“No, but I could be! Are you looking for anyone in particular?” [MF]

The game finished and players from both lacrosse teams were drinking beer and socializing when I noticed an attractive, short-hair blonde sitting on a blanket with a friend at the fringe of the sideline. She reminded me instantly of a girl named Robin I’d grown up with in the Bay Area, there was a strong resemblance. She had the natural, tanned, no make-up needed California look about her. After-game festivities on Saturday usually carry on for an hour or more while teammates decide what’s in store for the rest of the night and I figured I had a few minutes to gather myself before going over to talk with her.

Because we were out of state for the weekend’s games, I could not be sure it was actually Robin, or what my plans were for the night. But I knew that I’d like to know her, even if she wasn’t the girl I grew up with. I was hot and sweaty from playing so I replaced my jersey with a clean t-shirt and changed out my socks and cleats with Chucks before I got three fresh beers and sauntered by to introduce, fussing with my hair as I went. The Robin I knew seemed out of place in this Oregon college town, since my frame of reference for her was California.

At this point in our lives, we’d both be just out of college, or maybe she’d be in graduate school. We’d known each other from church and school both, second grade through sixth, until my family moved away. I’d only seen her once since grade school, one summer during high school that I stayed with friends from the old neighborhood. She was the one in my class I always crushed on and we got along well. She was a cutie back then, and very pretty now, slim, busty and all grown up. I walked over and asked if I could sit, offering the beer I’d gotten as an icebreaker. As the women pointed to a spot I could park myself, we made small talk before I asked her, “Is your name Robin, by any chance?”

She paused, and then cautiously responded, “No ……. but it could be. Are you looking for anyone in particular?”

“I’m sorry, I guess I was presumptuous. My name is Will, but I go by Sonny. And you?” I asked. My new friend smiled and said her name was Yvonne and her friend was Tarrin. She asked me about Robin and who I thought I was meeting. I told her of the likeness and said I thought it would be nice to see a friendly face from long ago. Easy mistake, I guess. They were both very nice to this stranger when they could have just brushed me off.

In talking, I learned that Tarrin’s BF played on the losing side and they’d just been killing time watching the game after studying together that morning. I was right about Grad School and was told this would be the last free weekend before they would start grinding for Finals. Yvonne seemed particularly warm to me so I asked what she meant when she said, “No ……. but it could be”, adding “any chance you’re free to go out tonight?”

She blushed and said she was flattered that I came straight to them to talk, and thought my question was a rehearsed pickup line. Her response, she said, just came out and was as much a surprise to her as it was to me. She said she had no plans other than studying, so what did I have in mind? With that, I invited her to mingle. I’d find out if there was a plan and where we’d be spending the night. The lodging options for us, I learned, were not very good; either sleep on the floor of someone’s house, or cram four to a room in a low-budget motel on the outskirts of town. There would be dinner and more drinking, to be certain, details TBD. The game the next day was just 40 miles away, so we would not have get up too early to travel.

I don’t know what she was thinking, but she offered me her couch to sleep on and her shower to clean up. As far as going out, she said she could come up with the plan, since I did not know the town. I accepted without delay, grabbed my large duffel and minutes later walked away with her, just five blocks to her apartment. I was grateful, commenting how gracious she was to host a stranger, and she said I seemed to be trustworthy. I could not believe how nice this was going when she said, “Just because I offered you my couch does not mean we are going to fuck.” She said it softly, and in a nice way, but I figured my chances of getting laid had just dropped from 90/10 to even money. Either way, I was grateful not having to bunk with a bunch of guys.

I showered and changed clothes, feeling pretty fresh after a long day of travel and play. We got coffee and she laid out several options for the night. We could go out or cook-in and she suggested a band that would get started around 9:30. We opted for dinner-out (Italian) and got to the small, nondescript club as the band was setting up, enough time to get a decent spot to sit and have a drink. We talked more, and she looked just as I thought Robin would look now. It made me feel good to be with her because I felt like I knew her and there was a common bond. She told me she was from SoCal, not NorCal, and she’d gone to school in Santa Barbara. She asked about me and we got to know a little about each other. I figure the odds now at 60/40, but there was no way I was going to ruin the night by being a creep.

The band played blues, and not so loud. Even though the club was small, there was room to dance, so we did. Laughing, touching and beginning to sweat this late spring evening, we were having fun. At one point, the cozy floor was full and we were so close to each other we had to use hands to grab and hold each other. Her hips felt great and she copped a feel of my ass when I pulled her in close to me. Before we sat, I leaned in for a kiss and she held her ground, kissing me back. I think we were both excited at having met and where this was headed.

We had been on foot all night and the walk back to her place took only 20 minutes. Long enough for us to hold the other along the way, each grabbing a butt-cheek, boob or hip, also stopping to hug and kiss – the over/under for sex was, I figured, now again at 90%. Inside the apartment we did not waste any time feeling the other, smashing lips and tongue and peeling off clothes as she dragged me into her room, falling back onto her bed, and pulling me down on top. I loved the landing, square between her, legs spread with just her panties on. She’d been braless all night, so I was happy to see and feel what I’d imagined her boobs to be like. In short order we achieved full nakedness, although I opted to leave her panties dangling from her left ankle before she shook them off and onto the floor. Said she liked the feel of my fit, athletic body against her soft skin.

After a few deep kisses, I descended south to her breasts and hard suckable nipples, making them stand up taller than they’d been all night, then dropping down to her trimmed but hairy mound to lick and tease her to a climax that soon followed. She had me so worked up I wanted to plunge into her straight-away, but had to pause a minute to get up and scour my bag for protection. She took this opportunity to put her lips around my cock and suck me harder than I already was. I wanted to mount myself between her legs and pound down into her soft sensual body, legs and arms wrapping me up. Oral for me could come with Round Two, so I kissed her again and politely asked if she’d like me to fuck her now, and about her preferences. With that, she reached her hand down to stroke my cock and said, “I think I prefer this” before pulling me into her soft, wet pussy.

We took our time and continued having fun with each other, enjoying an ending to the day that neither could have predicted. I have to admit a sense of pride that she was vocal, telling me what she liked, and how she felt. Some time spent missionary before we flipped and she lowered herself down onto me and picked up a harder rhythm. This gave me great access to play with her tits as they slapped against my face. I pulled her ass-cheeks wide, down on top and into me. After a few minutes she stopped bucking. I could feel her cumming on top of me. Another minute and we reversed again, putting me on top, finally ready to pound away, I came after a bit, but not before fantasizing about Robin – that as much as I liked Yvonne, I really liked fucking Robin. It’d been a long day for us both and we settled down to sleep.

Sunday morning was almost perfect as we woke up and leisurely explored each other, wanting to rekindle the night we shared Saturday. After 15 minutes of hand-play, we brushed and peed and climbed back in bed, starting with an extended 69 session where she came again easily. I had to pull my cock out from between her soft lips so we could fuck again. At some point, I needed to find my buddies and head out of town, but I wanted to leave her satisfied with her bold decision to host me for an evening. We finished and just cuddled, still happy to talk with each other.

I liked her and she liked me too, neither too anxious to see this end. We dressed and had time for coffee at a place around the corner. As we finished, she gave me a wry smile and said, “You should know my middle name is Leigh and my last name is Maxey. I have known you since second grade, when you came in as the new kid at school. When your teammates called you by name during the game, I wondered if it was you, so I paid attention to how I remembered you, your looks and what you’d be like now. You were tall then and taller now. You came over to talk to me just minutes before I was going to approach you. I recognized you close-up and was so happy to see you. I AM the Robin you know, and it’s been so nice for me to spend time now with that guy I liked so much growing up. I made the invitation because I knew I could trust you, because I’d known you for so long and I knew you’d keep me safe. Thank you for being such a gentleman, and thank you for indulging my charade, not letting you know who I was, until now. I hope you’re not mad at me, and that this is not the last time we see each other.”

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