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Elizabeth Miller and I went to high school together. I knew it but she didn't.
She developed early with large breasts, wide shoulders, small waist, slim hips and a height of 5'8". A natural born athlete. Unfortunately, I was late to develop as I graduated from high school at 5'8", thin chested, skinny legged and weighing 140 pounds. She was proud of her body and took great pride in looking as sexy as she really was. I wore jeans and a t shirt that was too big for me every day to school. Making my chest look even punier.
At the start of the school year all the girls waited to see what Elizabeth was wearing as that was the latest in fashion for the school year. No one even remembered seeing me at school.
Elizabeth was a star tennis player, starting taking lessons at 10 years old. Her size gave her an advantage with strength and stamina over smaller girls. I was the last guy chosen for any team in gym class. For my lack of assets, I over compensated with perseverance and determination. Long distance running was not a team sport. I would not get knocked down, pushed or hit so that was my sport and I was good at it.
Her social calendar was full of dates with the cool guys, rich guys, star athletes and college fraternity boys. My calendar stayed pretty open all four years. I spent my time on electronic gadgets and computers in the garage.
Every fall Elizabeth had a new car to drive to school. I rode my bike all four years.
Elizabeth was always talking to the boys during class. Since my name was Jeff Mullen, we often sat near each other in class. In four years, she talked to me once. The instructor was handing out a test and Elizabeth turned to me, handed me the test and said "Here:"
Her father owned Miller Manufacturing, a well-established and profitable local company. It was started by her grandfather, now run by her father and employed 160 towns people. One of those people was my father who was a machinist at the plant. His only job since returning from the Army.
Elizabeth sat next to me at graduation and I thought I would cream my pants. It appeared to me that she did not have a skirt or pants on under her graduation gown. It was difficult to contain myself. She looked at me funny several times as I was squirming to hide my erection.
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After graduation I went to college to become an industrial engineer. I read where Elizabeth received a full ride scholarship to a prestigious school to play tennis. Her picture graced the sports page of our local newspaper a number of times.
During my college freshman and sophomore years I grew 6 inches taller and added 50 pounds of muscle from running. My testosterone went into overdrive and my penis grew to 7" of thick muscle. Being a straight A student, a trim, fit young man with a good-sized dick I went into my junior year with confidence. I was able to sexually preform at a high level with both my cock and my tongue on a number of attractive young ladies.
During Christmas break my junior year I went home to visit my parents. One evening I went to a party put on by one of my classmates. Elizabeth was there looking spectacular and was spectacularly drunk. Her drunk boyfriend of the week was smashed and making rude remarks about her. She slapped him hard and said "I am out of here. Please do not ever call me again."
Since I was the only person around that was not falling down drunk, she told me I was taking her home.
She was totally drunk and stumbled her way to my car. I drove her to one of our classmate's apartment that she was staying at during Christmas break. Her friend was at her grandparents' house for the Holliday's. Just as I stopped the car she started to vomit; she did not get the door open in time to hurl all the vomit outside the car. My car door became a waterfall of beer puke. I got her out of the car and on the sidewalk, where she fell and could not get up. It was a chore but I got her up and into the apartment and rushed her to the bathroom. She spent 20 minutes starring into the water in the toilet bowl and releasing what she had eaten earlier in the day. As soon as she said she was done I started to pick her up and she unloaded on me, full facial. Since I was holding her, she also painted her clothes pink.
Great, the girl I lusted over for four years in high school just made the bathroom a vomitorium. I needed to get out of these clothes before I started to get sick, so I stripped naked. With Elizabeth standing there covered with puke, I thought she needed to take off those clothes and get into the shower. When all her wet clothes were off and in a pile with my soiled clothes, I got the chance to gaze at this Amazon beauty. Big round perfect tits, twin dark areolas, slim waist and a hairless pussy. Some of the girls I have had sex with had perfect tits, some a slim waist and some a hairless pussy but none had the whole package that Elizabeth had.
I did not want to give her a cold shower as I did not need a wide awake drunk. Best plan was a nice warm shower and put her to bed and let her sleep it off. She still could not stand safely so I got in the shower with her. With a washcloth I cleaned her face and arms. But since I had the chance of a life time, I soaped up my hands to clean her magnificent breasts, which took about 10 minutes in my opinion to do a proper job of scrubbing and cleansing. Of course, the nipples needed special care and attention, which brought about a few small moans. Next on the list was her stomach and crotch area. The stomach did not take much time but her pussy needed my special attention. I stood behind her with my erect dick between her muscular ass cheeks and reached around her and began soaping her crotch. She had a prominent clit and it slipped between my fingers very easily in the soapy water. As my right hand worked her clit, my left hand began explore her opening passage to pleasure. Two fingers slid in easily and created even more moaning by Elizabeth. Her hips began to rock back and forth and her breathing became more ragged. Her head rolled back and a loud groan came bubbling out of it. Her legs became unsteady and I had to move my hands from her crotch to her arms to hold her upright. When she gained stability again, I finished washing her legs and ass.
Time to wash her hair so I turned her around so we were face to face and put shampoo on her hair and started working to get it clean. Her face moved to my shoulder and she mumbled something that sounded like "MMMM that feels nice." As she stood there getting her shampoo, her arms were dangling by her sides. She brushed her hand against my cock and instinctively grabbed it. It was apparent to me that she knew her way around a man's cock as she went about stroking and gripping it. Using the shampoo as a lubricant she started pulling, rolling and tantalizing my balls and dick. As my cock reached full extension, she started rubbing the underside with her thumb while gently squeezing my nuts. That was it, I shot ropes of cum onto her legs a foot lower than I would have aimed but it was still gratifying to me. I hated to see my seed wash down the drain as I would have preferred they would have spent the night in her pussy.
After drying her off we walked slowly to the bed and I covered her beautiful body as she started snoring.
The stinking clothes had to go into the washer tonight as I did not want to take vomit-soaked clothes back to my parent's house while I myself was naked. Just too much explaining. All the clothes went into the washer together then I cleaned up any traces of her sickness in the bathroom. By the time I finished final cleanup the clothes were ready for the dryer. Except they still stunk. So back in the washer they went. With all this done I was tired and ready to hit the sack. What better place to sleep than to be next to this gorgeous woman? I justified the decision by thinking how tragic it would be for her to vomit while asleep and die of asphyxiation. So I quietly slid in beside her and snuggled as close as I could get. I'll worry about the sticky precum on her ass at a later point.
