How I [M] banged my high school valedictorian [F]

Recalling the following events in my life has made me truly appreciate the phrase “getting lucky.” Every time I think about it, I realize how lucky I am to have such a hot memory of this amazing girl.

I grew up in Colorado and went to a pretty big high school, with several hundred students in my class. The valedictorian, who gives the last speech at graduation, is determined by final (highest) GPA. During my senior year, we found out about a month before graduation that our valedictorian would be a girl named Valerie. I had never heard of her, but I found out she was a quiet Asian girl in my grade. Apparently most people weren’t surprised, as the people who knew her said she was brilliant.

Fast forward to graduation day:

I was sitting with my classmates (alphabetically seated) in the audience, waiting for my name to be called to walk across the stage. I was surprised to find that I actually had never seen or met a handful of the kids who were graduating with me. This was surprising, as I considered myself social (played varsity basketball and went to parties) and thought I had spoken to everyone at least once. Clearly I had thought wrong.

Valerie, our valedictorian, was sitting on the stage next to the school principal. When I first looked at her, I was completely floored. When people said she was a quiet Asian girl, I had imagined a mousy, nerdy girl with glasses. Instead, I found a beautiful, exotic-looking woman with long, dark, and silk-like hair. There was an aura of grace surrounding her, and she seemed out-of-place here. She seemed destined for the big city, to be an urban professional, or part of higher society. Not sitting here in the west/midwest.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, and when she finally stood up to give her speech, I definitely appreciated the view I had of her from below. Her legs were tanned and toned, looking even longer in the heels she wore. Watching her, I listened to her melodic voice as it changed throughout the duration of her speech. Loud and passionate at some points, conversational and joking at others, her stage presence was yet another admirable thing about her. It was a quite good speech, as she made everyone laugh a number of times, and her entire speech was framed with some metaphor of a pond. When she was done, she thanked some teachers of hers and sat back down.

After the ceremony, everyone went to the reception, where my friends lit cigars and we smoked a bit (a graduation tradition). My mom insisted on taking photos of me with my friends, but she soon went to go chat with some other parents. I noticed Valerie, surrounded by people congratulating her on her speech. There were some underclassmen who had come to watch the ceremony, who also fluttered around her, clearly mesmerized by her as well.

She was like a star, gracing those lucky enough to exchange words with her with her light. I wanted to compliment her as well, despite having never met her previously, but I didn’t want to seem like just another groupie. It was weird to feel this way, since I usually was pretty confident when it came to girls. I had had casual flings and friends with benefits relationships with other girls at my school, but something made me feel like Valerie wasn’t just like the other girls.

Around half an hour later, people had already trickled out. It was around 8pm, so the after party at my friend’s house wouldn’t start for another one or two hours. I saw Valerie at the concession table alone, picking some fruit into a bowl, and I decided to go chat with her.

“I liked your speech,” I said to her, grabbing a plate beside her.

“Thanks,” she smiled at me. Standing this close to her, I could smell her. I don’t know how to describe it other than fragrant and slightly vanilla-y. It made me horny though.

“It’s crazy that we’ve gone to high school together for four years and this is my first time meeting you,” I continued.

“Oh,” she smiled. “You were in my English class in freshman year, Derek.” Shit. I racked my brains, but I still couldn’t remember ever seeing her in the past.

“Really?” I squinted at her, still trying to imagine my freshman English class.

“Yeah,” she laughed, not looking offended. “It’s okay. It was a long time ago.”

“My bad.” I awkwardly grabbed some chips, thinking of something to say. “To make it up to you, why don’t you come with me to the graduation party? You can be my plus one.”

She looked at me in surprise.

“Maybe,” she mused. “I’ll ask my mom.” She indicated towards an older Asian woman (kind of a MILF) who was talking with a younger boy, who I assumed was Valerie’s younger brother. She walked over and whispered in her mom’s ear. Her mom turned to look at me, and I waved awkwardly. Valerie ran back towards me and told me she could go.

A little while later, we left together, and she was sitting in my car. We had taken our graduation robes off already, and she was in the tight but classy dress she had worn under. I had already gotten a view of her perky ass, and I was more than a little distracted by the scent of her hair/perfume pervading the space in my car. I drove her to her house so that she could change quickly into something more casual and drop off her graduation stuff before we left for the party.

At the party, I realized she was more social than I gave her credit for. It turned out she was friends with some of my friends, who had invited her already. They were surprised to see that she actually came, though, much less with me. I got a few winks from some of my friends and heard a few jokes that I was going to “bring the good girl to the dark side.”

Valerie didn’t drink at the party, though I wasn’t surprised. We ended up talking on the couch, cuddling a bit. She told me she regretted not going out more in high school but was thankful she worked hard. I also found out that she was going to Harvard in the fall. We talked about what we wanted to do in the future and our fears of the future. By then we were spooning.

At some point in the night, it finally occurred to me how soft she was, and how close she was. I had been distracted by our conversation, but after a while we had stopped talking and were content with listening to the music in the background. I had been stroking her arm lightly, and I noticed her hip pressed into my groin. Already half-hard, I felt myself stir even more. Before I had been almost asleep, but now I was *very* awake.

I pressed my nose into her neck and breathed in, and I heard her breath quicken. My hands found their way across her stomach, rubbing along her waist and teasing her shirt. My hand slipped inside, and I felt the soft skin of her belly. I traced patterns along her stomach, teasing my way up. When my hand brushed the underside of her bra, she gasped slightly.

She quickly turned around to face me, and she placed a hand against my chest. I know she could feel the way my heart was beating wildly against my chest. I was so hard, and it didn’t help that she had aligned her core right there. My basketball shorts were not keeping anything together, and I could feel the heat of her body through her tiny shorts.

She gingerly wrapped one leg around my waist, maintaining eye contact with me, almost as if she were embarrassed by her desires. I had to clench my jaw to prevent myself from doing something sudden, like throwing her on the ground and pounding into her the way I wanted to. She looked like a timid animal, being petted for the first time, and I didn’t want to scare her off.

I subtly rocked my hips into hers, wanting to tease her a bit. Her eyes widened, and I knew she felt the delicious friction between our pelvises. In teasing her, I had managed to tease myself. I wanted more, so I placed my hand on her hip, pressing her more tightly into myself.

She suddenly sprang up.

“I’ve got to go,” she sputtered, her chest heaving slightly. I was so aroused, seeing her flushed cheeks and the rising and falling of her chest. She quickly ran out of the room, leaving me behind, frustrated.

I got up, tucking myself into my waistband and tried to calm my hormones. I walked around, trying to see if I could find her, as I remembered she didn’t have a ride back since I had driven her. My friend Josh, however, told me she grabbed a ride from someone else, to my great disappointment.

I went home, still horny as hell. It was disheartening to realize that I didn’t even have her phone number. I looked her up on Facebook only to see that she didn’t have one. Frustrated, I jerked off, imagining what could have happened if she had stayed. I came so hard while thinking of her.

I didn’t see her again that summer, and in the fall she went to Boston.

I wouldn’t say I held a torch to her, but I definitely thought of her every once in a while during the next few years, especially when I was feeling hot and bothered. I had a few girlfriends here and there, but nothing serious.

Eventually our 5 year reunion rolled around, and I wondered if she would go. I was done with college but decided not to go to graduate school. I remembered she had said she wanted to get her Ph.D, so I wasn’t sure if she would be around for the reunion.

Either way, I went to see some of my old classmates. I personally thought it was kind of dumb to have a reunion, since it’d only been 5 years. At the reunion I noticed we had all matured a bit, but some people had definitely packed on a few pounds from college food and partying.

To my surprise and delight, I saw Valerie there. She looked basically the same, except she cut her hair. It was barely past her shoulders, which made her look a bit more mature. It gave my eyes access to her collar and shoulders, though. And she exuded confidence. She had transformed from a pretty high school girl into a sexy, young woman.

At first I was afraid she wouldn’t remember me. When I made eye contact with her, however, I knew she did. She looked like a deer in the headlights, and I *knew* she remembered that last night we shared 5 years ago.

I made my way over to her.

“I didn’t know if I would see you here,” I murmured into her ear as I gave her a hug. I was satisfied to hear her squeak, when I rubbed her back and gave her ass a squeeze.

“Derek,” she said breathily. “It’s good to see you again.” We sat at the same table and caught up for a while. I found out that she did enroll in graduate school, but she had flown back in to visit her parents and attend the reunion. She also let it slip that she was single, having broken up with her college boyfriend after they graduated.

After the reunion ended, some former classmates suggested going to a bar and asked if we were game. Valerie looked to me for affirmation before responding.

“I think we’ll pass,” I told my former classmates, wanting to spend some time alone with Valerie. Privately I asked her if she wanted to come back to my apartment. She agreed, and my dick twitched in anticipation at what would happen.

On the car ride there, I remembered us being in a similar position 5 years ago. It also brought back memories of my frustrated jerking off after she had run off. I grimaced, hoping I wouldn’t be in such a position again tonight. Thinking this, I brought my hand to her thigh, rubbing small circles, while keeping my other hand on the wheel. I didn’t look at her, but I felt her stare on me.

When we got inside my apartment, I offered her something to drink. Anticipating her response, I instead received her mouth. She pounced on me, bringing my mouth down to hers and kissing me with a fervor I didn’t expect from her. In the kiss I could feel the unreleased tension from 5 years ago, and there was something very primal in the frenzy with which she nipped at my lips.

I picked her up easily and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her arms around my neck, our bodies were tangled together. She dipped her head back to look at me, panting.

“I’ve waited so long,” she whispered, one hand stroking my face. Hearing this, my cock throbbed, already feeling like a thousand pounds in my pants. I ground against her, as I walked us into my bedroom.

She had begun kissing all over my face and neck, as I laid her down on my bed. I pulled my shirt off, and she kissed along my body too. She tugged at my pants frantically, her hands shaking as she tried to undo the buttons. I helped her, pulling my pants down, leaving me in my boxers. My cock strained against my underwear, trying to free itself, needing her touch.

I realized she was wearing too many clothes, however, and quickly pulled her shirt off. I drank in her upper body hungrily, and I kissed down her neck. I unclasped her bra to reveal two perky breasts. Her nipples were already hard, a lovely brown color against her pale skin. They fit perfectly in my hands as I kneaded them and sucked on her.

Kissing further down, I swirled my tongue in her belly button, which drove her wild. I undid her jeans and tugged them down. Her lacy panties smelled of her desire, and I tore those down as well. She was already slick, though her legs were clamped together.

I parted her knees gently, and she looked surprised to see my face down there. Her breath coming in pants, I quickly dived in, lapping at her vagina. Her gasps and moans caused my dick to throb, and I wanted to be inside her. She pressed my head into her, as I found her clit.

Soon I felt her body shake, as her moans grew. I knew she had orgasmed when she gave a final sigh, and I continued to lap at her juices.

I took my boxers off and stroked myself a bit, watching her as she recovered. The sight itself was so hot, I knew I would use the image in the future whenever I needed to pleasure myself.

She got up and smiled mischievously at me. I was laying on the bed, but I lifted myself up a bit with my forearms to look at her as she crawled up to me. She dipped her head down, and I knew what was coming.

Her lips wrapped around my throbbing dick, as she swirled her tongue around my head. I tossed my head back in pleasure, as I sucked in a deep breath. She went to town on my dick, bobbing her head and licking all over. Her hands played with my balls, and I moaned, the pleasure building. While it wasn’t the most technically gifted blowjob I had received, her enthusiasm more than made up for it. Plus, I had been fantasizing about this girl for years. The realization that it was really happening was so hot that I was ready to blow soon.

I didn’t want to, so I quickly picked her up off me. She looked confused, so I laid her down against the bed.

I positioned myself against her vagina before I realized I didn’t have a condom.

“I don’t have a condom,” I told her painfully. If I had to stop now, again, I would cry.

To my relief she told me she was on the pill. With that, I thrust into her with one swift motion. We both moaned at the same time, and I began to thrust into her. I had zero self control by that point, so I didn’t bother starting slowly.

I wanted to last long for her, but I was already so turned on by that point that I was almost at the point of no return. I pounded into her, my desire already animalistic, and almost a minute later I was ready to come. I didn’t want to come before her though, so I sucked on her nipple and molded her ass. Her moans began to grow, and I fisted her butt more roughly, as I tried to hold my orgasm back.

To my luck, she began convulsing around my dick, as I let go, and I pumped my load into her. I continued thrusting as I released shot after shot of my hot load, feeling like years worth of come that had built up for her.

I groaned, as I kissed her lips again, coming down from the euphoria. I thought that I could get her out of my system and stop obsessing over her if I finally fucked her, but I soon realized that once would never be enough.

We spent the weekend together, fucking a number of times, before she had to go back to Boston. The last night I took her out on a real date to a restaurant, and it was bittersweet saying goodbye to her.

It’s been a few years, and I’m sure glad I had the guts to talk to her that night at graduation. Because I might not have a girlfriend now if I hadn’t :P

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4c6t4f/how_i_m_banged_my_high_school_valedictorian_f