2 comments/ 28139 views/ 8 favorites Childhood Sweethearts All Grown Up By: FerdGerfel This story is based on actual events. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. I always say that I have the movie Forrest Gump to thank for one of the greatest nights of my life. Sounds like a crazy thing to say, right? Let me explain. I'm sure most people had a childhood sweetheart growing up. Mine was named Jenny. No, just kidding. Her name was Nancy. She was the daughter of one of my family's friends. She was born about 10 months after I was, and her mother always (jokingly, I think) referred to me as her 'future son'. She was in some of my earliest memories, play-dates and parties and the like. Then, when I was 5, my parents moved us an hour away. End of story, right? No, not really. I would come and stay with my family during summer and holiday breaks, and my grandmother would always be sure to include Nancy in whatever was going on. Trips to amusement parks, zoos, toy stores. It was some of my happiest childhood memories and Nancy was there too. I remember one night that Nancy stayed over my grandmother's house with me. We pulled a second bed into the back bedroom and stayed up half the night playing with our new toys and talking. Ahh, the innocence of childhood. Her family came to my elementary school graduation party. We had a pool in our yard, with a big blow-up boat. We flipped the boat over and hid underneath it, enjoying the echo effect of the enclosed space under the water. We just stood there talking with just our heads over the water for what seemed like forever. It felt like we were the only two people in the world. Sadly, that summer her parents moved an hour in the opposite direction, so now we lived two hours away from each other. We were able to see each other about once a year over the next few years when they were invited to our more major family events, but to my dismay our families had a minor falling out and eventually drifted apart. A visit to her house when I was 14 was the last time I saw her or heard from her for quite some time. I'm sure things like that happen to everyone. But I was never able to forget her. It didn't help that she was the 'it' girl when puberty hit me. She became the star of every budding sexual fantasy I had. I would just lie in bed and let my mind wander from fantasy to fantasy for hours, wherever my inexperienced teenage mind could take me. Maybe that's why it became ingrained in me that somehow we'd be together again. I was home for winter break during my sophomore year of college when I watched Forrest Gump. Watching Jenny flit in and out of Forrest's life brought back vivid memories of Nancy. I knew she was out there, somewhere, and the desire to speak to her again suddenly became overwhelming. Still, I hemmed and hawed over it for another couple of months. It didn't help that I was having an awful semester in college. I wasn't doing well in my classes or my social life. Eventually, Nancy's birthday was approaching, and I finally made the decision to get her address and send her a birthday card. I wasn't really expecting anything to happen, especially since my life was going so awfully, it just didn't seem like anything positive could come out of this, either. As much as I hoped things would turn out okay, I took to calling it 'operation banging my head against the wall'. Still, I dropped the card in the mail and tried not to wonder if anything would come of it. I'll never forget the day I got her letter. I had gone out to a club with a couple of friends the night before and didn't get back to the dorm until 2am. I don't know why I did it. I really had no interest in clubbing and had never gone before. I guess in my depression I started feeling like doing unusual things. Of course, I had a miserable time. I tried dancing for a while but hated the music and the crowds. I ended up sitting in a chair in a corner, zoned out while I waited for my friends to get their fill and take me home. I ended up sleeping through my Friday morning classes, but those were the ones that I was flunking, anyway. What good would being there do me? I eventually got out of bed and ate breakfast, then went to the student union to check my mailbox. There was a letter from Nancy in there! I was so happy, I was like, jumping up and down happy. I raced back up to the dorm to read it. She said she was surprised but glad to hear from me and she hoped that we could get to know each other again. But first, I had a second 'night out' to go through. A guy a sort of knew was pressing me to go out with him because he wanted to 'corrupt me'. And in the worst of my self-destructive doldrums I had agreed to let him give it his best shot Saturday night. Unfortunately, I didn't feel self-destructive anymore. Another long, uncomfortable night of going to seedy bars and clubs followed, after which I was so happy to make it home unscathed that I got on my hands and knees and kissed the floor of my dorm. It was Sunday afternoon when I wrote her back. I remember camping out on my bed in front of a spring training baseball game. It was 1995, when the strike was still on and they had brought in replacement players, building teams full of has-beens and never-weres that only a serious baseball buff like me would recognize. I found it endlessly amusing. Also, since it was 1995 we were writing each other actual letters, not e-mails. I actually had a school-issued e-mail account in those days but I wasn't quite sure what to do with it yet. I wrote Nancy a long, happy letter. She had asked me to enclose a picture of myself, so I found a picture of myself in a tuxedo from one of the school concerts that was lying around, in which I looked dapper, but scruffy. I asked her to send one back. Nancy's reply came back a week or so later. Nancy was an aspiring singer/actress, so she enclosed a 'head shot'. She had grown into a very pretty young woman, with long brown hair and brown eyes. She was smiling in the picture with her chin resting on her hand. She actually brought up the possibility of getting together sometime. It seemed unlikely at the time because we were states away, but fate was on my side. My aunt and uncle had recently moved to the same town as Nancy's family and, as luck would have it, that's where we were going during the Easter holidays for a night. I wrote her back and told her (it was 1995, not 1895, lord knows why we didn't just start talking on the phone at this point), and she responded that that would be great. Life was changing rapidly for me in those days. I had had an amazing epiphany that led me to change my educational track so starting next semester I would have a new major, and this one I would perform well in, thankfully. I knew I only had to suffer through the rest of this semester and then I would be okay. Finally, Easter break rolled around. I arrived at my aunt and uncle's house, and called Nancy. My grandparents of all people were going to drop me off at her house for the afternoon (I did actually have a driver's license, so lord knows why I didn't just borrow my parents' car, I think the problem was that I didn't know where I was going, and before GPS or cell phones, getting lost would be a problem). I knocked on the door, my heart pounding in my chest. Nancy opened the door. She was wearing glasses, a tight sweater and jeans. Glasses might be a turnoff for some people, but for me glasses make a woman look smart and sexy. She was about 5' 6" and thin. After some pleasantries, my grandparents left us alone. Nancy was alone in her house. Her family went to Las Vegas during the break, but she stayed behind. I got a brief tour of the house, and then we settled into her kitchen. Nancy pulled out an amazing picture of the two of us as toddlers standing up in her playpen. It was incredible to think that we had known each other practically all of our lives, and here we were, all grown up. Conversation flowed easily between us. It always had, even as children. We talked about our families, our friends, our interests, and our schools, as the afternoon flew by. I was the one who could recall the most of our times together. I had a much better memory than she did. I kept glancing at the clock because I knew by 6pm I'd have to be back with my family for dinner. The time went by all-too-fast. Nancy gave me a ride back to my aunt and uncle's house, and when we got there she suggested that maybe I could come back later and we could watch a movie or something. I said that sounded like a great idea. The phone number that I had called her on before (I got it from my family) was her parents' phone. She gave me her own phone number by writing it in lipstick on the back of a business card. That card stayed in my wallet until the wallet itself fell apart years later. Nancy came inside to say hello, but declined an invitation to stay for dinner. My family's dinners were always agonizingly slow and boring affairs, so you could imagine how time dragged by this particular evening. Finally, the cleanup began and I ran to the phone to call Nancy. She came back and picked me up, with my aunt handing me a key and telling me not to worry about how late I came back. Nancy drove us to a Blockbuster, and we set out looking for a movie to watch. We decided we wanted to see something neither of us had seen before. Somehow we eventually settled on The Mask, with Jim Carrey and Cameron Diaz. Well, it was something neither of us had seen before, at least. We went back to Nancy's house and settled on the couch in her living room to watch it. We sat reclining on opposite sides of the couch. We were maybe halfway through the movie when it happened. I happened to look over and saw that Nancy had started rubbing the back of her neck with her hand. "I have a stiff neck," she said, "Can you rub it?" Most guys would have picked up on that subtle signal, but I was still young and naïve. I tentatively slid over to her side of the couch and started to rub the back of her neck with one of my hands. It probably seemed to Nancy that I wasn't interested in her, but, well, of course I was! I was just really nervous. Luckily for both of us, she had one more trick up her sleeve. "Don't worry, I won't attack you or anything," she said, turning to look me right in the eyes. I don't know what it was, whether it was the way she said it or the way she was looking at me, but suddenly something clicked in the back of my mind. Nancy wanted me to kiss her! I was sure of it! Well, I was pretty sure of it. How could I know for sure without making an ass of myself? I had known this girl all of my life and I definitely didn't want to make a wrong move and ruin our newly-rekindled friendship. We were close to each other, face-to-face, and to test my theory I slowly started to move closer to her. Nancy was closing the gap on her end. My heart started pounding so loudly I was sure that she heard it. I was right! It seemed like it took forever for us to close that small gap between us, like in one of those romantic movies. I felt my brain kick into overdrive, eager to remember every moment, every sensation of what was to come. Finally, our lips met. We had kissed before, little chaste kisses on the lips, but this was different. We kissed slowly, lips seeking out lips. After a while we sunk a little more into each other, our mouths opening and our tongues beginning to probe. I slid my tongue between her teeth and tickled her tongue with mine. I was rewarded with a moan from Nancy. She pressed forward until she wrapped her arms around me and pushed me gently backwards onto the couch. We settled in that way, with her lying on top of me on the couch, arms wrapped around each other and hands in each other's hair, kissing feverishly. I could have stayed like that forever. Even kissing Nancy was beyond my wildest dreams. It was one of those life-altering experiences, where you knew that you would wake up in the morning and things would never be the same. After what could have been days but was probably only several minutes Nancy lifted herself off of me and took off her glasses. She also surprised me by pulling her multi-colored sweater off of herself, revealing a tight white shirt underneath. It was then that I realized that I was also getting warm, and scooted into a sitting position underneath her to shrug off my denim button-down shirt that I was wearing unbuttoned over a t-shirt. Once I was able to pull it down my arms and toss it aside, the kissing resumed. I could have kissed those lips forever, but Nancy broke away and began to kiss and suck on my neck. I took her cue and began to kiss her neck whenever it was within reach. I began to run my hands up and down her back, and then almost by accident slid them underneath her shirt. Now I was running my hands up and down her bare back. I was surprised when I realized that there was no bra strap. My desire to touch her breasts was almost overwhelming, but I wasn't sure how far Nancy wanted to take things. Nancy finished kissing around my neck and shoulders, and moved back to my lips, pressing herself against me again. I took the initiative and slowly started maneuvering us on the couch until we were side-by-side. I'm not even sure what I was trying to accomplish. I think I just wanted my turn on top, you know? We wrestled around on our sides for a while, kissing while our free hands ran over our backs, our legs intertwining. Eventually I reached around her back and pulled her beneath me. I was tall but very thin in college, about 5' 11" and 125 pounds, so I wasn't heavy at all. I pressed my lips into hers roughly, like I was trying to consume her. I could feel her breasts crushed against my chest, and my crotch pressed up against hers. I pressed my whole body against her as if I was trying to merge with her. It was Nancy's turn to slide her hands underneath my shirt and rub up and down my bare back, scratching me with her nails. She also began to slide her right leg up and down my left, which was also giving me better access to her crotch. I could feel my erection pressing into her, and I'm sure she could too. It obviously wasn't slowing us down. In fact Nancy had started slowly moving her hips against my erection. We continued like that for a while, kissing and rubbing up against each other. We were probably both getting more and more turned on. Eventually Nancy broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, "Do you want to go to my room?" "Sure," I said, and climbed off of her. I offered her a hand and pulled her off the couch and right back into me for another long kiss, our hands running all over our backs. By now the movie had ended and the TV had gone dark. Nancy broke away, took my hand and led me through her house. It was almost completely dark in her house, the only light coming from appliances and the glow from the street outside the windows, so I had to rely on Nancy to lead me around. I had taken a brief tour of the house when I first got there that afternoon but Nancy had whisked me by her bedroom pretty quickly. One thing I did remember was that Nancy had put a blanket up over her window so that her room was completely dark. She led me over to where I vaguely remembered seeing her bed and let go of my hand. I was standing in darkness and I didn't know what Nancy was doing. My heart was thumping before but now it started pounding again. I suddenly felt Nancy's hands groping around my waist. She latched onto my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Once it was off Nancy kissed me again, pressing against me. I was shocked to feel her naked breasts against my naked skin. More turned on than ever, I grabbed her in a bear hug and kissed her as hard as I could. Eventually I started feeling around for her bed with my left hand. I couldn't see anything in the darkness, but luckily it turned out that Nancy had stationed me right by the edge of her bed. Once I was sure of where it was, I grabbed Nancy and all but threw her down on the bed. I climbed on top of her and kissed her, but I was dying to get my hands on her breasts. I reached down and began to fondle them as I kissed her. Her breasts were soft but firm, and more than a handful. I would have loved to go slowly, gently touching every inch of her, but I was caught up in the passion and fondled them roughly, urgently, kneading them with my hands and pulling on her nipples with my fingers until they were hard. Nancy didn't seem to mind at all, in fact she grabbed my hands and held them to her breasts as encouragement for what I was doing. Suddenly Nancy's hands were at my waist again, unbuttoning my jeans. She unbuttoned them and began to pull them down my hips. Once she realized she couldn't move them any further from her position, she rolled me off of her and onto my back. She stood up and pulled my jeans off of me. I could hear her unbuttoning and pulling off her own jeans. Nancy climbed back onto me, and now we were both reduced to our underwear. She pressed herself against me, breasts against my chest, crotch against my crotch, and kissed me again. We had been in that position before when we were dressed, but nearly naked was a completely different experience. There was much more skin-to-skin contact, and now I could feel the heat of her crotch as it pressed against mine, and I'm sure it made a difference in how she could feel my erection as well. Our passion was getting the better of both of us now, and we started wrestling back and forth as we kissed each other hungrily and pressed our hips against each other. Whoever was on top would be grabbing the other's ass, helping to press our crotches together. Eventually I rolled on top of her, rubbing my erection against the warm spot between her legs. We were dry-humping with abandon, and I could feel myself getting more and more turned on by the stimulation. Suddenly I felt the unmistakable build of a pending climax, and I pulled away from Nancy. "What's wrong?" She asked. "I'm getting... umm... close," I replied. "Oh," she said. I was still on top of her, hovering over her, and suddenly I felt one of her hands pressing against my crotch. "Lie back," she said. I actually thought about protesting. In my crazy inexperienced 19-year-old mind it was perfectly fine to make out and take your clothes off and rub up against each other, but actually having an orgasm was crossing an invisible line. Luckily I was just so turned on by that point that my 'other head' prevailed and I obediently rolled onto my back. It turned out that Nancy wasn't going to try to get me off then anyway. Nancy grabbed my underwear and pulled it over my erection and down my legs. She took off my socks, too, for good measure, so now I was completely naked. "I'll give you a few minutes to cool down," Nancy said, and lay down by my side, snuggling against me. "I'm not going to be able to cool down like this," I whispered. I knew we were alone, but I couldn't help but whisper. Nancy started running a finger up and down my chest. I responded by taking my left hand and slowly tracing it down her stomach and onto her panties. I began to trace the outline of her pussy through her panties. Nancy responded by sliding her left leg over me, giving me better access. I touched her like that for a minute, feeling her wetness already seeping through, and then moved her panties aside and began to touch her naked pussy. Nancy squirmed in response, and began sliding her leg up and down mine. I took my hand and slid it down the front of her panties instead of going from the side. I slowly explored my way through her pubic hair and all around the folds of her vagina. I took my time, trying to memorize every inch of her by feel. Not to be outdone, I took my right hand and began to touch and squeeze her left breast. Nancy reached out to my penis with her left hand and began to stroke me, but I was much further away from orgasm by this point. Nancy was lying against my ear, breathing and moaning. I began to slide my fingers up and down the length of her pussy. Childhood Sweethearts All Grown Up Ch. 02 This is the second part of the story. Please read part one to find out how things got the way they are. * We laid together in silent afterglow for the longest time, each of us lost in our own thoughts. The last thing Nancy had said, about having more fantasies she would like to live out, stuck in my mind. I kept thinking about my pubescent fantasies, and all of the nights I would lie awake thinking about my various kinks and fetishes, usually with Nancy as the star. Was I about to live some of them out for real? Eventually Nancy broke the silent reverie. "So..." she said, her lips so close to my ear she barely had to whisper, "What kind of fantasies do you have?" I was hoping I wouldn't have to go first. What if she found my fantasies disgusting? I was silent for a while, trying to build up the courage to say what I wanted and trying to find the right way to say it. "It's okay," Nancy said, "You can tell me. The worst thing I'm going to say is no." I took a deep breath, "Well, I kind of have a food fetish," I said quietly. I think it originated from seeing 9 ½ Weeks. If you didn't have a food fetish after seeing that movie, you never would. "I would like to, you know, eat food off of you." I said, and then waited tensely for her response. Nancy leaned over and kissed me. "Do you think you can find your way back to the kitchen?" She asked. I nodded, but it was pitch black. "Yeah," I said. "Okay, go raid the kitchen for whatever you want," Nancy said, "Meanwhile I'll get ready for my fantasy." I bounced out of Nancy's bed and groped my way through the darkness. I stopped at a bathroom first and cleaned myself up a bit. I heard a sink running somewhere else in the house so I was sure Nancy was doing the same. After I was done, I found my way to the kitchen which was bathed in an eerie glow from the appliance clocks. I opened up the refrigerator door and immediately grabbed a bottle of maple syrup and a can of whipped cream. Next, I searched through the cabinets and took a jar of peanut butter. This was going to be so messy, I thought to myself. I hoped Nancy wouldn't mind. I came back to Nancy's bedroom and found that she had turned on a small lamp, bathing the room in a soft glow. Nancy was standing in a corner of the room, dressed now in a silk robe that was clumsily tied around her waist, covering her breasts but leaving a bare strip along her front and down her thigh. It was undeniably sexy and I could feel myself getting hard again. I'm sure she could tell since I was still naked. Nancy was looking at the jars of food in my arms. "Good choices," she said, "But I think we're going to get sticky." "We might have to shower after this," I said. "Not to mention wash the sheets," Nancy added, "But don't worry about it. You live out your fantasy and I get to live out mine. I think we can actually do it at the same time," Nancy said, moving closer to me and the bed and undoing the sash on her robe, pulling it completely loose from her robe and holding it out to me. "I want to be tied up," Nancy said. "Okay," I said, turning my gaze to her bed and trying to determine the best way to tie her to it. I don't know why I bothered, I'm sure Nancy had already worked all of that out a long time ago. Nancy had a wooden headboard and as she beckoned me to follow her to the bed I could see how I could tie her to the wood posts. Nancy lay down on the bed with her robe still on but completely open, exposing her naked body to me. She stretched out luxuriously, her arms reaching toward the headboard where I obediently began to tie the sash around one of the wood posts, and then around her wrists. I tied her wrists snugly, but not too tight. She definitely could have gotten herself loose if she wanted to, but I think it was the sensation of bondage that she was going for, not the reality. I finished tying her, and then gazed down at her lying naked beneath me. We kissed, long and slow, and then I turned to reach for the can of whipped cream that I put at the corner of her queen-sized bed. Nancy opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue at me. I shook the can and sprayed some whipped cream on her tongue. We kissed again, swirling the whipped cream between our tongues and getting it all over our faces. Next, I sprayed a trail of whipped cream from her neck to her belly button. I started at her neck and slowly worked my way down, licking and sucking at her skin as I ate through the whipped cream. Once I reached her belly button I sprayed some more whipped cream right over both of her nipples. I looked at Nancy who smiled and playfully pulled at her restraints. I ate the whipped cream off of her breasts, first one and then the other, pausing long enough to kiss and suck on each nipple until it got hard. Nancy moaned and squirmed from the attention she was receiving. I reached back again and took the bottle of maple syrup, opening it and carefully pouring just a little bit in the center of her neck. I began to kiss and suck at her neck, spreading the sweet, sticky syrup as I went. I poured some more on her collarbone, with too much spilling out and onto her silk robe spread out beneath her. I looked at Nancy to apologize. "Don't worry, it's going right in the wash," she said. "Just keep doing what you're doing. It feels really good." Emboldened, I licked and sucked the maple syrup off of her collarbone and neck, and then did the same thing to the other side. I put just a tiny bit on each nipple and licked it off again, keeping each nipple hard. I poured some more down her chest and watched it pool in her belly button and down her sides. I stuck my tongue out and followed the trail the maple syrup took, pausing to lick and suck every drop out of her belly button. Nancy squirmed as I tickled her sides with my tongue. When I finished licking every bit of maple syrup off of her, I kissed Nancy again as I fondled her sticky nipples, trying to keep them erect. Next, I took the jar of peanut butter. I scooped some out of the jar with my fingers and spread it on Nancy's lips. I kissed her again, tasting the peanut butter. I slowly worked my way down her body, putting globs of peanut butter on her neck, her breasts, and her stomach, and then licking them off. I put a glob on each thigh and then ate them off. I paused, thinking about what I should do next. Nancy watched me expectantly. In the back of my mind I knew I wanted to try and go down on her, but I had never done it before, and I was worried that I wouldn't like it, or that I wouldn't do a good job. Finally, I just decided to go for it. I took the whipped cream again and aimed it between her legs. Nancy obediently opened her legs wide. I sprayed whipped cream on the inside of each of her thighs and ate my way from her knees in. Then I shook the can and took aim right at her pussy. Nancy flinched as I sprayed a glob of whipped cream right on her pussy. I closed my eyes and moved slowly towards her crotch until I felt whipped cream on my face. I ate my way through the barrier of whipped cream until I could feel the soft hairy covering the fleshiness of her pussy underneath. I gave her pussy a lick. I tasted more whipped cream than her, but the odd feeling of her pussy on my tongue left me at a loss for a similar feeling. Was the inside of a pussy like the inside of a mouth? Not really. I couldn't describe it. I was wrapped up in my thoughts, so much so that I almost didn't notice Nancy moaning and squirming in response to my attention. She thrust her pussy towards my face. I took it as a sign that I was doing something good. I continued to lick my way around her pussy, burrowing my way through her pussy hairs until I found the little lump that must have been her clitoris. I paused to pull a pussy hair out of my mouth and began to work on her clitoris, licking little circles around it and then licking the whole thing with broad strokes of my tongue. Nancy was clearly enjoying herself, moaning and writhing. She was moving her legs around aimlessly, and then she placed them both on my back, surrounding my head with her thighs and stopping just short of crushing my head between her legs. Being tied up and all the attention I was giving her had her really turned on. Sensing she was getting close, I took my left hand and inserted a finger into her pussy while I continued to lick at her clitoris, all the while trying to keep her pussy hairs away from my mouth with her right. It only took about a minute of this double stimulation to bring her to orgasm. She started to buck her hips, which made it hard to keep my mouth on her clitoris, but then she wrapped her legs around my head, pressing me to her and keeping my mouth where it was through her orgasm. I just tried to ride out the storm, licking and finger-fucking her as best I could. It went on and on, but finally Nancy relaxed. I stopped what I was doing and slowly climbed up her until we were face to face. Nancy kissed me, tasting herself on my lips. "Wow," she said, "That was amazing. Thank you." "My pleasure," I said with a smile. "Being tied up like that, feeling like I had no control... made it so much more intense," Nancy said. I felt her pull at the sash that kept her tied to the bed. "Umm... could you get me loose?" I thought she was joking because I didn't tie her too tightly, but she wasn't. Somehow when she was thrashing around she managed to secure the sash more tightly around her wrists. You could see that it was starting to cut off the circulation. It took a minute to undo the knot, but I got her loose. She thanked me and started shaking her hands and rubbing her wrists to get the circulation back. Once she felt better, we both sort of took notice of the position we were in at the same time. I had shimmied my way up her to get her loose and I was sitting astride her chest, with my erection not far from her head. Nancy gave me a wicked smile. "My turn," she said, and then she reached for the can of whipped cream. "Lie down," she instructed me, and I obediently turned and lay down beside her, my seven inch erection pointing in the air. Nancy shook the can and then looked me over thoughtfully, her eyes moving over my hairy chest. She sprayed some whipped cream on my neck and clavicle, where I wasn't hairy, and proceeded to lick it off, careful not to get any whipped cream in her long brown hair. Then she sprayed a bit on each of my nipples and quickly licked it off, followed by a glob in my belly button. She gave me another glance, and then sprayed it right on my hard cock. I was so turned on that the sensation of the whipped cream alone was almost enough to make me come. "Oh my god," I whispered as I could feel Nancy's tongue touch my shaft through the whipped cream. "I'm not going to last long." "That's okay," Nancy whispered back between licks. She was licking along my shaft like it was an ice cream cone, and I could feel my cock twitch during one particularly long lick. Once the whipped cream was gone she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock with one hand, and sprayed me with more whipped cream with the other. The feeling of her hand sliding up and down my slippery shaft was unbelievable, and I began to move my hips in rhythm with her stroking. Nancy began to lick the tip of my penis, and that was what brought me over the edge. "Ugh, I'm coming," I moaned. Nancy moved her head away but kept stroking as I shot my load all over her hand and my pubic area. Nancy was staring thoughtfully at the cum on her hand. "Okay, shower time," she said, and grabbed me with her other hand and pulled me toward the bathroom. We took a quick shower together. We kissed a little and groped a little but mostly just washed each other off. Then we threw her robe and her sheets in the wash. I helped Nancy put new sheets on the bed. By then I think we were both worn out. Nancy lay down on the bed and patted the spot beside her. "Come, lie down," she said. I gave another fleeting thought to my family, hoping nobody was sitting up and wondering where I was. I got in bed together and we snuggled up close. Before I knew it we were both asleep. I awoke a few hours later, momentarily surprised to find myself naked and entangled with an equally naked Nancy. The events of the last night quickly came back to me, and I smiled and gave Nancy a little squeeze. The morning sun was shining faintly around the blanket covering her bedroom window. Nancy stirred, and then looked at me and smiled. "Good morning," I said. Nancy moaned and shut her eyes in response. There was so much I wanted to say in that moment, everything that had gone unsaid through our childhood and adolescence. "Nancy..." I began. Nancy opened her eyes again. "You have to go, don't you," she said, and she didn't say it angrily, more like as a sad resignation to the truth. "Yeah, I guess," I said, "We were supposed to go back home this morning, even though I have a whole week of spring break and no plans..." "And unfortunately mine is over," Nancy said, "And my parents are coming home this afternoon." "Oh," I said. "Let's get dressed," Nancy said, and she untangled herself from me and went to her closet. I went from the bedroom to the living room, picking up my clothes and redressing. I found that the TV was still on and the DVD was still in the player. I turned everything off as Nancy joined me, dressed in a sweater and jeans. "Ready to go?" She asked. The ride back to my aunt's house was quiet. I was expecting a bunch of angry family members to be waiting for me on the front lawn or something, but that didn't happen. Nancy parked in front of my aunt's house. "Well..." I began to say, but Nancy cut me off. "There's something you should know," Nancy blurted out, "My family is moving to Arizona. I'm transferring to a school there in the fall." "Oh," I said, blindsided by the news, "So this is what?" I asked. "I hate goodbyes," Nancy said. I waited for Nancy to continue, but that was all she had to say. I don't know what I was thinking would happen. Would my childhood sweetheart have turned into the great love of my life? Would there have been other nights like this? One more, two more, a thousand more? I got the feeling I would never know. "Well, we can keep in touch," I said hopefully. "Yeah," Nancy said, but she already sounded distant. "Thank you," I said, and I kissed her on the cheek. She held out her hand and I gave it a little squeeze, and got out of the car. I watched Nancy pull away, and out of my life forever. Childhood Sweethearts All Grown Up Suddenly Nancy broke away. She rolled onto her back and pulled her panties off of her. Now she was naked also. She reached over into the dresser by the bed and pulled something out. It was something in a plastic wrapper that was making a crinkly sound. She climbed back on top of me and kissed me deeply. I could feel her pubic hair pressing against my balls. "Make love to me," she whispered. I couldn't believe this was happening! Every teenage fantasy was coming true. Nancy handed me a condom, and I tore the wrapper open and slid it onto my hard cock. Nancy had lain back onto the bed and I rolled onto her. I kissed her passionately, my hands in her hair, while I lined my condom-covered cock against her pussy. I slid it up against her a few times and then began to poke it around, feeling for the entrance. For some reason the actual penetration part of sex is never as easy as it seems like it should be. I poked around for a minute, and then had to reach back with one of my hands to try to locate the opening to her vagina. Nancy was shifting her hips to try to help me gain access. Finally I was able to move my head into the entrance of her hole. I was fully erect and she was pretty tight, so it was slow going. I took my hand away and pressed forward with my hips, entering her bit by bit. I kissed her as I worked my way further and further in. Once maybe half of my length was inside of her I began a slow motion in and out of her, able to penetrate her a little more deeply with each thrust. Finally my full length was inside of her. I continued my slow thrusts. Nancy began rolling her hips, and the result was squeezing against my cock, causing me to be doubly stimulated. I knew I wouldn't last long like that. "I'm not going to last too long," I whispered forlornly. "I want you to cum inside me," Nancy whispered back. Encouraged, I kissed her again. After several more thrusts, I came while still kissing her, grunting into her open mouth. To my surprise Nancy began to orgasm too, gasping and bucking her hips against me. My orgasm ended but I kept thrusting into her until I was sure she was done. When it was over I collapsed against her, my spent penis still inside her. "Thank you," she whispered, "I fantasized about this for years." I grinned, but she probably couldn't see it in the darkness. "So did I," I replied. We lay like that for a few minutes, and then I pulled out of her and rolled beside her. "What time do you have to be back?" Nancy asked. "Actually my aunt gave me a key and told me to stay out as late as I liked," I replied. Nancy was silent for several seconds. "Do you think they'd worry if you didn't come back tonight?" She asked. I paused. "I guess we could tell them we fell asleep during the movie," I said. "Good," Nancy said. "Because if you're not too tired, I have a few more fantasies," "Me too," I said. To be continued?