This idea hit me last night and I just had to write about it. I hope y'all like it cuz I did just thinking about it. :) If you like it, and want to read more on the subject, let me know. Best wishes to everyone.
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His gloved hand reached over to the skipping record player and put the needle back in its place. He made one final lick of the envelope that he held in his other hand and closed it, setting it down next to the stack of envelopes that had already formed on his desk. His plan was almost ready to go into effect.
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Lauren was pissed. Her ass of a boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, had just dumped her over the phone. "It's not you," he said. "It's me." What a lame excuse. She banged open her front door and went to the mailbox. God, sometimes she just longed for the old days. A time when everything had been simpler. Or maybe she was just imagining things.
Collecting the mail, she stomped back into the house angrily, her rage only intensifying as she saw the numerous bills that had arrived, along with several pieces of junk mail. Tossing these to the side, she noticed a letter that was hand-addressed to her. "Wonder who sent this," she said to the empty room. There was no return address.
Turning the letter over in her hand, she slid her finger down the top and took out the contents. Just a photograph. On the back of the picture the word "Soon" was written and she turned it over wondering what the hell that was supposed to mean.
The picture was from when she was in 8th grade, but she remembered it well. The last time her and all her boys had been together, they had taken this photo; she had a copy of it in her photo album. She smiled as she studied the familiar faces in the picture. Dan, Tyler, Scott, Ryan, Adam, Michael, and Chad stared happily back from the picture, surrounding Lauren. She had been the only girl in her class from the 2nd grade till the 8th grade; the joys of going to a small private grade school. She wondered what her boys were doing now.
The photo brought back so many memories; the basketball tournaments which the boys had one, playing football with them, going bowling with them. She found herself digging out the phonebook and looking up numbers. Finally she found one and dialed the number.
"Hello," said the deep male voice at the other end.
"Is this Dan?" she said nervously. She hadn't talked to any of her boys since high school.
"Yeah," said the guy. "Who's this?"
"It's Lauren," she said haltingly. "Lauren Millford."
"Lauren!" Dan said happily. "I was actually just about to call you."
"You were?" she asked, surprised.
"Yeah, I wanted to ask you if you sent me this picture of us from 8th grade. It just came to my house."
"No, I didn't send it," she said confused.
"Well maybe it's time to gather the rest of our old classmates and find out who did." He laughed. "I haven't seen you in forever, girl."
They chattered back and forth for some time, and she gave him directions to her house. He said he would call the rest of the boys and make sure they came over to her house too. All of a sudden she was in a tizzy, running around like a crazy woman trying to clean her house which hadn't been cleaned in some time. When she was done cleaning, she took a long shower, and then did her hair and makeup, just in time for the doorbell to ring. "Just a minute!" she yelled as she pulled on a black skirt and a sleeveless white top.
Trying to calm her breathing a bit, she relaxed on the doorknob for a moment before pulling open the door to reveal Dan standing there. His face lit up when he saw her and they hugged. "I'm glad you're the first one here," she said to him. "Come on in."
They went through all the routines of two friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time. As they talked she couldn't help but compare the Dan of 8th grade to the one sitting across from her now. He had been tall as an 8th grader, but now he towered over her; she guessed six foot something. His dirty blond hair was still the same; he kept it sticking up in messy spikes, a hairstyle that she always liked. He had been skinny in grade school and throughout high school, but a man stood in front of her today. His upper chest had broadened no doubt from playing hockey, a sport that had always been his favorite.
She found herself inching closer to him as he spoke, mesmerized by the lips that she had once thought to be too small. "Lauren," he said, pulling her out of her reverie, his voice somewhat breathy. She looked up into his blue eyes and was surprised to find him staring at her with a lustful look. Dan and she had never even come close to hooking up in the past. He placed his hand on her thigh, looking at her to make sure it was alright and she welcomed his touch.
His long fingers slid up her thigh, feeling the heat that emulated from her already moistening pussy. "Let's go to my room," she stuttered and they both rose from the couch; her leading the way to her room.
Shirts and pants/skirts came off in a matter of minutes as soon as they entered, both of them trying to control their overwhelming sexual desires. "I've never been with a black woman before," he confessed. "But I've always had fantasies about you." She smiled and stepped out of her black lace thong. Her fingers reached for his boxers and pulled them off his still bony hips.
It was kind of odd, seeing an old classmate of hers naked, but his nude body was breathtaking as she looked down at him. He was already stiff and his cock, although being rather skinny, was incredibly long. Her body tingled and he gently pushed her against the bed, and positioned himself above her.
Her bare breasts rubbed against his chest as he pressed into her and her nipples grew in sensitivity. He took one of them into his mouth, sucking and biting it. She writhed underneath him as he inhaled the fleshy nub; she could feel her pussy getting wetter by the moment. Finally his mouth left her breast and trailed its way up to her mouth. His deep blue eyes locked onto her soft brown ones for a moment before he lowered his mouth to hers and they kissed softly, nibbling on one another's lips.
He broke the kiss and ran his hands down her body, caressing her breasts lightly before moving to her aching clit. She moaned in anticipation before his fingers ever touched it, and when he finally did she felt as if she would burst. He played with the hardened nub for a moment before reaching for her hand, and bringing her fingers down to her clit, he said, "Play with it for me."
Her breasts jiggled with each movement she made and his hungry eyes took in all that cleavage bouncing around. As she began to moan with the pleasure she was giving herself, he began to push at her entrance, slowly, almost lovingly. He slid into her inch by inch, his eyes never leaving her breasts as she used her free hand to pinch her own nipples.
He pushed into her until his sac slapped against her ass and she felt the tip of him hitting against her insides. She moaned loudly, concentrating hard to keep her finger moving on her own clit. He grabbed her legs, throwing them over his strong arms, and finally began pounding himself in and out between her quivering thighs.
She screamed out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he hit her tender spots time and time again. He bent his head to bite at her sore nipples, his grunts audible even around the mouthful of tit he was sucking.
She could no longer finger her clit, and she let her hands fall back onto the bed, grabbing at the sheets each time he thrust inside of her. "I'm going to cum," he announced and his pace quickened, slamming against her body with terrific speed. "Oh god!" he yelled and threw back his head and moaned, his hot load of cum spilling into the depths of her body. All she could do was groan loudly as his orgasm triggered hers, hot waves of pleasure sweeping over her body. Her pussy clenched and unclenched, milking the seed from him. Her hips jerked spastically and her breath came in short gasps.
He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting with the force of the orgasm.
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"What a show," he thought as he stood outside her bedroom window, watching as the two mated like animals. "It took the little slut a whole five minutes to go to bed with him." He chuckled and rubbed his own stiff cock which throbbed for release beneath his black jeans. "There'll be time for you later," he said to his cock, even as he massaged it. He did not want to miss a single moment as Miss Slut Lauren Millford saw her old classmates again, one by one. "Little slut doesn't even close her blinds," he thought. That just proved that she wanted him to see. Subconsciously, she knew he was out there watching, and she liked it. "You'll get what's coming to you soon enough you little whore," he thought as he backed into the shadows once again, awaiting his perfect moment.
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Darkness had come as she and Dan had been fucking and she realized that her classmates would probably show up any minute.
"We have to get dressed," she said laughing nervously. He nodded in agreement and slowly redressed. She threw on a robe that hung behind the closet and gathering her clothes, headed to the bathroom. She could still feel his cum, dripping down her legs and knew she couldn't possibly face the rest of her classmates looking like this. "Make yourself at home," she called back to him as she closed the bathroom door.
She looked in the mirror, disbelieving that she had just fucked her 8th grade classmate like that after so many years. She had never looked at him in any way besides friends, but now they had just had sex. "Christ," she thought. "I'm turning into a sex-crazed maniac."
