(Part 2) Teenage fantasy girl found later in life [MF]

Part 1: [link](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a2ku39/teenage_fantasy_girl_found_later_in_life_mf/)

As requested… Sorry it’s not as long.

She had the next day off as well, and apparently lined up a sitter for her son. We didn’t fuck, we’d somehow managed to transition straight to ‘dating seriously’ and just spent the afternoon together. We met up for lunch a couple times that following week, and texted each other daily.

That Friday night she wanted me to go to her place after dinner. She’d put her kid to bed and was sitting outside on the stoop, sipping pink zinfandel out of a mason jar. She stood when she saw me, leaned her arms around my head and leaned in for a deep kiss. “I’m pretty tired tonight, how about we just go to bed?” She knew I worked nights and I’d only been up for several hours at this point, but I couldn’t disagree. She had that look in her eye which said, “I need you inside me.”

She led me by the hand into her place and down the hall to her bedroom. A candle sat lit on the dresser, illuminating the room in dancing shadows.

Teenage fantasy girl found later in life [MF]

This story is a bit pedestrian, a cathartic story I’m writing to help me through some stuff. I had to create an account and sit on it for a day just to post this… (It was deleted automatically the first time… oops.)

TLDR/spoiler: I met a girl I had had a fantasy crush on through my adolescent years as a nerd – many years later, as an adult. Hit it off, fuck.

(This is, perhaps, “part 1”. Scroll down to ‘fuckery’ if that’s what you’re after.)

I now live in a town where I would often visit, as a child, during the summer with family for vacations during my teen years. We would come for a week, stay at a family church camp, and participate in area events – both on our own or with the other families in attendance.

Being a young pubescent guy, I looked forward to seeing the girls my age who came to the camp. There were a couple families with daughters my age, but the real excitement was when the local girls from the area churches would come – ranging from high school through college. To a kid who had little female interaction and lived in a small town where most of the girls dressed like they were ready for farm chores, it was intoxicating to have them come for the evening services in their short summer skirts, wearing perfume and makeup.