One More Time... Again

I stepped off the train and spotted him standing on the other side of the tracks, waiting for me. As I walked up the stairs to the overpass I thought about how long it had been since we had seen each other. It had been over a year already. He'd been in steady relationships ever since, while I had dated a few random people here and there, but nothing really serious. Now we were both single and had started talking again on the phone every once in awhile. We were about to hang out for the first time since that last awful fight that had separated us, seemingly forever.

As I caught up to Bobby, we didn't really say much, just a muted hi and then we walked to the car. We had a few mundane errands to run before driving the hour back to hang at my place for the afternoon, since I also had to baby-sit for my little sister at the same time. So we stopped to get something for lunch and then headed to the bank to take care of business, and headed back to the city. During the drive, we loosened up with each other again, talking about everything under the sun and renewing the friendship that we had always had, even before we had more than that. I noticed that he had matured a lot in the past year, but we still got along as great as ever, and I couldn't help but feel the familiar pull of attraction I had always had for him. I wondered if he felt it too.

Back at my house, Bobby instantly sprawled out on my bed and started poking around on my computer, looking for the original copies of some dirty pictures of myself he had seen. I wasn't sure where to go with that, since I already wanted him, but had been determined not to start anything he'd feel guilty about afterward. I was going to be an angel and not do anything to fuel the latent fire. Really.

But when he did a search and started to find the pictures anyway without my help, what was I supposed to do? So he took a good look at all the pictures and then asked me if I still had some lingerie that he loved in the photo. He said I didn't have to put it on, but he wanted to see if it felt the way he imagined it did. So I took it out and let him see it, and at his look of bliss at the softness of it, I decided to change and let him see it on me – but not yet.

It had been Bobby's birthday a few days before, and I had gotten him a beautiful ornate dagger as a gift. I could tell he was delighted with it, and I gave him a kiss on the cheek, saying happy birthday. He turned and gave me a big hug in thanks, then pulled away, looked at the dagger again, and gave me another big hug. (He really liked it.) That's when I decided to go put on the lingerie.

It was a wine colored velvet bustier with black beading along the top. It fit me to a tee, leaving my 38DD breasts nearly spilling out into Bobby's face as I stepped up to where he sat on my bed to allow him to feel it while it was on me. He groaned as he ran his hands over me, telling me how he had jerked off to the pictures of me wearing this so many times and he didn't think he ever would have seen it in person. He stood up so he could reach better to caress me through the material, and leaned down to softly kiss me, leaving me plenty of opportunity to stop all of this if I wanted to. My only response was to kiss him back harder. It had been so long since anyone had kissed me the way he always had – commanding, but with a tender passion that always held me spellbound.

Bobby knew that this bustier had a matching g-string, but I hadn't put that on, so I took it out and showed it to him also. He said how he would love fuzzy panties like that, and I coyly mentioned that the ones I had on were partly fuzzy too, prompting him to immediately open the button to my pants to see for himself. This started off a ferocious mutual rubbing session which unfortunately couldn't last too long, as we had only five minutes before we had to go and pick up my sister from school.

I didn't even have time to change back, so I just threw a zippered top over the velvet and we headed out the door. The next few hours, short of the occasional quick hug or kiss, were pretty calm and uneventful since we had a seven year old as chaperone. In fact, we played Uno and watched some TV until my Mom came home to take over so we could go to the mall and get some dinner.

After, we were sitting in the car and we both knew that we wanted to fuck each other at this point, but it was also getting late and Bobby had to get home to do some homework for the next day. Being the imp that I am, I suggested that he stay for just a little while and we go park in a dark place I knew so I could give him another present and show off some new skills I had learned. Of course he knew I meant a blow job and that has always been a weak spot for him, so he was sorely tempted. When we got there, we saw that there were other cars there already and he didn't want to do anything where people could watch, but I had been rubbing his cock the whole time we were driving, and he didn't really want to just go home anymore either. We opted to head back to my house and "watch a movie."

We got back, picked out a movie, and settled down under a blanket in the semi-darkness, kissing and rubbing and fondling. Now, one thing about my house needs explanation. I don't have an actual bedroom, just a section of the living room that is blocked off. So I don't have a door, just a thin curtain separating it from the rest of the house. So, about 10 feet from my family on the other side of the curtain, I pulled out his cock and quickly began to kiss and lick the head.

Bobby's cock is perfect. It's not too big or too small, too thick or too thin. It's always rock hard when he's excited, yet the head is like velvet, and his cum is the sweetest I've ever tasted. That being said, it's no wonder I paid little attention to being caught and instead got caught up in my sucking. Now, when we were together, I wasn't very good at oral sex, but I had learned a few things in the past year, and I could now take almost all of him with every stroke, his head pushing up against the back of my throat and using those muscles and my tongue to massage him all over. Bobby reached over to finger me from behind, and we got into a good rhythm – his finger pushing me forward onto his cock and then pulling back. Within just a few minutes, he was filling my mouth with hot cum.

Satisfied for the moment, we settled back in the same comfortable position we always used to fall into and watched some of the movie. After a bit, I said something about how I should change back into a regular shirt before anyone saw I was wearing just lingerie, and Bobby begged to just be able to see it uncovered one more time before I put it away. I did even better – I went into the bathroom and changed into the g-string also. Back in my room, I let him see the whole thing together, and he was once again overcome.

With him standing in front of me, I sat on the bed and leaned forward to suck on his cock again. After a minute, though, he pulled me up and pushed me so I was leaning over the bed, my mostly bare ass sticking up in his face. One push and he was fully inside of me. It was sweet torture for both of us to limit our movements to silence for a few minutes, when we stopped so we wouldn't get too caught up and get caught.

Not long after, Bobby headed home, but we agreed to hang out again the next week, but where we'd be fully alone this time, at least for awhile. I spent the whole week thinking about it, in a state of almost perpetual horniness. I knew he was going to have a lot to make up for when I saw him again.