We had been together so long...ever since high school. We had been through hell and back and nothing could stop our love. It was strong, passionate, hot. He is everything I could ever want, my Robert. No matter what we went through, we always knew we'd stick it through. We'd find a way. We were never bored, never had eyes for anyone else. It was everything I could ever want.
College was the best and most spontaneous time of our sex life. Coming from an old fashioned Hispanic family, I was never allowed out. I went to school 2 hours away from my hometown, so it was easy to come stay with Robert without my grandparents ever knowing. We used it to our advantage.
We didn't always have much money, and of course as a broke college student, I didn't have a car. There was a period of time that we were both jobless, broke, and had nobody to help us out. I had no way of going to visit him and his car is not in enough shape to be driving for 2 hours uphill. It had been months, and the wait was excruciatingly unbearable. Thoughts of our lustful sessions would play in my head again, and I'd rewind, play, rewind, play....I missed him so much. His warmth, his body, his scent, every detail about him I missed. We tried to figure out other ways to help us with the wait such as pictures, skype, and other online and mobile tools, yet they didn't help much. There's nothing like his own hands on me, touching me.
He had gone job hunting during those months and finally, he got an interview, and there was his new job. 2 more weeks, we thought. That's when he got paid. 2 more weeks and I won't have to be helping myself, but he can do it instead, and god was I excited for it. Those 2 weeks seemed like the slowest 2 weeks of my life. Every day I woke up and laid in bed for awhile, envisioning him there with me, making love to me. It was hard to keep my panties dry in those 2 weeks, but finally the Friday I was waiting for had arrived. He had given me money to take the bus back into town, and those 2 hours seemed worse than the 2 weeks. When I arrived, he was waiting there, looking better than ever. Leaning on his car, I took in the sight of him.....he was so handsome. Brown hair, long enough to play with. Light-skinned, lean body, glasses, and that black button up shirt that I love on him. I wanted him to fuck me right then and there, but I had to wait a few more minutes.
He smiled, and as I kissed him hello, he grabbed me tightly. I knew what I was in for that night. We got in the car and started driving, talking about his new job and how he liked it. He told me some plans he had for school, and I told him how my life up North was going. Then he reached over and lifted up my skirt, putting his hand on my vagina, and started playing with my clitoris. I sighed, it felt so good. It's been so long since he's touched me. He continued with it for a while, then moved his hands back upwards, feeling my stomach and my breasts, squeezing and rubbing them with enthusiasm.
We arrived at his apartment and went inside.
"Did you lock the door?" he asked.
"Oh I'm not sure, let me go back and check."
So I did, and when I locked the door, I felt his hands on my waist, on my ass, his hands running all over my body. I turned around and kissed him, I was so excited that I was there in that moment, that I had waited so long for it to come. I tasted his soft tongue, wanting more so badly, and his tongue went from my mouth to my neck, down to my breasts and already hardened nipples, pulling my shirt and bra up. He licked and sucked on them, and I was getting so wet from it. I love when he sucks my nipples. They are one of the most sensitive areas in my body, and he was pleasing them with such love and lust, it was hot. He pulled off my shirt, and undid my bra. We ran into a wall and stayed there, enjoying our foreplay. He undid my pants and I tossed them aside. It felt so nice being there with nothing but my panties on in front of him, to have him stare at my body and lust for it, I felt beautiful in his presence. However I was not satisfied being the only one naked; I ached to see him too. I unbuttoned his black shirt and threw it aside along with his undershirt and pants. It was blatantly obvious he was excited as well, his hard on could not hide it. I grabbed his penis and felt hardness, I wanted it so bad. First, though, I had to please him. We turned so his back was on the wall, and I pulled his boxers down. His delicious cock popped out and I needed it in my mouth. I got on my knees and began licking it, the head, the base, I swirled my tongue around his penis and placed it inside my mouth, going as deep as I could. I sucked and licked until he was gasping, and I looked up at him. The feeling I get from knowing his pleasure is in my hands, from knowing the faces he makes when I suck his dick is because of me. I feel proud of that.
