The first year after high school, I left town to go to college. I struggled through the whole semester, Finding out I wasn't as smart as I thought I was. I had virtually no social life due to the extra study time I needed just to keep up and I had very little cash anyway. I have always been rather shy and I just couldn't find a way to make any new friends at school. The school year just dragged on and on and I was spending all my time in my little room or in class. I left campus on the day of my last class not even waiting for my grades, which I knew, were dismal.
I was so glad to be home where I had family and friends, within a couple of days it was as if I had never left. I went to see my friend Rick that lived by my first love and I felt a pain in my heart as I drove by her house. I couldn't help but think that if we were only still together college would be a lot better. I lied to my buddy about college, telling him how great it was and about the girls I was meeting. He told me he wished he could go but he had to help his father at his business and I wished my father had a business I could go into. My friend told me my old girl friend had been asking about me. I tried to act nonchalant but just the mention of her made my heart race. I asked what she had to say about me and he told me she hadn't known I was at college and said she was impressed.
"Oh yeah, she wanted you to call her when you got back to town."
I still tried to act cool but on the inside, I thought I might pass out. I asked what he thought she wanted and he said he had no idea. He said every time he saw her she seemed to be with a different guy, some of them looked like gang members.
I went directly to her house; it was Saturday so I knew she would be home. As I knocked on her door, I suddenly realized I should have called first, what if she had another guy there. My stomach started to churn as the door opened
"Well if it isn't the pussy boy, did she call you up to go buy her tampons?"
It was her sister Dorothy, god what a bitch. I asked if I could see Rita, she sneered at me but let me in. She yelled at her sister that someone was here. When Rita saw me she screamed then ran and jumped into my arms,
"My Boo Boo I'm so glad to see you, I've missed you so much."
She was in her typical Saturday outfit, pink baby dolls, hair up in rollers, and no makeup. I thought she looked heavier and tired but it felt so good to have her in my arms.
"Come in my room, my sister is leaving. I can't wait to talk to you."
I saw the smirk on her sisters face as I said goodbye, then I followed my true love to her bedroom. When I entered her room, she already had her top off exposing her large breasts to me. Boo Boo my boobies have missed your tinder kisses, come sit by me. I did as told and as I leaned over to kiss her nipple, she held my head in place.
"I've been so lonely without you, my little Boo Boo."
All of a sudden, it was back to our old Saturday routines. She had me kiss and lick her pussy, while telling me where to lick, as she liked it,
"Yes right there lick harder, now put my little clitty in your mouth, yes just like that, suck it, yes keep sucking."
When she was finally finished with her orgasms, she would have me lie on the bed as she mounted me. Also just like old times when I finished she would straddle my face to have me clean her out.
Just like that we were back together, I never asked her about all the other boys she had been going out with, I just didn't want to know. However, that didn't stop me from hearing about them from my friends. I even got into a fistfight with Rick when he called her a slut. Even her sister who had no respect for me told me I was a fool for going with such a slut. I yelled at her,
"How can you call your own sister such a terrible word?"
She just laughed at me,
"Because she is, that's why."