This is Story # 35 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.
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Suzanne
Suzanne was a friend of mine from high school. I use the term "friend" very loosely, because we weren't really friends, although we were certainly friendly.
I was a jock in high school, and Suzanne was a band geek. Our social circles included other jocks and other band geeks, respectively, so we never hung out or ate lunch at the same table, nothing.
But we were both good students, so we found ourselves in a lot of classes together, small classes that very few people took. This gave us the opportunity to get to know each other without the influence of our respective friends around. We liked each other and had fun together, but outside the classroom there was very little interaction. It just wouldn't have been cool for either of us to be seen talking to the other.
Suzanne was very pretty, with a big beaming smile. It was surprising that she wasn't more popular among the "popular" crowd, but she clung to her band friends, and played on the tennis team, while the more popular girls were cheerleaders or ran on the track team, which was the "cool" girls sport at my school.
One thing we were in together was a hiking and camping club. At the end of our senior year, if you were 18 (which Suzanne and I both were by then) you could go on a six-night hiking and camping trip with the club. So, in late May my senior year, we loaded up two school vans with about fifteen people and a bunch of gear, and headed away on a three-hour drive to hike and camp in the mountains.
None of my close friends were on the trip, but I knew a couple of the guys well enough that we hung out and rode together. Suzanne was seated near me on the van as well, and every now and then I included her in the conversation.
We hiked and camped two nights at one place, then loaded up the vans to drive to another area. On the van to the second location, Suzanne slipped me a note, telling me to come into her tent (that she shared with two other girls) around ten o'clock that night.
I did as she asked and slipped into her tent, where she and her tent mates were sipping something that one of them had snuck onto the trip, some kind of booze, maybe like Southern Comfort. I sipped a little and we laughed and had fun, and then one of the teachers came by and said she was doing a lights out check, so Suzanne hid me under her blankets when the teacher poked her nose in the tent.
After lights out, Suzanne and I snuggled and made out. I don't know how much experience she had with boys, as I had never known her to have a boyfriend. After a few minutes of kissing, Suzanne threw the covers up over our heads and turned on a small flashlight. She then slipped her hand into my sweatpants, yanking them down just a bit so that the top half of my cock was exposed to her view. She wrapped a hand around my cock and started pumping it, and me being an 18-year-old kid, it wasn't long until I was on the verge of coming.
Suzanne watched intently as she jerked me off. I unsuccessfully tried to keep quiet as my cum blasted through her hand and onto my stomach, making quite a mess all over us. The other girls in the tent were laughing because it was clear what was happening and had happened.
I snuck back to my tent ten minutes later and that was the end of my relationship with Suzanne. We went about our business, graduated, went off to college and lost touch.
Fast forward thirty years later. Suzanne and I had friended each other on social media years before, like many people with social media friends that aren't really friends. I recall scrolling through her pictures, noticing how really attractive she had become and how her body filled out. Husband and a couple of kids and living across the country from me.
Fast forward four more years, and up pops a private message from Suzanne. After a bunch of chit chat and general catching up, she tells me she heard that I was divorced, and that she and her husband just separated, and she thought I'd be a friendly, non-judgmental voice.
We ended up exchanging numbers and talking on the phone for a good hour, her telling me how her husband had been having a long-term affair when he traveled, how she found out, and the aftermath. It was pretty fresh and she still had a lot of emotion about it.
We stayed in touch, texting and talking on the phone. Naturally, we started flirting. I think she started it, suggesting that we should have dated when we were younger, that she had a little crush on me etc. (no kidding!), and reminiscing about the hand job on the camping trip.
She confessed to jerking off five guys on the camping trip that week. "Once I turned 18, I decided it was time to get some experience,' she said.
She recalled -- "Yours was only the third dick I had ever touched, the first was Tommy, in my tent two nights before, and he had this little tiny wiener. I laughed at it, and he came as soon as I touched it, just this little tiny bit of cum. The next night I jerked off Jimmy, his dick was bigger but basically average from what I've come to learn. And then when I grabbed your dick I was like, holy cow! When you came in my hand, it was like OMG, there's so much and it was all over us. I was all sticky in the morning and had to wash off in the creek LOL! I couldn't believe how much cum there was."
I responded, "Yeah, I've always been a high-volume guy when it "comes" to that haha. A blessing and a curse!"
"No way, that's a 100% blessing imo" she replied with a hand and an eggplant and a tongue emoji.
I explained, "Well it's a curse when I jerk off and have to clean it all up!"
This made her laugh.
She talked about taking care of herself more now, eating better, exercising, etc., since now she had to get back out there to the dating scene. Pictures followed -- nothing nude or dirty at first, but scantily clad to show off her improving body. She looked great, and I commented on how great she looked despite her protests.
"Let me see your dick," she bluntly asked one time. I followed with a series of pictures similar to what I had done with others before, starting about half hard and building up to a full hard on.
Over the next week or so, we eventually graduated to FaceTime, and watched each other get off, her using a small vibrator to bring herself to orgasm, and me coming all over my stomach while she talked me through it. I could hear her come again as my cum shot all over me.
She took it to the next level saying, "If you were here right now I'd suck and fuck the hell out of you and have you blast all of your hot cum all over me!"
I replied, "I'll be on the next flight out!"
She said, "Why don't you? Have you ever been here? Come out for a weekend, I'll show you around, we'll fuck like bunnies, and off you go. A long-distance booty call. What do you think?"
It certainly was tempting. Worst case scenario -- we have no chemistry or compatibility and couldn't stand each other after one day, so I ride it out myself in a cool city for a few days, do some sightseeing and get back home. No harm no foul, I couldn't lose.
I answered her: "You had me at 'fuck like bunnies!'"
