A Reunion With Beth

It had been nearly 30 years since I last saw Beth, that's a lie to be honest, I did see her once, whilst out shopping, she was in the company of a very much older looking man. I knew that she wanted to pursue a career in nursing, so I assumed that he must have been a patient. That one quick glance of her brought back memories, mostly good, but reminded me of the nightmare ending of our relationship.

We first met when she had just turned 18, the only child of a rugby playing, lay preacher and her equally formidable mother. I don't know why? But they took an instant dislike to me. I think it was because, I was a non believer, I had no interest in religion of any kind. Don't get me wrong, I respect other peoples beliefs, but it's not for me. Our relationship began as plutonic, going to the cinema, taking walks along the beach, then it progressed to holding hands, from there to cuddling, whilst watching the film and eventually our first kiss. That moment is etched in my memory for eternity, played out everyday in my mind, in slow motion. She sat next to me, huddled close, my arm resting gently around her, on the screen, the actress whispered,

"Kiss me."

Beth looked at me, I looked at her, she raised her head, I lowered mine, her eyes started to close, her lips began to open, our heads edged closer, I could feel her breath, saw the tip of her tongue jut out slightly between her teeth, then the magic happened, my lips met hers, gently at first, barely touching, electricity flowed, months of passion unleashed, her tongue danced with mine, mine with hers. In the darkness of the cinema, our mouths melted together. A fusion of desire, both hungry, both desperate for release, saliva mixed as we continued the mutual assault on each other, She grabbed my head, I ran my fingers through her hair. For many minutes we continued the duel of our tongues, me sucking hers, hers stabbing mine.

The dynamics of our relationship had changed immensely, I moved my hand to her breast, but she pushed it away,

"No. Stop." She said.

I was so close, yet so far away, I wanted more, but I knew I had to let her take the lead.

Week after week went by, our kisses and cuddles became more intense, but still she resisted any attempt I made to touch her. She allowed me to put my hand on her knee, but no further, anything else was truly off limits. I was beginning to doubt there was any future in this relationship.

Then out of the blue, Beth whispered in my ear, one evening in the cinema

"Make love to me."

I looked at her in a state of shock, did I just hear her correctly,

"Say that again?" I asked.

As if to emphasise the point, she undid two buttons of her blouse and placed my hand inside, on top of her cotton covered breast,

"Make love to me." She repeated

She moaned slightly, as I traced the outline of her nipple with my finger tip.

"When?" I asked.

"Come to my house next Saturday, my parents are away." She answered.

The week dragged by, I found it hard to concentrate in work and even considered taking some sick leave, sleep on Friday night was impossible, I tossed and turned, looking at the clock, watching the minutes tick by. I finally rose, showered and headed over to Beth's, stopping at the chemists to purchase some condoms.

I scanned the area, the driveway was empty, so I knocked gently upon her door. A bleary eyed Beth answered it,

"Trouble sleeping?" I asked.

She just nodded,

"Me Too." I informed her.

Sitting on the sofa, kissing, you could feel the nervous tension in the air, both of us anticipating the next few hours, when we would share the greatest gift. Knowing by the end of the day our virginities would be gone forever.

At first our lips brushed gently together, but soon they were firmly locked together, tongue dancing with tongue. She pulled back a little when I cupped her breast, but began to relax when my fingers began to slowly, gently, caress it. I could feel her nipple begin to harden, as I rolled it softly in my fingers. I ran my hand down her stomach, along her leg, then edged it up, inch by inch under her skirt, feathering the bare flesh of her legs. Higher and higher, I crept, almost to the point where her pussy was in reach. She quickly pulled my hand out and in a husky voice, whispered,

"Not here."

Taking me by the hand she led me upstairs, my eyes glued to her large arse, as it swayed side to side with every step we took. We paused briefly by her bedroom door, just long enough for me to glimpse her soft toys scattered all over the bed. Past the large bathroom, dominated by a huge tub, fun later came to mind, finally she opened a door and pulled me in. Her Parents room I assumed, a large bed, lay under the window, wall to wall wardrobes, full length mirrors, gave the impression of a much bigger area. She stood before me, as I sat on the edge of the bed, a look of uncertainty upon her face, with a slightly trembling voice, told me.

"I have something to show you, I hope you like them? I bought them especially for you."

Her hands were gently shaking as she began to unbutton her blouse, starting at the bottom, making her way up, managing to keep it held together until it was completely undone. From that first touch, I knew that like the rest of her body, Beth had a large bosom, but until she opened her blouse, I didn't realise how big. Gone was the motherly cotton bra, she wore last weekend, replaced by an elegant pale blue lace one, which complimented her pale skin. Tight fitting, it displayed her boobs in all their magnificence, it held them high and pushed together, the weaving of the material allowed her areola to be clearly seen whilst her nipples pushed hard out against it.

I reached out to touch them, but she stepped back,

"I'm not finished yet." She said.

Reaching behind, she eased the zip of her skirt down, the waist band fell from around her hips, she gave a little wriggle and the garment pooled around her ankles. First she stepped out with one foot, then the other, before kicking it aside. Her knickers matched her bra, delicate and sheer enough to reveal her dark bush, when she turned around, they stretched tightly across the cheeks of her ample arse.

"Well what do you think?" She asked.

It was funny watching her stand there in her lingerie, the nervousness and shyness had all but disappeared, hands on hips, she asked again,

"Well?"

I gave no answer, just slipped off the bed and knelt at her feet, slowly rubbing my hands up and down her legs, looking up, Beth had her eyes half closed and was chewing on her bottom lip. I moved closer, my face now just inches away from her pussy, the musk of her arousal filling my nose. Although I was still a virgin, I did once get to dine on a woman's pussy, when I say woman, I mean a woman, many years older than me, so I roughly knew what to do. Placing my hands on her bum, I pulled her towards me, kissing the coarse material that covered her pussy. I continued to tease her through her panties, running my tongue up and down, sucking on the fabric, teasing her pubic hairs with my teeth. Eventually slipping my fingers into the waistband, before pulling them down, Beth helped me remove them completely, before I tossed them aside. I was quite surprised to see that although Beth had quite a bit of pubic hair, it stopped just above her pussy, the rest was completely bald. There was already dew dripping from the walls of her vagina, she shuddered as I flicked my tongue out, scooping up her juices, tasting her unique flavour. She grabbed my head and pulled it deeper into her crotch, Beth moved her hips, allowing me better access to her lips, which I began to lick from top to bottom, stopping just short of her clit. Her legs shook a little as I continued to caress her lips with my tongue, her fingers moved to her love button, stroking the tiny head peeping out from beneath it's protective hood, I watched it throb, grow harder, as she gently circled it with her finger tip. It was too inviting, I had to suck it, feel it vibrate between my lips, opening my mouth, I enveloped it between my wet lips, the result was instant, she gripped my head tight, grinding herself against me, her juices flowed down, spilling upon me, hers legs shook,

"OH MY GOD!!!! I'M CUMMING!!!! DON'T STOP!!!! FUUCCKKKKK!!!! She screamed.

She continued to rock her hips, pushing herself tighter against my mouth, pulling on my hair, riding my face, I was soaked as she let forth a torrent of love honey, small explosions of pleasure rippled through her body, the after shocks of her orgasm, I had to hold on tight, not only to continue sucking her clit, but also preventing her from falling, round and around her hips jerked, pushing harder and harder against me.

Through panting breaths, she gasped,

"I'm ready."

She lay on the bed, legs spread wide apart as I undressed, my cock springing out from my underwear, it knew where it wanted to go. I withdrew the packet of condoms I purchased earlier,

"No need for them." She said.

I threw her a quizzical glance

"My period is due on Monday, I already have the signs, I planned the timing right, so today, it will be special, very special." She whispered.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes."

Positioning myself between her open legs, I placed my cock at the entrance of her pussy and pushed gently, but it would not go in, I tried a little harder, I held my cock in my hand and tried to break through the resistive barrier, then the inevitable happened, I came, shooting my spunk over her still virginal pussy.

"I'm sorry." I told her.

She cradled me in her arms, whispering,

"It's okay, we have all day. Roll onto your back."

Beth climbed upon me, placing her legs either side of my hips, I watched reach behind, unhook her bra, before slowly removing it, her bare breasts looked magnificent, compared to her pale skin, her areola and nipples looked brown and inviting, She bent forward, cupping one orb in her hand, she lowered it to my mouth, rubbing the hard strawberry button across my lips, she shivered as my tongue flicked slowly around it. She continued to push forward, feeding more and more of her tit into my mouth, as I sucked an chewed on the soft flesh, she began to move her hips, back and forth, sliding upon my still sticky cock, pushing her clit hard down upon it. Youth is a wonderful thing, I was soon becoming hard again, the more it grew, the higher she lifted herself off me, ensuring my head was in constant contact with her love button, she moved faster, pressed harder, I could feel her drip upon me. Then the magic moment arrived, in one fluid movement, she rose up, grabbed my cock, placed it at her entrance and plunged down.

"Ouch, that fucking hurt!!" She exclaimed in a loud voice as her defences were breached.

She remained motionless for a few minutes, allowing her body to adjust to my intrusion, before placing her hands upon my shoulders, then she began to slowly rise and lower herself upon my cock. Being a virgin, I knew she would be tight, be she had muscle control as well, on the downstroke she relaxed, allowing me to enter with some ease, but when she moved up, she gripped me like a vice, clamping me hard. Her tempo slowly increased, rising up until I was almost out before slamming down, my balls banging against her arse,

"I'm going to cum again." She repeated over and over.

Her body shook in ecstasy, as we continued to spend the day in bed, licking, sucking, fucking. She had countless orgasms, my balls were completely drained, I came in her mouth, her over my face, we had sex in the bed, on the floor, under the shower, even on the dining table. To lose one's virginity in such a way was incredible.

For the next year we continued like this, we'd meet, her knickers came down, anytime, any place, anywhere, rabbits had nothing on us.

Then came that fateful Friday night, as usual, I was to be found behind the counter at the local Y.M.C.A. It's where I trained, where I on the board of management, where I volunteered in exchange for free use of the facilities. The doors burst open and in marched my father and Beth's, both very, very angry. Beth's father threw a book at me, shouting,

"READ THIS."

I didn't have to, I already knew what it was, Beth's secret diary, in which she recorded every detail of our sex life. Where, when, what time, what position, how many times we came. Did we have sex or make love, receipts for lingerie, charts laying out dates for bareback or condoms. It was all there, in black and white. He accused me of being a rapist, paedophile and any other description you could think of, for abusing his naive daughter. He ranted on, telling me, I corrupted her, stole her innocence. Innocent, don't make me laugh she craved my cock, more than I desired her pussy, whenever we met her knickers hit the floor quicker than a lead balloon.

Then her father made a big mistake, he challenged me to come from behind the counter and take my beating like a man. That's where he came undone. You see I was a trained fighter, not a boxer or martial artist, but a fencer, fleet of foot, quick reactions, every punch or kick he aimed, I either stepped back, moved to the side or step inside, making it impossible to make contact. Like a drunk scrambling for his next drink, he lurched, banging into chairs, knocking against tables, then came his demise, thinking he had me trapped against the wall, he charged head first, hoping to use his weight to pin me against it. I waited and waited, saying to myself,

"Not yet, not yet."

Then just before the moment of impact, a quick weight change on my feet, I swivelled away, it was close as I felt his shoulder brush against my arm, before he hit the wall head first with a massive thud. He fell to his knees, covering his face, blood poured between his finger, he was crying out in pain. I grabbed a tea towel from behind the counted, threw it to my father and yelled,

"Get him out of here before I do him real damage."

When I got home, my parents were in bed, I suspect afraid to confront me.

The following morning, I received a phone call from Beth, informing me, that she doesn't ever want to see me again, that she could not trust a man with such a violent temper, someone quite prepared to inflict such a beating on an older man. I tried to plead my innocence, but to no avail,

"LIAR. She yelled, before slamming the phone down on me.

I thought to myself,

"That will be the last ever contact with her."

How wrong was I.