He was the class brain and a rebel. I was raised in a very strict household. Somehow we always seemed to be assigned to sit next to each other in classes. As young teens do, we fought and fussed all the time, meanwhile growing more and more attracted to each other. We became best friends; both loved to read, same taste in books, both of us different and not fitting in with our classmates. By our senior year, we were madly in love, and had a wonderful summer fling. We shared some of the sweetest and hottest kisses I ever remember, but never had the opportunity to do more. Then college and the army interfered, and we went our separate ways.
We lost touch with each other, but he was never far from my thoughts. I had tried to find him at times over the years, but never had any luck. As the years passed, I found myself thinking about him more and more. Every time I saw old high school friends, I asked about him, but no one I talked to seemed to know where he was. I joined one of those class reunion websites, but he wasn't listed. I did people searches, telephone listings, address lookups - found lots of other people with his name, but not the one I wanted. Eventually, I got another email from the reunion website about new member listings - and his was the first name I saw! I didn't even bother looking at the rest of the list. I emailed him right away. I was on pins and needles for three days waiting for a response.
Finally I heard from him. We emailed and IM'd for a few weeks, getting more and more personal and flirtatious each time. I thought about him constantly. We started talking on the phone; his voice was exactly as I remembered it - deep and sweet. Every time I talked to him, I would get so hot and horny I had to stroke my pussy while we were talking. The feeling was still the same; I wanted him!
We set up a time to meet; we each had to come up with a logical reason for going out of town for a couple of days to satisfy our mates. I was already at the hotel, watching out the window, when he pulled in the parking lot on his bike. Like me, he had added a few extra pounds over the years, but he still looked good. Long blonde hair, beard, and a mustache - just looking at him made my blood boil. By the time he got to the door, my pussy was dripping. He opened the door, and I didn't even give him a chance to say hello. I flung my arms around him and our mouths immediately found each other. We kissed and groped each other just like teenagers, unwilling to wait to explore each other. We fell on the bed, humping each other, ripping clothes off, tongues devouring each other. I pushed him over on his back and sat astride his chest. I told him I had waited for years to make love to him and I wasn't waiting another second! I pulled his pants down, and out sprang the most beautiful cock I've ever seen, throbbing and begging me to taste. I took him all the way down my throat - god, his cock tasted better than I had ever imagined! Velvety smooth, shaved balls . . . I sucked and nibbled on his rock hard cock, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I took his hand and started rubbing my pussy with it, feeling his fingers pump in & out of my love hole, rubbing my clit with his thumb. My pussy exploded right then, grabbing his fingers and sucking them in.
