It had been nearly six years since I had seen Courtney Constantine. For a long while I had thought about her all the time, but in the years which had passed I had relegated her to a memory as I moved on to other relationships.
Courtney (CC for short) and I had been in a hot and heavy relationship in our senior year of college. It was one of those whirlwind relationships where we were inseparable, taking the same classes, having the same friends, cheering at each other's sports events. We were not virgins when we met, as CC lost her virginity to a high school boyfriend and me in my first year in college. But we were joined at the hip in public that year, as well as other places while in private.
She had been with four other guys and me three women before we fell to each other's arms. It was quite crazy how we met that October, having been set up as a blind date for Halloween in that junior year by Courtney's her roommate Jennifer. We met for the first time at the party, and I have to tell you it was quite different having a first date you couldn't actually "see" and wondered all night what she looked like.
Courtney attended the party as a sultry vixin, with a flimsy black outfit that included a short see through skirt, stockings, skintight top and mask. I went dressed in a tuxedo and Hugh Hefner face.
We were officially introduced at the party by Jen, and spent the better part of the next two hours laughing, joking and getting to know each other. After the party I drove Courtney home and received a very nice good night kiss and hug. She turned to head into the dorm then stopped, turned, lifted her mask and said good night again before slipping inside.
She was beautiful.
That night I fantasized about the girl and made a mess in my bed. The next morning I called her, asked her out again, and she accepted. That was the beginning of a relationship that lasted nearly a year.
On the night of our third date, we intensely made out and were both turned on to no end. Courtney was stroking my cock through my pants and I was doing the same to her. When I asked her to take out my dick, she firmly said "no! I don't do that on a fourth date with any boy."
I pressed her for when I might get a little more, and she said, "Play your cards right and next time, who knows? You seem like a nice enough guy."
We kissed for a little more, and then I thanked her for a great night.
"Huh?" said the girl.
"I was wondering if we could go out tomorrow morning?" I responded with a hint of surprise.
Courtney looked at me strangely, but said sure.
I looked at my watch, which was passing midnight, then convinced her it was a new day and a new date.
That new date was incredible. We were still at the local necking spot, and the hourly visit by the local keystone cops had occurred. For the next half hour we made out before she unzipped my pants, pulling out a rock hard dick that wanted action.
Courtney stroked my cock for a few minutes, slowly at first then quickening her pace as she became acquainted with by manhood. I responded by snaking my hand up her thigh and under her skirt, eventually fondling her warm moist panties. She wouldn't let me take off those flimsy black panties but it didn't matter...I was feeling the moist hot pussy separated only by a little bit of cotton and I was in horny heaven.
I fingered her through her panties while she slowly stroked my aching cock. I'd like to say I held off, but quite frankly it didn't take much for me to blast off. The toe-curling orgasm was fantastic and soon afterward Tiffany shuddered in an orgasm of her own.
It was a great fourth date, and for the next six months we were inseparable. The sex was incredible, as Courtney was an adventurous lady. Because we both lived in dorm rooms, our rendezvous were often in unusual places. Oh, we did it in the car, and weather permitting at a local park, but we also found the janitor's closet, a "quiet" room at the library and a friend's attic to grab a quickie.
Toward the end of the school year, though, we both realized it wasn't meant to be. We'd have little spats over dumb things, spats which turned into arguments and soon we were at wits end. The sex was great, but was happening less and less as we bickered over a wide assortment of things.
Right before the end of the school year Courtney broke up with me, vowing never to get back together again.
Flash forward five years. That's when I stumbled across Courtney shopping at the local mall. I saw her looking at men's shirts, did a double take, then realized it was really her.
After the initial surprise, we laughed and joked about the old days before she startled me with the information that she would be getting married in two weeks. She had met a guy at work and they'd been expanding that relationship for several years.
It's funny, prior to that day I hadn't thought of Courtney for years. Still, in talking to her that day I had a flashback to our relationship and, like a true guy, the sex.
