I decided to go out to my old neighborhood and have a few drinks one Friday night to watch a baseball game, when I felt a light tap on my shoulder.
As I turned around, I looked into a face that I hadn't seen since I had lived in the neighborhood. "Oh my God, that is you!" the woman exclaimed.
Kathy literally was the girl next door when we were kids, and we had grown up together. We were both maybe six or seven when my family moved in next to hers, and we were in our senior year of High School when her family moved out. During that time, we were like best friends, and had even dated for a short time.
Looking at the beautiful woman standing in front of me, long, strawberry-blonde hair, dressed in a light-colored blouse, short skirt and heels, with the stunning, bright blue eyes, I couldn't believe that this was the same person that used to be my neighbor and first girlfriend.
While the girl back then was very pretty, in a plain sort of way, the woman I was looking at now was gorgeous. Short and thin, with little more than bumps on her chest back then, this woman was a few inches taller, had a fuller body, and was showing a bit of cleavage.
"Kathy?" I asked, shocked. "My God, I haven't seen you in, what almost thirty years!"
Stepping in to give me a hug, she said, "Has it been that long? You look great!"
"Thank you," I replied. "What about you? You look incredible!"
Taking the empty seat next to me, Kathy sat down, and I ordered us both a drink. "Thank you," she said. "Not the same little girl that you remember, huh?"
Laughing, I replied, "Not at all!"
"Yeah, I didn't really start to fill out until I had my first kid," she told me. "After that, it was like my body made up for lost time."
"Well, it looks like time paid you back well," I said.
Laughing, she looked down her body, and said, "Yeah, I can't complain too much. Although, I do wish that I had a bit more to show back then."
"Hey, I never complained," I told her. "I liked what I saw back then."
Laughing again, she replied, "Yeah, I remember. I liked what I got to see, too."
Seeing the smirk on her face, I knew that she was flashing back to the same memories that I was.
When we were dating, we were both into sports, her running track and me wrestling and playing football, so we never had a lot of time to spend together.
When we could, though, we used to spend a lot of time hanging out in her parents' basement. Her father had built a rec room down there for his kids, and as the youngest, Kathy was the only one still living at home at that point.
Being the hormone-driven adolescents that we were, we spent quite a bit of that time making-out, which quickly led to petting. We were both inexperienced at the time, and we enjoyed exploring each other's bodies, as best we could, considering that her parents were one floor above us.
I particularly remembered one night, a New Years Eve, when her parents were out. We already knew that Kathy's family was moving away, so we wanted this to be a special night for us.
We had gotten to the point where she let me feel her small breasts under her shirt, and she would squeeze my bulge through my jeans. That night, with an empty house, we stepped things up a notch. I had her blouse unbuttoned, and was squeezing and kissing her bare titties, while she had unzipped my pants and slipped her hand into my tighty-whities.
Wrapping her hands around my hard cock, Kathy gasped, and whispered, "Can I see it?"
Having never shown myself to a girl at that point, I was nervous, but I nodded to her. She got down on the floor between my legs and pulled my pants down to my ankles, and my hard cock sprang into view.
"Oh my god!" Kathy exclaimed. "That's huge! That's even bigger that Jimmy's!"
Jimmy was her older sister's boyfriend at the time, and I asked how she knew how big he was.
"I snuck down here late one night, when this was Barb's bedroom, and saw them having sex," Kathy explained. Barb was her older sister by about five years, and the subject of many of my teen fantasies, especially when I could see her sunbathing in the yard wearing her bikini.
I sat back and moaned as Kathy told me how she watched them, as she slowly stroked my shaft, which felt harder and bigger than it ever had, while she never took her eyes off of my erection.
"That was the only one that I've ever seen, until now," she said softly, as she continued to stroke me.
Being my first time with a girl, it didn't take long until I felt myself start to shake.
"Ohh yeah!" I moaned loudly as I felt what seemed to be a gallon of sperm explode out of my spasming shaft.
I heard Kathy exclaim, "Ohh!" as I came. Looking down as my body came back to Earth, I saw that she had pointed my cock at her chest as I exploded, and she was looking at all of my cum, dripping from her tits.
One glob was hanging from her perky nipple, which to my amazement was long and stiff, and pointy upwards, and I watched as she wiped it off with her finger and brought it to her mouth.
"Mmm, tasty," she said as she licked her finger clean. "Now I see why Barb wanted Jimmy to finish in her mouth!"
After Kathy cleaned herself off, we sat and cuddled in her basement until her parents came home. I tried to get her to let my repay the favor, but she said that she was afraid, and that I would just have to settle for what she did.
We never had a chance to repeat that night, and Kathy moved away a couple of months later. I always remembered that night, though, and wondered what would have happened if she hadn't moved away.
As I looked at her sitting next to me in the bar, I knew that she was thinking about the same thing, and she smiled at me and blushed lightly.
We spent the next couple of hours catching up on each other's lives. She told me that after college, she had taken a job on the West Coast and gotten married to her college sweetheart.
She had just finalized her divorce, and wanted to bring her two girls back home. She was even looking at houses in the neighborhood. I told her about my divorce and my kids, and we continued to drink, talk, and catch up.
Soon, though, it was closing time, and I walked Kathy to her car. I could tell that she was wobbly on her feet, and I didn't want her to drive like that, so I told her that I would drive her home.
"You don't have to do that," she tried to argue. "I can take a cab."
"No, I don't HAVE to do that," I told her, "I WANT to do that. Why waste money on a taxi?"
"Ok," she finally relented, "but I'm staying at a hotel, downtown."
"Really? You're staying downtown?" I asked.
"Yeah," she responded. "My company agreed to transfer me back here, and they are putting me up for the weekend, so I can look for a place."
"Wow!" I said. "Not a problem," and started walking her to my truck.
As we got to my truck, I opened the passenger door for Kathy to let her in, and we locked eyes. I wanted to lean in and kiss her, but I wasn't sure how she felt, so I let the moment pass.
Driving downtown, we talked a bit about when we were kids, and finally, she brought up the time that we spent dating.
Turning to face me, she asked, "Do you ever think about that New Year's Eve, in my basement?"
Smiling, I told her, "Yeah, I do."
"Do you ever wonder what would have happened if we hadn't moved away?" she asked.
Looking at her while I waited for a red light, I told her, "Actually, I don't have to wonder too much. I think that if you had stayed there much longer, we would have been each other's first."
"Really?"she responded.
"Yeah, I do," I told her. "What I do wonder, though, is why nothing ever happened in the time we had left, if I can be totally honest."
Kathy hesitated, and then said, "Truthfully, I wanted more to happen that night, but I was scared. After that, I just never had the guts, or the chance to get you completely alone. I was too scared to do anything with my parents home, and with the move coming up, they were always home."
"I understand," I told her.
She slid closer to me, and placed her hand on my leg, just above my knee, and we drove in silence.
When we got to the hotel, Kathy looked at me and said, "Will you escort me to my room?"
Smiling, I told her that I would be happy to, and gave the keys to the valet, as Kathy told him her room number.
As the elevator doors closed, Kathy looked at me and reached out. As I stepped in to her, she pulled me in tight and kissed me. Wrapping her arms around me, she held me tight and kissed me with a passion that both surprised and enticed me.
All too soon, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened. As we walked down the hall, she hooked her arm in mine and we walked leaning against each other.
When we approached her room, Kathy reached into her purse and handed me her key card, allowing me to open the door.
Being a gentleman, I opened the door and waved her in. She giggled and walked in, wiggling her hips as she passed me.
I walked in behind her and locked the door. She turned to face me and pushed me up against the wall.
As she pressed her body against mine, Kathy kissed me. It started as a soft, tentative kiss, but soon turned very hot and passionate.
