17 comments/ 157665 views/ 54 favorites Maggie's Crush By: jack_straw I grew up in a small town in the Midwest, in a pretty tight-knit neighborhood, and my best friend growing up was Wally Craft, who lived two doors down from my house. My family moved there when I was 8 and Wally and I hit it off right from the start. He watched us move in that summer, then came over and invited me to his house to play. From that moment until we graduated from high school, we were virtually inseparable. Wally and I were part of a slightly larger group that was unusually tight. Besides the two of us, there was Bernie, Four-Eyes, Jackie, Runt, Goofy and Fast Eddie. There were a few others who drifted in and out of the group, but that was the main core of the gang. Oh, and Maggie. Maggie was Wally's little sister, by three years, but she was part of the group as well. We didn't even think of her as a girl, because she was about as tall as the rest of us, and she liked to do the same things we did. You know, boy things. We rode our bikes all over town in the summer, played backyard football in the fall, had snowball fights in winter, had mud-wrestling contests in the wet spring months, played army and shot BB guns year round. And Mags more than held her own in all of those pursuits. Of course, the three of us – me, Wally and Maggie – were a little closer because I spent so much time at their house. It was a lot more fun than at my house. Mr. and Mrs. Craft were a fun-loving couple who seemed to be the ones who always organized the neighborhood picnics in the summer and the Christmas decorating in the winter. And they always had a place at their table for me. My house wasn't quite so welcoming. My dad was a Presbyterian minister, a rather solemn fellow who tried to be a strict parent, and my mom was a quiet, painfully shy woman who never seemed to be happy. I have two sisters who are much older than me, one by 11 years and the other by seven. They were both cut from the same cloth as my dad – quiet, reserved and very studious – and they look like my dad. On the other hand, I wasn't like either of my parents, or my sisters. Facially, I looked like my mom, but I had a rambunctious personality and I was always a little big for my age. People used to joke that I must have been some sort of throwback, because I was so different from my parents. My dad was a fairly small man in stature, standing maybe 5-foot-8 and slightly built, and my mom was about 5-3 and also slight of stature. But I grew to be 6-1, 180 pounds and I was always athletic. My mom and I were always pretty close, but my dad was always a little cool toward me, and that puzzled me until I was a freshman in college. Dad got sick and had to have a blood transfusion. My mom wasn't a compatible donor, and while my sisters had the same blood type as his, there was some problem with the Rh factor for one sister and the other was pregnant at the time. That left me. But when they tested my blood type, I learned that not only did I not have a compatible blood type with my dad, the type I did have could not have come from him. Which meant that he wasn't my real father. I confronted my mother about it and she weepily told me that she had had an affair and that I was the result. It had been at a town where they'd been living before, the man had been married, and Dad had decided to move and raise me as his own, because he couldn't have endured the scandal. That explained a lot of my parents' behavior patterns. It helped explain why Dad was never close to me and it explained why Mom quietly drank herself into an early grave. She drank gin day in and day out, because she thought it couldn't be detected on her breath, and she drank just enough to numb herself, I guess, to her inner torment. At any rate, my dad never recovered from his illness, he died soon thereafter, and Mom committed suicide less than a year later by swallowing some pills and washing them down with gin. After that, college didn't hold much appeal for me, so at the age of 19 I quit school and joined the Navy. The day after my mom's funeral, I went to the recruiting office, told them I was ready right then and I turned my back on the old town and the old gang, although Wally and I stayed in touch. I didn't figure I'd ever want to go back home, at least not for any length of time. Too many bad memories. But fate had a different idea. One day, while I was stationed at Groton, Conn., I got a call from Wally, and was he ever excited. He announced that he was getting married in six months, and asked if there was any way possible that I could come home and be in his wedding. I replied that unless something unforeseen occurred – a nuclear attack or some other national security issue – that I'd be there. Wally was going to marry Becky Welling, a girl from our town who was a year behind us in school. They had dated some in high school, but their relationship really blossomed when she joined Wally at the state university after two years at junior college. I was happy for Wally and Becky, but I was a little down that I had no one in my own life. I mean, I'd constructed my life in the military that way, keeping potential relationships at arm's length and pouring myself into my service. Still, everyone needs someone, and I wondered if I'd ever find my someone. By the time of the events in this story, I had been in the Navy almost four years, my commitment was almost complete and I was considering my options. My commanding officer was urging me to re-up and go to Officers Candidate School, saying I had everything the Navy wanted in an officer. But I was also considering going back to college, and I was also weighing the idea of taking a job in the working world. I was almost 23 and approaching a crossroads in my life. I had no significant other, just a few casual girlfriends, past and present, scattered all over the globe. The wedding was scheduled for a Saturday evening in late May, but I wanted to get there a few days early and visit with my old buddies. By then, I'd about decided to take the Navy up on its offer of four more years and a spot in OCS. But I wanted to wait until after the wedding, after visiting my past before I made a final decision. So on Tuesday, I flew into the airport nearest my old hometown, rented a car and drove back to the town I'd largely turned my back on nearly four years earlier. Of course, there was no question about where I was going to stay. I may have been gone all these years, but I was still family as far as Mr. and Mrs. Craft were concerned. Wally's grandparents had the "official" guest bedroom, but there was a day bed in the basement where I could bunk, and that was good enough for me. The first person I saw when I pulled into their driveway was Wally's little brother, Matt, who wasn't so little any more. He was 15 now and a strapping young man. Wally's mom came out to greet me with a very warm hug. "It's so good to see you, Nicky," she said, with just a little tear in her eyes. "You look good. The Navy's been good for you." "Well, it's helped me forget," I said. "If I'd stayed here ... I don't know, I just needed to get away." "I understand," Mrs. Craft said. "Still, you left a lot of people behind who love you and miss you. In fact, I know someone who's dying to see you." "Well, where is he?" I asked. "He?" Mrs. Craft said. "I was talking about Maggie. It's all she's talked about for a month. I can't tell you how excited she is that you're coming home. She's still at work, but she'll be home soon." That puzzled me a little, but I didn't give it much thought. I mean, Mags and I had been good friends and I figured she was eager to relive old times. I had basically left home when I was 18, and I hadn't laid eyes on Maggie in almost four years, at my mom's funeral. At the time, Maggie had been 16 and she was still a tall, kind of gawky kid, still more of a tomboy than anything else. She'd even had the same boyish haircut she'd always had. As far as I was concerned, she was what she'd always been, Wally's little sister, nothing more, nothing less. I sat in the little breakfast area in their house and chatted with Mrs. Craft for awhile, while she worked on dinner, getting her caught up with my life. I learned that Wally wouldn't be coming home until the next day, that he needed to tie up some loose ends at his work before he took a week and a half off. I told Mrs. Craft about the Navy and the fact that I was considering another four years. I was surprised when that drew a frown from Wally's mom. I guess I'd been there about an hour when a car pulled into the circle in front of their house. Seconds later, the side door by the kitchen opened up and Maggie Craft – or at least someone who claimed to be Maggie – burst through the door. "Nicky! God, it's soooo gooood to see you," she said as she wrapped herself around my body in a hug that sent shivers all the way up and down my spine and ended up at my cock. "Ah, um, thanks, I think," I said jokingly, then I sort of held her out as I tried to digest what my eyes were telling me. "Mags? Is that really you?" Gone was the tomboy – and the gawky, slightly insecure little girl – replaced by one of the most beautiful women I'd ever laid eyes on. I guess I should have expected it, because their mom is very pretty, but still I was shocked at the change in Maggie. She was still tall, right at six feet, but she'd filled out into some most enticing curves, even to the point of adding some rather pendulous – dare I say juicy? – breasts, and one of the most succulent butts I'd ever seen. But that was nothing compared to the changes in her face. I mean, she'd always been cute, but now? Now, her face had filled out, she'd let her light brown hair grow out into thick flowing waves that fell about her shoulders, and she'd discovered make-up, which she had always disdained when she was a kid. And the best part was her eyes. They had a deep blue sparkle to them, and they were giving me a look that had my groin on fire. Something else that was different, too, was her attire. She was dressed in a professional-looking suit, complete with skirt and mid-sized heels, which fit in with her summer job at one of the town's banks. Before, she'd always been strictly a jeans and T-shirt type. "Yes, silly, it's me," she said, and I couldn't resist. We hugged again, and this time I let my body take note of the changes, and she let her body take note of the changes in me. Suddenly, everything had changed between us. Suddenly, this wasn't just Wally's little sister, but a truly desirable woman, who had grown out of the girl I'd known for years. Suddenly, my future wasn't so clear-cut. "You look great!" I said quietly, as I gave her a real good once-over. "You look pretty good, too," she said in a very husky voice that dripped with desire. "Let me get changed, and then we can catch up on old times." I just shook my head as she bounced toward the stairs, but just before she disappeared, she leaned down and looked straight at me, smiled and winked at me. I swear, the whole exchange had me throbbing hard. Mrs. Craft had slipped out of the kitchen when Maggie arrived, and now she returned with a knowing smile on her face. She sat down at the table across from me and looked straight at me. "You know Maggie's had a crush on you since she was 7 or 8," Mrs. Craft said. "It liked to have broken her heart when you went off and joined the Navy. She's had a couple of boyfriends since she went off to college, but neither one was serious." "What about now?" I said. "She's not seeing anyone steady," she said. "In fact, I don't think she's even been on a date in several months. Ever since Wally said you were coming back for the wedding, she's been like a little kid on Christmas Eve." At that, Mrs. Craft got up to see about dinner and I was left to ponder a few things. I put my memory in gear, and I did recall that when we were kids, Maggie always seemed to end up on my team whenever we played football or had snowball fights. And, now that I thought about it, I recalled that she had always looked up to me, more so than her brother. She'd always seemed to hover around me, and I'd never really noticed it. Then she came back down, still beaming, dressed in a tight T-shirt and a low-cut pair of denim shorts. This was a little closer to the old Maggie, in terms of dress, but it was still sexy as hell. She smiled real big as she sat down across from me and we caught up on each other's lives. I learned that she'd just finished her sophomore year at the university, majoring in finance. She'd made the Dean's List her last semester, which didn't surprise me, since all of the Crafts are very smart people with a strong work ethic. "I hope you don't have any plans for tonight, because everyone's going to be at the Pub tonight, and they're all anxious to see you," Maggie said. "Oh, man, I'm so glad you're home." And as she said that, her bare toe slid up my leg, sending jolts of lust to my cock. I looked across the table at her and she just lightly ran her tongue over her lip. Now I was really confused. Not only had I learned that Maggie had had a crush on me since childhood, but she was sending out signals of availability that Stevie Wonder could see. Mr. Craft came home right about then, and greeted me warmly. He asked about my sisters, and I told him I hadn't seen or spoken to either of them since the previous Christmas. I'd never been close to either of them, and I think, subconsciously, they blamed me for our parents' demise. After dinner, I talked to Wally on the phone for a minute, then went down to shower and get dressed to go out. I went casual, with a pair of Bermuda shorts, Hawaiian-print shirt and topsiders. Maggie came down in a thin short-sleeved blouse, the same pair of shorts and sandals. She'd put on a little make-up, but not much. Hell, she didn't need much. I decided to let her drive in her vintage SUV, since she wasn't a drinker, and I figured I'd probably have a beer or three, if the gang I expected to find at the Pub was there. We headed out of the neighborhood, but instead of turning left onto the highway, into town, she turned right, out of town. "Where are we going?" I asked. "I wanted to talk, just the two of us alone, before we get swept up in old times," Maggie said, and she flashed me her million-dollar smile. As we drove, she asked me about my love life. "Is it true that all sailors have a woman in every port?" she said. "Uh, well, I've got a couple scattered about, but nothing I'm terribly interested in making s special trip to see," I said. "What about you. I'd think the guys at college would be beating down the doors trying to get to you." "I had a couple of boyfriends," she said. "They weren't bad, but they didn't measure up." "What do mean they didn't measure up?" I said. "I mean that every man I've ever had I compared to you, and they don't measure up," she said, and I looked over and saw a small tear sliding down her cheek. Just then, she turned off the highway onto a side road, and I had an inkling of where we were going. The parking spot. I'd been there with other girls during my high school days, and it was said that many a baby was made in that place. Sure enough, we ended up in a secluded spot along the banks of the small river that runs through town. She backed the Explorer into a spot, where we could see what was coming, and she shut off the engine. "Maggie?" I said softly. "Is it true, then, what your mom said? About you having a crush on me?" "Nicky, I've been in love with you since I was 9-years-old and first understood what the difference between boys and girls was," she whispered, moving her face close to mine. "I've dreamed about you. And fantasized about you." That was really all it took. She wrapped a hand around the back of my head and drew me to her and we kissed. Now, I had kissed her once before in a non-sisterly way, when I was 15 and she was 12. She'd asked me to show her how boys and girls kissed – really kissed – and I'd showed her. But that was nothing like what we experienced back there in the parking spot, among the cottonwoods, with the dusk closing in on the car. We kissed ravenously, all the time apart bursting forth in blossoming. As we sucked on each other's mouth, Maggie rolled over the console, onto my lap, our hands frantic to get at each other. It had been awhile since I'd had sex, and I was bursting hard. I realized, too, how much feeling I had for Maggie. Wally and I had always thought of ourselves as her protectors, me especially. If someone somewhere did something to hurt her, I was usually the one who extracted retribution, because I was usually the one she turned to. I hadn't ever given much thought to why that was; it just always seemed natural for me to watch Maggie's back. Wally, of course, did it because he was her big brother, but there wasn't any real reason for me to be so protective of her – other than that I loved her, without realizing it. We broke apart as we got each other's shirts open. I could see the heaving of her chest, as the desire tried to overwhelm her. I could also see her taut nipples poking into the thin material of her bra, which was utterly inadequate for holding the swell of her breasts. "Oh, God, Nicky, I've missed you so much," Maggie panted. "Please, please, love me." "Maggie, you are beautiful, so very, very beautiful," I said, and I meant it. She was absolutely a goddess. I reached up and flipped her tits out of the cups of her bra, filling my hands with her plump mounds, then rolling her nipples with my fingers. At the same time, she raked her fingernails along my chest, circling my pebble-like nipples with her fingers. Our groins were already working together, as we dry-humped each other in mounting passion. Our shirts were discarded, and Maggie stood up on the floorboard to unbutton her shorts. I helped her peel them off, her scanty panties coming off with them, and I slid my fingers between her long legs. Her pussy was framed by a well-trimmed bush of the same light-brown color as her hair, and her labia were pink and swollen with desire. And she was very, very wet, her juices covering my fingers as I swiped them up her furrow and into her hot, horny hole. There was no foreplay, no slow build-up. We were just two people anxious to get at each other like a pair of rutting animals, and I quickly had my shorts off in a pool on the floor. I leaned the seat back as far as it could go and lay back with my cock aimed at the sky. Maggie climbed over my hips, grabbed my cock at the base, eased the head up to her slit and impaled herself on me. We both gasped and moaned as Maggie quickly engulfed me with her cunt. I'm bigger than most guys in size, and a lot of women sometimes have trouble taking all of my cock. But she's bigger than most girls, and she took all of me just fine. I idly wondered, as she sank down onto me, which of her boyfriends had popped her cherry, and just the thought made me a little jealous, which surprised me a little. But I didn't worry much about it, because right about then I was thrusting my cock upward into the best pussy I'd ever had the pleasure of fucking. Maggie was a big enough girl to take all of me, but she was still reasonably tight and she had powerful legs. Our mouths met again as our pleasure flowed back and forth between each other, my cock relentlessly churning in Maggie's cunt. Then she threw her head back, swishing her long, glorious locks, and I could see the grimace of impending orgasm written on her face. "Ummmm, God, Nicky, it's so good," she panted. "Unnnnnnh, fuck me! Yeah, give it to me, give it all to me!" I watched fascinated as her pendulous tits bounced on her chest, and the sweat of our lust came up on her body. I could see Maggie starting to shimmy and shake as her climax began to come to a head. She buried her head in my shoulder and I held her tight as it washed over her. Maggie's Crush "Oh, Nicky, Nicky, Nicky, I ... I'm c-c-cummmmmin'," she wailed. It was all I could do to keep from spewing a humongous cumload right then, but I managed to maintain my control. I chuckled inwardly as I thought about the little Japanese girl in Yokohama who had taught me how to hold off my climax for as long as possible. Once Maggie's convulsions settled down, she looked at me with an odd look, hot but odd. I don't believe she expected me to be able to hold back my cum. I just smiled at her. "You've got a lot to learn about me," I whispered. I gently pulled her off of me, and she whimpered slightly as losing my cock, but I simply leaned her back against the dashboard. I gazed in lust at her widespread legs, with the gaping pussy between them, red and waiting for me. I got up on my knees on the seat, between Maggie's legs, gripped my cock tightly and drove it home once again. Maggie threw her head back and groaned loudly as I began to fuck her hard, driving my fat cock back and forth in her creamy cunt with all the power my muscular hips could produce. I held her by her chest and she wrapped her arms around my back, pulling me to her, and once again we kissed passionately. I could feel the rusty tingle in my groin that told me I was getting close, but I wanted to give Maggie at least one more climax before I came, and she was sitting on the edge. Her head was thrashing about and her body was jerking under me as we hurtled frantically toward our release. Cries, moans, gasps and squeals filled the night as I fucked Maggie relentlessly. I could see her eyes squeezed shut as she teetered on the brink. "Come on, Nicky!" she wailed. "Fuckme, fuckme, fuckme! Come in me! Give me every drop of it. I waaaaaaannnnnnt it!" As her body twitched like she'd grabbed a live electrical wire, I felt the thud in my stomach that told me I was over the edge. With a grunt and a long groan, I lurched forward and shot a quicksilver series of boiling hot cumshots deep in her clenching pussy. Our sweaty bodies slipped and slithered together as we spent ourselves in and on each other. I must have shot a dozen hard bolts of cum deep in Maggie's cunt, and we were panting hard as we finally felt the lust pass over us. I just held Maggie in my arms as I leaned back and let her cry on my shoulder. "Nicky?" she said through her tears. "I don't want this to ever end. I love you, Nicky Cox, and I'll love you forever." "Maggie, I need to say this, and I want you to understand," I said, as we started to put our clothes back on. "I think there has always been a little part of me that has loved you, at least like a little sister. And what we just experienced was wonderful, the best sex I could ever imagine. You're beautiful, desirable, intelligent, you're everything any man could ever want. But I don't know if I'm the right man for you." "What do you mean?" Maggie said. "I mean, that I may re-enlist and put in for OCS in a few months," I said. "And you've got two more years of college. Who knows where I'll be in two years, if I'm a naval officer. We need to take a couple of steps back and think about things before we plunge into love." "Oh, God," Maggie said, and I could see her bottom lip quivering. "I'm sorry. You think I'm a slut, don't you." "No, no, no, I don't," I said. "Yes, you do," she said. "I threw myself at you, because I was so damn horny for you. I came on too strong, and now you think I'm just some silly kid. And you just sat back and took advantage of me." "I wouldn't call it taking advantage of you," I said. "We both wanted it, and I'm not sure we could have stopped it, once we started. Believe me, Mags, I do love you and I do want you." "Spoken like the man who just got laid," she said, a trifle bitterly. "Well, damn it, what did you expect?" I said, and now I was starting to get upset. "Good-looking woman like you comes on to me like you did, I'm going to take advantage of it. OK? Is that what you wanted to hear? Come on, let's go." I drove, and the ride to The Pub passed in silence. I was kicking myself for the exchange, but what could I do? I didn't want to lie to her. We had something good going that could eventually become love, but I had too much on my plate to make that commitment right then. We pulled into the parking lot, and I turned to her. "Maggie?" I said. "I'm sorry about what I said. It's just that everything is so overwhelming right now. I have some serious decisions about my future that I need to make, and I have several options to consider, one of which is spending the rest of my life with you. But that's not a decision I can make based on 20 minutes of passion. Can you understand that?" "I do understand," Maggie said. "I'm sorry, too. I did come on a little strong, and I shouldn't have. But I do love you, Nicky, and I'll never stop loving you. I've waited this long, and as long as I have hope that you'll love me back, then I'm willing to wait as long as I have to." I kissed her tenderly, then we headed into The Pub to meet the gang. The Pub is the preferred yuppie hangout in the town. It's located near the community college, and caters to that crowd, but it also draws patrons from every sector of society. They come for the old, English-style tavern atmosphere, plus it has satellite TVs everywhere, first-class pool tables, foosball and serious darts. Among the crowd that night were Jackie, Jack Cooper, Four-Eyes, whose real name was Earl Beatty, and Goofy, Bucky Gibson, who got his nickname because he bore a physical resemblance to the Disney cartoon character. The nickname sounded derogatory, but he loved it, because it enabled him to successfully disguise his keen mind and rapier-like wit. Jackie and Four-Eyes – yes, he still wore glasses – had their wives with them, and Goofy was sitting with some sweet thing from the college. Introductions were made, greetings were exchanged and we sat down to catch up. After awhile, when Maggie wandered off to play foosball, Jackie pulled me aside and whispered to me conspiratorially. "So, did she finally reel you in?" he said. "What do you mean?" I said. "Maggie. Looks like she finally got what she's always wanted," he said. "What's that?" I said. "You, dummy," he laughed. "Poor girl's been carrying a torch for you since the day you left. Every time I ever see her, it's, 'Nicky this, and Nicky that.' I'm surprised she hasn't already jumped your bones." "And what makes you think she hasn't?" I said with a cat-ate-the-canary smile, then we laughed heartily. After playing foosball, Maggie came back and sat down next to me, and it was pretty evident that we were more than just casual friends. We stayed long enough for me to have three or four beers, then Maggie whispered that she needed to get going, because she had to be at work the next morning at 8 o'clock. "And I'm not done with you tonight," she said seductively. A few minutes later, we made our good-byes, then Goofy came over to me, clapped me on the shoulder, then looked me straight in the eye. "Nicky, old pal, that looks right," he said. "You and Mags. That's the way it always was and the way it should always be. Don't blow it by running off again." "I'm glad everyone is so interested in deciding my future for me," I said, maybe a little more crossly than I intended. "I'm not telling you what to do, brother," Goofy said. "But she's always been crazy about you, and I'd hate to see her heart get broken again." This time, Maggie drove home, and we were pretty quiet, lost in thought. Finally, as we turned off the highway into the neighborhood, Maggie spoke up. "Penny for your thoughts," she said. "Maggie, did I really break your heart when I went off to join the Navy?" I said. "Because if I did, I'm truly sorry." "I think what hurt me was you never even told me goodbye," she said, and I thought I detected a little catch in her voice that may have been the stifling of a sob. "I was just in such a fog about my mom's suicide that I wasn't thinking about anything but my own pain," I said. "And, apparently, I was the only person in town who didn't know you were madly in love with me." "Would it have made any difference?" she said. "Well, I'd have at least spoken to you before I left," I said. "But, I had to leave. There was too much emotional baggage here for me to deal with. And, besides, you were just a skinny little high school kid. You had some growing up to do." By then, we were parked in her driveway. "And now?" she whispered as she moved close to me. "Am I all grown up now?" "Very," I said softly as I drew her to me and we kissed again. And again, all of the passion that had always been there seemed to burst forth. After a few minutes of furious necking, we broke apart panting in our lust. "We'd better go in before you dad comes out and sees us," I said, as I moved to the door. "You don't have to worry about either of my parents," Maggie said with a chuckle. "Dad's usually crashed by now, and Mom won't mind what we do. She thinks you hung the moon. It makes her happy to know that you are taking this kind of interest in me." We went in the house, and we kissed again, then went our separate ways. She went upstairs to get ready for bed, and I headed down to the basement. I hesitated, then decided to get a shower. The Crafts' basement has a little half-bath with a shower, and I used that, then slipped on a pair of gym shorts. There was a little TV down there, so I flipped it on, and lay back on the little day bed/sofa to watch Late Night with David Letterman. My cock was tingling as I replayed the events of the evening in my mind, and I had just given it a good squeeze when I heard the door from upstairs open softly. I just stared as Maggie slowly, softly descended the stairs. Her hair was still damp from where she'd showered, and she'd slipped on a satin nightgown that hugged her curves and extended to mid-thigh. I could see her plump breasts jiggling invitingly, in no way hindered by the spaghetti straps of the gown. "I figured you'd still be up," she said in a husky voice, thick with lust. She sat on the bed and we came together, slow and easy. Our lips met and we kissed, passionately, but without the frantic urgency of earlier. I inhaled her aroma, and she smelled fresh, clean, like a woman who was ready for her man. I still wasn't sure what I was going to do about my future, but I decided then and there that if Maggie was determined to get me to quit the Navy and come home by fucking me to death, I'd let her do all of the persuading she wanted. As we kissed, I filled my hands with her tits, feeling the swell of her flesh, the stiffness of her nipples, all enhanced by the slick material of her gown. Her hands swept over my chest, down to my cock, which was hardening rapidly. Maggie had a wild look in her eyes as she broke our embrace and pushed me lightly onto the bed. She climbed up to the middle of the bed, between my legs, reached up and pulled my shorts off. My cock bounced up, hard and ready, with a ball of pre-cum already leaking from the tip. We just stared at each other as she hefted my dick in her soft hands, lightly stroking me with one hand and massaging my balls with the other. She slowly bent her head toward my crotch, until her mouth was hovering over the tip. She slipped her tongue out of her mouth, licked up the clear fluid that welled out of the end of my cock and ran it over her lips, as if she was savoring the taste. She pressed her attack then, leading with her tongue as she opened her mouth and slid my dick between her lips. She sucked me slowly, lovingly into her mouth and didn't stop until my cock hit the entrance to her throat. Maggie worked her mouth slowly up and down on my cock, and I just lay back and relished the feeling. As far as technique goes, her ability at fellatio wasn't quite up to the level of some of the whores I'd sampled in some exotic ports of call I'd visited. But the love she seemed to be putting into it more than made up for any deficiencies she may have exhibited. The fact that it was Maggie Craft – my Maggie, my best friend's little sister – who was giving me a first-rate blowjob made it all the more special. "Oh, Maggie, you do that so good," I said softly. I could see the smile in her eyes at the praise I'd given her. I knew she just wanted to please me, and that made me smile as well. I might have been content to give her a wet reward, but that's not really what I wanted. So I gently pried her mouth off my cock and pulled up to me. I got a good taste of myself as I kissed her, while I slid my hands under the hem of her nightgown. As I expected, I found no panties hindering my progress, and I squeezed her succulent butt as I pulled the gown up and over her head. When I had the gown discarded, I rolled her over onto her back, then just hovered over her for a second, making sure the snapshot of that moment was burned into my memory. There was Maggie, eyes dewy with lust, her light brown hair fanned across the pillow, her sensual lips slightly parted, her breasts standing tall on her chest. I could have gone ahead and fucked her right then and it would have been good, but I wanted to make it great. So I slid down the bed, between her legs. I reached under her butt for something to grab onto, and I got right up close to her fragrant pussy. I closed my eyes and just inhaled the intoxicating aroma of her. There was the unmistakable smell of arousal, along with the sweet scent of the soap she'd used earlier. And this time I got a real good look at her pretty pink pussy, with the modest inner lips splayed open for me. I had to taste her. I slid my tongue up her slit, and it was like cutting a slightly overripe fruit. The juice just flowed from her insides as I lapped at her sex. I licked at her hole, sucked her labia and tongued her clit. As Maggie writhed on the bed in mounting lust, I pursed my lips and sort of gnawed at her clit, working it almost like a small cock. "Aiiii! Yah!" she exclaimed as the climax began to come to a rapid head. "Ohhhhh, Niiiickyyy! Doooooo ittttttt!" And I did. I brought all the expertise I could muster on Maggie's steaming box, all the newfound lust I had for this girl, the woman I was more and more certain I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I sucked, licked, nibbled and fingered her twitching box, as her motions became more and more jerky. I held on tight to her butt as Maggie thrashed and moaned under my oral work, and it didn't take long before she stiffened for a pregnant second, then shivered and shuddered as a huge orgasm exploded through her body. "Oh God, Nicky!" she wailed. "S-s-s-s-oooooo g-g-g-goooood!" I just chuckled inside, because she hadn't seen anything yet. I didn't give her any time to recover, but pulled my mouth away from her crotch, got up on my knees and into position. I let my cock lead the way, and it seemed to know where to go. Maggie looked up at me with fire in her eyes as the head of my cock passed her opening and I slid in her hot pussy all the way to the hilt. "Oh, Nicky, fuck me!" she panted. "Fuck me hard, fuck me good. Make me your woman. Do me good." As good and as hot as the earlier coupling had been, this was truly an epic feeling, as Maggie wrapped her arms and legs around me and I began to fuck her at a hard, but measured pace. I worked my dick back and forth and all around, trying to find her inner hot spots, and she had a few, more than most women. And she was giving me back everything I was giving her. This was no passive lover at all. She worked her hips up and down and all around, in sync with my thrusts. "Oh, baby, that feels soooo goood," I whispered as I cradled her head in my hands. I was getting all sorts of tactile reactions as I churned my cock in her buttery cunt. I was getting jolts from the friction of our nipples coming together, from the way our sweaty bellies rubbed together, from the way Maggie's legs were working on my back. We were in our own little world, as Letterman provided the background noise. It seemed like hours, but it was probably only a few minutes until I saw the strain on Maggie's face, the pleading in her eyes, the jerking of her body as another massive orgasm built up steam in her body. And I could feel the crackle in my groin that spoke of a dire need for my own climax. The basement was filled with the sounds of our coupling – the coos, the gasps, the soft cries, the liquid sound of my cock in Maggie's juicy pussy – everything that gives lovers that extra little boost. "Come with me, baby," I said softly. "Come on, baby, come to Papa." With a soft throaty laugh, she threw her head back, sucked in a deep breath and let it flow over her body. If this climax wasn't quite as explosive as the one I'd given her a few minutes ago, in many ways it was more intense. It started as a low rumble deep in her hard core, and kept getting stronger, her body twitching, convulsing as she cried out softly. There was no stopping me now. I drove my cock relentlessly back and forth, hard and fast, as my orgasm overwhelmed me. I cried out as the rush swept from my scrotum, through my shaft and out the end of my cock. With a jerk, I exploded deep in Maggie's clenching cunt, and we held on to each other as if we were on a runaway train, kissing excitedly as I emptied myself deep in her womb. I knew in that moment what I was going to do with my life, and it didn't involve another four years in the Navy. I was hooked. I wanted Maggie Craft forever. I wanted to explore every inch of her delightful body, and I wanted to please her forever and ever. We laughed softly as we fluttered back to earth from our amazing climax. Finally, my deflated cock slid out of Maggie's dilated pussy, and I got a little thrill at the feeling of my cum as it poured out behind it. I held her close as we got our breathing under control. Then I looked deep in her eyes, and she stared back at me, love and devotion etched on her face. "Maggie, I love you," I said. "I don't think I can let you go again. I guess I didn't realize how much you meant to me, how much I meant to you. Maybe we both needed to grow up before we could get to where we needed to be. But our time has come, and I'm not going to let it slip past us." "Nicky, I'll be the best lover, the best wife you could ever have," Maggie said. "I can't bear the thought of a life without you. It's what I've dreamed of." I sent her back to her room then, with a kiss and a promise that we'd find time for each other later in the week. It was tough, though. Wally came home the next afternoon, and we went out together that night. I think he knew what was up the moment he saw Maggie and me together. I mean, it was pretty hard to hide. That night, deep into the Buds, he asked me about it. Typically, he didn't beat around the bush. "Nicky, did you fuck my sister last night?" he said. Hell, I couldn't lie to him, but I needed to answer in a diplomatic way. "Wally, she's a grown woman now," I said. "And I don't think I have to tell you how she's felt about me for a long time. Shit, everybody in town except me knew she's been waiting all this time for me to come home so she could get her hooks into me. So to answer your question, we fucked each other, and it was the best that I could ever imagine." "That's what I figured," he said. "Well, the only thing I ask is that you treat her right. We've been friends for a long time, and I don't want anything to jeopardize that friendship. But she's my baby sister, and you know how I feel about her." "Wally, you don't have to worry, I love her, and I'm going to marry her," I said. "I mean, I'm going to give it some time to grow, but unless something I don't expect happens, you can probably look forward to me being your brother." Maggie's Crush It was Friday before Maggie and I got together again, late that night after the rehearsal dinner. Maggie was going to be a bridesmaid, and naturally, we were paired off in the wedding party. She came down to the basement again, and it was every bit as good as before. During the interim, I quizzed Mr. and Mrs. Craft about job opportunities in the area, and Mr. Craft said he'd be happy to scout around for me, pass my name along and help me any way he could. He too saw what was budding between Maggie and me, and he made it plain that he approved, although I wondered if he would have been so approving if he had known about our basement tryst. At the reception, I danced with the bride once, in keeping with custom, but I spent most of the night dancing with Maggie, talking with Maggie and being with Maggie. Later, we made love again in the basement bed, and we stayed at it all night, storing up our love for the weeks we'd be apart. There were tears all around when I packed up my rental car the next day and headed back to the airport for my flight to Connecticut, but there was an understanding that it wasn't for long. When I reported for duty the next day, I informed my commanding officer that I had decided that I would not be serving another four years, but would take my discharge when my tour was up. I did give him the courtesy of telling him why I was leaving the service and he smiled. "Well, Cox, I'm disappointed that you won't be staying on," he said. "The Navy could use good men like you. But it sounds like you've got something good waiting on you back home." "I do, sir, something very good," I said with a smile. "She's had a crush on me for years, and I never realized it until I went back. Believe me, she's worth it." I left the Navy in mid-September, and took a job with a company in the town where the state university is located, so I could be close to Maggie, and on New Year's Eve, we announced our engagement. We were married exactly a year, less a day, after Wally's wedding. You never saw a more beautiful bride than when Maggie Craft came down that aisle to become my wife. As she did, I couldn't help thinking back to the skinny, gawky tomboy who attached herself to my heart when she was a little kid and never left. Sometimes childhood crushes don't amount to anything, but Maggie figured out early in life what she wanted, she never wavered from her desire, and when she got the chance, she made damn sure she got what she wanted. Lucky me.