It had been nearly six years since I had seen Courtney Constantine. For a long while I had thought about her all the time, but in the years which had passed I had relegated her to a memory as I moved on to other relationships.
Courtney (CC for short) and I had been in a hot and heavy relationship in our senior year of college. It was one of those whirlwind relationships where we were inseparable, taking the same classes, having the same friends, cheering at each other's sports events. We were not virgins when we met, as CC lost her virginity to a high school boyfriend and me in my first year in college. But we were joined at the hip in public that year, as well as other places while in private.
She had been with four other guys and me three women before we fell to each other's arms. It was quite crazy how we met that October, having been set up as a blind date for Halloween in that junior year by Courtney's her roommate Jennifer. We met for the first time at the party, and I have to tell you it was quite different having a first date you couldn't actually "see" and wondered all night what she looked like.
Courtney attended the party as a sultry vixin, with a flimsy black outfit that included a short see through skirt, stockings, skintight top and mask. I went dressed in a tuxedo and Hugh Hefner face.
We were officially introduced at the party by Jen, and spent the better part of the next two hours laughing, joking and getting to know each other. After the party I drove Courtney home and received a very nice good night kiss and hug. She turned to head into the dorm then stopped, turned, lifted her mask and said good night again before slipping inside.
She was beautiful.
That night I fantasized about the girl and made a mess in my bed. The next morning I called her, asked her out again, and she accepted. That was the beginning of a relationship that lasted nearly a year.
On the night of our third date, we intensely made out and were both turned on to no end. Courtney was stroking my cock through my pants and I was doing the same to her. When I asked her to take out my dick, she firmly said "no! I don't do that on a fourth date with any boy."
I pressed her for when I might get a little more, and she said, "Play your cards right and next time, who knows? You seem like a nice enough guy."
We kissed for a little more, and then I thanked her for a great night.
"Huh?" said the girl.
"I was wondering if we could go out tomorrow morning?" I responded with a hint of surprise.
Courtney looked at me strangely, but said sure.
I looked at my watch, which was passing midnight, then convinced her it was a new day and a new date.
That new date was incredible. We were still at the local necking spot, and the hourly visit by the local keystone cops had occurred. For the next half hour we made out before she unzipped my pants, pulling out a rock hard dick that wanted action.
Courtney stroked my cock for a few minutes, slowly at first then quickening her pace as she became acquainted with by manhood. I responded by snaking my hand up her thigh and under her skirt, eventually fondling her warm moist panties. She wouldn't let me take off those flimsy black panties but it didn't matter...I was feeling the moist hot pussy separated only by a little bit of cotton and I was in horny heaven.
I fingered her through her panties while she slowly stroked my aching cock. I'd like to say I held off, but quite frankly it didn't take much for me to blast off. The toe-curling orgasm was fantastic and soon afterward Tiffany shuddered in an orgasm of her own.
It was a great fourth date, and for the next six months we were inseparable. The sex was incredible, as Courtney was an adventurous lady. Because we both lived in dorm rooms, our rendezvous were often in unusual places. Oh, we did it in the car, and weather permitting at a local park, but we also found the janitor's closet, a "quiet" room at the library and a friend's attic to grab a quickie.
Toward the end of the school year, though, we both realized it wasn't meant to be. We'd have little spats over dumb things, spats which turned into arguments and soon we were at wits end. The sex was great, but was happening less and less as we bickered over a wide assortment of things.
Right before the end of the school year Courtney broke up with me, vowing never to get back together again.
Flash forward five years. That's when I stumbled across Courtney shopping at the local mall. I saw her looking at men's shirts, did a double take, then realized it was really her.
After the initial surprise, we laughed and joked about the old days before she startled me with the information that she would be getting married in two weeks. She had met a guy at work and they'd been expanding that relationship for several years.
It's funny, prior to that day I hadn't thought of Courtney for years. Still, in talking to her that day I had a flashback to our relationship and, like a true guy, the sex.
I congratulated her of her pending marriage, we stopped for coffee, traded e-mail addys and cell phone numbers then went our separate ways. That night I pulled off to her, remembering those great make-out sessions, then fell off to a fitful sleep.
Work that week was a bear, and I didn't have a chance to think of much more than reports, spreadsheets and presentations. That Friday night I crashed early, watching television while eating take-out. Before heading to bed I decided to check my e-mails then my cell, which is when I first I noticed a text from Courtney.
"I'm at my bachelorette party and want to talk to you! Drop me a note when you get this."
I wasn't sure when she sent it, but I did return the text, and minutes later I received a note asking me to call her cell phone number. I called, and Courtney slurred a hello. She had just gotten back to her apartment and appeared totally sauced. Her girlfriends had got her ready for bed and left, but apparently she was lonely and wanted to talk.
Why she called me, and not her fiancée, who knows, but whatever it was it was. She asked if I wanted to stop over to her apartment, and minutes later after a quick shower I was cruising over to my former girlfriend's place.
I wasn't sure what I expected when I got there, but I have to say I was totally surprised. She opened the door and greeted me wearing a slinky black teddy. She handed me a beer, grabbed one for herself, then sat across from me. That gave me an outstanding view of her stocking clad legs, and, up her teddy, garters and flimsy blue panties.
Shocked, I asked her what was going on?
The girl looked at me, smiled, and then startled me. "I'm getting married in a week, and I have to tell you all the toys and lingerie and sexy games tonight at the party got me going...and somehow I thought of you. I was remembering those days in college, and thought, why not have one last fling."
With that Courtney rose, walked toward me, and then fell to her knees. It wasn't long before she was sucking on my cock. I didn't know what to do, I mean, I knew what to do, but it was like a dream. She was a girl I hadn't dated in ages sucking on my cock like a hooker working for a tip.
The woman carefully licked the dick all over and then began an intense head session, bobbing her head like one of those little bobble-head dolls. I could not believe my luck, getting sucked off by a pretty woman who was spoken for. At some point I stopped thinking about the whys of it and just luxuriated to her sweet wet mouth.
It all came back to be after a while, how she loved licking balls and that little place between the base of the balls and the asshole. I nearly shot off but somehow held off, pulling her to her feet and kissing her pretty mouth.
We made out on the couch for several minutes and our hands were all over our bodies. Breasts were licked, asses were squeezed and it wasn't long before Courtney spoke. "Fuck me," she begged, falling back onto the pillows and invitingly spreading her legs.
