Based on a story told by a co-worker. He couldn't believe she was still angry two years later. Go figure. Hope you enjoy. Jb7
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Terry McAllister looked out the kitchen window to the house next door. He heaved a huge sigh, knowing that he had to visit her sooner rather than later. He had been home from college for two days and hadn't even called to let her know he was home, although he was pretty sure she knew.
He had just graduated with a Bachelor's degree in metallurgical engineering, and would be starting work at the local foundry in two weeks. Before then, he had to settle the problem between them.
Terry walked out the door, across the yard and entered her house through the back door, just as he always had. Her mother was in the kitchen when he entered. "Hi, Mrs. Duncan," he surprised her.
"Gracious, Terry! You nearly scared the pants off me," she exclaimed.
"Damn, " he said, "only nearly?"
"That's enough of that talk," she laughed. "Marie's down in the game room. Remember how to get there?"
"It's been a long time, but not that long. If you hear fighting and screaming, don't worry. I came over to apologize, and might open up some old sores."
"I understand. Good luck. I'm sure you're going to need it."
"Thanks," he replied and headed for the basement. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he heard the sounds of a video game. He followed them to the game room. He hesitated at the door and peeked in. The television was on the far wall, facing the door. In front of it was a sofa, facing the TV, and on it sat the person he had come to see, totally engrossed in her game.
As he stepped into the room, Terry spoke, "Hi there, Funny Face."
When she heard his voice, time seemed to stop for the young woman. She was aware of several conflicting emotions. Arousal--she felt a familiar tingle in her kitty, one he had always been able to generate; Anger--he'd been gone for two frikkin years, and hadn't written in over a year; and had been home for at least two days without even a hello; delight--he was here! And more anger over the way they had parted the last time.
As time slowly started for her again, she spoke without interrupting her game, "Nice of you to call, finally. Is there something you wanted?"
"Yeah," he said. "I came to get your apology for being such a shit the last two years."
It did what he hoped. She dropped her controller and whipped around. "Get my apology! You son of a ..." She saw his grin and lost her temper. "You bastard! How can you come in here and accuse me?" she said as she jumped over the couch and ran at him, arms flailing, hitting him wherever she could reach.
He fended off her blows enough so that they didn't do any great damage. As her anger dissipated and the blows grew softer and less frequent, he gathered her into his arms and pulled her to his chest.
"Actually, I came to apologize, for a lot of things. Not writing, pulling away, neglecting you and," he looked around, "the last time we were in this room together."
She looked up at him. "What about the last time? I don't remember any thing special about that time." Her expression was cold and angry. She pulled away and went to sit on the sofa.
Terry's family had moved next door to the Duncan's when he started Sixth grade. He had been twelve, and Marie, ten. The only kids on the block in their age range, they had gravitated toward each other as playmates. A natural lessening of contact occurred when Terry went into high school, but when Marie reached dating age, it was a given they would find each other again.
In high school, she had been considered cute. A pixie-ish face with curly black hair, blue eyes and fair skin, inherited from her Scottish father. Small busted, without much of a waist, she had a very boyish figure upon entering high school. It wasn't until after he had graduated and was in college that she developed her womanly figure. Still small busted, a 'full' A cup and a bit more, she had grown nearly four inches her junior year, to five feet eight.
Terry had started calling her Funny Face as a tease when they were kids, because of her tendency to freckle in the summer, and then fade in the fall and winter. Later, when they dated, she accepted it as a sign of affection.
Growing up as playmates, both with healthy curiosities about their changing bodies, they had ample time for mutual exploration since all four parents worked. Although there had been some pre-puberty touching, it wasn't until they began to date that it went any further. And not until she had experienced her growth spurt that it became serious.
That year Terry learned he could almost swallow her whole breast, and she learned how to swallow his whole prick. He found he loved the taste of her, and she learned she didn't mind the taste of cum but definitely did not like the feel of it in her mouth. Nor did she mind her taste on his lips and tongue.
New Year's Eve, her senior year in high school, his sophomore year at college. Their parents had gone to a party thrown by the foundry where they all worked. The kids had come home early to have their own party.
