I grew up in a mid size town that exists in a bubble. People rarely leave, so the same kids you started Kindergarten with, are the same kids you walk with 13 years later with very few exceptions. Additionally, the population is largely hispanic, so the very few white kids who are around tend to all be aquaintences at worst. I started K with this girl, we’ll call her Autumn, who was very smart, but very quiet and reserved. The the two of us, along with maybe 3 others, were the “smart kids” in class, so we were always in the same groups for various activities. This went on all the way through high school, although we hardly talked most of those years. That’s not to say we weren’t familiar with eachother. I always thought she was very fit and attractive, but I was also a full blown jock by the time high school was going, and ran in the circle of typical teenage idiots, while she was very involved in dance and choreography off campus, and had a very small circle of friends. Those years came and went, and I ended up leaving the area based upon some modest athletic talent, and eventually lived out of the country for about 6 years. Those were the days before Myspace, and eventually Facebook, so I did not do much to keep tabs on people.
I had moved back to town maybe 6 or 7 years later, and had to start a real life…sort of. I spent the better part of my time overseas on full-blown THOT patrol, and that continued when I came back home. Even more so, because I was someone who had actually left and done something, which tends to drop panties in that incestuous bubble of a community. I can’t rember if it was the hay-days of MySpace, or the early incarnation of Facebook, but I got a friend request, or add, from Autumn. She still looked great! She was married, and it looked like she was adding a lot of the same people we knew in school. We didn’t interact much at all, but I would ocassionally browse her pictures thinking “damn, she looks better than ever!”
Our 10 year reunion rolls around, and I’m there with some old friends, and my most recent drunken slore I’m banging for that week. At some point I head to my table and Autumn is sitting there in a very perfect form fitting dress. We chat a little and she tells me she just came from another event with her husband, and her mom was watching her almost 2-year-old. Her husband didn’t want to come, so she came alone because she wanted to see a few friends. Man, did she look good! She was very much conservative in school, so form fitting wasn’t her style then, but now I could see she had an awesome body, and her breasts were amazing! She didn’t stay long, but after that I made sure to attempt a few communications with her via Facebook.
A few more years of touch and go; she has another child, her husband is a piece of shit, they’re eventually separated, he skips town and she’s living with her mom and has two boys full time. This was all post 2008 crash, so ironically, I was living with my dad at the time as well. I’m not sure how it started, but we end up having late night messenger conversations on a regular basis. At first it’s all pretty standard and boring. Her husband was living in San Francisco, not helping for shit, and she had finished school to become a teacher, but the timing could not have been worse. She ended up really getting into Yoga, and was going to some academy to become an instructor. Right before she left for that academy, the conversations got a lot more scandalous; I had a gf at the time, who she knew about, so she would say things like “well when you two break up, let’s get together, etc etc”. Mind you, she’s still legally married.
She leaves for that school and I don’t hear from her for another 6 months or so. My relationship at the time was shit, and I was looking for any escape. When she did get back into town, it definitely took a turn for the better. We would meet up and make out a little, feel eachother up, but they were always brief as she had to take care of her kids full time, and I was doing this while with someone else. Her husband had also come back to town, and they were very much seperated, but he would be an ass about taking the kids, so she didn’t have time for shit. It’s also possible she was lying to me about that part, and I would not blame her if she was.
Finally, just after Christmas about 5 years ago, she checks in with me randomly, and suggests we meet at a Starbucks. It’s after 9pm, so that place is closed, which was probably the idea. A couple mid 30-year-olds meeting up at a closed location. Her because she still lived with her mom, and I had just recently broken up, and was staying with my sister. She had a typical mom SUV, which was far roomier than my car, so we meet up in the parking lot, and climb into her car. The typical chit chat escalated quickly, and we start kissing and I start working her top off. Man, I was so impressed by her tits. She’s had two kids, so she probably had work done, but they were absolutely stunning. I’m not a big boob guy, but I buried my face in those almost immediately. There’s someting about hearing a girl who you have always thought of as innocent, moan out loud for the first time. ! I slide my hand down to her jeans, which are hard to work off in a car, and get them down far enough to expose her pussy, which was the perfect amount of “kept”. I’m still licking and sucking her tits while lightly playing with her clit when she forces me back into the passenger seat, and immediately goes for my shorts. Once she’s got them off she slows down, and starts licking the tip of my cock. Apparently, people aren’t aware of Starbucks hours, because right as she’s teasing my dick, a car pulls up and someone gets out to check the door. Rather than jump up, and be obvious, I force her head down the length of my shaft, and she chokes and struggles for air. I thought I had fucked up at that point. I’m not out here pretending I have some monster cock or anything, but I definitely shouldn’t be forcing anything that size down someone’s throat before they’re ready. However, I think she took this as a challenge. This girl was no fucking amateur! I was amazed by her skills stroking and sucking my cock. Up and down, twirling the grip (pinky to thumb, ladies). Holy shit, as much as I wanted to fuck, I was in heaven just getting sucked-off like that. After a few more cars come and go, we decide it’s just a little too active there. We both know the isolated spots around that area, so we head out in the hills to a little to this access road that was the popular hook-up spot all those years ago, and apparently, still is to this day. Once we get there I get her clothes back off, and she’s back to tugging my cock while we kiss some more, and then make our way to the back seat where there’s just a little more room. She begs me to fuck her. Now, I’m just over 6’2″, and she’s about 5’9″ (and that body is SOLID), so room is not exactly in abundance. As it works out the only angle I can get is one that’s going to get me balls deep! I pushed my cock up against her pussy expecting to have to work at it a bit, but she’s soaking wet, and I immediately slide in her tight hole, hitting bottom my first thrust. She was a bit shocked, and actually bit me to keep from crying out. I start pumping away and after about 10-15 seconds she’s meeting every thrust. Let me tell you all, I have had my fair share of pussy, but what she had for me that night I have never forgotten. I’m actually writing this just to make sure I preserve the memory! Eventually she’s digging her nails in my back and encouraging me to go harder. I wish I could talk it up like I went for a marathon fuck session, but honestly, I probably lasted less than 6 minutes. She was so tight, and wet, and perfect. That perfect body under me was something to behold. She could feel me tensing up, and reminded me (this is all so High School) not to cum inside her. I pull out and attempt to cover her gorgeous tits, but I cum so hard that I get her face too. She was a bit surprised, but giggled and grabbed my t-shirt from the floorboard to clean-up. We small talk a little, and then head back to the Starbucks, kiss again before I get in my car (now shirtless) and we go our seperate ways.
We actually did not talk but only a couple times over the next few months or so after that. She still had not filed for divorce, it had been 5 or 6 years at that point, and her husband seemed keen on ruining any chance she had at something for herself. I ended up meeting someone else, and it was a lot more serious.
I have since moved away from that area, about 4 hours away. She did finally divorce, and met someone else, and then split with him. She’s been going through it with custody and court and all kinds of shit, so we do talk a lot. I am still involved with my someone, and I’m probably a piece of shit, but I have never stopped thinking about Autumn, and that throw-back high school experience in her car out in the desert. May be she will read this and know that I have never stopped thinking about fucking her that night, and what I would do for another shot.
Thanks for reading!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fw70o8/a_mf_high_school_reunion_of_sorts
Great memory of her, hope you do get to see her again