One of my favourite memories [MF]

This is all true. It was a long time ago, but I can remember it like it was yesterday. Everyone was over 18.

She was always the hot one in that friend group. Stunning, long legs, slender with perfect model proportions, gorgeous face, about 5 years younger than everyone else, long jet black hair. Dating the group’s ‘leader’ guy, the guy who dealt the drugs, had the connections, held all the cards. The popular guy, not the most charismatic or good looking, but the big dog in their group. Of course he had the hottest girlfriend. I’d known her for years. When we first properly met, she told me that she’d had a crush on me when she was a teenager at the bus stop, when I was a senior and she was a junior. I was stunned. Me? No way. I never pictured myself as her type.

As our friend groups merged, we started to share a bond. We would seek each other out at parties, hang out, as thick as thieves. I started to have a crush on her, but I didn’t dare admit it. Even, really, to myself. I would have these fantasies where she would get changed in front of me, knowing I was hard, but even in my wildest dreams we would never fuck. The most that my imaginary version of her would let me do was jerk off to her as she got changed.

One night we were at a party. It was fancy dress. She was dressed as Jeannie from the TV show. I can’t remember what I was dressed as. No one was around. We were in the kitchen, and as was often the case we were just hanging out the two of us. We were flirting, as usual. We got closer, physically. It wasn’t a big kitchen Fuck, she was so hot. She knew how much I wanted her. She used to love teasing me about it. This time, though, she kissed me. I couldn’t believe it. My heart was absolutely pounding out of my chest. She laughed and walked away.

The next day, or week maybe, soon after anyway. We were texting. I told her I was still thinking about the kiss. She told me she was sunbaking naked. Phones couldn’t send photos at that point, smartphones weren’t a thing. She asked me if that made me hard. I told her it did. She asked me what I’d do if i was there. We started sexting. She called me, and told me to tell her what I would do. She wanted to hear it. I started, then she took over, and we swapped, describing what we’d do to each other. She asked me if I was jerking off. I told her I was. I asked her if she was touching herself. She was. I remember asking her if she would to take me in her mouth, and just as she was answering, the phone cut out. I freaked out, I thought it was her boyfriend coming home. I started to lose the mood. She called me back and told me that it wasn’t him. She said she’d love to suck my cock. I came ropes.

Over the next while, we started sexting, a lot. Every day. I would call her on my way to work, and we would have phone sex on the speaker phone as I was driving down the highway. We would be sexting all throughout the work day, and I would call her on the drive home. I wish smartphones were a thing. The number of nudes I would have of this gorgeous 20 y/o… I wish. As it was, we were both paranoid about him finding out, so both deleted all of the texts. I wish I still had them, but its probably for the best that I don’t.

We never did anything besides the kiss though, we were never really left alone. Until one night, we were sexting as usual and she told me to come over. He wasn’t coming by that night. Come round. There was some pretext, but I can’t remember what it was. I parked around the corner so that no one saw my car near her flat. I remember my heart pounding in my ears as I walked up the stairs.

She answered the door, wearing a loose dress that she’d just tie-dyed. That might have had something to do with the context. I can’t remember, but I can remember that dress. It was more my style than hers. She was always more designer. I was the hippie. We talked, and then, at some point, we kissed. We kissed deeply. We kissed for a long time. My hands explored her body like it had been aching to do for so long. It was even better than I imagined. We just worked together, physically. It was perfect. I remember kneeling in front of her, her on the couch, me between her legs. I leaned back. Her hands went to my belt, they fumbled, and struggled. I took over, and undid the buttons of my fly. My cock leapt out like it was on a spring, erect and throbbing. I remember the look on her face and she licked her hand, our eyes locked, and reached down to stroke my cock. She rolled the foreskin all the way back and started to rub the head, her spit as lube. I saw stars. Oh my god. We started to kiss again, her stroking faster, and faster. I was going to cum. I stopped her.

I carried her on to the floor and with her lying on her back, I rolled her pants down her thighs. She was still wearing that flimsy purple dress. I kissed her calves, up the inside of her thigh, getting higher and higher, until I reached her pussy. I couldn’t believe what was happening as I slowly, teasingly, grazed her pussy with my lips and then tongue. I can remember the sigh as my tongue found her clit, and I started to work it. How wet she was, and how easily my finger slid inside her. Her still in her dress, me still in my shirt, pants pulled down to expose my cock, stroking myself as i licked her clit and fucked her with my finger. Stroking her spot with my finger and sucking on her throbbing little clit, bringing her closer and closer and closer to orgasm.

I can remember us slightly freaking out as some neighbor heavily walked past on the stairs outside. How it broke the mood again, and we both leapt up. We realized it wasn’t him. She stopped me doing up my belt. “I can’t fuck you tonight” she whispered in my ear. I nodded. I never actually thought we’d fuck anyway. We sat down on the side of her bed in her studio apartment, my fly still undone. She freed my dick from my boxers. It was still hard. She started to stroke it again. Oh my god, she was good at that. “I still can’t believe this is actually happening” I told her. She laughed. “Can you believe that I’m about to suck your dick?” she asked, teasingly. Before I could reply she was on her knees in front of me, me sitting on the edge of her bed, her full lips wrapped around me, and her beautiful shiny black head of hair bobbing up and down in my lap. I could feel it building inside me. She was too perfect. Surely she wouldn’t take my load in her mouth. She was stroking as she sucked. It was intense, and incredible. She bobbed faster. It was building. Faster. Building more. More. More…

She stopped. “That’s all you’re getting” she said, laughing. “Put it back in your mouth” I said, my voice was husky. “Giving orders now, are we!” She said. But she went down on her knees again. Looking up at me as she licked from the base of my cock to the head. Our eyes locked as she swirled her tongue around it, and then my gasp as she took me into her mouth. Her wet lips sliding all the way down my shaft, to the base. Taking all of me in and then slowly back up again. Again, and again, bobbing faster, using her hands to stroke me too. Occasionally looking up at me as she sucked faster and faster, building, and building.

I stopped her and she pulled off me, just as I came all over myself. It went everywhere, all over my lap, my belly. Pulses and pulses. One of the biggest orgasms I think I’ll ever have. The edging all evening made it huge. I pretty much blacked out with the pleasure. As I regained consciousness, she was looking at me. The twinkle in her eye. I’ll never forget that twinkle. “Why did you stop me?” She asked me later. “I couldn’t bring myself to cum in your mouth” I told her. “Next time” she said, “Don’t fucking stop me”.

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