“Wait, you mean to tell me you were crushing on me all through high school and NEVER said anything??” She was smiling and I couldn’t tell if it was devilish or not, but I still loved it. Brunette, curvy in ALL the right places, and just plain sexy. She’s looked that good for as long as I can remember.
“Well,” I laughed, “we kinda ran in completely different circles back then. I was more the quiet, nerdy type and you were with all the ‘cool kids’ if I remember correct. Still, I’m glad we ran into each other. Catching up has been fun!”
We just happened to be visiting our home town on the same weekend and bumped into each other. Small towns are good for that. I opted to grab a hotel in the next town over instead of sleeping on the uncomfortable couch of a relative. You were staying at your folks place, but they were gone for the weekend anyway, so it worked out. After the initial awkward greetings were out of the way we decided to meet up later for dinner at your folks’ place so we could catch up properly.
“It’s been a great night. It really has. It’s too bad we never really talked in school,” I said.
“We don’t have to stop just because the food is gone,” you laughed, “we can still talk.” With that, we kept talking. I don’t know what it was, but I could feel the sexual tension between us as we talked, stealing quick up and down glances at each other. Our hands occasionally brushing against each others’, lingering a little longer eah time. At one point you laughed and slapped your hand on my thigh, and just left it there. I was more than perfectly fine with that.
Between our smart-ass remarks, terrible jokes, and the couple BOTTLES of wine that I’m sure we each had, it was a great night.
We were relaxing on the sofa after dinner, holding hands, giggling, the occasional slip of the hand and long glance. I was in NO condition to drive, so we decided that I would stay the night. We both got a little bolder with the “slip of the hand,” spending a little more time lingering as we did. “Shall we move this to the bedroom?” you asked, nodding your head in that direction. You leaned in and kissed me, then whispered “I like it rough.”
You led me back to your bedroom. You stood at the foot of the bed while I closed the door and stood behind you. “You know, I’ve been wondered something,” I said as I placed one hand on your hip, the other at the small of your back, sliding upwards. “What’s that?” You asked through a soft moan. I leaned in as if I was about to whisper delicately into your ear, then pushed you over, bending you in half over your bed. “Is your pussy as tight as I’ve been imagining it to be?” My hand was firmly gripping your ass and pulling it toward me.
You were shocked at the sudden jolt. There was no warning for it, just swift, sudden movement. You both gasped and moaned at the same time, and through that sound I knew you were serious when you said you liked it rough. “What? I don’t know what you mean!” You did your best to sound shocked, but that grin gave you away. I grinned. Game on. This time I pulled your ass up against me, grinding for a moment through our clothes and shoved you onto the bed.
I took my shirt off and told you to come and undo my belt and pants.
I saw a hint of a smile as you shook your head and said “I’m too good of a girl for that.” I grabbed your legs, pulled you closer to me, and slid my hand up your thigh, underneath your tennis skirt, and over your pussy. I could feel the heat coming off, and you had soaked through your panties. “Your dripping wet pussy tells me otherwise. Do it.”
You slid off the bed and onto your knees, looked up at me, and undid my pants, pulling them down around my ankles. “While you’re there…” I said. I didn’t give you the chance to respond before I put my hand on the back of your head and pulled you in, wrapping your mouth around my now hard cock. “So you like a handful of hair?” I thought to myself as you started moaning and fingering yourself as you sucked me off. I pulled your hand out from in between your legs and said “No. That’s for me to play with.” You moaned again through the pouty face you gave me.
I wouldn’t let you do the work. I wanted to direct you. “Open your mouth and hold still,” I said, putting both hands on your head as I started to fuck your mouth. You gagged a little, and I gave you just enough time to take a breath before shoving my cock back in as deep as it would go and held it there as I came down your throat. You coughed a little, and I said “Swallow it! Don’t lose a drop!” Another moan from you. I almost couldn’t believe how you were really getting off to this, but was glad that you were.
After I finished cumming, I told you to keep sucking. This time, I let go of your head and let you take over. You were as good on your own as you felt with me just fucking your mouth. I pulled you up, then took the shoulders of your dress down, exposing your tits. “Fuck, those are bigger than I imagined,” I said as I groped each one. I leaned in and gave you a gentle, yet firm kiss. “Are you having fun?” I asked. You said nothing, just moaned as I pinched your nipples and nodded. You moaned again as I spun you around and bent you over the bed. You slid your dress down and completely off, letting it fall to the floor.
A hard slap of my hand to your ass made you arch your back and moan out loud. “Crawl on the bed and lie down. I want to tie you up.” You did as you were told, and I used your top sheet to tie your wrists to the headboard and another thin blanket to tie your feet to the footboard, legs spread open for me. I let my hands explore your body while we kissed, our breathing getting heavier as I continued. I pulled your head back by your hair and started to work my way down your next, sucking on and biting each of your nipples as I made my way down. I gently bit your inner thigh right before I firmly licked your pussy, sucking on your clit as I got to it.
You were about to cum. I could feel your body quivering. If you were dripping wet before, there was a fucking river now. I reached down and untied your legs, wrapping them around me as I pushed my hard, throbbing, cock inside of you. You came almost instantly. You’re loud when you cum, screaming in pleasure and holding nothing back. I like that. I grabbed your hip with one hand, a handful of hair with the other, and started pushing and pulling you with the rhythm of me fucking you. The sound of our flesh clapping together as we sweat, moaned and fucked was our anthem. We were both about to cum again. I could feel it. I pushed in as deep as I could go, flexing and pulsing as I held it in, then leaned down and kissed you as we both came again, moaning through each others’ mouths. I stayed inside you for several more minutes, until we were both done quivering and the aftershocks subsided.
Something tells me the next time we “bump” into each other, it won’t be an accident.
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