There was no way this was happening. I had my hopes and dreams it would happen, but I never gotten this lucky and had something like this actually happen.
Britney, the girl I had crush on back in high-school, was on her knees, blowing me, twenty years after we graduated.
So, how did we get here?
I first met Britney in the sixth grade. She was friends with three other girls, we all had band together, and, over the next few years of middle school, I had crushes on all three of them.
Going into high school, Britney and one other girl from their little group went the dance route, becoming cheerleaders and popular girls in the school. The other two, went more of the nerd route, but they all remained friends.
Me, in high-school, I wasn't really a part of any one "group." I was friendly with everybody and hung out with whoever. But, I was pretty shy around girls and didn't go on any dates. After high school, I matured a lot, changed my hair, grew a beard, got a job, and eventually got married at the age of twenty-six.
Britney, well, she married almost immediately and had her first child at the age of nineteen. Three divorces later, adding two more kids, she was one of the few from our class that maintained a presence on social media.
We ran into each other a few times over the years, even trading phone numbers and texting for a month or so. And, we also stayed in touch a little on Facebook. You know, the usual birthday messages or commented on a random post once or twice a year.
One such post is what led us to today. She made a post asking for help with her sons Nintendo Switch and described the problem they were having. I had had the same problems with my Switch and commented with my solution to it. She commented back to say thanks and how helpful it was, and I figured that was that.
But, a week later, she sent me a private message, asking for more help. She said that she had taken the Switch to a repair shop but they wanted way too much money to repair it and asked if I would help. I asked a few more questions about it, she sent me some pictures, and I confirmed that it was the same problem I had had. I sent her a link to the part needed and told her to come over when the part arrived.
I happened to be off from my job the day the part arrived and Britney brought it and the Switch over to my house. After a quick hug when she came in, we sat down at my kitchen table. We talked about our families and our lives as I worked on the Switch, catching up with each other.
It only took about ten minutes before I had the Switch all put back together and I showed her that it was working properly now.
"Oh, thank God. My son was ready to lose his mind. He will be so happy when he gets home today," she said.
"I get it. I was too," I told her.
"How much do I owe you?" She asked.
I laughed and said, "Nothing at all. I'm just glad to help and not have you spend a ton of your money."
"Oh, come on, Mike, let me pay you back some how. You just took time out of your day to help a kid you've never met," she said.
I shook my head and said, "But, I've known that kids mom for years, and she needed some help."
We were standing in my living room at this point and Britney looked around the room before saying, "You know, I had a big crush on you in high school."
"Really?" I said.
"Yes. Even though I was dating someone at the time, part of me always wished that you would ask me out," she said.
"Oh. I guess I should have," I replied back.
"Even after we graduated, watching you in MySpace and Facebook, I kept those same feelings. There was a few times that I even almost messaged you when I was single. But, you weren't and I didn't want to mess anything up," she said.
"Yeah, we wouldn't want that," I told her.
"Yeah. I got cheated on a few times. It wasn't fun. I'm guessing you've never been cheated on? Or did any cheating?" She said.
I laughed, thinking about my past history. I wasn't proud of it, and nobody but the women I was with knew, but I cheated. "Let's just say that there was a time that I'll never share with my wife," I told her.
"It's kind of fun, isn't it? After I was cheated on the second time, I wanted revenge. So, I cheated back. It was such a rush," she said and I agreed with her.
"So, I ask again, Mike, is there anyway I can pay you back?" She asked as she sat the Switch down on a table and took a step towards me.
I gulped down, looking down at her body. She was my height, five feet, nine inches tall. In high school, she had long, brown hair, but she now had it chopped, just above her shoulders, and had blonde highlights in it. She had a dancers body in high school, but had gained weight since then. She still looked good, curvy in all the right places. She had slimmed down in the last few years and you could tell that the weight stayed in all of the right places.
She was wearing a gray tank top, layered with a blue tanktop under it. Her breasts, small in high school, had to be at least a D cup. Small jean shorts were around her waist. She had bright, blue eyes, a nose ring in her nostril, and a couple of tattoos on her body.
I took a step back from her and said, "Britney, I really shouldn't. You shouldn't. You're finally in a relationship where you say the guy is treating you good. Why throw that away?"
"Because, I've always wanted you. Because I'm horny. Because, like I said, I get a rush from cheating. It's not like we're going to be in an extended affair. I just want you one time. And it's a nice way to thank you," she said.
I stood there, staring at her, knowing I should send her away. Block her for good, never interact with her again. Then, I started to think of all the times I lusted after her in high school. Or jacked off to her pictures on Facebook since we graduated.
But, no, that's wasn't me anymore.
She looked down at my groin, seeing a faint outline of my cock, and said, "How about now?" I watched as she pulled up her tanktops and bra, flashing me her D-cup sized breasts. She shook them back and forth as I stared at them.
When I didn't say anything, Britney took a step towards me and said, "Go ahead, touch them. Then kiss my tits. Suck on them. Hell, I'll even let you fuck them."
I bit my bottom lip and looked away. God, they looked nice.
"Is there anything your wife won't do with you? Does she blow you? I will. I'll swallow too, if you want. I'll even do anal. Or let you cum on my face. I'll ride you," she said, as she slowly pulled her tanktops and bra off, throwing them behind her. She grabbed my hand, bringing it up to her breast, placing my palm on her nipple, and pressing my hand into her flesh.
I took another step back, pulling my hand away from her breast and her hand.
"Really? You're going to still resist? I can see your dick through your shorts and I can tell that it's hard," she said, folding her arms across her chest.
I looked down at my shorts, my hard cock pretty obvious through it.
"If I leave here, what are you going to do about that? Just wait for it to die down?" She teased me.
She took another step towards me, this time playing her hand right on my groin. She rubbed her hand up and down my shaft and said, "Fuck, Mike, were you hiding this back in high school? Jesus, you would have been way more popular."
When she finished, I leaned forward until my lips met hers and we started to kiss. I started to walk backwards until my legs hit the couch near by and I sat down on it. I watched as Britney kneeled down in front of me and pulled down the shorts I was wearing, along with my boxers. "Fuck," she muttered again, wrapping her hand around my cock. "Just how big are you?"
"Last time I measured, right around seven inches," I told her, as she used her tongue to lick from the bottom of my cock to the tip. She wrapped her lips around it and started to move her mouth down my shaft, but was barely able to get half of me inside her. As she held herself in place, I saw her cheeks bulging out, and spit falling out the sides of her mouth.
She started to bob her head up and down what she could get in her mouth, using one of her hands on the bottom portion of my shaft, while her other hand cupped my balls, lightly squeezing them.
And that's how I found myself getting a blowjob from the girl I had on a crush on in high school.
I looked down, Britney's black air flowing around her face as she bobbed her head up and down. Feeling her hands on my balls and my shaft, I leaned back on the couch and said, "Fuck."
Britney pulled me out of her mouth and said, "Seriously, if I knew this is what you were packing in high school, I wouldn't have been the only girl after you."
"Didn't you say something a few minutes ago about fucking your tits?" I asked her as I sat up a little on the couch.
"That's better," she said, sitting up a little and moving forward until her breasts were level with my cock. She rubbed my tip around her breasts and nipples, then put my shaft in between her breasts, used her hands to enclose it by pressing her breasts together, and started to move them up and down. I watched as my tip would poke through the top of her breasts and she would give it a little lick before sliding it back down.
After a few minutes of that, she released my cock from her breasts, and sat back on her heels, keeping her hand on my shaft. "Do you still want me to leave?" She asked.
"The only place I want you to go is my bedroom," I said. Me and her both stood up and I led her down to my bedroom. Once there, I pulled my shirt off before wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me, and we kissed again. We fell onto my bed, making out like wild teenagers, as my hands went back to her breasts. I squeezed them tight, felt her nipples harden, then pinched and rubbed her nipples with my fingers.
