[MF] After the Happy Hour (part 2)

Thank you all for the kind words on my [last post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9vlk9d/mf_my_goingaway_happy_hour_led_to_me_fucking_a/). I could have wrote more but my first post was already pretty long. It felt good to write it all down. I was feeling hesitant to post it since it was so personal.

Since Sarah and I really didn’t see each other at work anymore, there wasn’t much of opportunity for awkwardness. And the neighborhood is rather large so it’s easy not to see someone unless they are right in your block.

I had thought a lot about that night. In fact, I had to change the sheets and wash the comforter because of just how messy they got. Going back to that memory brought a smile to my face and even made me a little hard.

I thought about the clingy black dress she wore and the black lace panties she wore underneath it. The fact she didn’t wear a bra that night, how I came inside her not once but twice. I also couldn’t stop thinking about her fantasy of wanting to be my wife. It didn’t really bother me that night. It fucking turned her on but it just felt a bit weird to me. I decided that wasn’t going to dwell too much on it and if she brought up again, I’d ask her more about it.

There were a lot of conflicting emotions, everything from excitement about being with Sarah to regret that I did anything sexual at all. Even though it’s been almost two years, and even though I’ve fantasized about being with other women, the fact that it happened in the same bed where my wife used to sleep was weighing on me.

Sarah and I didn’t so much as exchange texts until Wednesday. She texted me early in the afternoon.

Sarah: Hey [John]!

Me: Hey Sarah! What’s going on?

Sarah: Not much. You want to hang out this weekend?

I don’t really “hang out” with women. Outside of what happened the Friday before, I tend to be relatively reserved. But I had an excuse. I was set to visit my in-laws that weekend. I usually see them every two-three months, depending on my schedule and theirs. Their schedule is far more open but they tend to take a lot of trips. I usually fly out on a Friday and come home on Sunday and this time was no different.

Me: Sorry, I can’t. I’m going out of town.

Sarah: Cool. Anywhere fun?

Me: No, just visiting (my wife’s) in-laws in (out of state).

Sarah: Oh.

That was it. Then I saw the typing bubbles, going back and forth. It was infuriating seeing them pop-up and disappear, making me feel nervous again like I did the weekend before. I decided to break the cycle and say, “Why, what’s up?”

My heart just kept beating faster as I waited for her to reply. She finally wrote back: I really had fun last weekend and wanted to talk to you about it but I have to get back to my shift. Can we try talking after my shift is over?

I looked at the message and tried to figure out what she might say. I played it cool and just said, “Sure, just give me a call whenever you have a chance.”

Waiting the next few hours was a mix of agony, excitement, dread, regret, and horniness. I wasn’t sure what she was going to say, although it sounded like it was positive. I tried to distract myself by trying to getting some chores done. After I vacuumed the floors, I went to the grocery store, hoping Sarah would call once I got back.

It wasn’t long after I brought in the groceries that she finally called. She said, “Hey GeneralArtichoke. I just finished my shift. I’m sitting in the garage.” I could here the excitement in her voice, how it got higher pitched and sounded really up-beat. I took that as a good thing and sat on the couch.

“Hey Sarah, what’s up?”

“Well, like I said earlier. I had fun. My parents worried were I was all night so I just told them that I spent the night with a friend.” (In case you didn’t pick up on it, she still lived with her parents.)

“Oh, hope you didn’t get in trouble or anything,” I said sarcastically.

She laughed adorably, almost sounding like she was embarrassed.

“Hey, I hope I didn’t weird you out about this weekend. I totally get it that you’re busy. But I wanted you to know that I had a fun time.”

I smiled and replied back, “Yeah, I had fun too.”

We both let those words sink in. I could sense there was more to what she wanted to say so I just asked, “Was there something else?”

Sarah sighed. That made the wheels in my head turn even faster, wondering what she was going to say next. Was she upset? Did she want to do it again?

“I’m not looking for anything serious and that night…that night was just unbelievable. I’ve never done anything like that before.”

I was starting to get confused. “You mean go out to happy hour?” I honestly thought this…shows you how naive I am.

“No, I mean hooking up with you, a guy from work. I never in my wildest dreams thought I would be ‘that girl’.” I wasn’t sure what she meant by “that girl” but this wasn’t the time to ask so I let her continue.

“If it helps you feel any better, I have never hooked up with anyone I worked with too but I guess technically, I don’t work there anymore.”

We both laughed and she said, “Yeah, actually it does.” She changed the subject, “Well, do you want to try to hang out before you head out?”

I was tempted but I had a lot to do so I just was honest with her. “I’d really like that. I just gotta get some things in order before I leave. My normal house sitter isn’t available and I still have to figure out how to get to the airport…”

Sarah cut me off before I could continue, “Why don’t I do it?”

“House sit?”

“Yeah. And take you to the airport. It will get me out of my parent’s house and I can take care of…what exactly do you need me to do?”

Her voice could hardly contain her excitement. As I started telling her that plants needed to be water, but only certain ones get so much water, I just told her, “Look, why don’t you just come over and I can show you.”

I heard her car turning and she almost yelped, “I’ll see you soon!” and hung up.

I took the next 30 or so minutes putting together dinner. Focus is a great way to get your mind off of the fact that a hot young coed is coming to your house. Sarah knocked on the door not long after I put dinner in the oven. Walking up to the door, I could see through the window that she was wearing scrubs that accentuated her figure tremendously. It was the first time I was seeing her in the fading daylight. It was obvious that she couldn’t see me checking her out since she was fiddling with her hair and trying to straighten out her scrubs. The scrubs were terrible to wear but she somehow pulled it off. I even noticed her playing with her bra, making her chest stand out more than it already was.

As I walked closer to the door, she waved at me and I let her in. “I just put dinner in the oven.”

Her eyes lit up, “Oh! What are you making?”

“Italian sausage penne casserole.”

“Oh! Sounds fancy!” I explained that it isn’t all that fancy, that the noodles were gluten-free in the box, but seems like she just wanted to hear me talk about it. But the tension was rising so I said to her, “Thanks for coming over. While it’s baking, let me show you what you’ll need to do.”

She took off her jacket and draped it over the same chair as she did last week. I walked her to the small bay window where I had some plants and told her where to find the plant fertilizer and how much water to give. It’s all pretty boring but she paid attention to every word. I continued showing her the place, something I didn’t really get a chance to do last time she was here. Once I was done, she asked me details about my flight, when I’d get back, things like that.

We settle down to have dinner and just make small talk like how things at been at work, the latest gossip, etc. There are awkward silences here and there. I got the feeling we were both trying to avoid talking about the elephant in the room. I decided to break the ice. “So, last week was fun.”

Before I could finish my sentence, Sarah interrupted me. “Me too. I hope it doesn’t make things weird.”

I replied, “In what way?”

“The last time I hooked up with a guy it led to me dating a jerk. I felt a lot of pressure from him to date him and ended up thinking that he was the guy I was going to marry, even though I didn’t really like being with him or like who I was around him.” I could tell this was a difficult subject for her, but I didn’t interrupt her. She went on about how she felt like she just wanted to feel safe and that she felt that way around me. She stuck her foot in her mouth when she talked about the fact that I was older than her. She got embarrassed but let her know that I understood where she was coming from.

I let her words settle in the air as she finished explaining. “I’m glad I make you feel safe. I guess I felt safe with you that night too. I hadn’t really been with a woman since my wife. And I’ve never really hooked up with anyone so I had two firsts that night.”

She looked shocked, “You never hooked up with anyone before?! You didn’t have a slutty phase in college?!”

I laughed a bit nervously and said, “I didn’t know people had a slutty phase!”

“Yeah, there was a period when I was sleeping with…let’s just say a lot of guys.” Sarah blushed for a brief moment before just accepting it as a point of pride. It was cute to see her talk about herself that way.

I started putting the dishes away and cleaning up from dinner. I was mustering the courage to ask her about her fantasy. It had been bugging me and felt like I couldn’t just ignore it anymore. I was starting to get worried that she wanted to say in the house to be more like my wife than my friend. Finally, just decided to just ask.

“The only thing that I found, well, not weird but just…okay let’s say weird, was how you wanted it to be our wedding night.”

For some reason, this brought a smile on Sarah’s face instead of embarrassment. It seemed like she had been thinking about it to. I continued, “Don’t get me wrong. It was incredibly hot, but what made you want to tell me?”

Sarah handed me the last of the dishes. She said, “My last boyfriend and I dated for almost a year and a half. Even though he treated me like a doormat, I still thought I was going to marry him because I thought that was the best I was ever going to do. I finally got the courage to break up with him.” She paused to allow me to process. “When I heard about your wife and just how much you loved her, I wanted that. But as I thought about it and fantasized about it, it wasn’t just some faceless guy anymore. It started to look more and more like you.”

That fantasy was just weird to me. Not in a “You’re weird” kind of way but in a way I wanted to understand her better. So I just asked, “Is that why you wanted to pretend that it was our wedding night?”

“Oh my God”, she said, smiling but turned away. “Yeah, I had just been thinking about how must you loved your wife. [Random co-worker that I worked often with] said that when you got the news, you dropped everything to drive to the other hospital. It just sounded so…passionate.” It was the first time I ever heard someone describe this day to me. I only had my version of what happened but to hear it from someone else. It was surreal.

Sarah went on to describe that her thoughts started out as, “I deserve a guy like that” to “I want a guy like that” to “I want that guy” to “I want you”. I’m really not doing this justice because it sounded so poetic coming from her.

“Look, it was just a fantasy and we got to live it out that night. Did you enjoy it?” she asked nervously.

“I did, even though it surprised me a bit”, I replied back.

She allowed that to be the final word on the subject and looked at the time. “I better get going before my parents wonder why I’m coming home so late.” She grabbed her jacket and said, “So Friday morning at 6am, I’ll pick you up here and then pick you up Sunday afternoon, depending on when your flight lands.”

I told her that was right and she left. Friday came around and she picked me up and drove me to the airport. Things were uneventful, both between me and Sarah and with my in-laws.

Sunday comes around and Sarah picked me up from the airport. The drive home was quick and easy. We talked about how things were at the house. I walk in at the smell of burnt toast was obviously in the air. She told me that she tried to reheat a pizza that she had over the weekend and didn’t have a chance to air out the place.

I grab a glass of water and just sit down. It was an exhausting weekend and I’m glad I’m home. Sarah sat next to me and we looked at the plants by the bay window together. She took great care of them because they looked so healthy. She broke the ice suddenly and said, “I was thinking about our last conversation.”

I wasn’t sure which one she was talking about, but she clarified that. “The one about my fantasy. I’m glad you had fun but I don’t want you to feel weird about it. I’m past it.”

I just smiled and said, “Ok. Don’t worry, I wasn’t weirded out by it. Just surprised me.”

She leaned in a bit closer, reminding me how close she was the last time we sat this close together. “What fantasies to you have?”

My brain went from exhaustion from travel to excitement of sex but stumbled in the process. I was so shocked by the question and her forwardness that I mumbled.

Sarah sat back and smiled. “I felt like it wasn’t really fair. I got to live out a fantasy and feel like it’s only fair to let you live one out.”

I was split in a million different directions as my throat became dry. I looked at her sitting less than a foot away from me, eager to hear my answer. I finally admitted to hear that I haven’t really fantasized about anything sexual in a long time.

“Well, then tell me a fantasy you had before. Maybe something you had before you got married.”

It was difficult to think as the blood was rushing to my dick. I thought about college and high school. Then I remembered something that Sarah had said during the Happy Hour and it flashed in my head. “Cheerleader.”

Just the single word. I was so damn nervous I couldn’t even string together a complete sentence. Fortunately, Sarah didn’t notice and just smiled, “Cheerleader?”

I drank the rest of my glass of water and admitted to her a thought about how I always found cheerleaders really sexy and the thought of having sex with a cheerleader would be fun. She asked me innocently, “What about it do you think would be fun?”

At this point, I’m blushing a bright red because I was telling her something I’ve never told anyone. “I think it’s the enthusiasm of the cheers, how cute cheerleaders tend to be, short skirts, ponytails. The whole thing…”

She interrupts me with a laughed and got up from the coach. As she headed out the door, she said, “I’ll be right back! Don’t go anywhere!”

I heard her car leave and at this point, I’m sitting in the living room dumbfounded and not sure what to do. My throat was still incredibly dry so I got up to get more water. I have no idea where Sarah went so I go upstairs to unpack my suitcase.

It isn’t long before I heard the door open and close. Sarah yelled, “I told you not to go anywhere!”

I yelled back, “I’m unpacking my suitcase!” She ran up the stairs with a small overnight bag and a huge grin. She opens the zipper and flashes a cheerleading outfit! It was white with orange lettering with the initials of the high school down the street.

Sarah is a bit out of breath at this point and said that the uniform was her sisters, who followed in her footsteps. Having never met her sister, I wasn’t sure if the uniform would fit her. It took me a few moments but it dawned on me that Sarah wanted to wear it FOR me.

“What do you think?” she asked almost excitedly. I was holding dirty laundry while this hot girl was trying to get me to imagine her in what looked like the skimpiest cheerleading uniform.

I swallowed again, realizing now that my mouth was dry again. “Yeah, that would do it.”

She spun out of the door and went to the hallway bathroom. I use this time to quickly sort out the rest of my suitcase and clear the bedroom. Even though I was nervous as hell, I knew where things were going. It was exciting!

As I was straightening out the bed, Sarah walked out slowly and my eyes devoured her. She put her hair into two short ponytails near the top of her head. She had filled out the uniform nicely, maybe a bit too tight. The uniform hugged her A-sized tits well and it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a again bra as I could just make out the outline of her erect nipples. The upper part of the uniformed showed a good bit of her chest and made me wonder why high school girls would be wearing something like this.

The uniform went around her narrow waist and then flared to show off her hips. The folds of the shirt stopped just half-way down her thighs, which were parted just enough to imagine where her pussy was. I looked back up at her grinning face and said, “Wow, you look…just wow.”

I was dumbstruck. Sarah twirled around, allowing the skirt to rise enough to keep my imagination running as to what was hiding underneath it. I tried to adjust the noticeable bulge in my pants but was unsuccessful, judging by Sarah’s slight giggle. “I really struggled to fit into it since my sister is slightly smaller framed than me.”

She stood there for what seemed like forever. She turned around and bent over, showing me her firm rounded ass and pulled out her pom-poms. I felt more embarrassed as she was giving me my fantasy.

My bedroom is pretty small. To do a full routine would have been difficult but she did a few cheers that brought me back to high school. I was friends with two cheerleaders and remembered fantasizing fucking them after a game…come to think of it, just fucking them in general. I was a horny high school kid.

As she was doing a few routines and the memories of high school come flooding back, the age difference between us came back in my mind. As she finished the last routine, I looked at her. If we were going to role play, I would play along with her.

“Well, Sarah, you did that routine pretty well. But I can’t let you out of class just because you have to go to the football game”, I said in my best “teacher” voice.

Sarah initially didn’t realize what I was doing but she caught on after a few moments. “But Mr. Smith, this is the state championships! I have to be there. You know how important that trophy is for the school.”

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be role playing or even living out a sexual fantasy. Sex with my wife was relatively vanilla but here I was, role-playing with a girl 13-years my junior.

“I’m sorry but if you go, you’ll fail the test and my class along with it.” I looked at her sternly, hoping to not give away my enjoyment of this moment.

Sarah began to fake cry. “I need this class to graduate. I don’t know what I’m going to do!”

I put my arm around her, patting her on the shoulder while trying to sneak a peek down her uniform. Since her tits were small, she didn’t have much in the way of cleavage but she found a way to still make her look womanly. I looked at her and said, “I’m sure you’ll think of something.” I gave her a knowing wink.

She gave me a quick smirk before returning to her role. Her sniffling is what sold it. She said through her fake tears, “What do you mean, Mr. Smith?”

I took her young, smooth hands, almost half my size, and place it on my thighs, slowly moving them toward my semi-erect dick. I left her hand there, looked at her, and said, “Maybe if you got some extra credit, you could pass my class.” I did my best to not make it sound like a porno.

Sarah started rubbing my bulge through my pants, while still looking at me. As the image of a cheerleader rubbing my cock went through my mind, I realized that we were going to fuck again today. I wasn’t planning on it, but here we were again, a week after we had sex the last time. Sarah interrupted my train of thought, “How much extra credit do I need? Would it be enough to keep rubbing your cock?”

Just her saying this was enough to make my cock jump with excitement. I wanted to play this out. “I think you’re going to have to do more than that.” With that she move her hands off my cock, turned around, and started grinding on it. Our height difference made it a bit difficult so she pushed me on the bed. She slowly bent over, making sure I could see her ass before she sat right on top of my crotch, pressing against my now fully-erect tent made by my pants.

Sarah turned around and smiled at me, moving her hips on my lap slowly. With each pass, she would shimmy a pom-pom that just reminded me that she was still a cheerleader. She turned around to straddle me, with my throbbing hard-on now under her skirt as she faced me. She bit her lip as she leaned back, showing me just how flexible she still was. She winced a bit coming up, saying that she hadn’t done this in a while. I wasn’t complaining!

I placed my hands on her narrow waist, feeling her warm skin through the surprisingly thick fabric of the uniform. I was amazed that I could still feel the curves of her hips through it. She wiggled closer to me, pressing her pussy against my pants. I still couldn’t tell what she was wearing under her skirt and it was drove me nuts.

She gave a sly grin. “Mr. Smith, if I take care of this”, she said bumping her mound onto my cock again, “would that be enough?”

I smiled back and moved my hands to her supple ass and pulled her closer to me. “Let’s see how things go and we’ll see.”

I was enjoyed every minute of it, with my heart racing in anticipation. Sarah dropped the pom-poms and moved her hands to my belt that was beginning to stretch. She put her hands on the buckle but stopped short of undoing them. “I’m going to need a bit more of a guarantee. If I play with your dick, would that be enough?” She licked her lips slowly, letting the tension build.

“If you play with my dick, that might be enough to help you with your test”, I said as I slid my hands down her legs and then back up under the skirt. I wanted to feel her ass in my hands again. I was surprised to feel no panties whatsoever! I must have given the stupidest look because she just raised an eyebrow knowingly when I looked at her.

She said, “Just help?” She started to grind her bare pussy on top of my still-covered cock.

At that moment, I knew I needed to commit to the role. I needed to fuck this cheerleader, fuck her brains out and let her know that if she wanted to graduate, she needed to fuck me just as hard as I was about to fuck her.

“If you let me fuck your pussy, I’ll give you all the extra credit you need!” With that, she knew what I wanted, pulled open my belt and unbutton my pants. She got up so I could pull off my pants but then forced me back down as soon as they were off me. Sarah knelt between my legs and looked at my cock.

This was the first time she was seeing it like this. In the late afternoon light, not in the dark twilight, seeing my cock filled with blood and urgency. Her eyes widen just enough to break character to tell me, “You’re thicker than I remember”. She wrapped her hand around the base and snapped back into it. “Mr. Smith, your cock is so warm!”

Sarah started pulling on my cock, switched between looking at it and looking at me. I laid back, letting her go at it. It was hard to keep looking at her since it felt so good to have her slide her hand up and down. Before long, I felt her wet mouth around the head, her tongue flicking right underneath, making me jump a bit before settling down. Her hands still stroking my cock while her mouth swirled around.

I just sat back and let the flood of pleasure flow through me, letting out sharp inhales as she worked my cock. I didn’t want to cum right then so I told her to stop and lay on the bed.

Like a good student, she did what she was told and she took my place on the bed. I hadn’t really gotten a good look at her pussy so I was looking forward to it. She let me do the honors by flipping the skirt above her hips. Just like last time, I could see just the smallest patch of hair right above her clit. But what caught my attention were her pussy lips. They were parted just enough for me to see that she was already turned on. She was not drenched wet like last time, but just wet enough to know she was enjoying herself. I kept in character and said to her, “Sarah, you may not know this but I’ve been wanting to see you like this for a long time.”

She just chuckled as she laid back on the bed. “Every game I would see you cheer, hoping to get a glance of your pussy.” It was my turn to get on my knees and I placed my hand right above her clit with my thumb to the side of it. She let out a quiet moan. “You have no idea how horny it made me to see you jump around, seeing you wiggle your ass and do jumping splits in the air.”

Sarah sighed contently, “I think I’m getting the idea. OHHHhhhh…” I started to rub her clit slowly with my thumb. I watched her wiggle as she brought her hands to her chest and started rubbing her left nipple through her uniform. I moved my hands to rub the other one and made her back arch.

I let out a warm breath onto her pussy. The smell was intoxicating. I moved my mouth just above her opening and kissed it. Her hands moved to my arms as I continued to stroke her clit with one and rub her nipple with the other. I didn’t want her to get it this easily and said, “Tell me what you want your teacher to do to you, Sarah.”

She started to breath heavier. I slowed my rubbing and she clutched my arms stronger. I repeated, “Tell me what you want your teacher to do, Sarah.”

She looked up from the bed to meet my eyes. “I want you to make me cum, Mr. Smith”, she said.

I was getting so turned on at this point. “Say it again, Sarah. Tell me what you want me to do.”

Sarah wiggled her hips against my thumb, rubbing her clit against it since I had all but stopped. “I want you to make me cum, Mr. Smith!”

I started rubbing her clit back. “And how do you want me to do that, Sarah?”

It was driving her nuts! She let out a frustrated growl and begged, “Just do it to me, Mr. Smith! I need it bad!”

I moved my mouth toward her pussy again and pressed my tongue into her opening. She sighed in delight as she laid back down with a pleased face. I started licking the sides of her pussy and pushed my thumb into her clit. Sarah’s hips moved faster and I had to keep up, using my thumb to set the pace while my mouth worked on her pussy opening. When I slid my tongue from the top of her clit down to her vagina, she let out a soft moan and clutched my arm.

“Oh GOD! Do that again!” she begged.

I traced my route back up and then dragged my tongue once more but slower and firmer, making her moan slightly louder than before. As I rubbed her clit faster and I focused on her vagina, I could taste her juices getting more intense. It turned me on even more to know her body was getting worked up.

“Mr. Smith…oh God…right there. RIGHT THERE!”

I kept my tongue, swirling the opening with my tongue, knowing I was going to fuck this cheerleader. She grabbed my arm so hard, I didn’t feel her nails digging into it as she moaned, “GOOOODDD YEEESSS! I’M CUMMING!” Her moans turned to yelps as her thighs closed around my head. I did my best to keep going but as she came and her thighs tightened, her pussy pulled away from my mouth. I kept the pressure on her clit as her thighs quivered from her orgasm. She squeezed my hand, indicating for me to stop. She finally relaxed her thighs allowing me to look up.

Sarah’s chest rose up and down as she caught her breath. I couldn’t help but just look at her exhausted but with a grin from ear to ear. Breaking character again, she said between breaths, “I’ve never had a guy lick me like that, let alone make me cum like I just did!” I placed my hand over her pussy, almost to keep it warm.

It was fun looking at her catching her breath, watching her cheerleader uniform expand and contract over her tits. She laid there on my bed with her eyes closed, mouth open, just letting the world go by.

Sarah hardly noticed me when I stood up between her legs with my cock pointing the way to her glory hole. I grazed the tip toward her soft pussy lips, causing her to squirm. She opened her eyes to me as she slid her hands down her stomach and to her sensitive mound. She rubbed the outsides of her labia with her fingers, before reaching out for my cock.

I loved teasing her before so I pulled away slightly. She giggled because she knew that I wanted it as much as she did. When she bit her lip, she looked so innocent. She looked back up to me and said with a teasing voice, “Be careful Mr. Smith. I’m a virgin.”

Sarah knew how to play along, I’ll give her that! I let my cock touch her pussy again and sent electric pulses throughout her body. I gave her a smirk and decided to tease her some more. “Sarah, I saw you reaching for my cock. You have to ask me for permission.” She gave a fake tantrum and urged, “Please Mr. Smith. Take my virginity. Please, put your dick inside me. I want you to be my first.”

She really sold it. The pitch in her voice, the eagerness in her pleading made me believe that she was my student, I was her teacher, and I was about to deflower her. I looked at my budding student, lying spread-eagle on my bed, wearing nothing but her cheerleading uniform, her hips moving back and forth, almost as if they knew what they were about to do. Sarah spread her pussy lips as I pressed my cock against her opening. We held our breath together as I pushed a little further, feeling her fingers rub the sides of my dick’s helmet.

I used the lubrication that was there to whet my cock. I wanted to make sure it would slide in easily. It didn’t hurt that just rubbing my cock all around her pussy was driving Sarah mad! She even thought I was still teasing her. “Mr. Smith, please. I need you inside me right now.” She couldn’t take it anymore. She sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck. She moved her lips to my ears and whispered, “Now. Fuck me now.”

I wasn’t sure if she broke character again or if it was her as a student. I didn’t care anymore. With her arms still hugging my neck, I pushed against her entrance, making her head tilt back toward the bed. The warmth and tightness made me exhale my held breath. Stepping forward toward her, I inched more of my cock into her, letting her velvet walls take me in.

I had another 4-inches left before I was completely inside her. Sarah pulled herself up and looked down between her legs, making the cheerleader skirt fall from her stomach, covering both her and my view. She pulled the skirt back up and without looking at me said very softly, “I want to see it.”

Only our shortened breaths and the sliding sound of my cock rubbing against her wet pussy could be heard. It was just the two of us in that room, in that moment. It could have lasted forever if it weren’t for the fact that we both wanted more.

Pushing my hips further, I closed the gap between us, my dick now fully inside Sarah. We let out a sigh as our hips touched. I was the first to look up. Even though we had fucked a week ago, this time was different. I wasn’t sure if it was the electricity of the fantasy or what, but it was different.

I stood there, towering over her as she hung onto my neck. The position wasn’t right for fucking but was right to just stare at each other. I looked at her how her ponytail was almost out of its color-coordinated scrunchy and just stared at her hungry eyes still looking down at the union that was occurring between our bodies.

Sarah finally looked up at me and repeated sternly, “Fuck me. Now.” After that, there were no more words.

She let go of my neck one arm at a time, propping herself up against the bed so she could still look at my cock inside of her. I put hands on her tiny waist and slowly pulled my cock out before shoving it back in. Back and forth, back and forth, I did my best to keep the rhythm smooth because Sarah was enjoying the view. She shut her eyes every few strokes, letting her enjoy the feeling of my cock going in and out of her.

Her moans started to get louder and more acute. When we started, her pussy was pretty tight since she had just cum earlier. It was tightening even more. Sarah’s arms couldn’t take it anymore and she dropped back down onto the bed. With that, she looked at me with a look that I couldn’t adequately describe if I wanted to. She wasn’t thinking anymore. Neither one of us were. She thrusted her hips toward me each time I pushed my cock into her, pulling her with my arms with each stroke.

I fucked her faster, with more intensity. My balls were getting soaked from her pussy juices and I could feel them slapping against her ass. We were both getting close. I changed my thrusts to be hard and short, letting my cock linger for a few moments before pulling it out and shoving it back in.

Our moans became more pronounced, lust guiding our passion. “Ung….UUUnnnng…Huh….huhh! OH….Ahh!!” was all Sarah could get out right before cumming. I thrusted faster, wanting more than anything to cum with her. I grabbed her hips tighter, pressing my hands around to her supple ass, grabbing it until I couldn’t hold back anymore. With that, Sarah locked her legs around my ass. I moaned, “OOHH!”

I slammed into her one last time before I erupted, causing the both of us to keep my dick buried inside her as my semen rushed out of me and into her. I kept blasting into her as Sarah continued to shudder with her legs holding me in. I wasn’t going anywhere and Sarah wanted to make sure of it!

Even though it seemed like it was never going to end, I stopped cumming and Sarah’s pussy stopped pulling on my dick and started to relax. I was still inside her with her legs still wrapped around me. All we could do was just breathe. Just breathe.

I watched her chest rise and fall. I looked at her and realized that she had been staring at me this whole time. I looked away in embarrassment. She giggled and pulled herself up and wrapped her arms around my neck again. We looked at each other. She whispered, “Was that what you wanted?”

I just nodded. With that she smiled and laid back down. My cock slipped out of her very creamy pussy. Sarah let out the slightest disappointed sigh. My cock started to ache and made me realize just how much I abused it. As I took a step back to start cleaning up myself, Sarah got up and dropped to her knees and licked my cock clean. I winced and told her, “Be careful, I’m really sensitive!”

She smiled and put my cock back inside her mouth, letting her tongue roll around its entire length before pulling it back out. “I’ve never tasted myself before.” It didn’t take long for my cock to get back to full strength, although feeling slightly bruised. As much as my spirit was willing, I knew if we did more, I’d probably hurt myself. “Sarah, it’s a little painful right now.”

She gave me a slightly disappointed smirk and kissed my dick on the head and said, “Maybe next time.”

She stood up, being careful not to let my cock rub against the cheerleader uniform, almost protecting it by holding it her hand. I decide to break the silence and say, “I think I can safely say you passed my class!”

She laughed and said back, “That’s a shame because after that, I wanted to repeat it.”

With that, the act was over. With her hand still holding my dick, slowly rubbing it, I said to her, “That was a lot of fun.”

Sarah gave my cock one last squeeze before letting it go. “I’m glad I could help.”

After that, I helped her get out of her sister’s uniform. She admitted as we struggled to get the top off that it was a bit tight, but didn’t mention it because she was so turned on and didn’t want to stop to take it off.

We decide to take a quick shower together again and, well, unlike last time, sexy times were had. It was pretty vanilla but this is already long, so I’ll stop here.

What I will say is that Sarah and I decided not to really date so much as to have a kind of “friends with benefits” situation. There is a lot of detail about the arrangement that I could go into but a good summary is that she wanted to help me be slutty (her words), something I never imagined myself saying! In fact, she and I had a threesome two weeks ago, a first for all three of us and something I never imagined doing.

Thank you all for your replies and PMs. I haven’t really opened up about any of this with anyone so it’s been really great to hear it from people, even complete strangers here on reddit. I realized as I was writing this that during this particular hookup, I didn’t think about my wife once. It was interesting to notice that but I think it’s healthy. I don’t think I’m ever going to forget my wife…but I feel really different. Of course, it could just be the endorphins running through me.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9xn018/mf_after_the_happy_hour_part_2