After a minute or so of oral play, she turned to me and asked if I was clean. I told her I was.
Amelia: “Good”.

She turned to face me. While keeping eye contact, she moved her hips and lowered herself onto my cock, which was standing hard at attention. She unleashed a gasp and I reciprocated. She felt absolutely amazing.

Despite the fiery nature of our initial making out, the sex that followed was surprisingly tender. She stayed on top of me for a while, moaning as she rode me. It was bliss. I gripped her butt and squeezed as she continue to grind up against me, our bodies working up to a slick and sweaty lather.

Amelia: “I’m going to cum”

I continued to rhythmically slide my cock in and out of her. As her orgasm built up, I pulled her face close and kissed her. That put her overboard and she started furiously making out with me as she came in a mighty crescendo. As Amelia caught her breath, I flipped her over. There was one last thing that needed to happen.

Me: “Can I finish on you?”

Amelia giggled and then nodded. Which was good, because I was going to regardless. Seeing her topless and basking in the afterglow of sex put me over the top and I came all over her stomach and chest, which elicited another giggle from her.

I collapsed in a heap next to her. We just looked at each other and laughed. Years of mutual pent up frustration and attraction culminated in this moment and we were going to savor it.

The rest of the trip was, to put it bluntly, a fuckfest. It turns out Amelia had told Rose her plans to sleep with me on their boat ride over as Amelia was itching to be fucked for a while and had harbored a little crush on me too. Apparently, Amelia planned to slowly seduce over the course of the trip but decided to (rightly) throw caution to the wind when she saw me. Amelia and I would fuck multiple times a day, which would include her first facial, my first time having shower sex, and me fingering her while we were in the ocean by a highly populated beach. Later, Amelia revealed to me that Rose could hear us and would masturbate to us having sex, which was a welcome revelation.

Eventually, the trip ended and we went our separate ways. We said goodbye at the airport and our embrace was just as tender as it was when we first saw each other. She may have even shed a tear. It was an amazing few days and we still send each other the occasional message on social media. We’re both in happy relationships now, as far as I can tell, but I would be lying if I didn’t think about that time in Vietnam every once in a while.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pf5lj8/12_years_and_a_few_continents_later_i_m_finally