The sweetest fuck I have ever had to this day is my little cousin Michelle. It started back when we both lived with our parents, just down the block from each other. I still can’t believe my luck. Her stupid parents had me watching their gorgeous teen daughter when they went out for a night on the town. A few times even overnight. I was 4 years older than her, and just hitting my sexual prime. We would wrestle around on the floor like kids, which always got me rock hard. I could tell she was starting to notice my erection poking against her. She would always get red in the face and run off. As time went on, I would feel her up when we wrestled, and she stopped pushing me away after the first few times. The first time I really pushed things, she fought. I fucked her as she pushed against me, but even then I could see she was aroused. It turns out she wasn’t a virgin. She told me after that an older boy had fucked her at some treehouse a few weeks earlier. Since that first time I taught her everything, and we would fuck and suck from the time her parents shut the door to when we heard the garage door open hours later. As far as I know they never suspected anything. Clueless.
She went away to college when she was 19 and I hadn’t seen her for 7 years. She got married to one of these dotcom rich geeks last year. I was working for a construction company that traveled fairly often to build shopping centers in various towns, and our next project was in Silicon Valley where they settled into a sweet little mansion. I gave her a call the day before I left.
“Shell, how the hell are you?”
“Jon?” She said incredulously.
“Ya, you remember me don’t you?
“Yes..of course..it’s just..its been a while.”
“Well I have good news..I’m coming to town for a few weeks.”
Silence
“Still there”
“Yes, it’s just..I’’m married now..things are very different..the past..I regret all of that. You used me. I was young and stupid. Please don’t come here”
I somewhat expected this from her. I knew she had regrets because she hadn’t called or written for 7 years. I wasn’t the type to take no for an answer though, and she knew it.
“I’ll be there tomorrow night Shell”
“No, wait..don’t..”
Click. I hung up the phone, smirking.
I showed up at the door the next night. Her husband answered.
“Well hello Jon, Michelle said you would be coming. The guest room is right upstairs.”
“Thanks” I said as he struggled with one of my suitcases. He was 5-8, maybe 145. I was proud to be in the best shape ever at 6’ 195.