I've never been one to sleep around or have a one-night stand, but I gave into my primal urges last night with a girl that I've wanted to fuck for years.
There I was last night on the train platform, heading home for the day after a long eight hours at the office. The sun was setting and I was texting my now ex-girlfriend Kate. We had just broken up a few days ago and the emotions were still raw.
It was so bitterly cold outside I could hardly keep my hands out of my pockets, so I texted Kate to go fuck herself so my fingers wouldn't get frostbite. I didn't feel like dealing with her nagging anymore.
I must have been standing close to the edge of the platform because as I tucked my phone away this girl tried to walk past me but lost her balance and nearly fell onto the train tracks.
She let out a scream but luckily I grabbed a hold of her leg before she fell onto the tracks and I pulled her up to safety. We made eye contact as she stood up and tried to regain her composure and I did a double-take as I realized who it was.
It was Samantha Perez, a girl I used to know in high school. She was the hottest girl I had ever seen and was the leader of the 'popular' girls group at the time.
She went through boyfriends like water, a tell-tale sign that she was a troublemaker, yet she was irresistible.
She was Puerto Rican but had very fair skin with rosy cheeks and noticeably long eyelashes which cloaked her gorgeous brown eyes. Her long, wavy hair was jet black and done up in a pony tail.
She was wearing a puffy winter coat but I remember how big her tits were from staring at them many a time during class. She also had an incredible ass, it was perfectly round and tight.
"Samantha!" I exclaimed as I grabbed her by the shoulders, "I can't believe it's you! You haven't aged a bit since high school, can you believe it's been eight years?"
"Yeah I can Ken," Samantha replied tersely in that thick Latin accent of hers, "and you could say you're sorry for nearly knocking me onto the tracks first."
"Oops, sorry," I said, taking the high road considering I saved her from actually falling onto the tracks, "I just got excited when I saw your face. I really miss our old school. Those were good times, weren't they?"
"I guess," Samantha replied.
"So what are you up to these days?" I asked.
"I'm a cashier at Target," Samantha said. "You?"
"I'm the CEO of a small investment company. I was just profiled in the New York Times as the biggest up-and-coming name in the NYSE," I replied.
Samantha didn't bat an eyelash at my impressive résumé. "Interesting" was all she said.
"So, are you married yet?" I asked.
"No, what are you implying Ken?" Samantha responded.
"Nothing," I said, "I just thought a pretty girl like you would have gotten married and possibly started a family, that's all."
"Well, you're wrong," Samantha said sternly, "I don't need a man in my life bossing me around."
Her accent got thicker as she began to get noticeably annoyed.
"Well don't feel so bad," I said, "I haven't settled down either. I've only had one girlfriend in the last few years and we just broke up the other day. It only lasted about a month."
This seemed to genuinely surprise Samantha. "Really?" she said, "but you're so successful!"
"Well women aren't just going to show up out of the blue, a guy has to put himself out there. Guys have to be the one to force the issue, and I'm too busy to be going out on date after date," I said.
"I know what you mean," Samantha said.
"Hey," she continued, "I haven't eaten yet, would you like to get dinner together?"
"Sure, why not?" I said.
"Let's go get pizza, there's a great pizzeria around the corner from my house," said Samantha.
'I guess she finally let her guard down,' I thought to myself.
The train finally arrived and me and Samantha stepped aboard. We continued to chat about high school and how much people have changed since then and whatnot.
The pizzeria, and by coincidence Samantha's apartment, was about a mile out of my way.
We sat in the empty parlor and I watched as Samantha took off her jacket to reveal a maroon sweater which covered up her incredible breasts. She was still stacked.
Dinner was largely uneventful; the pizza was nothing to write home about but it seemed to make Samantha happy as she managed to smile throughout most of the meal, a demonstrable change from when we first bumped into each other.
I cleaned up our table as Samantha went to throw away the garbage. I watched intently as she strutted toward the trash can, her ass swaying up and down.
Then Samantha came back to the table and said, "Would you like to stop by my place for a little while?"
It still wasn't that late in the evening, so I accepted her invitation and we walked around the corner to her apartment building. The outside of the building wasn't too shabby but the inside of it was cringe-worthy.
The vestibule and hallway were painted a hideous shade of green. There were holes in the wall. It didn't take me long to figure out that Samantha wasn't as successful as I was at this point in her life.
We climbed up to the third floor where her apartment was and she let me inside. It was a small three-roomer with a decent-sized kitchen and living area combo. It definitely felt lived-in as the dirty walls had cracks in them and the dingy kitchen window had a tattered blind with no curtains.
"Sit down," Samantha said as she shut the door behind her, "I'm going to give you what you want."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Don't play dumb," Samantha said, "I see how you've been looking at me. I saw how you used to look at me in high school eight years ago. You want to fuck me hard, don't you Ken?"
I didn't know what to say, my mouth ran dry. I tried to deny it but before I could get a word out Samantha leaned in toward me until she was inches away from my face.
"I'm all yours," Samantha whispered, "take me."
