Before I tell you the erotic story of "Hall Pass", I need to tell you the backstory to help you understand what lead up to this.
Hang tight for just a moment. It's quick, just the facts, pretty hot, and I promise it's worth it.
BACKSTORY:
Cohen had a huge crush on Jeremy in high school. She was very innocent at 18 years old and had never gone very far sexually with any of her boyfriends. She grew up in a very religious home and was taught sex was bad before marriage, so she had remained very pure. But, Jeremy was the guy in high school who could've knocked on her bedroom window and she would've let him in and fucked him anytime, anyday, no need to explain, no condom needed, no questions asked.
She heard from her friend Rachel that Jeremy knew how to work a girl's buttons and had a really nice dick. This is what started Cohen's curiosity about Jeremy.
They came very close to messing around a couple of times.
The first time, they shared a blanket on a dark bus ride home after their senior swim meet. They innocently started exploring each other while everyone slept. It was mostly rubbing arms, that turned to rubbing legs and inner thighs, which became stomachs.
It was their little secret. They got zippers down. Jeremy got to Cohen's pubic hairs on her mound under her cotton panties, and Cohen got Jeremy's zipper undone and spit in her hand and was about to jack him off under their cocoon of privacy, but the lights came on and coach started yelling, "Wake up! Wake up! Everyone get your stuff together." before she could ever get her hands on him.
Cohen quickly pulled her hand back and Jeremy moved his hand from her panties. Jeremy was already so turned on by zippers coming down, that with the sudden scare from the coach yelling, it made him climax right there in his shorts.
Cohen never felt it, or saw anything, she just saw Jeremy's body convulsing slightly as he bent over in his seat trying to hide what was happening. He didn't say anything, but Cohen knew he had just climaxed and she was sitting next to him when he did. It was so adorable...and really hot.
Cohen had never been that wet in her life. When she got home, she got in bed and finished what they started, taking her panties all the way off and masturbating, fantasizing Jeremy was the first fingers inside of her, and that she finally touched that dick of his and finished him with her hand and the spit from her mouth.
The second time they almost messed around was the next week, the night before Jeremy was leaving to go off to college. He asked Cohen to meet him at a party. At this party, they both found themselves in the back room where there was a game of "7 Minutes in Heaven" going down.
"7 Minutes in Heaven" is where a teen would spin a bottle and whoever it landed on would have to go in a dark closet, with just a nightlight, for 7 minutes together, and the understood rules were, "anything goes".
Mostly, it was teens making out and maybe a hand would get up a shirt here and there.
Jeremy spun the bottle and it landed on Cohen. He grabbed her hand and was walking her to the closet with a huge smile as the teens in the room all chanted for them. They both knew this was it, they were about to quietly fuck each other and Cohen's virginity would be her goodbye present to Jeremy as he was leaving for college.
No one outside the closet would've ever known. Suddenly, Cohen's ride came in the room, had an emergency, and needed to leave right before they entered the closet.
When Cohen got home that night she fantasized about being in that closet with Jeremy and pleased herself again.
Later on in life they went off to college and eventually both of them got married. As all couples do, Cohen and her husband had the "who would you most like to fuck" talk, the "hall pass" conversation. She admitted she still thought about Jeremy from high school, which really got her husband excited.
Cohen felt safe and went on to describe that sometimes she even fantasized about Jeremy when she was with him. Her husband thought the idea was really hot and so sometimes they would role play. Her husband would tell her to close her eyes and imagine it was Jeremy's hands on her body and his dick in her. He would fuck her differently to help make it not feel like him.
The idea of Cohen having sex with Jeremy made sex come alive for both of them, because she had never been with anyone but her husband and he knew it would be an enormous turn on for her to experience fucking Jeremy.
One night her phone pinged. It was a DM from none other than Jeremy.
Cohen showed her husband the DM and laid in bed next to him and caught up with Jeremy. Her husband said, "This is Jeremy...?" as they looked at his profile, "the guy that is your hall pass? He looks like a Greek god. Not to sound bi-curious...but I get it baby. He's a good looking dude."
Cohen said, "You should see him in a speedo."
They exchanged phone numbers and got more and more comfortable texting throughout the day everyday. Cohen would always share the texts with her husband and they started to realize this could possibly become more than just a fantasy as Jeremy started to text Cohen more often telling her how lonely he was since his wife passed away and even mentioning he was battling not having physical intimacy.
Cohen's husband said, "Baby you want to go visit Jeremy and help him with those hormones of his? He trusts you. You could help him out, which I think would be hot for both of you, he's obviously into you. I know it would be hot for me knowing that you are fucking him with that amazing body of yours."
Cohen was really turned on by the idea, but wasn't sure if she could actually do it. Fantasies are safe, making it real could be different.
One day Jeremy texted, "Watcha doing?" Cohen was sitting next to her husband, painting her toenails. Cohen showed the text to her husband.
Her husband said, "You're so freaking hot right now. You should flirt with him and see if maybe he'd be down to take things somewhere with you given the chance. Take a picture and send it to him and see what he says. If he responds like he'd be into you...let's go see him...if he brushes it off we can just leave it at that."
She started to take a pic of herself painting her toenails, but with more of her breasts in the pic. Her tank top cupped the weight of her 36 D's. Her husband pulled down the front of her shirt a little to give a peak of the top of her boobs...and he made sure she showed her nipples poking in her tank top just perfectly. It definitely gave him a very clear idea of what she looked like now 10 years later.
She got a little wet just sending it to him. Totally turned on that her husband was daring her to flirt and also somewhat panicked that she may have crossed the line from a fantasy "hall pass" to possible reality.
What would Jeremy think? What am I doing sending another man a picture of myself like that? Is my husband really serious about me being with Jeremy. Could I even do that? It would be so freaking hot. Maybe.
Jeremy immediately responded, "Damn! You're still so gorgeous Cohen!"
Cohen felt butterflies.
Her husband started getting really turned on at the idea of Cohen with another man and said, "Baby, you want to go mess around with Jeremy and see what it's like to be with another man?" Cohen's cheeks flushed and she said, "Maybe? I don't know if I can go through with it, but it would be so freaking hot to just go and flirt with the idea...knowing that you know...maybe...I would do things with him after all these years."
Her husband said, "It would be really hot...because I know you'd be so turned on."
They decided to meet at Jeremy's house on the river and spend a day together and reconnect. For Cohen and her husband, they would play it by ear and just see what happens.
And so the story begins...
"Hall Pass"
The warm, dry summer air was filled with the comforting crackle of the campfire. Cohen sat cross-legged beside her husband, relaxing after a long day on the river. Cohen was still in her bikini and swimsuit cover-up and both her husband and Jeremy had on swim trunks but were shirtless in the heat of the summer night.
Cohen's husband, watching the flames dance, was relaxing and taking in the evening breeze.
Jeremy lounged in a chair opposite them, a beer in hand, his eyes reflecting the flickering firelight. He was telling a story, something about a canoeing trip gone awry, and her husband roared with laughter at the punchline.
Cohen caught Jeremy watching her walk away several times at the river today. She would turn around to check if he was looking at her and he'd just smile and blush.
She knew he was checking out her cheeks that were peaking out in the open air under her bikini bottoms.
Cohen liked that Jeremy was obviously still attracted to her. She found herself wearing sunglasses all day to hide her gaze directed toward him. He was something to look at and his swim trunks clung to his penis everytime he got out of the water. It was difficult to see the entire outline, but Cohen definitely remembered that bulge in his speedo she wanted so badly back when they were on swim team in high school and now being here with him and the thought that maybe something could happen was too hard to believe.
The mutual attraction between Cohen and Jeremy was thrilling to her. Her husband noticed it too and would ask her throughout the day if she was ready or not. She would just blush and smile. Cohen wasn't sure what Jeremy would think or do, but definitely was excited to see what might happen.
As Cohen, her husband, and Jeremy drank and shared laughs around the fire outside, Jeremy found his gaze drawn to the soft curves of Cohen's body. Her laughter was like a siren's call, resonating deep within him and stirring a long-forgotten yearning.
When her husband was momentarily distracted by a stray spark that had landed on his arm, Jeremy took the opportunity to indulge in a longer look. Her breasts, perfectly framed by the bikini top, her legs firm and muscular, her body seemed to glisten as the firelight danced upon her. He knew he should look away, but something about the way the shadows played across her skin kept him transfixed.
Cohen felt the weight of his gaze and a warm blush crept up her neck, painting her cheeks. Instead of turning away and adjusting herself demurely, she met his gaze with a coy smile, allowing her hand to drift down to the tie of her swimsuit cover-up. With a playful tug, she loosened it, letting the fabric fall away to reveal more of her ample cleavage. The action was deliberate, a silent invitation that hung in the air for him to feel free to let his eyes linger.
Cohen couldn't help but steal glances at Jeremy. His perfectly placed tattoos and tanned arms that flexed with each gesture, were a testament to their day spent on the river and to the fact that he had grown even more gorgeous since those days back in high school.
