I haven't had the time to write in a while but I do now so let's continue. As you can imagine, the next Monday had me sweating with anticipation. It could go either way and I had no idea which. I sat in my car in front of her house calming myself by remembering to be grateful that I actually made it that far, and not only that, I got to fulfill my perverted fantasy of fucking those delicious tits.
I wore my more modest swim trunks that day, since it had become my unofficial uniform at that point, though they were still shorter than average and if need be I could sneak my dick out. I didn't want to scare her away but I still wanted the option. I finally built up the kind of courage you only truly have when you're young and went back to that house to ring the doorbell. She answered with a perfectly pleasant face that made me feel like a stranger to be honest. I could tell she was tense, and she kept the pleasantries short so she could go off to her bedroom knowing I would get the job done.
My heart ached. I tried to cover the disappointment with the memories which helped a bit, and I ended up catching up on all my jobs with a semi. She didn't even come out when I left, which was another huge blow. I'd be lying if I said I didn't tear up a little at the difference on the drive home. I didn't realize how much I loved her company and the "harmless" flirting we'd had all those weeks. But I did have the memories, so I tried to put this new her behind me and move forward.
The next day was a bit better. I think she felt bad for the way she abandoned me the day before because she hung out a bit longer when I came, though she did still keep it short and took shelter in her room. She had a smile but she couldn't completely meet me in the eye. I thought she looked a little flushed as well. This time she showed me out at the end of work like she used to, albeit way more professionally.
Wednesday was better still. She seemed more like her old self, even though she was still a little guarded. She talked to me a bit longer and hung out on the lounge chair. I can only assume that I did a good enough job at acting like normal to make her feel like we really would just forget what happened.
By Thursday it almost felt like old times. We lightly flirted, and I knew this time that she was really blushing. I'd never seen her act so coy and it reminded me of the girls at school who wanted you to see they liked you but without making it too obvious. I thought I caught her peeking at my cock from the corner of my eye but I told myself it was wishful thinking.
Then came Friday, one week after what had so far been the best day of my life. She opened the door in one of her string bikinis and flirted with me heavier than ever. I was having total whiplash and couldn't understand what had happened! I also couldn't ask because there was no way to do so without bringing up what I said we would forget, and if I did still have a chance with her I knew at this point I had to let her make the move. Her movements were sensual and I could see her perking her breasts up any way she could. I couldn't keep my eyes of those beautiful globes. I think she put some kind of oil on them because they looked shiny and slippery. My dick certainly noticed because he came to life and even though I tried to ignore and not draw attention to it she eventually looked down with hungry eyes.
Having her stare at my erection again made it stronger and start to drip precum, which betrayed me by slipping past my trunks. She looked back up at me and (I'll never forget this) she dropped to a squat and swung my dick out of the leg hole, swallowing the whole thing into her mouth. When I regained my senses I started pumping into her until the feel of her mouth and tongue slurping my cock was too much and I was about to blow my load.
"I'm cumming!" I gasped, and she aimed my cock at her tits with one hand while spreading her bikini top apart with the other to receive my load. Seeing those pert nipples again made me shoot so hard I saw stars. I hadn't gotten off as much as I usually did the past few days which made my load particularly large. It took me a whole five minutes to regain composure, during which she grabbed me a glass of water with her breasts still exposed and my cum dangling off them.
"I missed you," she said. "I missed you too," I panted.
"You leave for college soon right?"
"Three weeks."
"I'm not ready to forget yet. I want to make it count. I want you inside me."
I closed my eyes and thanked every deity that may or may not exist as she dragged me by the band of my trunks toward her bedroom. The way she took control made me feel like a virgin again. At that moment I felt like I had no experience despite the the several pussies I'd dipped into. This was sex with a woman.
