Spring Break Pt 01 2

I couldn't care less about March Madness. I didn't even know if my school was playing. But he seemed interested, and that seemed like a good excuse go visit him.

A couple of days after I hit SEND, he responded: "It's great to hear from you! Of course I'd love to see you. Give me a call or shoot me a text." Of course the days between sending the email and getting a reply were agonizing, but I got my response, and getting his phone number seemed big... maybe he'd been thinking about me as much as I thought about him.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that I'd thought of him every day since we hooked up that summer. It was, literally, the best day of my 18 years.

So we texted over Spring Break. I was back in town, and was dying for him to ask me to hang out. And when he said he wanted to watch the game that night, I said "Me too!" That's all it took...an invite to his apartment and we were in business.

We ate pizza, we talked, we flirted. I was in heaven, sitting with him on his couch watching this stupid game that I had no interest in. All I wanted was for this game to be over, so we could get naked.

I cuddled up next to him and put my head on his shoulder. He put his arm over me and pulled me close. Bliss. Pure bliss.

I put my hand on his leg and nuzzled my head against his neck. He looked at me, and I smiled at him, and then we kissed. This wasn't passionate like the first time. This was tender and sincere... it was perfect.

As our tongues danced, our arms held each other tighter. We were like 2 teenagers making out in the basement...well 1 teenager and 1 teacher, but you get the picture.

I was on my back and he was on top of me and life couldn't get any better. Then he stopped kissing me, smiled as he looked me in the eye and said, "Come on."

Back to his bedroom, where 9 months earlier my deepest fantasy was fulfilled. Standing next to his bed he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to him. Sliding his tongue back into my mouth, I could feel how hard he was through our pants. No more sincerity, this was the passion that we had last time - we were going to fuck tonight, and my pussy couldn't wait.

I started to slip his shirt off of him, and his hands started to undo my pants. He pulled his shirt off the rest of the way, and pushed me down onto the bed. Standing over me, he pulled down my pants and my thong. He got on top of me and kissed my tummy while he slid my shirt up. As my shirt raised, he kissed me higher - working his way up my chest, to my collarbone, then my neck.

I was completely naked as he lay on top of me and kissed me all over. His hands touched every inch of my body, and the feeling of his bare chest against mine was enough to make me wet. He stood up again and took off his pants. He was staring at me deep in the eyes, but I couldn't help myself. I had to glance down and see how hard he was for me. Most people never get their fantasy fulfilled once, let alone twice. Without breaking my gaze from his cock, I bit my lip and said "Come here".

Still standing in front of the bed, he came to me and propped my legs up. Staring into my eyes, he touched the head onto my wet lips and I instantly moaned out in pleasure. I was young, and had only 4 partners at this point. But none of them made me feel the way he did.

As he slowly slid in to me, I couldn't help myself - My eyes rolled back, I let out the most obnoxious squeal, and tears started coming out of my eyes...literally the definition of ecstasy. He slowly pumped in and out, holding my legs behind my knees while I thrust my hips with him. I wanted to watch him as he stood there and fucked me, but I couldn't. The pleasure was too great, all I could do was close my eyes and experience this amazing sensation.

Next thing I knew, he was grabbing my waist and pulling himself deeper as he got on top of me. I moaned into his mouth as we kissed, then he moved to my neck - kissing it while he guided me with his hands. His mouth was next to my ears, and his breathing was so heavy and deep. He kissed my earlobe and quietly said "I missed you."

Almost as if it was scripted, my pussy instantly clenched, my body felt a warm surge and I climaxed as he continued fucking me. Four partners - my second time with him, and he was the only person who could make me come... now both times.

I spread my legs wider, so he could take me - Moving my hips faster with his, while he kissed my neck, shoulders, and collarbone. I was so wet and overstimulated, I couldn't even feel him inside me. It didn't matter. He was on top of me, his lips were on me, and I could hear him breathing harder as he took me. I didn't need anything else.

He grabbed my hands and put them over my head. I clenched the pillow underneath me, and he pulled out of me. He kissed lower down my chest, back to my stomach, and to my hips before kneeling on the bed in front of me. He sat there on his knees for a quick second and looked me up and down. I like to think he was taking it all in - the sight of his former student in his bed, in total satisfaction, succumbing to their mutual fantasy.

I looked at him and smiled, then he grabbed my waist pulled it up and slid back inside me. My eyes closed shut, and my head tilted back. I could feel him this time. With my ass in the air and his hands underneath, he bounced me up and down on his cock. My clit hit his dick with every bounce, and I couldn't help but moan loudly. He bounced me faster and faster and I came a second time - about 30 seconds before he came inside me.

He kept fucking me...long after his cock was empty. We simply couldn't get enough of each other. If the summer was my deepest fantasy fulfilled, this was me dying and going to heaven.

We laid in each other's arms for what felt like an hour. Sweating, still trying to catch our breath, basking in the idea that this was even better than either of us had fantasized.

It was almost 11 o'clock. I had to get home and he had school the next day. We made out by his door and said good night.

When I got home, I climbed directly into bed - no shower and no pajamas. I wanted to smell him - I wanted to smell US - as long as I could.

I only half-slept that night. All night long I could feel his hands on my body, his lips on my neck, and hear him breathing into my ear. Somewhere in the night, my fingers found their way to pleasure myself as I dreamed about him fucking me while he told me how much he missed me.

When I opened my eyes, the sun was already out, and I was lying in a wet spot. My room reeked of our sex and I didn't want to leave my bed.

I grabbed my phone to see if he texted me.

Of course not. That wasn't his style.

But I was no longer self conscious. This was just our dynamic. I knew that I would always have to be the one to make the 1st move.

I texted him: "I like watching basketball with you. :-) "

This time I didn't have to wait for a reply. He instantly texted back: "When can I see you again?"