Sept 2001.
"Oh God that feels good!" This was the extent of my sexual chatter then. Dave and I had gotten progressively closer over the past few months. He was very sweet, very cute and very protective of me. We were really just hanging out in my living room, watching a movie. I was so attracted to him, but I was beginning to think he was not attracted to me. I was almost two full years younger. On this particular night our normal nestling together had suddenly turned a bit more intense when I escalated his kiss by putting his hand in my shirt. The hint was well taken and within minutes I was mostly naked on the living room floor and Dave's hands and lips were all over my body.
The sensations I was feeling were too much for me and we lost a little bit of control. His lips sucked my nipples and his hands and mouth had begun their exploration of my wetness. I didn't know then what an orgasm would feel like, but I was having a hard time controlling my hips. Laying flat on my back, as he licked me I bucked my hips towards his mouth. Dave's hard body was kneeling perpendicular to me at the time so while he brought me closer to what I thought would be my first orgasm I started to unbuckle his pants. Distracted by this, Dave sat upright to help me take his belt down. I released his pants and noticed a tremendous bulge in his boxers. I had not yet seen a cock before, but I'm sure this one was big.
My pulse raced as my hand grabbed him through his shorts. His low moan excited me so much that I can't describe it fully even now. I knew I had to suck him. It was as my mouth started to approach his still clothed member that my parents decided to walk in. The look on their faces...............
August 2009
When I answered the knock at my door and saw him standing there I knew my life had again changed. I hadn't heard from him in months and hadn't seen him in person in over eight years. The shock of seeing him! Oh my, how hot he looked! He had grown taller than he had been and was beyond fit, his hair was shorter, and his features hard, but his eyes were still incredible. I invited him in of course, with more questions than answers, but as he walked past me and set down his backpack, I felt a familiar pang spreading in my thighs.
I remembered easily why I had developed an immediate crush on him back in high school. He was two years older and the most attractive boy I had ever seen. He was very serious about school and sports, but always found enough time to say hello and to bring me into his circle. He was about six inches taller than me and strong, but it was those eyes that would always stir in me emotions I had not yet experienced. His dark hair and eyes made me wet just thinking about him.
Serious and driven to succeed by some internal force, Dave had burned the midnight oil his entire academic career, graduating from high school on his seventeenth birthday - one full year early – and by the end of his first calendar year in college was on pace to graduate after just over two years. When Dave turned twenty, our trouble began. Our physical relationship hadn't progressed particularly far, and was starting to look quite promising for me, but even at eightteen, my parents found the sight of their little girl nearly naked and about to suck a cock a little unbearable.
My parents were just protecting me, I knew this even then, but things were said and tempers flared and our relationship after that was unsteady at best. I couldn't tell where we were headed from there at that point. I had just started my senior year of high school and Dave was due to head off to college again for his bright future. That was September 7th, 2001. The events of the next week and months changed everything for us. Dave's mother worked in Tower 1 and didn't survive. Dave left school to join the Army. I was really hurt at first, had wanted to help him cope, but eventually I came to accept our separation, and our relationship changed.
Dave and I corresponded periodically, a lot at first and then less as the years wore on. We lived really different lives. Pictures were about all I had to remember him by, and those pictures showed his change throughout the years. My girlfriends eventually stopped asking about the hunk warrior in the frame. I went to and graduated from college and started and would soon finish a Master's degree in the eight years Dave spent in the Army. For his part, amazingly enough he completed his undergrad degree while in Afghanistan and along the way accumulated enough credit to have the outline of a Masters degree himself.
When he showed up out of the blue, I have never felt more conflicted. This was going to be complicated. I realized I loved him still, at least in some way, although that word had never been used between us, but I had to explain that I was seeing someone. That avenue of conversation I think tipped my hand immediately. I was working on shock and stream of consciousness here.
"What.....how....I....oh come in!" I spluttered. We laughed and hugged and sat down to talk about our lives. Letters had been sent of course, but this was the first time seeing each other in years and the emotions were still there.
"Shelley, I didn't come here to sweep you off your feet and take you away." As always he was practical and solid and so him. "I can't expect you to drop your life. I do want a small place in it if you have room for me."
