Not long after the helicopter crash I found myself looking back on my time with Becky.
It wasn't long after my evening encounter with 18 year old Becky that she officially broke up with Brad. He told everyone he broke up with her because she wouldn't put out, but I knew otherwise. Within the month Becky had gone from acting like she didn't know me to smiling as we walked by each other to eventually smiling.
After an after school pep rally and before a football game one Friday she asked 18 year old me for a ride. We climb into my pick up and drive away. Soon we are near the secluded place I parked that night.
"You raped me that night."
"I did not. You wanted to make Brad jealous, one thing led to another and you lost your virginity in the heat of passion."
"Whatever. You are just lucky I had my period last week." I pull into the secluded spot. "What are we doing here?"
"You didn't just want a ride to confront me about that night. You wanted another fuck and were afraid to ask."
"I did not."
"You did! I've seen the way you have been looking at me in the halls. Your pussy has been craving my cock again. And since you know I can keep a secret you want to be fuck buddy."
"NO! I just, I..." I cut her off. I put my left hand on her cheek and kiss her neck, then nibble her ear. She starts to lose her train of thought as she closes her eyes.
My hand leaves her cheek and finds some skin on her thigh just below the hemline of her skirt. As my hand starts its journey north she swats it away. She is passionately kissing me now but she is intent on it not going past a rating of PG/PG13. "I have to get back to the game to cheer."
"You have a few hours still." I remind her.
My hand starts its journey north again and gets just under her skirt as she swats my hand away again. Her legs have opened up slightly but I have to warm her up more. So my right hand reaches up and squeezes her tits through her sweater. My strong fingers can feel the cursive style stitching of "Becky" on her chest as I crudely paw at her innocent looking tits under her pristine white sweater.
Instead of the purple uniform she wore during her deflowering, she is wearing a white uniform. The top is almost resembles a retro style sweater since its later in the year and colder.
On the third try my hand makes it to her bloomers. She grabs the wrist just as my reach hits her bloomer protected slit. I start rubbing her slit through those bloomers and she has started sighing into my mouth. Just when I can start to feel her wetness build seep through the bloomers I navigate my strong fingers around them and slip a finger in her.