It has been a while since I have posted anything and this story has been in the back of my mind for a while so here it is.
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Arkansas, Donna
It was Labor Day weekend of 1980, and I was back at Dad's hometown in Arkansas. It was a sweltering weekend, highs in the 90's medium to high humidity, just hot enough to make your shirt darken and stick to your skin.
To be clear, there isn't shit to do in Newport Arkansas. Maybe go fishing, maybe mudding if your truck survived the previous weekend. One of my uncle's, Uncle Ash, promised that there indeed were things to do, but Friday afternoon held not much to hold one's interest for long.
I had been at Grandma and Grandpa's house repairing and painting the porch for them while they were at work and Dad was off seeing some friends. After finishing, I showered and headed off to my favorite cousin's house. She was two weeks older than me and we went through most of the milestones of little kids together. You know, like first steps, first word and such. Because of all that she was my closest friend; and, truth be told the first girl I fell in love with.
It was a four mile hike to Terry's place from Grandpa's and less than a half mile from the house I pulled my tee shirt off and walked along Highway 14 West toward Amagon where Terry lived. Sweat was streaming down my back, arms and legs. Long before I arrived my blond hair darkened with moisture and I regretted not wearing a hat, or at least sunglasses..
When I arrived, Terry's pinto wasn't there but her best friend's S-10 was. Part of me was a little pissed, Terry had promised that we would spend the afternoon together. Pushing that aside, I wondered briefly what Donna was up to lately, having graduated in May. She was a year older than Terry and I, but had no specific plans that I knew of. They had been best friend's since kindergarten, much like their mothers.
I let myself into the small house and grabbed a Dr Pepper, draining it in one long drink. The house was quiet. Tossing my tee shirt, now a wrinkled mess, onto the back of a chair, I turned to the fridge, or ice box as grandma called it.
Grabbing another Dr Pepper, I went out the back door to see if Donna was outside. Clearing the house I saw a raven haired woman laying face down, tight firm ass pointed up. Her legs were parted giving me a view of her vagina tightly clad by the bright red bikini bottom. My eyes traveled up and down her legs then I saw the tell tale scar that was uniquely Donna's.
She had gotten it when she, Terry, and I were swimming in the Cache River a couple years ago. The three of us had been goofing around with each other and showing off with stunts coming off the river bank and trees. Donna had jumped off a thick branch that overhung the river and landed in a loose ball of barbed wire that tangled up around her left leg.
She was flailing in the water and screaming in pain and panic which caused me to jump in after her. I pulled her to the river bank and slowly peeled the barbed wire off her leg, layer by layer while Terry went to get Donna's truck.
After we got her to the hospital mom picked me up and we went home and hadn't seen Donna since. Every time I talked to Terry since then if Donna was around she called me "Hero", despite, or maybe because of, my objections.
During my reminiscing my eyes focused on her pear shaped ass and unbeknownst to me I reacted and my cock started to get hard. A voice much deeper and rougher than I remembered said, "Hey Donna."
She pushed herself up and spun around, screeching, "HERO.". She launched herself into the air and slammed into me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck as I staggered back a step or two. It was a moment before I realized I could see her red bikini top on the lounger and that her bare, perky tits were smashed against me. Right after that I felt my cock pinned between her pussy and my hips.
I dropped my Dr Pepper onto the grass next to the patio as I wrapped my arms around her to hold her up. A low moan escaped my throat; her skin was warm, inordinately so I thought and her nipples were drilling a set of holes into my chest. It was the first time I had skin to skin contact with a girl, and it so happened to be my second favorite girl in the world.
Amusement and something I didn't recognize flashed in Donna's eyes as she asked, "Why Hero, do you like what you see out here?'
Before I could give as eloquent a grunt as I could, Donna ran her hand down my back and then up my arm. "When did you get all muscular?"
That was a safe answer, "Football the last couple years. My school has a great gym.". Truth of the matter is that I had been playing football for almost ten years by that point. I was an odd size, too slow to play wide receiver, too small to play right end, and not quick enough to play running back. All of which led me to play safety and special teams. Special teams I loved. Receiving punts and kickoffs was a thrill for me and my size didn't matter as much.
She gave my triceps a squeeze and playfully said, "Well a muscular hero is an amazing hero."
"Donna, I really don't like that nickname."
She lowered herself to the ground where she stood against me. Her nipples furrowing molten lines in my chest as she descended. Turning her head up she pulled my face down to hers by the back of my neck. Her eyes no longer laughing were filled with a seriousness I had never seen in her before. "Dave, you saved my life. You are my hero."
She stretched up on her tippy toes and kissed me gently, "And I can never thank you enough for that.". I cannot adequately describe the feeling as her lips pressed against mine. The erection I had been trying to fight off blossomed into a raging hard on.
I don't know what came over me. Instinct? Desire? Whatever it was I grabbed her by the ass and neck and pulled her hard against me as I returned the kiss feverishly, and frankly ineptly. Honestly, she was a much better kisser than I and her skill probably saved that from being the worst kiss in Arkansas history. After a moment Donna broke the kiss and whispered, "Let's go inside."