Edited by Mistress4one
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Not long after starting high school, Ellen and I started dating. Things were going well, even though we did have to sneak around a little as her dad was a teacher at the school. After a while, he got a promotion in another school and they both had to leave. Not long after that I started dating Ellen's best friend, Rachel. We had become good friends when I was dating Ellen and it was eventually for this reason that we split up. We didn't want to risk the friendship we had and thought it would be best if we went back to being friends. We were still very close, but there was always the possibility that we would get back together again.
This was a big reason that things never happened between me and Nicola. She and Rachel became best friends after Ellen left and we were all in the same group of friends.
Over time, Nicola and I became closer. We flirted openly and there was always this tension between us and the feeling that things might cross the line into being more than friends at any time. However, things never did. We were both always seeing someone else and neither of us knew how Rachel would react. Eventually, I was single and it felt like the right time to ask Nicola out. However, just at that time, she started seeing a rich guy 12 years older than her who was married. It got very serious, very quickly. Before long, Nicola was pregnant. She left high school before the end of the year, moving with him to Oxford and we lost touch soon after.
Ten years later, talk started on Facebook about a high school reunion. Quickly, a group was created and people started adding as many of our classmates as they could remember. Nicola hadn't really kept in contact with anyone, but people remembered her and she was soon in the group too. She quickly sent me a friend request and I accepted before checking out her profile. The decade had been busy for her as she now had four children and what seemed like a pretty intensive social life too. The years had been kind to her though and she was still as pretty as ever and had maintained her great figure.
She sent me a message, and before long we had each other's phone numbers and were messaging intensively. We filled each other in on our lives since school. As we exchanged messages, it seemed like no time had passed at all; such was our chemistry again. It also didn't take us long at all to get past the pleasantries and into some flirting, either. As we became closer over the next few weeks, Nicola opened up more about her life as it was then.
She was still married, but from her point of view "in name" only. Her husband was not easy to live with, had had numerous affairs, and was obsessed with money. His answer to any problem was to try and buy it or at least throw money towards it. The irony was that most of his money came not from his own motorbike racing career but from his dad's string of car dealerships. He was also not able to satisfy Nicola in bed anymore; lacking in both stamina and imagination. She really wanted to leave him and start again, but for all his faults he was a doting father and she couldn't deprive her children of that.
By this time, we were speaking nearly all day, every day, and it didn't take long for the flirting to lead into evenings filled with dirty chat. This became more and more intense and erotic. The talk turned to meeting up pretty quickly. We both knew what this would lead to, but neither of us wanted to stop it. It was a logistical nightmare with her family and my work commitments. At times, it didn't seem like it would be possible at all, but neither of us lost our enthusiasm to make it happen.
Finally, we found a window of opportunity and seized it. Her kids were staying with her mum and dad and her husband was away racing on the Isle of Man. I travelled on the train to Oxford where she met me at the station. We walked closely side by side down Botley Road, chatting intently. We walked round the park off Oatlands Road chatting, laughing and flirting like we were still in high school. We paused at the river, standing together. The air was thick with sexual tension. As we both turned to leave, we bumped into each other. It was too much. As our hearts pounded out of our chests, we kissed for the first time. Our tongues explored each other's mouths deeply as we held each other close. I could already feel myself getting so turned on. As our mouths separated, our hands were holding each other's and we walked this way quickly back to her house.
She didn't stop to show me round downstairs, as she led me up the curved stairway to the master bedroom. She hurriedly started getting undressed and I followed her lead. Quickly, she was down to her underwear; I had to stop to take in the view. Her body was perfectly toned. She wore tiny black and white lacy underwear that showed it off. She saw me staring and casually reached round with one hand to unclip her bra. She pulled it away without hesitation revealing her firm, round C-cup boobs; her nipples already erect. She giggled, sliding into the king sized bed wearing just the tiny thong. I quickly pulled off my jeans and moved to the other side of the bed to join her.
'You won't be needing them.' She said, motioning towards my boxers.
'I might get cold, though.' I replied, smiling back at her.
'Don't worry, I'll warm you up.' She said, staring at the bulge in my jeans.
 
                             
                         
                         
                         
                         
                         
                                 
                                 
                                 
                                