Michelle was my sweetheart in high school. Blonde hair, petite blonde, round hips and a set of breast to put any supermodel to shame. I remember just the thought that she might let me touch them was enough to keep me excited for days.
We had been on a few group dates and had friends in common. We enjoyed each other's company and enjoyed the pleasures that can only intensify when one is being supervised by adults of surrounded by one's peers.
I remember the night of my senior prom, however. My parents gave me the car and we spent the night making out, dancing...all the while, she was practically falling out of her dress. I was certain she could feel my raging hard-on through the layers of her dress and my tux.
No couples were allowed to leave early, so when midnight came - we left as quickly as possible. We drove around in the dark and at last she was mine....Our tongues greedily probed each other. She slipped her arms readily out of her sleeves and her creamy breasts tumbled out. I'd not seen them before. They were certainly the biggest of any of the girls I'd known and I was greedy to take them into my mouth. My heart was beating furiously as we undressed each other.
"Do want me to give you a blow job?" she asked.
"If you want to," I answered. I'd never had my cock sucked by any girl before. She unzipped my pants and took my shaft into her hand. As she licked up and down I looked at her beautiful face. I loved her so much and ached for this contact. Somehow it seemed so dirty and wrong to have someone so precious and beautiful performing this act on me.
We changed positions. I'm pretty sure both of us wanted to make love. But being so young it was hard to talk, to communicate what we wanted...
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Time wore on and I went to college. Michelle found a new boyfriend and we each got involved in our own lives. It was 2 years before I heard from her. I received a phone call on the dorm pay phone and she asked me to meet her. She wanted to talk.
I couldn't wait to see her. I guess it doesn't matter how people leave things. There's still an attraction that can't be tamed. I raced to Hampton to meet her. I was anxious to see how she looked, to smell her, to feel her close.
As I pulled up I wasn't disappointed. She was every inch the vixen I remembered. She greeted me with a big hug and I wasn't going to let her out of my grasp until I felt those huge tits press up against me. She smelled sweet like jasmine and every sense I had drunk her in.
We walked along Hampton beach and she told me what was going on with her. About what one would expect. A fight with her parents, moving in with a guy, a breakup. I guess he found someone else. The funny thing was, she was still living with the boyfriend and the new girl. Hmmmm.
