I fell in love with my sister’s best friend when I was 13. I loved her secretly my whole high school career. She was two years older than me and always saw me as her friend’s younger brother. The last time she saw me, I was in 10th grade and still going through puberty.
She was always nice to me, and we had our own friendship separate from my sister, but I don’t think she saw me any other way than a friend/little brother.
I didn’t see her for two years after she graduated high school. She came to visit my sister when she was back home for Thanksgiving from college.
In the two-year gap of not seeing her, I had grown 6 inches, lost my baby fat, and had started playing varsity basketball, so I had put on a fair amount of muscle.
I answered the door when she arrived. She looked more beautiful than ever, growing from a teenager into a young woman. She was a dark brunette, fair skin, was 5’7, around 120 pounds, incredible shape (she was a cheerleader for her college football team). She had D sized breasts that I had ogled many times over the years whenever I got a chance to see her in a bathing suit.
It took her a second to realize it was me, but when she did, she was dumbfounded. We both were. We both like what we saw, and we weren’t trying to hide it. My sister came out and ruined the moment. I didn’t get to have any alone time with her again that night.
It was another three years before I would see her again.
I moved to Los Angeles after graduating from high school and was enjoying being a young single guy in LA.
I got a message from my sister’s friend that she would be in LA for work and had a couple of free days and asked if I wanted to hang out and drop her off at LAX when she had to leave.
A drive to LAX in exchange for two days with the woman I’d been in love with for a decade? Deal!
We met up, and I showed her the LA sights. I took her to the Hollywood sign, Griffith Observatory, Amoeba Records, we saw a show at the Bowl, a Dodger game, I pulled out all the stops.
On our final night, she told me she wanted to party in West Hollywood. We bar hopped around the strip, getting loose by our 4th stop. We were having a great time, and she was laughing at all the buff guys and skinny girls in the windows of the bars dancing in their golden bikinis and booty shorts.
“You should be up there,” she said as she grabbed my bicep.
“So should you!” I replied, placing my hand on her hip.
She looked at me, flattered. And a little turned on.
“Wanna go back to my hotel and hang out?” she whispered in my ear.
“Yes,” I replied.
We got an Uber and headed to her hotel.
We grabbed a bottle of tequila from the hotel lobby and headed up to her room.
We put some music on plaid a drinking game: one shot, two shots, three. I looked at the bottle. It was already half empty.
We were laughing and dancing and reminiscing about our times in high school.
We collapsed on the floor after the crescendo of a song. We laughed as we caught our breaths.
Both of us very much enjoying each other’s company.
Our eyes locked as we sat in silence. I was too drunk to be shy.
“I totally had a crush on you all through high school,” I confessed.
She turned to me and smiled.
“Really?” she asked. “I’m flattered,” she replied.
“Great? She’s flattered?” I asked myself. Not exactly the response was hoping for.
“I liked you too.” She said, filling the silence.
“What? You did?” I asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, I told your sister, she never told you?”
“No, she was always so adamant that it was impossible, and I was stupid.”
“Weird. Yeah, I liked you for like the last two years of high school.”
“Damn. I never knew that.”
“Well, now you do.” She smiled at me sweetly.
I went for it.
“I don’t know the next time I’m going to see you.” I let out a sad sigh.
“I’ll come back to visit again!” she said reassuringly.
“In a couple of years from now?” I asked.
She thought about this and realized that it would be a long time between seeing each other.
This was my moment. I leaned in as she was thinking and kissed her. I had been waiting for 15 years.
She was startled at first, but when she realized what happened. She smiled, closed her eyes, and leaned in and kissed me back.
Our sweet little kisses quickly turned into a deeply passionate make out—both of us enjoying every moment of this release after over a decade of buildup.
She sat up on her knees and straddled her legs around me and sat on my lap, and started kissing me again. I ran my hands around her hips and slightly lifted her shirt up. I started rubbing her skin and slipped my hands up the back of her shirt. As my hands made their way up to her bra, she pulled her head back, stared deeply into my eyes, and nodded slowly.
I unhooked her bra as she pulled her shirt up over her head and let her bra fall in my lap.
I was now eye level with her incredible breasts. They were paler than her tanned face. Her soft pink areolas were the size of dollar coins, and her nipples were small and hard.
She had faded stretch marks on the top of her breasts as she had developed quickly in high school.
I looked up at her. She was enjoying me admiring her.
“Everything you hoped?” she asked sweetly.
“More,” I replied, in awe of her beautiful body.
She kissed me again and pulled off my shirt in between kisses. She looked down at my abs and started running her fingers over them, biting her lip.
“What do you think?” I asked as she continued looking down.
She laughed as she slowly got off me and stood up.
I propped myself up to do the same, but she gestured for me to stay seated.
She was now topless and only wearing black, high waisted skinny jeans.
“I want you to enjoy this,” She said seductively as she started unbuttoning her jeans.
She pulled the buttons apart, and I saw the top of her lacy black panties.
She slowly pulled them down, her tits swinging as she did. She used her feet to pull them off her legs.
She was wearing a black lace thong. She started dancing to the music. She was giving me a striptease. She started swaying her hips like Demi Moore. Her black hair was flicking wildly as she spun around to show her thong disappearing between her juicy ass cheeks. She started bouncing, making her booty clap like she was on a stage in Atlanta.
“Damn,” I let out involuntarily, my hard dick almost bursting out of my pants.
She looked at me, then down to my boner.
She lowered herself to the floor and started crawling toward me. A lioness hungry for her prey.
She reached me and stretched out her hands to unbutton my pants. She unzipped them and pulled them off swiftly.
Hopeful that this might happen, I had made sure not to wear underwear that night for easy access.
As she took my pants off, my massive erection popped right out like a Jack in the Box.
She laughed in surprise but then got a look at the goods. Her laughter turned to lust as she studied my big dick and thought about all the dirty things she wanted to do with it.
Still, on her knees, she reached back and pulled her underwear down, and flicked them off with her feet. Both of us were now completely naked on the floor and entirely horny for each other.
Ladies and Gentlemen, start your engines.
Part 2 is coming soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kxbfr0/high_school_reunion_mf
You are one evil motherfucker you can’t do that
I will but you are evil
Can we get an ETA on part 2 at least?!? Talk about a cliffhanger…
Man what a cliffhanger. T’was a good read tho!