I smiled to myself, doing my best to savor the moment while it lasted. I was kneeling on Katie's bed, holding her hips, gazing down at her gorgeous, round bubble butt as it bounced and jiggled, her back arched as she presented that booty to me on all fours. My cock was dripping wet and shiny, glistening with her juices as I drove it repeatedly into her perfect, smoothly shaved pink pussy in long, deep, consistent strokes, sliding back far enough to reveal a flash of my swollen, purple tip with each thrust before I slid back in, causing her juicy asscheeks to bounce delightfully. Her pussy was red-hot; as soft as velvet and soaking wet; slippery but still gripping me tight, squeezing my cock and smearing her thick white cum over my shaft with every firm thrust.
We fucked in silence, the room filled only with the sounds of our sex - the gentle knock of the headboard against the wall; the quiet creak of bedsprings; the slippery wet slap of my long, thick cock sliding repeatedly into her tight little pussy; my measured, heavy breaths and, most prominent, her urgent panting, punctuated by a series of excited squeals and moans, steadily increasing in volume and pitch as time went on. Her sweet moans and murmured expletives were driving me crazy - my rock-hard dick throbbed and my balls clenched each time she gasped with pleasure, and I pumped my cock into her with renewed intensity every time I saw her hands grip the bedsheets as she whined in uncontrollable bliss.
She let out an especially loud squeal and giggled playfully as I gave her luscious ass a firm, playful slap before returning my hand to her hip, making sure to hook my thumb back under the black lace of her skimpy little thong, keeping it firmly to the side as I maintained the steady rhythm. The fabric of her little red dress stopped just above the waistband of the thong - bunched up around her hips, frantically slid up out of the way in our haste to relieve the tension that had been building between us all night. We had crossed her messy, half-lit room from doorway to bed at high speed, collapsing onto the mattress and wasting little time in giving in to our mutual craving for deep, hard and animalistic fucking. As my eyes were drawn to the bright red of her dress, I couldn't help but reminisce about the events of the evening...
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I'd stepped out of the bar to smoke, already considering heading back to my parents' place and putting an end to the painfully slow evening I was enduring. It had been a couple of years since my last visit to my hometown and I guess I forgot just how mundane it was. Almost nothing had changed since high school. I'd moved away to the city and got on with my life, but coming home was like going back in time. I'd come out to drink with a few old school friends, but we had very little in common now and it was getting difficult to keep up the conversation. We weren't nerds in school, but we were definitely quiet kids - we all focused on school work and didn't do a lot of partying, and it would seem that these guys had stuck with that mentality, whereas I'd come out of my shell a little in the time I'd been away.
I was just finishing my cigarette, resigned to an early night, when I saw Katie arriving with a few of her friends. All the same girls from school, I might add. I couldn't help but grin when I saw her. Katie had always been the hottest girl in school as far as I was concerned. She was gorgeous; a sweet, innocent face, deep brown eyes and big juicy lips, long, straight brunette hair, a tight 5'4 frame and curves to die for. The babe of my teenage fantasies - the last few years of high school I must have jerked off over her a hundred times. We moved in very different circles and I don't think she was ever especially aware of me - it's not that she was in any way mean, I just kept myself to myself and saw girls like her as being miles above me.
Well, I had changed a lot since then. At 24, I'd graduated and become successful, gotten in great shape, learned how to dress well and, most importantly, gained the confidence I lacked as a teenager. I now understood that I was entirely capable of attracting and satisfying beautiful women, and I did so regularly. From a physical point of view, Katie didn't seem to have changed nearly as much; her 24 looked a lot like her 18. The most noticeable changes were in her figure: she, like me, had clearly discovered the gym. Her midriff and thighs were even tighter, but her ass was bigger and rounder, and it looked like she might have gone up a cup size (maybe a C, at a guess). Her skin-tight, dangerously short red dress clung to her curves, the juicy, round swell of each asscheek clearly discernible through the thin fabric.
I was impressed, and apparently so was she. Her bright smile when I introduced myself was a million miles from how she would have talked to me when we were at school, and her enthusiastic nod and excited giggle when I offered to buy her a drink would have had me struggling not to cum six years prior. Her friends left us together with knowing smirks, and from there on things progressed quickly. By the end of our first drink, my hand was on the small of her back. After two, she was finding any excuse to brush her hand over my chest and I was confident enough to slide my hand down and give the perfect ass I'd fantasized over for years a firm squeeze, eliciting an almost pornographic gasp from her in response. Three drinks in and both hands were shamelessly groping a cheek each as we made out in our quiet corner of the crowded room.
