Tag: High School

I was just shopping. Just getting my groceries, like I do every couple of weeks. Today, though, I just so happened to need a cake for a party at work. And the baker just so happened to be my high school crush. So of course I had to flirt a little bit, but I had no intentions. A little bit of flirting became a lot of flirting, which became sitting in the cafeteria area on his break, which became meeting him at his car when he got off work that night. At first we just talked, then he told me that he had a crush on me too in high school. We got to talking about all the times that we had back then, and turns out, we each saw the other as “the one that got away.” I told him about how badly I had wanted to date him, to do all the cute high school stuff with him, but how I would also fantasize about him at night. About him bending me over the desks and taking my virginity. Sneaking out to his Jeep during class and fucking in the parking lot. Fucking in the locker room after his football games. Meeting his family, then fucking in his bedroom while they were down the hall. How my first interest in BDSM started with wanting him to choke and gag me to keep me quiet while we fucked in all these secret places. All the dirty things that a teenage girl shouldn’t have been thinking about at that age, but I was. I started out shy, quietly telling him my fantasies, but as he became more and more interested in what I was saying, the more my shyness turned into more flirting, with me trying to silently tell him that, given the chance, I would still fuck him. Then he started telling me about his dirty teenage fantasies, how he would think about meeting me under the bleachers during football games. Driving in his Jeep, teasing me while he drives. Finding empty classrooms and fucking. And while he was telling me about his fantasies, his hand started inching closer and closer to me, until it finally reached my knee. Then it started inching higher and higher up my leg. When it was about mid-thigh, I readjusted myself so that my legs were spread over so slightly, letting him know that I was okay with him touching me, inviting him to do more. He kept going higher and higher up my leg, and pretty soon, he reached as high as he could go. He started tracing his fingers over the seams of my jeans, up and down my thighs, as he kept telling me about the things that he wanted to do to me back then. There was so much tension in the car, I wanted him so bad. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to have him. I leaned in and he met my lips halfway. One hand found its way to the back of my head, and he guided me towards him even more, almost pulling me onto his lap. I climbed across the console, my mouth never leaving his, and sat on his lap, my knees on either side of his legs. His fingers began tangling in my hair, pulling gently. His other hand stayed between my legs, rubbing over my jeans. I reached down and began unbuttoning them, fumbling a little bit, but soon getting it. Both his hands worked around to my ass, and he began to pull my jeans down. I raised myself up off of his lap, breaking our kiss for the first time. We had a little bit of trouble getting them off, but we eventually got it. Then it was his turn to lose his pants. He unbuttoned them and raised himself up enough to pull them down, using his feet to take them the rest of the way off. Our mouths met again, as he grabbed my hips and pulled me back down onto his lap. This time, though, the only thing separating my pussy from his dick was two thin pieces of fabric. I could feel it pressing against me, begging to be let out, begging to be in me. Read more »