When I first began going with Emily Hawkins, saw her mother as just another 40 year old. A woman from a different generation, albeit an attractive woman. I referred to her as Mrs Hawkins for two months after first meeting her, until such time as she came to see Emily and me as an ongoing concern. She then encouraged me to call her Melissa or Mel.
Emily was two years younger than me and had just turned 18 in 2011. We'd attended the same high school, but she had been into dance and arts, whereas I was more into sports. We hooked up at one of those summer parties out by the lake. I was full of beer and bravado and she was all smiles and happy to chat. Later on my mate Andy would tell me she had lined me up.
However it had come about, Emily was a slim, pretty girl and a good catch for any red blooded male. She was short at only around 5 foot 3, with curly blond hair that framed a love heart shaped face. We kissed and touched on that first night and I liked it. She was a good kisser. I slipped a hand in her blouse and noted her breasts were small, but perky.
On our first proper date I took her to a nice restaurant and she looked amazing in a short loose summer dress and ankle boots. We both lived at home with our parents, so following the meal I parked up and we kissed. Emily soon suggested we move to the back seat, where upon she began to shed her clothes.
"C'mon big boy. You're not shy are you?" she taunted, removing her bra.
I moved my gaze from her breasts to her blue eyes.
"You're beautiful," I said, with genuine sincerity.
"Yeah, well; my tits could be a bit bigger, but enough of that, you need to be undressed," she said moving to kiss me, placing a hand on the front of my jeans.
I moved my hand directly along her thigh to her panties, moving ahead much faster than I normally would. I felt a warm, moist dampness as she parted her legs to allow me more access. She lowered my fly, wormed her hand in and onto my already hard cock. She began to stroke it.
"Geeze, this girl is keen," I thought to myself, as our tongues danced a sensual tango.
Emily broke the kiss. Breathing deeply she took my hand and moved it up to her breast.
"I've been thinking about this since you first picked me up tonight. I could hardly concentrate on my meal for thinking about it. I need you in me now. Get your jeans off."
With that she moved her hands to her panties raised her butt and pulled them down her thighs. In the dim light I couldn't see her pussy, but she took my hand and placed it there.
"Clean shaven," I said, not meaning to say it out loud.
"You like that Daniel?" she asked clearly aware of the answer.
I began to rub on her lips which were already puffed up and inviting.
"Please," she said urgently, tugging at my belt.
I became a man possessed, ripping off my jeans and pulling them down to my calves, while she slipped out of her panties entirely.
"Hurry," she said as I laid her back and moved over the top of her, sucking a small pink nipple on the way.
Emily raised her legs, placing one foot on the top of the front seat and the other right up by her chest, offering me complete access. I rubbed my cock up and down her wet slit a couple of times, before she jerked her hips to indicate what she desired.
Locating her hole I slipped the head of my cock just inside her, moved it rapidly back and forth a few times and then gave her what she'd wanted for the past three hours.
"Yeessss," she cried with a release of breath as I drove half way in, before her snugness halted my progress.
I had never had such an open invitation to quickly fuck a beautiful woman. It was a dream come true. I pulled out and drove back in. Two repeats of this saw me bottom out and I didn't rest for a second. She wanted it fast and hard and I was happy to go with this.
"Oh yes, oh yes, that's good," Emily began and wouldn't cease talking until we finished.
While I thrust in, she met me with her own upward thrusts. It was hard and it was raunchy. The car was filled with the smells and sounds of fornication and this drove my desire higher still.
I thought she'd come quickly and felt it coming like a freight train.
"Oh my god; oh my god; oh my god; Yessssss," she cried, as her pussy soon contracted around my cock.
Feeling this I could contain myself no longer. I held myself fully inside of her and released my seed deep into her womb. We savoured our mutual bliss.
When our orgasm's finished I collapsed on top of her.
"Fuck that was intense," I eventually got out, still out of breath.
"Daniel, you need to get off me, your squashing me."
As I propped myself up above her she giggled.
"You reckon we're going out now?" she said smiling up at me and looking like the most beautiful thing I'd ever laid eyes on.
"I reckon," I said.
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Not surprisingly, after a start like that, we couldn't get enough of each other. In the car, at the lake, in the park, in a room at parties. We were like rabbits and she was usually the instigator. I honestly thought all my Christmases had come at once. Pretty, slim, outgoing personality and with a huge sex drive. Emily was the dream girlfriend.
About two weeks on, Emily announced that she wanted to have sex in her own bed. We'd barely talked about family, so this came as a bit of a surprise.
"What about your parents?" I asked.
"Well, they won't be watching," she said, showing that sense of humour I loved as much as anything about her.
"Yeah, but..."
"They're not my parents. Well Melissa's my Mum, but Jason has only been around for five years and who knows how much longer he'll be here. My Dad and Mum divorced when I was five and he lives on the West Coast now. I don't see him much."
I wasn't too interested in the family makeup, being more concerned about someone catching me in their house, inside Emily.
"Yeah, but sex at your house is a bit of a risk."
"We'll be OK. They work in the day, and are often out at night. We'll have the place to ourselves most of the time."
"Well, Ok, if you reckon."
"I'll start by bringing you around for dinner so neighbours get used to you coming and going."
