Hello again, time for another “second coming of age” story. I’ve told you about my fun but brief relationship with a former crush. I’ve talked about my two hook ups. I have even mentioned the time my ex wife and I worked our frustrations out. None of those experiences have thrilled me as much as these next series of tales.
I’m sure most of us, at one time or another, has met a person and thought “we would be awesome together” but it wasn’t the right time. Well, that’s exactly how it was for me and the current mrs.
You see, we were really good friends in school. Nothing ever came of it then. She had boyfriends or I was seeing someone. But her and I always got along better with each other than anyone we were ever dating. By the time graduation came, I had given up hope. Time passed and we lost touch, and I met my first wife. Well, we all know how that went. Moving on.
Flash forward to this story. The season is picking back up and I’m back to 40 plus hours at work. Eileen went back to school to finish her grad work and I go back to “handling things myself.” A buddy of mine asks if I want to go to dinner with him and his wife. She’s bringing a friend and figures we’d hit it off. In my head I’m going uh, no, but he’s a good friend and I figured what the hell. Beats cooking for one.
So, here I go to this blind date not really knowing what to expect. I get to the restaurant and find my buddy. He leads me to the table and I’m suddenly greeted by a familiar voice. “Valerie?” (Not her name, I like using women’s names from songs). “You remembered.” She said with a big smile. She was (and still is) just as beautiful as she was in school. Long, dirty blond hair and the bluest eyes. Her smile, so warm with her kissable lips. She stood up and gave me a tight hug, pressing her curvy bombshell of a body against me. “I could never forget a best friend no matter how long it’s been.”
We spent the meal just chatting about everything. My buddy and his wife talked about their twins, I talked about my kids and Val told me about her son. We talked about work, movies, anything and every thing. She asked if I still sang and confirmed that she was still a metalhead underneath her grown up costume. My buddy’s phone rang and he went off to answer it. His wife stayed behind and asked us about growing up in the area and how cool it was that her very good friend already knew me. “Hey babe, that was the babysitter. Thing one just busted thing two’s lip.” My buddy said as he came back. “Since you guys aren’t strangers, can you give Val a lift back home?” I said sure and Valerie nodded in agreement.
We decided we would walk on the beach for a little while before I took her home. She went more in depth about her divorce and how bad things had been. I offered my condolences and told her my story. The talking became more and more personal the longer we walked. I felt guilty for losing touch with her and I could tell she felt the same way. “Hey, there’s a public deck over there, ” she said, “can we sit down for a few?”
I followed her to a set of benches where we sat down. She got close to me and wrapped her arms around my one arm, a very familiar posture for us. “It should have been you, you know.” She looked up at me with years of sadness in her eyes. “You could have asked me out at any time and I would have said yes.” I looked back at her. “The same could be said about you.” I said back. “Each time I thought about asking you, you had someone.” I sighed. “Besides, it was the beginning of a new millennium,” I smirked,” you could have asked me.” That got her to laugh. “You are totally right, I could have.” We both chuckled for a moment and then i did a brave thing. I kissed her.
Usually, i let the woman make the first move. I was always a firm believer in consent and I never wanted to make things awkward. But this time, i just went for it. A simple kiss. She looked at me and blushed. “I have wanted you to do that for a really long time.” She pulled me back to her lips and just like that, we were 18 again and making out with each other for the first time.
We had to stop and catch our breath. She unzipped her jacket in an attempt to cool off. I couldn’t help looking at her heaving breasts and pale skin. “I used to think about kissing you all the time.” I finally said. She smiled and pressed her body to mine. “Is kissing all you thought about?” I stammered a moment, “well, no, but…” I trailed off. “Oh come on, we just had our tongues in each other’s throats,” she started (she was always more blunt than I) ” I used to think about you when I was in the shower all the time.”
The realization of anyone getting off to me like that was incredible, especially since I’ve always been very down on my self. She hiked her skirt up a little and climbed on my lap. “I have always wanted you,” she began, “and now we have a chance to get it right.” She kissed me hard this time. Her soft lips meeting mine felt amazing. Her body on top of me felt perfect, like this was meant to happen all along. She began to grind ever so lightly on my lap and it was truly awesome.
Her hands went under her skirt and I could feel her tug at my zipper. She looked around for signs that we weren’t alone. Once she was satisfied that we were, she undid my pants and freed my hardening cock. Under the protection of her skirt, she worked herself down onto me. If I thought that her kissing me was heaven, this was truly more. I couldn’t see it, but I felt every inch of my cock penetrating her. With one final movement, I was fully inside her. She let out a moan and kissed me. I just held her there. This felt like a truly perfect moment. We seemed to be made to fit each other that the was no explanation needed.
She began to rock her hips slowly and build momentum. We kissed as she rode me. I kissed down her neck as she went from rocking to lightly bouncing on my cock. I could feel how warm and wet she was. She smiled and bit her lip as I tried to match her movements. She looked into my eyes as her body began to tense. I could feel her pussy clenching down on my cock. I couldn’t take anymore either. My cock throbbed and I began to come. This was enough to put her over the edge. She kissed me to suppress her scream and rode me until we were both finished.
We stayed there for a while. Her head on my shoulder, me still inside her. I held her and kissed the top of her head until we were finally ready to move. It hurt both of our hearts when it was time to move again. I managed to put myself away, still completely covered in her. I imagine that I was still leaking out of her as we walked back to my car.
I drove her home that night. We talked the whole way and by the time I was walking her to her door it was decided that we needed to go out again. That was six years ago. Since then we’ve been together. I have more stories to tell about us. By the time this one gets uploaded, I’ll have another one started. I know this one isn’t as wild as the other stories here, but I feel it needed to be the first one in this series. Thank you.
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