Reunion with an Old Friend

My grammar school days were that of almost every child, a boyfriend in school that wasn't really a boyfriend. You know, we both liked each other, but would never openly admit it to each other. We were young. My mom had a friend who lived down the road from Mike's house, so when she would visit with them, Mike and I would hang out together. Anyway, we both definitely had "something" for each other, and a very serious "something" at that! My world came to an end one day when my mom announced the fact that we were moving out of state. I just couldn't imagine how I could live 1,500 miles away from him. But life went on, needless to say.

About ten or twelve years later we met at a party. Yeah, we ended up moving back north to New Jersey. I spotted him and thought to myself, that is one hell of a good-looking guy. I hadn't recognized him. How embarrassing! He approached me and said hello. I replied,

"Hi, how ya doing?" All the while, I was giving him the once-over, from head to toe, and practically creaming in my jeans. "You don't remember me, do you?" he asked. I thought to myself, "Should l?"

"I'm Mike, remember we went to school together," he said.

Then it dawned on me. Mike, that funny-looking kid I was madly in love with in sixth grade. I apologized for not recognizing him, but boy, had he changed. Becoming a gorgeous hunk of man. We each went to grab a beer and sat down and started talking. I came with one of my friends at this party but she was desperately wanting to go home. Home for her was the Bronx, in New York. There was no way I was going to leave then.

I was much more interested in talking over old times with Mike. We had a lot of lost time to make up for. I was generally interested in what was going on with his life, what he did for a living, if he was married, etc... And he seemed interested in what was going on with me. Yes he was married with children but it didn't ring a bell for me. I was mesmerised by his presence. We talked for what seemed like a few hours. All the while my mind kept thinking about those flirting looks we used to give each other during English class, and the notes we used to pass between the rows of desks to each other. After we'd had a few beers and were pretty much talked out, Mike suggested we go for a ride. I asked where we were going and he said,

"You'll see when we get there."

Well, we went for a ride, and it turned out to be the ride of my life! We drove around for about fifteen minutes, and then Mike pulled into one of the hot spots or should I call it a lovers lane?

"Mike, what the hell are we doing here?" I asked.

"This is long overdue." he replied, as he turned the car off and leaned over to me, kissing me passionately.

"But you're married!" I interrupted.

"So what! This is something I've wanted to do to you for as long as I can remember," he said, as he put his lips over mine and kissed me like I'd never been kissed before.

My mind started thinking about all the times I had wondered what would have ever become of us if I hadn't moved. I couldn't resist any longer; he had me, and he had me right where he wanted me. And to tell the truth, at that moment I wanted it too. After all, I wasn't married, so I didn't feel as though I was doing anything wrong. Although he was married, he had to live with it, not me. His lips engulfed mine and our tongues entwined like two birds in flight, and at that point it seemed as though our minds and bodies became one. Mike gently unbuttoned my blouse, unhooked my bra, and exposed my breasts. Ever so softly, he broke our kiss and kissed me from my cheek down to my neck, shoulders, and reaching for my breasts he licked and sucked them until the nipples were both erect. The feel of his flesh on my flesh made my body tingle as my arms held his manly physique. We started fumbling a little, and Mike suggested that we go into the back seat of the car. We both climbed into the back of the car. He laid me down on the back seat and slowly lowered his body on mine.

Again we kissed passionately as I kneaded his buttocks. Mike raised his body in a push-up position so I could slide his jeans down. He kicked off his shoes and together we pulled his pants off. While he was sitting up he unzipped my jeans and slid them off also. As he laid his body down on mine, I again kneaded his buttocks, feeling the hair between the cheeks of his ass. I could feel the rigidness of his cock between my burning thighs. I could feel the dampness of my cunt leaking out onto my thighs. But, I didn't want this to end too fast. I gently pushed my body upward in hopes that Mike would take the hint and raise himself off of me. He did. He sat on the seat with his legs wide open. I lowered myself down to his cock, and starting at his hairy balls, I licked and sucked one, and then slowly worked the second one into my mouth. I juggled his two balls in my mouth until he was moaning. I eased each one out and ran my tongue in circular motions up the bot-tom side of his cock until I reached his dripping tip. With my mouth as wide as I could open it, I engulfed his throbbing prick down to its base. After about four or five upward and downward strokes, Mike thrust his hips to meet my strokes. I had to slow down, however, and gradually released his cock from my lips.

Mike raised himself up on his knees and again laid me down on my back. He grasped one breast with each hand as our lips met again. Then he ran his tongue down between my breasts, down to my stomach, and he finally reached my hairy mound. His wet tongue reached my hot snatch, and he sent delicious shivers up my spine as his mouth engulfed my clit. He licked and sucked my hot pussy until I exploded into an orgasm that made me see stars. He quickly lifted himself up, laid his body on mine, and immediately drove his rock-hard cock into my willing pussy. Again, our bodies melted together and reacted as though this wasn't "our first" time. Our timing was perfect as my hips met his masculine thrusts, slapping his balls into my ass. The tempo started out slowly but gradually picked up, until we were bath moaning with the pleasure our bodies were giving to each other. It was as though we'd planned it; our orgasms came together, leaving both of us breathless.

We lay there together, hugging and kissing like two school kids, for a while, neither of us wanting to leave to go back to reality.

We returned to the party and had another beer together and mingled with the other guests. It's funny, but again we found ourselves giving each other those flirting looks as we had some twelve years ago in English class. We said our good-byes and both left the party at the same time, each going off on our separate ways. That was the last we saw of each other. Every now and then I think of how Mike is, and whenever I do my pussy starts to become really wet and reminds me of how terrific he was.