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College Reunion

By: Ms. Jones



Paul stood on the sidewalk gazing at the English Department building. It seemed strange to be back here after all these years. He had never attended a college reunion but this year, since he was traveling cross-country for his company, he included it in his itinerary.

A lot has happened in the thirty years since he graduated. He couldn’t believe he was the same person who had run through these grounds, continually late for class. Now? He was always twenty minutes early for everything.

His girlfriend, Tammy, had the habit of waiting until the last second to get ready to go out. It was the one thing about her that infuriated him. They had lived together for eight years and the idea of marriage had never really been discussed. Both of them had come from bad divorces and they started their relationship with a shared pain.

He slowly walked into the building, smiling at the assortment of memories it held for him. He hated English. He loved to read but to have to write copious papers still made him groan. He walked up to the third floor slowly. His one good memory of this building was Professor Gordon’s study room. It was a small room just behind Professor Gordon’s office where he and study partner spent a lot of time working on their final project.

Sandy. Gosh he hadn’t thought of her for a couple of years. She was his college girlfriend. A free spirit and the first girl he’d ever had sex with. She had incredibly long auburn hair that absolutely glowed when the sun caught it. And a nice tight ass. She was taller than most girls, she was five foot nine, and her legs were long and slim. And she was a feminist! She donated all her bras to the Goodwill and though her breasts were about a 34C, she still didn’t jiggle too much. But man, if you saw her when she was excited, or cold, or the front of her shirt was wet? She had the most glorious nipples in the world. Long hard nubs the size of large pencil erasers! And the areola was large, soft and slightly puffy. 

His dick twitched as he remembered her. They both lost their virginity in Professor Gordon’s study room. It was quick and short and a bit painful for her. And as a joke, they left her panties hidden far back in a cupboard in the hopes that someone would find them some day and wonder what old Professor Gordon had been doing in there! It was funny at the time. There was a small stain where Sandy’s cherry had bled. She’d pulled her panties and jeans up and then quickly pulled them down again when they started giggling about someone finding evidence of a sexual encounter in the room.

He continued to walk down the corridor until he stood outside the classroom. He wondered if Sandy would be there this weekend? He was staying at the local Holiday Inn and he saw a few familiar faces, as familiar as thirty years could be. 

‘Can I help you?’

Paul turned around quickly and found himself staring into the most beautiful green eyes. He smiled quickly and stood aside to let the woman pass.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I was having a senior moment.”

“You don’t look like you’re graduating this year.” She replied with a smile. Paul guessed she was about 15 years younger than he was and probably was one of the college staff.

She opened the door with a key and stood looking at him. “Are you here for the reunion?” she asked.

“Yes.” He didn’t want to tell her which one because that would give away his age.

“I thought so! You don’t recognize me do you? I’m so hurt!” she smiled giving lie to the words.

“I’m sorry,” he started. He looked more closely then. And then he realized who she was. It was ironic that he’d just been thinking of her.

“Sandy.” He said.

“Yes, Paul, it’s me! How are you?” She reached up and gave him a quick hug.

He felt her firm breast against his chest. She didn’t seem to notice his quick intake of air as he gasped. His dick jumped again.

“Come in.” she said.

“Are you sure it’s ok?”

“It’s my classroom now Paul, I’m sure it’s ok.” She led him into the room and then through the door at the back to the professor’s office. The door beyond that was the study room.

“You teach English?” he asked. And then he realized how stupid the question was..if it was her office, her classroom, she obviously taught here. Where was his brain? He was a well-traveled successful engineer who controlled millions of dollars of equipment each year!

Sandy sat on the edge of the desk. She wore her auburn hair in a tight bun at the back of her head. Dressed casually in jeans and a sweater, she looked almost the way she did thirty years ago. A few pounds heavier but that only added to her beauty. She smiled at him as she caught him looking at her.

“Come here. I want to show you something.” She reached out and took his hand and led him into the study room. She reached behind one of the books on the lower shelf and pulled out a pair of light blue bikini panties.

“Oh God,” Paul said.

“I found them a year after I was hired. Professor Gordon was replaced by some woman and I replaced her three years ago. I used to teach at Glendale College until I got this job. I’m amazed they were still here!”

Paul took them from her and looked at the flimsy material. There was a small rust colored stain in the crotch. He looked up at Sandy.

“You were my first,” he said. “I never knew at that time that you should have had an orgasm too. I’m sorry I was so stupid.”

“We really were amateurs!”

“I certainly wouldn’t make the same mistakes today as I did then.” Paul stared into Sandy’s eyes. God! What was he doing? He was almost offering to show her how much better he was at sex today than their first time.

“We always seemed to be rushed when we had sex. In the dorm, the car, at the back of Alice’s parents cottage. We seemed to be in such a hurry!” She smiled.

He reached out and touched her face. When she didn’t object, he leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. She tasted familiar yet new. She opened her mouth and their tongues met in frenzy. He was instantly hard. He pressed against her until she was backed up against the study table. He felt her moan in her throat.

He stepped back. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help it.”

Sandy smiled and then she put her hand on his chest. “I remember that you were a good kisser but I never remember it being that good!”

“I do a lot of things better now.” He said. “Don’t tempt me to show you.”

“How could I tempt you?” she asked coyly.

“Pull your sweater up and show me your tits.” Paul never expected her to follow through. He had no idea if she was married or single or if she’d turned lesbian!

Sandy pulled her sweater up and over her head. She wore a dark green bra that contrasted with her smooth ivory skin.

Paul reached out and cupped both breasts with his hands.

“They aren’t as pert as they were back then,” she started to apologize. He stopped her by leaning forward quickly and kissing her again. His left hand continued to cup her breast while his right hand went around her to unclasp the bra. It took him no time at all to get the job done.

He stepped back and pulled the bra from her shoulders. Her breasts were not as high and firm as they once had been. But the nipples were now hardened and seemed even larger than he remembered. The areola were still soft and puffy. He bent down and sucked her nipple into this mouth. She groaned and pushed her pelvis into him. He sucked harder, drawing the nipple further into his mouth. It seemed to get bigger, more rubbery the more he sucked.

“Oh god,” she moaned.

He slowly drew his mouth away from her nipple, letting it plop out. He looked at it and saw that it had enlarged to almost twice the size. He bent down and sucked the other one, hungry for the feel of it in his mouth. When he released it, he held onto it for a moment between his teeth, biting it gently.

“Paul,” she said. “Wait.”

“I’m sorry. Really, I didn’t…” he never finished as she moved away from him and locked the door to the study. She then crossed the room and pulled the couch into a sofa bed.

“Handy!” he said as he smiled.

“I’ve never used it.” She said. And as she stood there waiting, he stopped thinking of what their significant others would think. This was like a time capsule. No one would ever know.

He moved to her, pulling off his blazer and stepping out of his shoes. When he reached her, he unbuttoned her jeans. She kicked off her shoes and reached up to let down her hair. It wasn’t as long as when he had known her before. It was still a glowing auburn that just brushed her shoulders.

He let her unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He pulled his sweater off and pressed his naked chest against her breasts. Her nipples felt hot against his skin.

He sat down on the bed and slowly pulled her jeans down. She stepped out of them and he leaned forward and kissed her stomach. His mouth trailed kisses around her stomach as his hands moved up and down her legs squeezing her ass when he reached it. His thumbs hooked into the top of her panties and drew them down slightly. He stopped as it reached it the top of her pubic hair. 

His kisses became harder, followed by little nips with his teeth and quick licks with his tongue. Sandy squirmed in front of him. He turned her and gently lay her on the sofabed. He lay down beside her and kissed her mouth.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Paul you asked me that thirty years ago. The answer is the same. Yes, please. Just don’t ask me why. Let’s just forget everything for this time.”

Paul pulled her close. They kissed for several minutes lying side by side. Sandy rubbed his chest then snaked her hand down to the top of his shorts. Her fingertips brushed the top of his cock. It jumped.

Paul stood up and took off his jeans and shorts. His cock stood up.

“You’re bigger than I remember.” She said.

“Liar!” he said as he got on his knees between her legs. He pulled her legs up and placed her feet on his shoulders. Her ass was up off the bed so he reached down and pulled off her panties.

He put his hands on the back of her knees and spread her open. He looked down at her open pussy. The auburn hair was neatly trimmed, the lips beneath them glistened with her juice. When they were together before, he hadn’t done this, didn’t know much about oral sex until his next girlfriend.

He leaned down and kissed her pussy lips gently. He glanced up and saw that her eyes were closed. He stuck out his tongue and softly licked her open slit. He felt her shiver. She reached down and took grabbed her knees with her own hands pulling her legs up against her chest and exposing her whole crack to Paul.

He moaned and pressed his face into her pussy. He tasted her lips, stuck his tongue into her wet folds, licking down to her ass, flicking his tongue quickly against her puckered ass hole. She gasped slightly so he flicked his tongue across it again and again. Sandy moaned. He bit her asshole gently. Then with his tongue flattened he licked the length of her crack until he found her hardened clit peeking out at him. He flicked his tongue across it. Sandy gasped again. He sucked her clit into his mouth. His hands went beneath her and cupped her ass cheeks holding her firmly in place. His licking and sucking grew more intense…he ate her, biting her harder and harder. He thrust his tongue into her pussy hole. 

She whimpered a small cry. 

He stuck a finger into her. God she felt tight! He pushed it in and out. Her hips began to rock with the motion. His thumb kept time with her clit. Faster and faster he moved until she was tossing her head from side to side. He stuck another finger into her wet pussy. Pumping harder.

He could feel her pussy clench as though she was going to cum. Keeping his fingers in her, he bent down and suckled her clit. With her clit firmly in his mouth, his tongue lashed back and forth against it. His fingers continued to fuck her pussy. Suddenly she started to shake, she let go of her legs but they remained in the air. She cried out. 

Paul felt her clit quiver as her orgasm began. His mouth and tongue got wetter with her pussy juice and his fingerfucking made a wet slirping noise. He felt the walls of her pussy spasm against his fingers as she came. Slowly the waves stopped and she lay quietly, gasping for air.

“Oh my god.” She whispered.

Paul, so hot now that he was almost ready to explode himself, kneeled with his cock in his hand, ready to put it into her.

“Let me suck you,” she sighed.

“Afterwards. You can suck your pussy juice off it later.” She smiled.

“Yes, I would like that.”

Paul put the tip of his cock at the entrance to her quivering pussy. He pushed slightly entering her just a little. Then more and more until he was almost half the way in. With one quick push, he shoved himself deeply into her moist hole. He put his hands above her shoulders on the bed and began to pump in and out of her. His cock thrust deep then pulled back with just the tip in her. Then he thrust forward again. He pushed harder and harder, faster and faster. He felt her legs go around him and he bent down to take one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard when he thrust into her with his cock and bit gently when he pulled out of her. The sucking and fucking synchronized.

He could feel himself ready to cum. He wanted to see her covered in his white cream. Wanted to see the auburn pussy hair soaked in his jism. He pulled out and Sandy cried ‘no’! He plunged deeply into her, feeling the back of her cervix. 

“Fuck!” she gasped. “Fuck me Paul. Fuck me!”

“You like it hard baby? You like my cock fucking hard into your hot little cunt?”

“Yes! Please take me. Take my cunt. Fuck my hot cunt.”

“You like it in your cunt don’t you? You like my cock fucking you?”

“Yes. Please. Just fuck me!”

Paul could feel himself cumming. He thrust harder and harder. Pounding himself into Sandy’s wet open cunt until he thought she would split apart. He’d always been a gentle lover but now, he was out of control. He pushed harder, smashing his cock into her. He felt her cumming again. He exploded inside her. Thrusting deeper and deeper, squirting his cum into her as her pussy lips spasmed, clutching at his cock.

He pulled out and let a trail of his white cream trace across her pussy hair. He looked down at her open cunt. The lips were reddened and flared. She moved her hand down and covered her pussy.

“Don’t look at it!” 

He lay down beside her, stroking her breasts and stomach. She moaned and turned towards him.

“Welcome to the reunion.” She giggled.

“Do you give this reception to all the returning classmates?” he asked teasing.

“Only the ones who fuck like you do!”

“I’m sure there are..”Her hand stopped him from finishing that sentence.

“You’ve become a magnificent lover. If it had been this good all those years ago, we would have spent all our time in bed and never would have graduated!”

Paul chuckled. “I have learned a few things along the way.”

Sandy drew herself up on one elbow and looked down at him.

“Is there a lady in your life?”

“Yes. A girlfriend.”

“She’s very lucky then. And now I have to get dressed. We have a party to go to tonight!”

Sandy jumped off the bed and quickly pulled on her jeans and sweater. She picked up her panties and folding them, placed them with the light blue ones behind a book on the first shelf.

“For the next time you visit.” She said as she smiled.

Paul saw Sandy several times that weekend and though he wanted to, they could never quite find the time to repeat their first afternoon of sex. 

He left Monday morning for Salem. The first stop on his company’s tour. He smiled as he drove away.

College Reunion



Author's Note: This story is fiction, but it is based loosely on real events in my life. The names have been changed, of course. This story is the way I've chosen to remember those events, even though they didn't really happen in exactly this way.

* * * * *

According to the signs we passed on I-95, we were passing New Haven. We still had at least two more hours of this trip to go. The van belonged to Harry, my ex, so of course he was driving. Our son Steve was riding up front beside him. I think they were talking about what Steve could expect when we got to Providence, but their conversation was almost drowned out by the van's CD player which was pounding out something by one of Steve's favorite bands.

I was sitting in the van's shorter second row seat. The full bench seat at the back had been lowered into the van's floor to make room for the considerable amount of stuff we had to carry. I was completely surrounded by that stuff. There were suitcases, cartons, bags, lamps, a guitar case, three hockey sticks, and some items I couldn't even identify and didn't remember ever seeing at home. We were carrying everything that Steve considered essential for his first year at college. I suspected that if we got into a collision I might be found in the wreckage fatally impaled on the nasty end of a ski pole, or smothered by green garbage bags stuffed with blankets and towels.

I'd had lots of time in the previous two years to think about what went wrong in my marriage to Harry, but I still couldn't make sense of it all. We had had our differences, some of them intensely fought, but I really had no idea what caused us to simply drift apart and to stop loving each other. The divorce had been the right thing for both of us. I knew that at the time. But despite the fact that the split was amicable and enabled us to remain good friends, it saddened me to think of all that we had lost in the process.

One thing that I had lost out on was years and years of truly great sex.

Harry was the best lover I've ever had. He was probably the best lover I could ever imagine having. I'd had a number of partners before him, and some of them seemed quite good at the time, but Harry was the first one who made it his personal mission to show me how to enjoy sex to the fullest. He brought out in me a need I hadn't even known I possessed, the need to immerse myself in the pleasures that my body could find in physical love. He found that need in me and presented it to me like the precious gift that it was.

Harry had that strange sort of lust that allows men (I've always thought of this as a guy thing) to throw themselves into sex without questioning, even for a moment, the motives behind their rampant desires. Sometimes Harry would make love to me with a level of passionate intensity that stunned me with its beauty, not to mention its level of sheer athleticism (ah, the energy of youth!) and carnal daring (ah, the thrills of exploration and discovery!), and I would strongly suspect that he was reliving a moment earlier in the day when I had caught him enjoying the hint of a smile in the eyes of an attractive female stranger.

It never concerned me that he might be imagining me to be another woman while he was fucking me. I was absolutely confident that he loved me and desired me as much as he could love and desire anyone. I don't think he ever cheated on me during our marriage, at least not in the flesh, but his sexually oriented mind probably brought him numerous other fantasy partners and imagined stolen pleasures that I would never know about. And that bothered me not one bit. In fact, I was secretly grateful that his fleeting mental images of being with some other woman would bring out the best in his already awesome cocksmanship when he was fucking me. As complex and sophisticated as Harry's sexual techniques were, his real sexual needs were simple. He just needed to have good sex with reasonable frequency. No wife with a normal need for sex could ask for more, and I knew that many wives settled for far less.

Even toward the end of our life together, as Harry and I were gradually falling out of love for each other, the sex we occasionally shared was still very good. We both seemed able to set aside our differences, if only for brief periods, and enjoy the pleasures of the moment without the emotional burdens of discarded vows and commitments. Maybe at such moments he thought of me as an attractive stranger (which I suppose in a sense I was), but that possibility was never of any concern to me.

Harry and I had done a pretty good job, first together and then separately but still working as a team, of preparing our son for this milestone in his young life so that he could approach it with appropriate measures of eager enthusiasm and confidence. But we were now in the act of setting him adrift in an almost-adult world over which we would have very little control. We held the purse-strings, but that was about the limit of our clout. And it was going to be very quiet at home without Steve there. I didn't know if I should be crying in joy for Steve or crying in loneliness for myself. Well, I wasn't really crying just then, but I was sure that tears would be part of my day before it was over.

Our van passed a cluster of motels, gathered like predators in ambush around one of the highway's access cloverleafs. The sight of them jolted me from the bittersweet realities of my present life because they brought to mind a vivid memory of an unplanned and unforgettable night Harry and I had spent in a motel room some 19 years ago. I remembered it very well.

* * * * *

In near-blizzard conditions on that night in rural Ontario our car had skidded out of control and then slowly, almost majestically, parked itself more or less permanently in a snowdrift left by the plows on the shoulder of the road. We still had a long way to go to our destination, but apparently our car felt that it had had quite enough for this night. Luckily, we weren't in the middle of nowhere. We were, in fact, less than a hundred yards from the optimistic sign of a motel whose Owner didn't seem to know that cottaging season had ended months before. We bundled ourselves up, trudged down the middle of the deserted road, and woke up the motel Owner who could hardly believe his good luck in getting the business of some crazy city folks who didn't even have the smarts to stay home in weather like this.

Checking into a motel takes no time at all when you have no luggage. And no car. Within minutes we had fallen onto a gorgeously comfortable bed in our underwear. The adrenaline rush of our near-accident was probably still in our veins, and we went for each other as if the motel's sign had read "Last Chance To Fuck Before North Bay" (which would have been tasteless but accurate). Harry had me up against the headboard of the bed right away, ramming into me from behind as if he'd been waiting all day for this chance to relieve a painful erection. At the moment of Harry's triumphant and noisy climax I felt so filled, so overpowered by our mutual lust, that I honestly felt for an instant that we might have just started the process of creating new life within me. 

When it was my turn I knelt astride Harry's face and ground my pussy, which still bore some of his tasty cum juices, over his greedy mouth. I tried (unsuccessfully) to force my husband's nose between my flushed and swollen nether lips. Later I spent some time cleaning the area of Harry's anus with my tongue, and it was only my extraordinary horniness that enabled me to complete the task - a task made less pleasant by Harry's very real need for a bath or shower. True love knows no limits. Later I was able to show him what an anus is supposed to smell and taste like by offering him access to mine. When we'd exhausted our repertoire of the positions Harry deemed appropriate to this occasion, and exhausted ourselves in the process, we fell into each other's arms and slept well into the nest morning.

Weeks later I studied the calendar and did the math. I concluded, with the unfounded but absolute certainty of those who feel that the fates have blessed them, that I was right to have sensed the coming conception of our first child in that motel bed on that wintry night in Ontario. Well, why not? When the sex is that good, good things happen.

* * * * *

We passed Old Saybrook, which meant absolutely nothing to me because I wasn't the one with the map. I was mildly ashamed of myself. On this momentous day in the life of my son, who I knew to be the best work of my creative self, I found myself reliving the outrageously salacious acts which resulted in his creation. And I was doing this with the lewd delight of a pornographer. I truly believed that I had sensed my future child's coming almost at the moment of his conception, so I naturally associated the joy I felt about that moment with my wanton behavior on that night.

Not surprisingly, this thought brought a familiar but still unexpected flush of warmth and moistness to my pussy. I made sure that my lower body wasn't visible in Harry's rearview mirror, and I made sure that Steve was thoroughly occupied with tracking our mileage progress on the roadmap. Then I slipped a hand under the waistband of my slacks and fingerfucked myself for about twenty miles. I definitely felt better after that. I licked my fingers clean. I was well past 40, and it pleased me to confirm that I still tasted good.

I studied the backs of the heads of the two most important men in my life. I loved the slightly balding one, if only in the abstract way that shared happy experiences can bond people together, but I loved the other with the fiercely protective love of a mother for her child. I wondered how I could possibly have deserved such blessings.

Events at the campus in Providence went surprisingly smoothly. Some of Steve's future dorm mates helped with the heavy lifting as their way of introducing themselves to him. Steve had been assigned to a coed dorm, something which didn't even exist at Harry's college or at mine. Harry let us all know that he thought of coed living accomodations as a long-overdue improvement in the quality of higher education. Harry and I watched the moving-in process, and the attractive young men and women who were engaged in it (and doing a much better job of it than we would), with twinges of jealousy at not being the ones embarking on the adventure that lay ahead.

A very pretty and pleasingly curvy young woman, who had somehow sheathed herself in what might have been the tightest jeans it is physically possible to walk in, stopped for a moment to say hello to us. It was clearly her way of getting to meet Steve. Harry immediately became blatantly flirtatious with her, and in so doing embarrassed both Steve and me. The girl handled all of this quite gracefully, and she seemed to find Harry's juvenile behavior amusing. I liked her instantly.

I don't know how we got through the protracted and tearful goodbyes that marked the end of our stay. There were long hugs to go with the kisses and whispered endearments and wellwishes, and then Steve was waving goodbye to us as he went off with a couple of newfound friends, and then it was just Harry and me and the long drive home. To my home, that is, where I would try to survive the abnormal quiet of living alone until the Thanksgiving school break in late November. Harry would drop me off at my place and then head off for his. I was a bit ashamed of my private gripes about the length of the trip, because the trip was going to be a lot longer for Harry. I was reminded of how good a man Harry is, and how much I truly like him, and how big a shame it is that I don't love him anymore.

It was late in the day when we headed home, and darkness fell very soon after we got back onto the highway. The drive home went much more quickly for me than the drive to the college did, as the return leg of any round trip always does. Maybe it was partly due to the fact that the van was now a lot lighter, and was now able to reach the cruising speed claimed by its maker. It certainly helped that I was now up in the more comfortable front seat, next to Harry, and not staring down the barrel of a ski pole.

Harry and I talked about old times, the good times. We talked about Steve's early childhood, his school years, his first dates, his more serious girlfriends, and about his emerging manhood. We recalled several now-funny events that seemed so catastrophic at the time they happened, and Harry somehow steered the conversation around to that wintry night when our car chose to stop close to a small town motel up in Ontario. He even gave me a couple of lewd details about that night that I'd forgotten, and it occured to me that he may replay that night in his mind even more often than I do.

At some point I became aware that Harry was flirting with me, and I became aware that I was enjoying it. I flirted back, and when our eyes met I saw that we were both enjoying the harmless game we were playing. Harry let a hand fall casually onto my nearer leg, and I wondered if he felt the shiver that went through me when his hand lingered there longer than I thought it would. Some time later I found myself starting to feel sleepy. I shifted over closer to Harry so that I could lean gently against him as I let my eyes close. My head rested against his shoulder, and just before I dozed off I felt his arm slip along the seat back and around me. I awoke only when Harry shook my arm gently as we arrived at my place.

* * * * *

Harry turned his van into my driveway. I invited him in for a mug of coffee before he had to get back on the road again. He agreed that a bit of refreshment would be good, but he said that the importance of the day's events merited more than just coffee. He produced a bottle of celebratory sparkling wine from the van's glove compartment and suggested that we toast our son's future together. From somewhere else he magically produced two stemmed glasses. He had popped the cork and splashed generous portions into the glasses even before I was awake enough to question the wisdom of making a heady wine the 'one for the road'.

Harry proposed a toast to us, and to our part in making the day's events possible. There in my driveway, in the front seat of Harry's new van, we clinked glasses and drank. Another splash or two from the bottle went into the glasses. Then he proposed a toast to Steve and to Steve's future, and we drank again. Harry poured again. Then he proposed a toast to "that sweet young piece of denim'd ass that was so hot for Steve that she flirted with me just so she could get to him right after we left". I laughed at Harry's absurdly incorrect assessment of the incident, but I drank to her denim'd ass anyway. Harry refilled our glasses.

"You know that I can't let you get back behind the wheel now," I said.

"Oh, shit!" he cried out in mock shock, as if this was something he hadn't though of before. "Do you know what this means? It means I'm going to have to spend the night with you and risk having you beg me to fuck you all night long just for old times' sake!"

We both laughed. And then there was an awkward silence.

"I miss you", he said after a long moment, softly and with a seriousness that caught me completely by surprise. I said nothing in reply, so he hastily added, "Don't get me wrong, hon. I'm not suggesting we give it another try. But I do miss you. I've enjoyed being with you today."

"I miss you too," I said. "It's on days like today that I know how much you care about both Steve and me. Thank you." I tilted my face up to his and pulled his mouth down to mine. I'd always been a sucker for Harry's sweet confessions of emotions it wasn't easy for him to speak about.

His eyes grew wide in surprise. Then he regained his composure, and his innate horniness, and we both sort of lost it. Suddenly our arms were wrapped around each other, and we were kissing each other like crazy. A gutteral growl came directly from Harry's throat into my mouth and his tongue arrived right behind it. I pretty much knew where this was going, but I honestly didn't know how it was going to happen. The back of the van didn't look at all comfortable for lovemaking, and the front seat just didn't provide enough room for the kind of sex we both enjoyed. Apparently Harry had given some thought to the same problem, though. He ended the kiss abruptly, and pushed the driver's side door wide open. I just had time to grab my purse before I felt myself pulled by my ankles along the seat and out that door, where Harry picked me up in his arms. He shoved the van door shut with a bump of his hips and started to carry me toward my front door. We went back to kissing, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to make it easier for him to carry me. His hands were cupped under the roundnesses of my butt cheeks in my pants. His hands felt wonderful. I really did miss him. And I missed this.

We did a little silent comedy slapstick routine at the front door, because Harry didn't want to put me down even for a moment and we had to somehow get my key from my purse and into the doorlock. He rested both of us against the wall beside the door long enough for me to free one hand and find the key. Then he turned both of us around until I could get the key into the lock. The door opened. I expected him to let me down once the door closes behind us, but he didn't. Maybe he was afraid of breaking the spell by letting something get in the way of the flow of the thing. He walked straight ahead, toward my bedroom, still carrying me. I clung to him and kissed him continuously. I think it was because I was completely blocking his view of what was ahead that we bumped into the hallway walls a few times.

What happened in the bedroom is a bit blurred in my memory, thanks to those glasses of sparkling wine that I had drunk too quickly. The wine had no apparent effect on Harry's virility, however, and I remember that he made love to me powerfully and passionately for at least two full hours. He took me when I was on my back, he took me when I was on my knees, he took me when I was on my side spooned into him, and he even took me when I was in a position where I could fool myself into thinking that I was taking him. He took my mouth, my pussy, my asshole, and the snug places under my arms and between my breasts. He made love to every part of me, and my entire body tingled from the stimulation of his hands and fingers and lips and tongue and teeth I know that he came more than once, and I know that I came and came and came some more. When our frantic coupling finally slowed and ended, we were both totally spent and totally satisfied. We slept together, for the first time in more than two years.

I woke first, and sucked his cock to erection as he gradually woke up. He smiled down at me and pulled me up into his arms to kiss his precum from my lips. I returned to my oral ministrations to his lovely cock. He lay still and held my head in place for a minute or two, and then he moved under me so that we could assume the classic sixty-nine position with me on top. We each had one final orgasm, and then it was time for him to go.

I gave him the mug of hot coffee that I'd been prevented from giving him the night before, and I filled a small thermos of the stuff to take with him on the morning drive. We kissed goodbye at my front door.

"I'll see you at Thanksgiving when Steve is here, won't I?" I asked.

"You bet," he grinned. "No one stuffs a turkey like you do."

"And no one stuffs me like you do," I said. I was laughing, but he knew that I was telling him the truth.

"I don't think that'll happen when Steve's around," laughed Harry.

"Don't be so sure," I said. "They don't call it Thanksgiving for nothing." 



College Reunion



This is a work of fiction.

College Class Reunion

I was heading down to my 25-year college re-union next weekend, so I went online to see who else was going. There are only 17 people signed up from my class. As I reviewed the list however, one name popped out at me. I hadn't seen Sharon since we'd graduated. She'd been cute back in the day. I wondered how time had treated her. I'd seen some pictures of other classmates who'd put on a number of pounds. I hoped that wasn't the case with Sharon, it would be a shame. 

I took off Thursday for the 8+-hour drive. My parents live in the same town I went to school, so I will be staying with them.

Friday, I tour the campus and run into a few old teachers. Of course that evening, I went to the local watering hole and ran into some of my frat brothers. We shared stories and drank till last call. Then we went to Perkins for an early breakfast.

I guess I should tell you a little about myself. I graduated from college 25 years ago. During school, I majored in Information Technology. Back then; I was more interested in working as a consultant than studying or working out. So, when I graduated, I was 6'1" and 160 pounds. Luckily, I started workout shortly after college and have maintained the same weight as when I graduated. Not all is the same however, now I wear glasses and have grey hair (I blame it on my daughter). The other thing you need to know is that I'm married. She is a great lady and a great mother, but as I've heard many married people say, she/he has not interest in sex anymore.

Continuing with the story, the next morning, we were due to have our class pictures taken at 10:30. I was standing in the area designated for the class of 84. I'm catching up with Scott and his wife Sarah, who are also from my class. Then I started talking with Susan, an older lady I didn't even recognize. I discovered later, that she was a nursing major and started after working as an LPN for a number of years.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Chuck talking with someone. When I glance over, it takes me a moment to recognize who it is. She's changed her hair color since I saw her last, not as red now. What really catches my eye is the smile on her face and the light in her eyes. My gaze then travels lower to her purple funnel necked sweater. It certainly did a good job of hugging her softer curves. She is also wearing black slacks that matched the black belt highlighting her trim waist. I see she has a dark jacket folded over her other arm.

"Sharon" I exclaim as I step towards her. "It's Terry Smith"

I can tell she doesn't recognize me at first but then a knowing smile came to her face. I put my arms out and we give each other a quick friendly hug. 

I remember one summer I'd spent some time with her as friends and even asked her out once or twice. I don't remember why, but we never had that date.

I continue talking with her and the rest of our classmates till it was time for the "class of 84" picture. We all march over to the bleachers so the photographer can line us up. We have to wait a few minutes while our class president arrives, late as usual. At least he had called Chuck to let him know he was running late. 

The school put on a nice buffet for us after the pictures. I spotted a table with Steve and his family and joined them. As I approached, I noticed a purse and jacket sitting there. Guessing it was Sharon's I sat a few seats away for a better view.

The conversation through lunch centered on what we'd been doing for the past 25 years. I'm sure everyone got sick of hearing me brag about my kids. Steve's daughter was the same age as mine, so I was able to ask her about classes and college plans and so forth.

Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz. 

I heard someone's cell phone ringing. You reached to pick it up. "Hi Lisa, where are you?  OK, see you soon, we are right inside the left set of doors."

"That was Lisa X. She just pulled into the parking lot," you informed us.

A few minutes later, I see you grin, looking towards the doors, which were behind me. As I turned around, I saw a nice looking blonde and instantly recognized her. Lisa was wearing a dark blue turtleneck sweater, tight blue jeans and black leather jacket. Her blonde hair was loose and she still has her amazing dimples. I stand as she approaches the table, planning to shake her hand. Instead, she gives Sharon and then me a big hug. 

I hadn't really known her that well back when we were students here. Lisa and Sharon had been little sisters of a rival fraternity. We weren't hostile or anything, we just didn't party together much.

Lisa took off her coat while Sharon told her to go grab a plate. With her coat off, I see she too has on a black sweater. What is it with black sweaters today I ask myself? Her jeans are nice and tight, showing off her "junk in the trunk". I took her coat and put it over the chair between Sharon and I.

After lunch, Steve and his family indicated they were heading to the football game. "I didn't attend the games back then, so I think I'll just head to LSB for the afternoon." I should note, that LSB was one of the main bars just off campus. I'd been in there the night before.

Sharon indicated she wanted to see at least the first half of the football game. To my surprise however, Lisa piped up that she'd love to join me after we visit the Book Store. As Lisa and I started out of the gym where the luncheon was held, she asked if I knew where the "Archives" were. "I think they are in Library. Did you want to see the old yearbooks and stuff?" I asked. The Archives were a section of the library that the university had section off to hold copies of old school newspapers, yearbooks and such.

When she nodded yes, I said, "Let's go there first, then the bookstore will be on the way to LSB."

Sharon had been listening to our conversation. "I wanted to see the new Archives. Mind if I join you? Then I can go to the game and catch up with you guys later."

The archives were in a separate section of the library that they must have closed off most of the time. Sharon and I found our senior yearbook and began laughing at how we and others looked back then. When looking at a corny picture of her, I commented, "Sharon you are like fine wine, you certainly improved with age". She elbowed me in the side saying, "I wish I were that thin now" as I looked her up and down. She had grown into a very attractive lady. And from our conversations, I could tell she was a bright and successful lady also.

After the archives we walked across campus arm in arm. I didn't mind having these two lovely ladies, one a blond and the other a brunette, acting like the bread of a Terry sandwich. Coming out of the liberal arts hall, we found someone to take our picture. As a gag, they decided each should be giving me a kiss on the cheek, "This one is for your wife" they kidded.

"Weren't you going to the game?" I asked Sharon as we neared the bookstore.

"I wanted to get some shirts for my kids. Now is as good a time as any since most alumni are at the game." was her reply.

So I was treated to these two ladies trying on almost every sweatshirt in the place. Lisa couldn't make up her mind. Of course I didn't mind watching as she took the pullover sweatshirts on and off. When Sharon was pulling off a pink one, it lifted her shirt, exposing a nice midriff that got my mind a whirling.

At LSB, they ran into some other friends. I went on to join a different group who already had a table. When Lisa and Sharon arrived, they took the seats on each side. Sean, a guy who I'd chatted with the night before was on the other side of Sharon. Both Sharon and Lisa had been little sisters of his fraternity. I started talking with Lisa. I found out she'd been divorced about 3 years. The bombshell was that she'd found out he was a habitual cheater. I could tell she'd been hurt and was still upset about it. I quickly changed the subject to her kids.

As we were talking, I noticed my leg touching Sharon's. It wasn't a rubbing, I don't think she even noticed, or at least didn't let on that she did. But it got my mind to thinking.

We began seeing a number of people come in. It was obvious the game had finished and that our team had lost yet another Homecoming. I nudged Sharon and whispered, "I guess you missed the game." She just chuckled and shook her head yes.

Since it was my hometown, I'd arranged to have dinner with some high school friends. Sean, Sharon, Lisa and a number of others where all going to a Fraternity specific dinner.

That evening was our Class specific gathering. It was held in the new Observatory our campus now had. I was with some other people who were in my graduating class looking at the moons of Jupiter when I heard another group of people coming up the spiral stairs. I decided I'd had enough fun and went down for some more wine and Hors d'oeuvres. As I was walking down one side of the tiny stairs, Sharon passed me on the other. She was now wearing a black sweater, a black knee length skirt, black hose and knee high black leather boots. And the way she had her coat tied around her waist showed off her hourglass figure nicely.

The reception ended around 10:30, so many of us walked over to the Winery, another off campus bar. I was surprised to see it wasn't wall-to-wall people, but it was by no means empty. Sharon grabbed a chair from a neighboring table only to have someone come up and say that was theirs. Lori and two other girls had already taken a seat in the booth, so I looked around for more chairs. That is when I spotted two stools next to the bar in the corner. I grabbed them and offered one to Sharon. This put us a little higher than the people in the booth, which didn't make talking with them easy, so Sharon and I chatted together. A few guys we both knew joined us and the drinks showed up. I knew that if I kept drinking my scotch like this, I'd not be able to drive home. I started having 3 glasses of water for each glass of scotch. I think it was dark enough that no one noticed.

As we were talking, I felt Sharon's leg against mine again. I also caught us look at each other while talking to someone else. I let my fingers begin touching her legs casually. She didn't move me away, but neither did she acknowledge what I was doing.

About 45 minutes later, Lisa announced that she was heading back to her hotel on the other side of town. She mentioned she had to be home by noon the next day and needed to leave by 8am to do so. I could tell Sharon was reluctant to leave so early and I knew that Lisa was her roommate and ride. "Sharon, I can take you back later if you like. My parent live out that way" I offered.

"Are you sure? That'd be great if you could." Sharon replied. I glanced over at Lisa who was looking at Sharon to make sure she was really OK with this. I was relieved to see the nod and a smile on Sharon's face in answer to Lisa's unspoken inquiry.

Not long after that, Sean, Steve and a few others wanted to go to Perkins for breakfast. I'd been there the night before so wasn't really in the mood. Besides, I'd been thinking about Sharon and how nice she looked.

I was brought back to reality when Sharon asked, "Do you really want to go? I enjoyed myself way too much at dinner and will need to spend the whole week at the gym to get rid of it."

I chuckled saying, "Girl, from what I seen of you in that outfit, I wouldn't want you to change a thing, but I'm not really hungry for Perkins either." She just grinned shyly and patted my hand. I wasn't sure if she caught my other meaning or not. In the end, the guys took off to Perkins, leaving Sharon and I.

"I think this calls for an Irish Coffee" I suggested. "I've never had one, why not" Sharon responded.

I went to the bar and ordered two of them for us. The bartender only had enough whip cream for one, so he added some Baylee's instead to both of them. After her first sip, I could tell she enjoyed it. "Now all we need is a nice fireplace," I grinned. When we finished them, I asked if she was ready.

It was a brisk night out and my car was parked two blocks away. As we walked it seem to me our bodies were always touching. This certainly got my mind wondering if I dare make a pass. I knew she'd been divorced for over 10 years. I didn't know if she had a boy friend or not but I wasn't sure how she'd feel knowing I'm married.

We got to my car, which was already warm. Thank god for long distance remote control starters. They are a necessity for the Minnesota winters. As we were approaching the car, I debated about trying to kiss her there. Unfortunately, there were a number of college students loitering in the parking lot.

On the drive out to her hotel, I took out some gum, and then offered Sharon a piece. Rather than dropping her off at the door, I pulled into a spot between two minivans. I turned to her and said, "Sharon, I hope this doesn't offend you, but all night long I've wanted to kiss you."

To my surprise, she quickly reached into the garbage to retrieve the gum wrapper. She put her gum in it then threw it away. I'd already spit mine out in preparation. I reached over with my left hand to caress her cheek then gently pull her face towards me. I didn't feel any resistance, and when our lips touched I felt hers part. Our first kisses were tentative flicks of the tongue, but the passion quickly grew. I felt how soft her hair was as I ran my fingers through it. I felt the butterflies in my stomach as the passion intensified. Our tongues started dancing faster along with our breathing.

I broke the kiss to nibble along your chin to your ear. I both heard and felt you moan. When I resumed kissing your mouth, the fire was still there. Your fingers were now running through my hair, something that really turns me on.

Imagine my surprise when you lowered your hand, only to grab mine. I felt you slowly slide it down your neck, past your shoulder till my fingers where just inside your coat. Did you want me to go further I asked myself? Your hand left mine to resume playing in my hair, so I let my hand tentatively drop lower to the swell of your chest. Your breasts were even bigger and firmer than I imagined. I let my fingers brush along the sides while my palms touched the surface. You took in a quick breath when I touch the knob of flesh behind your sweater and bra. You pulled my mouth tighter to yours, your tongue delving deeper when I began squeezing.

I moved my hand so I could cup your breast and let my thumb tease your nipple. When my thumb and finger began squeezing your bundle of nerves a shudder went through your body and you let out a moan. I then moved my hand to the other side, testing its firmness also. You felt so good.

You then broke the kiss, using your hand to guide my head so you could nibble along my chin. I then heard you whispered breathily, "Terry, please go inside. I want to feel your hand against my skin."

I hadn't notice but you must have opened your coat earlier. I let my hand find the bottom of your sweater. My fingers snaked inside and felt the warmth of your soft belly. It was soft like a mature woman that knew what she wanted and took care of herself. I slowly move upwards, caressing back and forth, from side to side. I soon felt the lace of your bra. When my fingers brushed that tops, if felt like a pinky was pushing out against the material. I took the opportunity to fully grasp your breast. If I were to guess, I'd say you were at least a D if not a DD. When I pinched your nipple you stopped nibbling on my earlobe to moan a "Yes" into my ear.

Your hand was now exploring inside my suit jacket, feeling along my shirt and chest. I began wondering if you were wearing pantyhose or stocking. I also wondered if I'd find out.

I reached higher till my fingers found the bare flesh above your low cut bra. I slid my digits inside your left cup till I found your nipple. This elicited another deep breath and an arching of your back. I caught your hard knob between two fingers and squeezed and wiggled my fingers. You resumed kissing my mouth with a new vengeance. I sucked and nibbled on your tongue as you pressed it into my mouth. I repeated the treatment of your nipple on the other side getting an equally enjoyable response.

It was now time to find out if you were indeed wearing stockings. I let my hand slide down your abdomen, caressing your flesh as I went. "No" I heard you moan into my mouth.

I pulled away so I could look into your eyes. I could see they were alive with a fiery lust. "Patience you sexy lady. I'm not running away" I grinned. I then took your lower lip in mine, sucking and nibbling on it to distract you from where my hand was heading. I let it slide along the outside of her right thigh till I reach the hem and the slit. 

You giggled when my fingers started tickling the backside of your left knee. Your giggles turned into moans, as they started moving up your thigh in a slow circular fashion. I pulled away from your lips again when I reached the tops of your stockings. "I wonder what other surprises you have me." I grinned before attacking your mouth again.

You slid down in the seat, causing your skirt to rise up and giving me easier access to your treasure beyond your stockings. As my fingers got closer, I could feel the damp heat of your excitement. You jumped when I first connected with your wet panty covered sex. I was amazed at how damp and slick the satiny material that covered your mound was. It was easy for me to slide my thumb along and was instantly aware of when I touched your clit by the way your body reacted. You bit my tongue softly, while moaning into my mouth.

I let my thumb begin rubbing up and down your slit, pausing when I felt your body tense before flicking it up, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Oh gawd" you moaned as this continued. You slid further down till your ass was on the edge of the seat. You legs were parted, giving me easier access. If only there were more room, I so wanted to taste your honey. Instead, I used one finger to pull aside your panties. I grinned to myself when I felt your smooth bare skin beneath.

My thumb was now able to touch your slippery clit directly. I used my finger to lightly flick over that bundle of flesh, sending jolts of fire cursing through your body. I increased the pace and felt you pull away from my mouth, panting in pleasure. A few times, when I used less pressure, I could feel you lift your hips in an effort to increase your pleasure.

I took this as a sign that it was time to move onto the next phase. I turned my hand over and let my middle finger slide slowly down your slit, over your clit. It then teased the opening of your velvety channel. Your legs went rigid in anticipation as my finger moved in circles around your opening. I could feel you urging me to enter you. So I slowly slid first one finger and then two inside you. I couldn't believe how wet you were. I could feel your muscles clamping around me. You let out a loud moan when my fingers found that fleshy pad called the G-spot. "You like that?" I whispered as I began moving my fingers back and forth inside you. All you could do was nod and moan. Then you whispered for me to go deeper.

I pushed further inside you. You jumped when my fingers pushed against your cushy cervix. You took in a deep breath of air and attacked my mouth. I began moving my fingers in and out of your slippery cave. I could tell you were getting wetter from the stickiness in my palm. In addition to the motion of my fingers inside you, I let my thumb continue brushing your slippery clit. I felt you lift your skirt above your waist and took the opportunity to gaze between your legs. I was mesmerized by the view of your bald pussy in the shadows from the street lamps, with just a little landing strip of hair at the very top. You looked sexy as hell.




College Reunion



"Mike?"

The voice was unmistakable. It was fairly deep, masculine and although he tried to make it sound like he was surprised to see me; we both knew we wouldn't miss our five-year college reunion. Especially knowing that each other would be there. 

"Hey. Stan. How's my favorite college roommate?" I said.

"Mike, I don't know how to take that seeing as how I was your only college roommate." He grinned while reaching out his hand for a firm handshake. I finished drying my hands and took his hand, then leaned in for one of those manly hugs even if it was kind of odd greeting another guy in a hotel bathroom.

As we briefly, and maybe a little awkwardly, embraced; Stan patted me on the back and chuckled that nervous little laugh that only I would recognize. 

They say smells incite the most intense memories. If that is true then it was his cologne that drifted through my nostrils and rekindled the emotions that still smoldered from our years in college.

Stan and I had been roommates for sure. We had been no different than any other college jocks and were physical education majors. But the last year of college we had somehow discovered the joys of...oh, some would call it college explorations of sexual identity but it was pure, unadulterated mansex. Although I figured after five years one of us would either be fat, married or uninterested in mansex now.

I think it had started as some kind of dare, but before we knew it, we fucked each other throughout our last year of college. Oh, we still dated girls and never admitted we were attracted to each other, let alone were fucking each other. I guess you could say we were in the closet and it was our little secret.

Nevertheless, that had been some of the most intense sex of my life. I hate to admit it, but I had never experienced anything with a woman as sensual and erotic as sex with Stan that year.

"I expected to see you later when everyone arrives." Stan said.

"Well, they said my room wasn't ready yet, so I just popped in to freshen up a bit."

"Me too. How 'bout some coffee while we wait?" 

It seemed we had both showed up a little too early and catching up would be great. Even though our rooms were probably ready by the time we freshened up, Stan and I spent the next couple of hours filling each other in on the past few years in which we hadn't spoken very much. I guess the miles apart and busy careers had taken its toil on our friendship. I hoped it was the distance and busy schedules and not the fact that the last year together was so intense it had burned up whatever sexual fuel we had for each other.

He had a short marriage that was so short it ended in an annulment. As for me, I had a few girlfriends off and on but my work kept me on the road too much to settle down very long.

During those years I had certainly thought about Stan on occasion, but quickly drowned the thought in whatever pussy I could find. I had written off the year Stan and I were fucking as foolish college experimentation, I guess. So maybe that was it. We were just too scared to call each other for fear of what might be next.

But now that I was here with him some familiar feelings rushed through my veins. He taught Physical Education at a community college and certainly kept in shape. His biceps seemed to bulge through his shirt even more than I remembered and matched the ripples in his chest and abdomen that etched into a tight shirt tucked into his narrow waist. I could imagine that his ass was still as firm as ever.

My job required me to stay in shape as a representative for the maker of physical fitness equipment. So my fears that one of us would now be fat or married were unfounded. But I still wondered if Mike held the same ember of lust for mansex that still smoldered within me, because during our two-hour conversation there was no hint of that last year in college.

Realizing our classmates would be arriving soon; Stan and I retired to our separate rooms and agreed to meet at the reunion. 

It would be a weekend event as there was a homecoming football game the next day, so I settled in to the room, showered and dressed for the first reunion event down in the ballroom.

When I arrived I could see Stan already chatting with former classmates. It took about an hour before we finally met at the bar to continue catching up, which started out by comparing what we had learned about our classmates; who worked where, who was married to whom, that sort of thing.

Then there was silence. Oh, the music played in the background, folks chatted nearby, but we both realized we had discussed pretty much everything two old roommates could catch up on. I guess we both knew we were avoiding the topic we both wondered about most.

Stan sipped his drink and looked around. He then took a deep breath. "So, Mike...how's it hanging these days?"

Finally. I now could relax and didn't have to wonder anymore, although I could tell Stan was still terrified, probably wondering how I would answer that seemingly innocuous question.

Since we both were college athletes, there was no way we could ever risk anyone knowing that we were fucking each other. It was something that just wasn't allowed in the locker room. So Stan and I had a code. If we were thinking about sex with each other, then we'd just ask, "how's it hanging?" Guys said stuff like that all the time. But with Stan and I, the phrase had a deeper meaning.

If one of us had a date with a girl or something and couldn't fuck right then, we'd just respond that it was hanging left today and then explain why. But if we were ready for some hot mansex then we'd respond that it was hanging right and just ask where, which was usually in our dorm room.

Stan looked around the room again. I imagined he half expected me to tell him it was hanging left then give him some excuse. He wouldn't have asked if he didn't still feel the same way that I felt. The code gave him an easy way to ask though. I wish I had thought of it. Apparently, the embers burned within him as well. At least, I hoped.

"How's yours been hanging, Stan?" I asked.

"I asked you first." He said.

"I mean have you been, you know, hanging with anyone else since college?" I guess I just had to know. I have no idea why. Afterall, that could be a reason for our distance these past few years. 

"Nope. You?"

"Just that last year in college. Me and you. I take it neither of us has taken the plunge since then?" I said.

"Appears that way. So, how is it hanging?"

I smiled. Sipped my drink. I too then looked around. "Well, I'm glad you asked Stan. It's been hanging right for a long time now. I guess just waiting on you. Where do you think?"

Stan set his drink down then tilted his head for me to follow. We nodded and shook a few hands as we left. We said nothing. Not even in the elevator, which stopped on Stan's floor. I looked over and saw a bulge already building in Stan's pants. It matched my own.

I followed Stan to his room. He unlocked it and I went in first and heard him lock the door behind us. Before I could turn around I felt his arms slip around my waist from behind. His breath tickled my neck, which I tilted to the side to receive the kiss he placed there then pulled me close to his body.

The bulge in his pants that I had glimpsed on the elevator pushed into the backside of my own trousers. I reached one hand behind me and grasped his hip to pull him closer into my buttocks as he continued to plant another kiss on my neck.

He lowered his hand to my own bulge. It felt good having his strong hand cup my manhood again. I melted into him.

He started to grind his crotch into me. I pressed my ass briefly against him then turned to face him just inches from his blonde hair, blue eyes, his full lips, chiseled face and square jaw. It was the same as in college. I never looked at a man in the way I saw Stan.

We searched each other's eyes. His strong hands wrapped further around my waist. One hand rested on the small of my back, the other on the cheek of my ass. I draped my arms over his shoulders, touched his face then ran my fingers through his hair. We breathed each other's breath.

The distance soon began to close between our lips. Our breath mingled and then it happened all over again. Our lips met and it was as if time had stood still for five years and we were in our college dorm again.

The kiss transcended time. No longer boys, but two muscular men who longed for that feeling again that we both knew so well; the feeling that bonded us.

Although we were more mature now, in many ways we were virgins all over again. In college, I could have described how we slowly peeled each layer of clothing off the other and caressed the curvature of our muscles. We would light candles and bask in the flickering shadows cast by the flame as we admired each others toned body which revealed itself one piece of clothing at a time. 

But now in our desire to explore each other all over again our clothes seemed to disappear and I don't remember how.

One moment our lips were pressed against the other, our tongues searching for its mate then twirling around and round in a forbidden dance of lust. Then the next moment we were frantically striping off our clothes in between kisses.

When our lips parted to catch our breath I realized we had torn the clothes from each other and they were scattered about on the floor in disarray. We couldn't have been in that hotel room for more than a couple of minutes. But we were naked.

I rested my hands on his shoulders as we breathed deeply. My eyes danced over his body. I had forgotten how beautiful his nakedness was to my senses. His pectorals rose like mountains from his chest then narrowed toward rippling muscles that formed a washboard over his abdomen.

His thighs were toned. His ass was as tight and firm as I had remembered. But what I desired most was the firm phalanx of his dick, which towered in front of it all. 

The female body is something to behold, for sure. Women are soft, sensual and desirable and their movements are clearly erotic. But there was something about the male form that creates a paradox of sorts.

It's firm, yet soft; powerful, yet vulnerable. And two men naked, desiring each other, was something so taboo that it is incredibly exciting. A man yielding his body to another man has its own sense of mystery, wrapped in the forbidden, which creates terribly strong emotions. It's indescribable but wickedly wonderful.

Upon seeing the forbidden phalanx, I slowly sank to my knees as if bowing before it. My hands drifted down his back, past his waist and settled on each cheek of his tight ass as my knees rested on the carpeted floor.

The tip of Stan's dick glistened. I kissed it. It was sweet and sticky. I sucked gently hoping for more. I then touched his shaft with my hand. Although it was hard and stiff, I had forgotten how velvety smooth another man's dick felt.

Stan moaned softly as I stroked it, and then guided it toward my lips. The smooth head of his dick met my lips then glided over the rim. Slowly I sucked his shaft over my tongue and began to suck and lick hungrily. 

Stan moaned above me. It had been five years since we last made love to each other and apparently neither of us had been with another man since that time. Oh sure, at first we just fucked those first few times in college. But before long our sex was more than just a fuck to feed lustful cravings. We actually realized how sensual the sex could be when we freed ourselves of our egos and submitted our masculinity to each other. Yes, we had learned to make love to another man or at least just each other.

Making love to a woman was one thing. But there is a clear masculine and feminine role that occurs during heterosexual sex. Stan and I learned that making love to another man forced both to fulfill both masculine and feminine roles, if you will. In that sense, the sex was more open, more vulnerable and terribly intense. There were no games between us, no pretense. We could truly let ourselves go.

Men somehow submit much more of their ego and masculinity, I guess, with another man. This doesn't make them weaker or less of a man. On the contrary, it creates a sensuality and honesty that can be hidden when making love to a woman; if that makes sense. We might hide some kinky thoughts or fantasies with a girlfriend but not each other, for example, nor did we feel we needed to somehow be macho when we were together.

Men simply project both aspects of their sensuality with another man. There is no truer lovemaking than when one submits their body to another and clearly two men fully submit themselves when making love to one another. At least, Stan and I did. It was as if sex with women was...well, sex; but Stan and I had nothing to prove to each other, nothing to hide and therefore...we made love.

I sucked and licked his dick as my knees ground into the soft carpet. Stan slowly rocked his hips toward my lips. I could feel his buttocks tense with each gentle sway as he slowly fucked my mouth. His ass was smooth and the backs of his thighs felt tight and toned. I could feel the definition of each muscle.

Occasionally, I would stop long enough to suck his balls, which were slowly tensing as they dangled between his legs. It was during one of those moments that Stan pulled me back to my feet to kiss me.

The kiss was brief. 

"Damn, I had forgotten how good that felt." Stan said. His words were breathless.

"Me too." I said and kissed him deeply.

Stan soon pushed me onto the bed. I got comfortable in the middle of the mattress and watched Stan's eyes dance over my naked body as he stood at the foot of the bed watching me settle into place on my back, admiring his body. He seemed to drink my body in as well.

He stroked his dick a few times then crawled between my legs and started to suck my own throbbing shaft. His mouth was warm as the wetness from within his lips engulfed me.

I ran my fingers through his hair and lifted my hips to meet his sucking motion and the slow bob of his head. I then tossed my own head back and looked at the ceiling as my mind began to swim.

I couldn't help but wonder how long I could last. The rush of feelings to my brain was overwhelming. My breath grew shorter and my heart raced. I looked down as Stan continued to slide his lips over the shaft of my dick.; in and out, slippery from his saliva.

"Stan." I finally uttered.

I heard a moan in return.

"Stan." I said again.

Stan lifted his face from my groin and looked up at me. I didn't want him to stop but the brief respite was actually a welcome relief nonetheless. He continued to slowly stroke my dick.

"You okay, Mike?"

"Did you bring some lube?" I asked.

Stan didn't answer at first. He just kissed his way up my abdomen stopping briefly to suck my nipples. It was something a woman had never done and it made my skin tingle.

After a few tentatively licks and sucks to my erect masculine nipples, he then slid fully on top of me until we were face to face, our dicks and flesh pressing against each other.

"Lube?" He said.

"Well, since we've come this far, you know." I said running my hand across his cheek.

"I was kind of hoping we'd get this far myself." Stan said as he reached over and opened the nightstand drawer then dropped a tube of love oil on the bed beside us. I looked into his eyes and saw my reflection. We just lay there. He leaned closer and we kissed, just lightly. My tongue flickered out to meet his lips. Our chests rose and fell rhythmically as our breathing deepened. My asshole actually quivered with anticipation and I felt our dicks twitch against the other.

"It's been so long." Stan finally whispered. I brushed his cheek with my hand then ran my fingers through his hair again.

"Too long." I said, my voice barely audible.

"I've dreamed about us everyday since college." He rubbed his hand across my chest.

"You missed it?"

"Yes."

"You've never thought of fucking someone else; another man maybe?"

"Never. You?"

"Are you kidding? There's no way I could fuck anyone else." I said.

"It wouldn't seem right, would it?"

"No. For some reason, making love to just any man isn't exciting for me."

"Same here." Stan said then kissed me again. I wrapped my arms around my lover and plunged my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues found each other and they swirled and writhed around and round.

My chest burned not only from lust but the wonderment of whether we were actually attracted only to each other. I always rationalized I wasn't gay because I wasn't really attracted to men; but I was attracted to Stan. It made no sense.

I slowly slide my hand down his back until I found the cheek of his ass. I squeezed the firm mound and he pushed his pelvis against my dick. I responded by spreading my legs slightly as he slowly dry humped my groin.

Our kiss grew deeper. My hand inched its way toward the center of his ass, and then parted his cheeks. My fingers began probing for his asshole. Soon my middle finger found its prize and started massaging and circling his puckered hole.

Stan moaned softly into my mouth. I sensed him reaching for the lube on the bed and felt him shift his body to one side. I heard a click as he flipped open the tube and squirted a glob on his fingers as we continued to kiss.

He broke off our kiss and then shifted more to one side and lowered his arm. His hand glistened with lube on his fingertips. I saw it disappear below my scrotum and between my legs.

The lube was cool as it squished against my asshole. Our eyes met and lustful smiles spread across our face. Stan pushed a slick finger against my asshole. I relaxed and spread my legs slightly until my sphincter relented. It had been five years since my ass had been violated. I felt like a virgin, my pelvis tingling with excitement. 

He finger fucked me slowly until my ass was well relaxed and lubed. He sucked my nipple teasingly then kissed me again. My heart beat faster and my breathing quickened. Our lips barely touched. We teased each other with our lips, his were luscious and tickled my own with moist, very light touches and gentle flicks of searching tongues that flickered in and out to meet the other.

"Stan." I whispered onto his lips.

"Mike." He said.

"Fuck me."

Time seemed to slow down at that point. Stan slid between my legs and knelt there long enough to squirt lube on his throbbing dick. I spread my legs further in order to fully expose myself to him and raised my hips slightly in anticipation for what came next as he prepared to replace his finger with his dick.

Stan grasped himself by his taunt dick. We were both about the same size in length having measured them in college. Neither of us had seemed to change much. We both were still over average in size with bulging veins now in search of relief.

He positioned the head of his dick against my puckered asshole. I held my breath briefly and relaxed. I could feel my ass quiver. He applied pressure. His flesh melded against mine. I relaxed more as he pushed his pelvis forward slightly. I raised mine to meet his. 

Then I felt it. It was a familiar sensation that I hadn't felt in a long time. But I had imagined it over and over in my dreams.

It was the smooth glide of the head of Stan's dick that gradually pried open my ass and ever so slowly inched it's way into me. It was this moment that was so exhilarating. My flesh molding over his and engulfing him, while he penetrated my most private sanctum. 

Like a yawn, my asshole widened until the sphincter inched over the rim of Stan's dickhead. With a subtle pop he entered me. I gasped slightly and tossed my head back. My mind reeled. The room seemed to momentarily spin. Stan was inside me and I felt as if my chest would explode. At that moment I gave myself to him all over again.




College Reunion



I spread my legs as far as I could manage and grasp the sides of the bed sheets. Stan slowly rocked forward and the shaft of his dick glided into me like a snake slithering into to hole. Deeper and deeper, he fed his dick. I wanted more, as much as he could give. He continued for what seemed an eternity, as I felt fuller and fuller, filling me fully.

I looked up. He propped himself up with his arms. His biceps strained over me and sweat began to bead on his massive chiseled chest. My dick bobbed below his rippled abdomen and his narrow waist slowly glided back and forth between my thighs as we began to fuck. It was an incredibly erotic sight.

Words are no match for the feeling of the moment. In college it had started out as two horny guys wanting to get their rocks off and experiment at the same time. But quickly it had evolved into a genuine desire to give ourselves to each other. We honestly desired to please the other.

I mean after you've been as intimate with each other as Stan and I; then the bond is stronger than the typical male friendship. Even stronger, I think, than if we were avowed homosexuals. Because we had a secret and that secret was more than just the fact that we had fucked in college. We truly enjoyed giving ourselves to another man and in a manner that went beyond youthful experimentation.

Stan's dick slid in and out, then back in again. I lifted my ass to meet each stroke. My own dick throbbed. A musty scent filled my nostrils only adding to the desire. A soft, rhythmic squishing sound matched the movement of the bed and contrasted with the growing groans that Stan and I emitted.

My dick was on fire. My chest burned. My eyes gazed into Stan's and the sweat that now formed on his brow and his broad shoulders. I realized I wanted to give myself fully to him and it occurred to me that the feeling I was having at that moment was more intense than with any woman before Stan or after.

With my legs spread wide to accept him, I felt so vulnerable but so in control at the same time. The vision of two men joined together was a stark contrast when juxtaposed against stereotypical heterosexual sex. But I didn't care.

Sure, it was forbidden. It was taboo. But it seemed more than just...well, anal sex or a homosexual act.

Then it occurred to me. It was more than just fucking someone's ass or mouth. If it were just something for release, I could do that with any girl, or guy for that matter. But I realized, I couldn't be in bed with another guy. Just Stan. Was it because of our secret lust for mansex with each other or was it more?

Stan's stroked lengthened. My ass quivered. My dick bobbed between us. Stan began to moan louder and my ass squeezed and sucked at his dick like a tight pussy. Over and over I impaled myself onto his shaft as he drilled deeper and deeper into me.

"Fuck me, Stan."

"I want you, Mike."

"Cum inside of me, Stan. Cum in me."

"I'm about to cum, man. Damn, I want you."

"Fuck me, Stan. Oh, you feel so good. Just fuck me, man."

"Mike."

"Oh, shit Stan. I think I'm going to cum too." My dick tingled.

"Mike?" Stan's words were almost breathless.

"What Stan? Don't stop." My body started to shudder uncontrollably.

"I love you, Mike." 

"Oh, fuck. I'm gonna cum, Stan." I nearly screamed the words. My dick twitched then burned. Stan grunted. The sounds were guttural and animalistic. His strokes became purposeful and his hips jerked toward my ass. I fully accepted his flesh with each stroke. The room then echoed groans and grunts that seemed inhuman.

"I'm cumming, Mike....I'm cum..." 

Stan's body stiffened. His hips jerked involuntarily. Then I felt it as well. Blissful relief. My body tingled, my thighs trembled and my ass clenched Stan's dick tightly.

Streams of pearly fluid spurted from my dick; which twitched as involuntary as the spasms of Stan's hips. I grasped the shaft of my dick and began to jack myself off in order to squeeze every drop of orgasm I could from the depths of my loins.

I lifted my hips high into the air as I vigorously stroked my shaft. My asshole relaxed somewhat and Stan began to slip even more easily within my sphincter as he filled me with cum of his own that now oozed out with each stroke.

It ended quicker than it began. White cum beaded on my stomach and dripped from my ass. Stan then collapsed into my arms and we lay there; breathless. 

I don't know how long we lay there. It took a while for our hearts to slow down and our breathing to become regular. Stan's dick slowly slipped from my ass, a glob of cum with it. I didn't want it to though; he could have stayed inside me forever, for all I cared. When it plopped out I felt a sense of emptiness and wanted him to fill me again.

Before long he lifted himself just enough off of me so that we were face to face. Our lips met and he kissed me softly, softer than any woman had ever kissed me.

"Did you mean it?" I asked.

"Mean, what?" Stan said. 

"What you said. Was it just because you were about to cum?"

"That I love you?"

"Yes. Or was it something you say when you're having an orgasm."

"What do you think?"

"You never said that in college when we fucked." I said.

Stan didn't say anything for a few moments. "Hmm...I did say that I loved licking cum off your dick. "

"Yea. Sure. A long time ago. What does that have anything to do with it?"

"How about your ass? Have I eaten cum out of your ass before?"

I thought back to those college years. Not only trying to remember, but trying to understand where this was going. "No. I can't say that you have. Just my dick and only a few times then; I mean, when we were done fucking. So what?"

Stan nodded. He then started to slide down my torso. He kissed my dick briefly, then continued to work his way between my legs.

"Stan, what are you doing?"

Stan spread my thighs apart with his hands. His head then disappeared between my legs.

"Stan?"

He pushed my thighs wide. His nose nudged briefly against my scrotum. Then I felt a warm wetness mix with the sticky ooze that drained from my ass as his tongue glided across my sphincter.

"Stan? What?...." The words caught in my throat. For some reason I couldn't control myself. I lifted my ass to meet his face. Stan moaned his approval and I felt his tongue probe then enter my ass. 

He licked and probed with his tongue. He showered my asshole with kisses then tongue fucked my sphincter before licking cum from it, cleaning every drop that oozed. My hand rested on his head.

It was incredibly intimate and sexy. He had never done that before. It soon became apparent what was happening.

Stan wanted to show me how much he...

"Stan?" 

Stan licked a few more times. I pulled him back up my torso. He seemed reluctant but crawled back up. I kissed him.

"Stan, I..." Stan put a finger over my lips.

"Mike. Listen to me before you say anything. I'm not experimenting with something new, if that's what you're thinking. I just have this overwhelming desire...."

"...to be more intimate?" I said.

"Exactly. If there was someway I could be even more intimate with you, I would. I can't get enough of you. I've decided. I love you, Mike and not just because I'm cumming. Some men might say that with women, but..."

"You love me?"

"You're going to hate me for saying that, aren't you? Man, I'm sorry. Our first time back together, I just..."

I kissed him. Our tongues swirled. The kiss was deep. When our lips parted I looked into his eyes.

"Stan. I feel the same way. I love you too. I always have."

"You mean, it doesn't scare you off?"

"No way."

"But, the things we feared...two guys. No one knows."

"We'll figure it out, Stan."

"You mean it? You really think we can? You feel the same way?"

I rolled Stan off of me and onto his back. I then began to kiss my way down his stomach toward his dick. I kissed his dick briefly, then his scrotum before pushing his thighs apart.

"Mike. Dude, don't we need to talk? Figure this out?"

"Not now Stan. Do you love me?"

"Oh, man yes. I didn't think I'd ever say that to a man, but yes...absolutely. I love you, Mike."

"Then shut up. I want to be intimate with my lover."

Then for the first time I licked Stan's ass. Now I know that sounds strange, but it was incredibly sexy and incredibly intimate. We had fucked in many positions in college and played out all kinds of fantasies; but we gradually found ways to be more and more intimate and in our own way we found yet another new adventure to show our love.

His ass was warm. His hole was puckered and pink. His scrotum was musky and his moans were a welcome sound. But it was dry and I planned to fix that soon too. He loved me and I loved him. And I wanted to love every part of him.

So for now; I fucked him with my tongue and he moaned. I moaned. My dick stiffened again and I licked harder. He moaned louder. And I couldn't get enough of him. And I don't think I ever will.



College Reunion - Day 02



Note to the reader. This is the second and final chapter in a series. You may want to read the first story to learn about the characters and their background.

Also thanks to Chez for her help editing this one. Hopefully everyone who read the first installment will see the improvement. As always, please vote and feel free to leave any constructive comments.

College Class Reunion -- The Next Day

Waking up

I woke up Sunday morning wondering if all of last night had been a dream or whether I'd really fooled around with Sharon, a classmate of mine from 25 years ago. It certainly seemed real, and I know I'd been thinking about it most of the night. But did I really act out on my desires?

If I did, I wonder what she thought of a married man coming onto her in the parking lot of her hotel. Were we both that drunk? In know I wasn't, I'd been cutting back since we got to the bar at 11.

I got up and went up to see what my folks were doing. On the table, I found a note saying they'd gone to church and would see me when they got back around 11. Mom also let me know there were homemade cinnamon rolls in the refrigerator. After a roll, some coffee and a piece of fruit, I felt pretty good. No hangover feeling I would expect if I'd really drank a lot the night before.

As I was eating, I remember getting Sharon's cell number yesterday when she was planning to go to part of the homecoming game and then catching up with us later. I decided to take a chance that she might be awake.

When I called, it rolled over to voicemail after 5 rings. "Hi, you've reached Sharon. You know the drill, leave your name, number and a brief message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. "

"Hi Sharon, this is Terry. I think we talked last night about connecting up the next time I make it to Chicago. Rather than wait that long, I was hoping I could take you to breakfast this morning before you head back home. Give me a call when you get this message"

With nothing else to do, I took my shower and then got the car packed. About 9:30, my cell went off. I knew it was too early for my parents, so I assumed it was either Sharon or my wife. "Hi Terry, this is Sharon. I just got your message. I'd been out to breakfast with Lisa, Karen and Ann." You said.

"No problem Sharon. I was just hoping I could see you before you left. Did Lisa get off OK?" I inquired.

"Yea, she left from the restaurant. I came back to finish packing and then was going to head out. I guess we could have a cup of coffee. There's a pot in my room. But, what are you expecting?" you asked with a cautious tone to your voice.

"What I expect Sharon is to see your wonderful smile. Is that an acceptable response?" I asked with a grin. I know we were talking on the phone, but I hoped it came across.

"Well OK. How long will it take you to get here? I'm in room 134. It is at the end of the hall, just as you come in the parking lot. I think you can come in those doors." you replied.

"Give me about 20 minutes and I'll be there. I have to make a stop first, because I'll be hitting the road after I leave you".

I quickly finish packing and jump in my car. About a mile from my parent's place there is a Walgreens where I stop to get a single rose and a box of condoms. While I'm there, I also get two bottles of Diet Coke with Lime for my 8-hour drive.

I arrive at your door in 22 minutes from when we hung up. Just as I'm about to knock, you open the door. "I saw you walk up to the side entrance" you grinned. As you opened the door wider, I walked past you, but not without catching a whiff of your citrus smelling hair.

When I turn around, I see you walking toward the bathroom. "I'll start the coffee now" you say as you walk by. I'm looking at how different but nice you look from last night. Now you are wearing a beige corduroy jacket over the same black sweater. Only now, instead of skirt and stockings, you are wearing some tight jeans with your boots. The jeans do a good job of showing off your long legs and other assets.

When my gaze makes it's way back up to your face, I see you caught me admiring your looks. As you pour the water into the maker, you ask again, "Are you sure all you expect is to see my smile?"

"Sharon, as I said earlier, all I expect is to see your smile, and I've see you smiling now." After a brief pause I add, "But maybe what you really should have asked is, 'Is a smile all you are hoping for?'" while I walk closer to you.

You push the brew button then look up at me. "About last night" you start.

"Shh" I say as I put my finger against your lips in the classic signal to be quiet. "Sharon, I really enjoyed last night. I had wanted to kiss you all day. And if you'd have asked me this morning what I was hoping for, I'd have replied, '1. That Lisa has left, which she has. Number two, that you would call up front for a late check out." I then moved my finger away from your lips and slid them around the back of your neck. I gently pull you to me, leaning down to kiss you. I feel a little resistance, and you don't immediately open your mouth. When I step a little closer, I feel you begin to relax. I feel your lips part slightly.

When we break the kiss, I look into your eyes as they open. "Terry, we shouldn't. Last night we were both drunk," you say sheepishly. 

"No Sharon, I wasn't. You probably hadn't noticed that once we got to The Winery, I'd switched to straight Diet Coke. I had the one Irish coffee. I knew I was driving. And then when I found out I'd be taking you home, I wanted to be doubly careful. So no, I wasn't drunk. I knew exactly what I was starting." I whispered as I continue to look for a sign. Not seeing you back away, I let my right hand slide inside your jacket to your waist and bend to resume kissing you. This time, there wasn't the hesitancy there had been before.

I soon feel your hands at my waist and then my back. I can feel your chest, with the coat still on, pressing against my chest. I let the fingers of my left hand curl through your soft hair, and brush the back of your neck. I think I hear a brief moan into my mouth. As the passion builds I decide it is time to test the waters. How will you respond to my next move?

I remove my left hand from behind your head, letting it slide along the collar of your jacket. Meanwhile, my other hand slides up along your side, barely brushing your breast before coming to your left lapel. With both hands, I spread the lapels and lift the jacket over your shoulders. You look at me for a moment before moving your arms so I can remove your jacket. Once it is off, I lay it nicely on the couch.

You move into the bathroom to begin pouring the now done coffee. "I think you said something about a cup of coffee."

I walk up behind you, brushing your dark hair off your left shoulder and onto your right. My arms move around your waist and I look in the mirror and into your eyes. "Did I tell you how sexy you looked last night?" I whispered into your ear before nibbling on your earlobe. My hands begin caressing your stomach and sides. My eyes never leave yours. "And you look very attractive this morning too" I add, letting one hand brush over your breast. As I do so, I realize you aren't wearing a bra. I can feel a little sag, but also feel the little bump from your nipple.

"I bet you say that to all the girls" you murmur before I gently pinch your nipple. This causes you to moan. My other hand is caressing the rest of your body, your hips, your ass, your thighs, your arms and your stomach. I feel you begin to relax against me as I nibble on your neck. I don't notice your right hand moving along my thigh till you've grasped my ass and pull me tighter. When you hear me moan in surprise, you wiggle your jean-covered ass against my crotch.

My response is to lower my hand from your breast to the hem of your sweater. "You like watching me touch you don't you Sharon?" I inquired and my hand moved under your sweater and t-shirt. I again felt your soft skin as my hand snaked higher and higher. I was soon cupping your breast, letting my finger brush over your right nipple. You lean your head back onto my right shoulder as my fingers continued to manipulate your bundle of nerves. You feel its power shooting from your breasts to your sex. You can feel the dampness forming between your legs. My right hand continues to touch you, though moving now along your outer thigh and back up your inner thigh.

Without thinking, you spread your legs, allowing my fingers to cup your sex. I can feel the heat of your arousal through the thick material of your jeans. You thrust your hips forward when I begin squeezing my fingers against you. "Does that feel good? Can you feel your wet panties pressing against your clit? Or aren't you wearing any panties, like you weren't wearing a bra?" I chuckled softly into your ear.

All I get as a reply is a moan. I remove my hand from your breast and lower it to the bottom of the sweater. Your eyes are watching my other hand as I lift it from your crotch to the other side of your sweater. "I want to see those lovely breast of your Sharon. I want to see them in the light rather than in the shadows like last night." With that, I begin lifting your sweater up over your body. You raise your arms to assist me.

I'm watching you in the mirror as I expose more of your flesh. I see your belly button isn't pierced like I though it might be. It is very sexy never the less. I pause as I begin seeing the swell of your breast. Your body shudders as the hem of your sweater scrapes over your nipples. You shake your hair out as the sweater passes over your head. I throw it off to the side before brushing your hair over to your right shoulder again. "I think you look so sexy with my arms around you like this." I whisper into your ear. My hands are moving lightly over your newly exposed skin. Across your stomach, up your sides, down your arms, back around your waist till I'm cupping your breasts.

My left hand moves to caress your right tit, brushing over your nipple. Your eyes are half closed as you lean your head back on my shoulder, but I can still see your eyes are watching my face. Meanwhile, my right hand slides down the outside of your right thigh, along your jeans as far as I can reach. I then drag my fingers up your inner thigh. My nails are sending shivers of anticipation through you, centering on your sex. As I inch my way higher, I feel you spread your feet just a bit. You let out a moan when my hand begins cupping and squeezing your crotch. You press your ass back, feeling my erection behind you.

I use my left hand to distract you by squeezing and pulling on your nipple. You reach back to begin squeezing my ass, pulling me and my hard-on tighter against you. I begin lifting my hand to your waist before undoing the button on your jeans. Your eyes flash open and I hear you whisper "Yes," encouraging me to continue. It takes a little longer to lower your zipper but I do succeed. Through the opening, I see the white lace of your panties.

My fingers slide inside your jeans, pressing the wet lace into your slit. "Someone is a little wet, are you as horny now as I am?" I ask before nibbling on your bare shoulder. A simple nod is your only response other than rotating your ass over my crotch. When I reach in deeper I'm amazed at how really wet you are. You let out a moan as my finger presses the lacey material over your clit.

When I move my hand inside your panties, I first encounter the little tuft of hair before reaching the top of your slit. I then notice your breathing has changed. I continue my journey lower, still marveling at how wet and slippery you are. When I connect with your erect clit, I feel you stiffen. You suck in a breath as I begin running my digit around your little button of pleasure.

I increase my pace and feel your response. Soon, you are panting, "Don't stop, that feels so good Terry." "Tell me what you want Sharon, do you want me to make you cum again like last night?" I whisper.

"Please Terry" you start before sensing I want more. "Please Terry, use your fingers to make me cum. You have me so close."

Not wanting you to cum to quickly, I push my hand deeper till my finger is at the entrance to your pussy. You whimper as I circle the entrance without entering. You begin pushing your hips forward hoping that will push me in.

I figure I've teased you enough so I curl my finger inside you. Your pussy begins contracting around me. You are very tight, but I slide in easily with all of your lubrication. I start pumping my finger in and out, letting my thumb continue to brush over your slippery clit. "Faster" you scream as I add another finger inside you. I start moving faster and am soon rewarded by your leg quivering. Your body stiffens and I feel a flood of your nectar covering my hand. "Yes, don't stop. It feels so damn good." You pant. It gets harder to move my fingers as your muscles clamp down on them with a vise like grip.

I feel your other hand cover your crotch in a sign you want me to stop. You seem to be holding your breath and then I feel your legs begin to do limp. A short step forward pins you between the vanity and my body. It seems like minutes before your face begins to relax and you open your eyes. "Did you enjoy that?" I queried. "Terry, I haven't cum like that in a long time. I can't believe how hot it looked having you finger me. I've never watched it before." You grin, looking me in the eye via the mirror.

I kiss your ear before commenting, "You looked so sexy and I loved watching and feeling your reactions, but I'm not done with you yet." I pull my hand out of your soaked panties and away from your breast to your waist. I start kissing my way down your back, across your shoulder blades and grin when I notice the little tramp stamp poking out above your jeans. When I'm kneeling, I slowly slide your jeans over your hips and down your legs. I help you step out of them, leaving you in only your wet white lace T-back panties. I bend forward to kiss each of your cheeks while my hands slide slowly up your legs. They follow me up your body as I stand up behind you.

I reach out and help you turn around. You reach out to my waist pulling me tight against you. I bend down and we are soon locked in a tight embrace. Your tongue is diving towards my tonsils. You then pull back from the kiss, and your hands leave my waist, moving up my chest. "Terry, this isn't right. But you felt so good. You've made me feel beautiful this weekend. Thank you. And now, one good turn deserves another. You seem a little overdressed." You say sexily as you grind your crotch into mine. Your fingers reach down to pull off my sweater, which joins yours on the floor. While you are unbuttoning my shirt, you are kissing my neck and shoulder. As more skin is exposed, I feel you kissing and licking that too. It is very sensual. 

With my shirt off, you press your bare chest against mine. I feel your warm breasts and your nipples pressing against me. Your fingers run through my hair and along the back of my neck as you pull me into another kiss. I feel you nibble on my lower lip, something I find a big turn on. Somehow, you turn us around so my ass is resting on the vanity and you are still pressed against me. Only now, you begin moving your crotch against me, making me harder still. 

You start sucking on my tongue while your right hand slides down my side till I feel it between us. You are stroking me through my jeans. "I think someone wants to come out and play." You grin before sliding down my body, continuing to look into my eyes. When you are sitting on your heels, your reach for my belt. Next thing I know, my slacks and briefs are around my ankles. You pull off my shoes and socks, soon followed by the rest of my cloths.

You are eyeing my cock like it is a cold glass of water and you haven't had anything to drink in weeks. You glance away only long enough to spit into your right hand before looking back up at me with a huge grin. "I'm going to make you feel so good Terry, and I can't wait to taste you." You say with lust in your eyes.

You begin stroking me with your right hand while your left is gently massaging my sack, lightly squeezing my balls. You stick out your tongue to lick the tip of my bobbing cock. A drop of clear liquid is present and you enjoy the taste murmuring, "Hmmm, that tastes great."

You lick me like a Popsicle before taking the purple head inside your mouth. I feel you sucking, your tongue brushing the sensitive area underneath. Soon, your head is bobbing further and further. It is so wet and warm, reminding me how wet and warm your pussy was. When I look down, I see your nipples are hard and erect. Your right hand is pumping me as you suck harder with your mouth. I feel a finger on your left hand probing my prostrate, something sure to make me fire.

I put my hand behind your head. I'm pressing you gently but faster. Occasionally, I think I hear you gag, but you never try to pull away. "I'm getting close." I moan, not wanting to surprise you with a mouthful of cum. You just look up and suck harder and faster. I assume you want to swallow. I'm the surprised when I feel another finger circling my rosebud before pressing in to the first knuckle. I couldn't take it any more and my toes started to curl. "Gaud...." I yelled before I blasted the first shot of jism into your waiting mouth. It was closely followed by a second shot. You then surprised me 

again by pulling me out of your mouth and aiming my cock at your breasts where the next two blasts landed. A few dribbles later, you took me back in your mouth to finish me off. This was almost more than I could take and I back against the vanity.

You look up and me and smile. Then you stick out your tongue that is covered with my white goo. You then make a show of swallowing it all down. Your hands leave my deflating cock to rub the cream into your breasts. "Natures moisturizer" you say as you stand up. I put my hands on your waist and pull you close to I can kiss you. You pull away, surprised that I'd kiss you after I came in your mouth. "Gaud that is a turn on Terry."

"No problem Sharon. You are very good at that. Your Ex is an idiot." I reply.

Just then, my watch did its hourly beep. When I looked at it I noticed it was 11. "Did you get that late check out?" I inquired. "I'm don't want to have to leave just yet." I grinned.

You shake your head then reach for the phone. While you are busy making the arrangements, I reach into my pocket to pull out the box of condoms and put them by the bed.

There you stand, silhouetted by the lamp. Your curves are looking very sexy. I walk up; caress your ass with one hand while the other reaches around to gently squeeze your breast. You feel me against your back while you try to get a later check out time. "One o'clock will be just fine. Thank you"

"You pervert!" you giggle as you set the phone down and turn around. "Are you trying to get us kicked out of here?" you grin.

"Actually, I was going to try to remove those panties while you were talking so I could continue tasting you. I got a sample last night and want more now" I reply before making a show of licking my lips.

I walk over to the bed to set the alarm. You watch as I set it for 12:30. "Why so early?" you ask. "So we have time to shower and clean up" I chuckle. I then push you gently down onto the bed. You still have the heavy cover pushed away from the night before.

As I gaze lustily at you lying there, you move your legs and spread your knees. I can see the damp spot on your panties. I crawl onto the bed, lifting your ankles till they are resting on my shoulders. This gives me a great view of your body. My eyes travel up from the damp spot in your crotch to the valley between your breasts. I watch as they move up and down with your breathing. Then our eyes lock and we both see the lust in each other. "Come up here and kiss me handsome," you whisper.




College Reunion - Day 02



I put your feet back on the bed while I slide up your body. When I stop, my cock, which is hard again, is pulsing at your entrance. You lift your hips, trying to get me to push inside. "All in due time sexy, all in due time." I chuckle before bending down to kiss your left nipple. I feel your back arch and hear a moan from your mouth. My teeth gently bite on your hard knobs. "Hmmm" you murmur.

I kiss my way up your neck and long your chin. When our lips meet there is a quiet passion. It isn't hurried, but rather slow, deep and powerful. I can still taste a salty tang on your tongue.

"I'm going to fuck you Sharon, but not until I've eaten you till you scream." I whisper in your ear. My kisses continue down your neck and shoulder. Then I'm between your breasts, circling one with my tongue and then the other. You grab my head, positioning my mouth over your taught nipple. I breathe hot air before flicking my tongue over the tip. Then I suck it hard into my mouth. A cool breeze follows this as I blow on them. You try to prevent me from leaving your breasts but I make my way further down your body. You giggle when I lick your belly button.

You giggle when I let my tongue trail along the top of your panties. As I kneel between your knees, I reach up to grab your panties by your waist. You lift your ass, letting me know you want me to take them off. As I pull them up, you extend your legs straight up, only slightly parted. I lift your panties up your legs and gaze down at your puffy lips. I can see you're glistening with arousal and your scent is filling the air.

With your legs straight up, I again grab your ankles. This time, I kiss my way down your right leg, taking some extra time at that tender spot behind your knee. I then move to your other leg, continuing past your knee. With your feet now on the bed, I can nibble my way along your thigh. You yelp once when I get a little too much skin.

You sexy scent is getting stronger as I get closer. You shudder when you feel my warm breath blowing over your clit. You then tense in anticipation of my tongue touching you. I pause just a moment until your hands grab my head, pushing my nose into your clit. I let my tongue begin sliding over your lips. You let out a moan of pleasure and expectation.

I drag my tongue up your slit till I reach the base of your clit. With a quick stroke I flick it over your knob, sending little explosions behind your eyes. I start moving my tongue rapidly over your hard pleasure center. Your grip increases, pressing me harder into your crotch. I let my right index finger start playing around the opening of your pussy. Your hips start rotating in response.

"Yes" you moan out as I insert my finger inside you. My lips have clamped onto your clit, sucking it into my mouth. I feel the walls of your sex squeezing me, pulling my finger in deeper. I start pushing it in and out, a little deeper each time. I soon add a second finger and feel you lift your ass off the bed in response. You are beginning to pant. I push in deeper and feel the cushy flesh of your cervix. You suck in your breath and respond "oh yes, that feels good." My fingers curl till I'm rubbing the g-Spot. "That's it, right there Terry...getting...close...Gaud...don't...stop..."

I reach up around your thigh with my left hand and grab your right nipple. This, along with sucking hard on your clit is enough to push you over the edge. You clamp my head between your thighs. My hand becomes flooded with your juices. Your body is shaking as thousands of lights explode behind your eyes. I keep moving my fingers inside you, prolonging your pleasure. It seems like you shake for minutes before going completely limp and releasing my head.

I look up between your breasts at the contented look on your face. When you finally open your eyes, you see me watching you. "Wow." is all you can say. You then grab my head, pulling me toward your head. We kiss again, and again, my cock is pulsing against your very wet pussy. "Terry, don't tease me any more. I need you inside me." you respond, looking into my eyes.

You then reach over to the nightstand, grabbing the condom. "Sit up so I can get this on you before I say the hell with it and take you anyway." I hear you growl. You fingers quickly open the package and slide the rubber on my hard cock. "OK, now you're ready, give it to me quick."

I reach down and slide the head up and down your slick pussy. You lift your hips towards me, trying to get me inside. I can't wait either, so I push the head inside you. I pause, much to your chagrin. Your feet curl around my ass, trying to pull me in. I grab your ankles, spreading them apart. Getting up on my knees, I drive into you completely. "Oh..." you groan at the invasion. Soon you are moving your hips and pleading for me to fuck you.

I pull out almost all the way before slowly pushing back in. As my pace increases, I watch as your breasts jiggle up and down with my movement. "Pinch your nipples" I commanded and watch as you respond. "Hmm" you moan. I pull your ankles together around my neck, changing the position a bit. "Yes, I'm...Cumming" you scream as a smaller orgasm roles over you. I keep pumping, thankful you'd already taken a load down your throat. As tight and hot as you are, I know I'd have shot already.

Once you've recovered, I pull out and say, "On your knees Sharon, I want to take you from behind." You grin up at me and quickly move so you are up on your knees, legs apart and head down, showing me your hot little ass. I see your white cheeks and give them a little smack, which surprises you. "Uggg" you let out.

I rub my condom-covered cock along your slit. You back up, pushing the head inside your tight pussy. "I want it hard Terry, give it to me hard you stud." you yell out as I push in. I put my hands on your hips and start pounding away for all I'm worth. You start moaning out "Yes, so good" in a stuttering way. I feel your reach between your legs to grab my balls. You give them a squeeze, but not too hard. 



I give you a few swats then reach up to grab your hair. "That's it, make me your slut!" you scream. I feel your pussy begin clamping around me and you are panting hard. You have yet another orgasm when I reach around to pinch your clit. I continue to pound you in and out until I hear you say stop.

You pull away and say you need to breath. I roll off and lay down next to you. While you recover, you reach over to stroke me. It feels different than being in your tight pussy. When you are ready, you swing your leg over my hips. With a practiced hand, you guide my member inside you slowly. When our pubic bones are touching, you begin rocking your hips. Your hands are on my shoulders and you look down between your breasts at me. "Terry, now it is my turn to be in control. I want to feel you cum inside me."

You bend down further, letting your breasts sway in front of my face. I quickly capture one of your nipples between my lips. You let out a moan of pleasure, increasing the speed of your gyrations.

You move your feet so you can begin moving up and down. I feel us bouncing and your hand reaches behind you to caress my balls. "I'm getting close," I moan. You begin probing my prostrate and once you push your finger into my ass, I explode with a scream. I feel like I my balls are exploding too.

You feel me expanding inside you and my finger on your clit. You join me in an intense explosion of lights. Your sweaty body collapses on mine. I'm still inside you and we both seem to drift off. I'm not sure how long I'm out, but I realize you are on top of me and I'm still inside you. I smell the citrus scent of your shampoo as your hair is spread on my shoulder.

I begin stroking your body gently. Eventually, you lift your head and look at me. "Wow I didn't know I needed that so bad. You were just what the Dr. ordered Terry." I hear you say. You then jump out of bed, tell me to stay put. Soon you return with a warm wash cloth and remove the condom and clean us up.

You then crawl into bed, lying next to me. You leg is draped across my thigh and your breasts are on each side of ribs. You rest your head on my shoulder and hug me.

I hug you back, letting my left hand caress your back and side. I inhale your scent and feel very relaxed. This isn't feeling like a "one night stand". 

I hear your breathing slow as we both drift off after our exertion. When I wake, I feel your pussy damp and tight against my leg. You look so sexy lying there like that. I glance over at the clock and see it is 12:15. With a mental groan I think that I only have 45 minutes before it is back to reality.

My hand is lazily stroking your back and side. You begin waking and realize where you are. You look up at me and smile. "Sharon, a guy could get real used to this." I comment. I watch as your dimple makes a little smile, but not your normal smile.

You rise up on your elbow, running your fingers through my hair and along my chin. "Terry, first off, you have been very good for me this weekend. Three months ago I broke off an engagement with a guy I'd been seeing for over three years. Towards the end, he was treating me more like a possession than his girl friend. I haven't been with a guy since then." you say. There is a slight pause before you continue, "And as much as I like you, this is never going to happen again."

You can tell by the shocked look on my face that I don't understand. "Terry, I thought about this a lot last night after you brought me home and we had our fun in the car. You are very good at that by the way. But I decided, getting involved with you is a lose lose proposition for me. I think we both know you are never going to leave your wife. I could also see myself falling hard for you. You are handsome, funny, smart and a great guy. So in two years, we've had a few times together, either you down to Chicago or me up to Minnesota. One of two things is likely to happen. Either we split up and I'm in therapy for a year or you get caught and blame me and we are both in therapy for a year." As I look into your eyes, I see they are getting very damp.

"When I was married, I found out my husband cheated on me with someone from work. We went to counseling. I decided to stay. That was when he told me I wasn't sensual enough. He wanted us to swing. He wanted me to do a guy while he watched and other things. After that, I couldn't take it and we split. I met with a therapist for three years to get my self-esteem back. I don't want that to happen again. I can't let that happen again." You pull my mouth around and kiss me gently and lovingly on the lips. "I will always remember meeting you this weekend. You've made me feel sexy, something I haven't felt in years. But I know I'm strong enough now to recognize this for what it was. This was a one-time Friend with Benefits. Who knows, maybe in five years we can do this again. But no promises." you grinned.

"Now lets have that shower and get ready."

I reach up, letting my fingers caress your cheek, brushing a little tear away. "Sharon, you are a sexy lady. I saw that right away. But I've come to realize you are a strong woman. You are right; I apologize for putting you into a lose lose. I won't try to contact you, but I will write a story about it" I grin. I had mentioned yesterday that one of my hobbies was writing erotica. You had referred to me jokingly as a pervert.

"Well lets get cleaned up with that shower you mentioned. I'll rub your back side if you'll rub mine." I see you grin.

The shower was warm and tender. We hugged and touched a lot, but no sex. The time for release was over. This was almost a form of lovemaking. I was growing very fond of her. 

As we left the parking lot, we waved, each lost in our own thoughts. It was a long ride home that day, giving me lots of time to review what had happened this weekend. It also gave me time to wonder about five years from now at the next reunion... 



College Reunion...of Sorts



The following story is an original work of pure fiction. This is my second story that I’ve written and posted. Hopefully there may be more to come. Thanks for reading.

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I couldn’t wait to leave for my trip. My bags were packed and even as I kissed my wife goodbye, I thought of what might be awaiting me. It had been almost eight years since I had last saw her and I wondered if she still looked as good as she did when we were last together.

On my way out of town , I thought about the times that we spent together while attending college. The sex was simply incredible, but the best thing was that there was no romantic relationship between us. We were friends. Good friends. We did everything together. She was just like one of the guys, most of the time. But when we were in bed she was nothing less than a sexual wild cat.

Well, I was now on my way to a business conference, but more importantly I would reunite with Robin in less than five hours. She told me to meet her at the bar that she worked at. A bar. That really suited her I thought. Robin was a drinker, but weren’t we all back then? I had gotten her phone number from Corrie, whom I’d met at a club about a month ago. Corrie was the fourth corner of the rowdy bunch that Robin and I belonged to at college. Denny was the other. He was my best friend and roommate at school. It worked out real well. He had the hots for Corrie and they occasionally got together, but not like Robin and I.

I talked to Robin for the first time since my college days the following Monday after I ran into Corrie. Her voice hadn’t changed and it drove me wild. She still flirted with me as we talked. So did I. We always flirted heavily with one another, back in the good old days. It was so great to hear that type of conversation from her again. She told me that she was living in a small town, which is just North, actually adjacent to the city limit of my destination. I told her that once or twice a year I get down her way on business trips. She said that the next time I was down, I would definitely have to look her up.

Well, the following day at work I scrambled to find some week long business trip to go to. I had to find something quick. And I did; a seminar set for December that lasted five days which meant that I would or could have up to seven days with Robin. Great! Every day from then on, I thought about this trip constantly. It seemed like the first of the month would never come. Halfway up to that point, the anticipation began to eat me up.

Who knows what will happen? She might have a boyfriend. I’m sure she is seeing someone. I do know that she lives with a female roommate so at least she doesn’t live with a guy. Who knows she might be a lesbian now. Wow what if I could do her and her roommate? Oh, the thoughts. What will happen? I realized that she might not want to do anything with me. She may just want to together as two old friends. I pray that this is not the case.

I’ve been married for over five years now and quite simply, I am dying to have sex with someone else. At times I feel like I will burst if I don’t get someone new into bed. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my wife and sex with her is never boring. At times it is still incredibly amazing. But the fact remains that she is still the same person. The same lay for the last five years. Actually more than that. Probably more like seven years. We dated for four years before we were married, but I did fool around on her quite a bit then. This includes Robin. I have been with a total of thirteen women in my life. Fifteen if you count two girls that simply gave me head with nothing else happening. But I’m not complaining. You see, I love sex with different girls and back then I always seemed to find another new one when I felt the need to.

Anyway, as I was nearing my destination, I was formulating my strategy to get Robin into the mood for a week long fuck fest. I mean I was fantasizing about the ultimate sexual encounter. I’m sure that I have had better fucks than what I was thinking about, but I was determined to make this week best ever. In reality, I don’t think anything could top the one night with Wendi. Mmmm. But that’s fodder for another story.

Maybe I could try to get her drunk. Who was I kidding? She could drink me under the table.  I could lie to her and tell her that sex at home was rotten when, and if, my wife was ever in the mood. Or I could tell Robin that my wife was cheating on me. I thought of a lot of stories, but the best one I thought of was the simplest. I would just get her in the right place and in the right mood and just tell her. Or ask her. I wasn’t sure, but just to come right out and convey to her my real motive for this trip. Even if she said no, I felt for certain she would laugh it off as a compliment and we could still have fun. But just not the fun I had counted on.

Here was the exit. The path to paradise. I pulled out her directions, but really I didn’t need them because I had them memorized by heart. I followed them anyway, I guess, because I was just too worried that I might miss a turn and waste precious time that we could spend together.

There it was. I could see the sign from three blocks away. The House of Blue Lights. I pulled into the parking lot, came to stop and checked the way I looked in the rear view mirror, before I ventured outside of my company car.

I walked up to the door and paused. I said to myself, “Please let this be what I dreamed of.” After a good deep breath, I opened it up and went in. The place wasn’t all that crowded. Really just the right amount of patrons. It reminded me of a working man’s Cheer’s. It had all the bright neon lights and smoky haze was layered across the room. I scanned the place looking for her and over at then end of the bar there she was.

Robin was leaning over the bar chatting with some guy on a stool. They were laughing. As I approached unnoticed, I could her them talking. Major flirting was taking place. Same old Robin, but it wasn’t with me. She still looked great. Even better I what I was anticipating. I walked right up to her and she never took her eyes off of that guy. Standing next to her at the end of the bar I thought of something memorable to say.

Not thinking of anything outstanding to say, I said, “What do ya’ got to drink?” She raised up on her elbows and looked at me. Then her eyes sparkled. Her thin lips looked definitely edible. After about a half second pause, her eyes opened wide and a big smile formed. “Mikee!” That’s what she used to call me, whenever she didn’t refer to me affectionately as her “fuck bunny”. She used to introduced me to people at parties and clubs that way. I liked that.

Robin jumped up, threw her arms around me and gave me a big kiss on the lips. She hugged me long and hard, giggling like a little school girl. Afterwards she stood back and said how great it was to see me. I responded with the same then turned and looked at the guy sitting there. Robin then introduced me to Bill. She explained that he and her were “best buds”. Shit I thought. She’s fucking him. Will she fuck me now? Then came the relieve. A gorgeous brunette came up to Bill, put her arm around him and said, “Honey are you ready to go?” Yes, there was still hope.

Robin and I talked for about fifteen minutes before she had to get back to tending bar. She wasn’t the only one working back there, but the other girl wasn’t too keen on serving everyone by herself. It wouldn’t be long though. It was almost eleven o’clock and she would be getting off work at midnight. We talked between drafts and mixes about all the old times, except for the sex. I didn’t bring it up for hope that if she brought it up maybe that would open the door for us that week.

Midnight came and out to the parking lot we went. Immediately she was holding onto my arm talking as we strolled to her car. She still had the same old Firebird, but I was surprised at the good condition that it was in. Robin was hungry so I followed her to the Iron Skillet. We ate breakfast, talked more but still the sex thing didn’t come up. Soon we were back out to the parking lot and again she hung on my arm. You would have thought that we were a definite couple in love. I followed her to her apartment and in we went. It was what I would have suspected. Not fancy, a little cluttered, but definitely a step up from her dorm room she shared with Christine. I nailed her as well on several occasions while at college, but again, that’s a story in its own right.

We sat on the couch, dangerously close to one another. We talked more and more. Flirting filled the air as it once did. As we laughed and chattered, Robin would touch me in various places. She would lay her hand on my leg, arm, shoulder, everywhere. Once she gripped my thigh just as she was reminded of something she thought was important and I swear her fingers weren’t two inches from my already harden cock. I was tingling all over. I felt as if I was in high school again and fixing to get my first piece of ass from the head cheerleader.

She asked where I was staying and I told her the Driskill Hotel. She teased me about having lots of money to stay at a place like that, but I told her that it was on the company’s tab that I worked for. I lied and said that I had never stayed there, but was told that it was a really nice place. The truth is, I always stay there. Mainly because its right on the bar and club strip of downtown. I told her that hoping she would take me up on an invitation to see it with me when I checked in. Her answer was heaven to my ears. Yes.

She complimented me on my nice, new company vehicle as she climbed in. As we drove she slid over to the middle of the seat to pick a good station to listen to. She never moved from that spot for the rest of the ride. Again she was touching and caressing me, but all the while it was just friendly talk. My god! It was just like before! The past has come to the present. And I loved every minute of it. My pants though were about to burst. Every hair on my body seemed like they were standing on end. We got to the hotel and I gave the keys to the valet as we got out. I checked in and off we were to the room. As we got there the bellboy opened the door, turned the lights on and put my bags away.

I tipped him and shut the door. I caught a glimpse of Robin falling back on the bed as I turned around. She looked lovely. She was right were I wanted her. I went over to the window and looked out over the city night. I heard Robin softly moan and as I turned around I heard her exclaim how soft the bed was.

Now who was seducing who? I went over and sat on the edge of the bed. She sat up and pulled me over next to her. We looked at each other, smiled and she hugged me saying that it was so good to see me again. I told her that I wouldn’t have missed this trip for anything. Our noses were about two inches from each others this whole time. Brazenly I brushed her soft hair away from the side of her face around to the back of her ear and moved my hand back to her face and held it. We gazed at each other again. She smiled and in return I traced her lips with my thumb. She responded by slightly parting her mouth and running the tip of her tongue out to my thumb. I stopped and she gently licked all over it. I then just came right out and said it. I told Robin that I was dying to have sex with her. I added that if something didn’t start happening soon, I would most likely explode from the massive tingles that I had moving about me.

With that, a devilish grin overcame her face and she sucked my thumb in all the way, found my rock hard crotch with one of her hands and starting sucking and rubbing me in a real sexy style. I was in heaven. I removed my thumb, gently grabbed a handful of her hair and planted a kiss to end all kisses on Robin. Then in an expert manner, she freed my cock and had her little hand in my shorts rubbing me from the tip to the base almost touching my asshole.

This was more than I could stand. I had to see that beautiful body that I once had held and caressed. Robin fell back onto the bed and sitting up I straddled her and removed her cotton shirt and much to my pleasure she wasn’t wearing a bra. Laughingly Robin said, “Surprise!” Robin didn’t have big tits. Probably a 32B. I can’t believe that I did not notice she wasn’t wearing a bra. In college she only wore one about fifty percent of the time. That tidbit of information had evidently been lost somewhere in my mind.

I smiled and wasted no time in moving down to unbutton her 501s. As I undid her jeans, I marveled at the incredibly smooth skin below her belly button. That light colored streak of fine hair, just as I had seen many times before was still there pointing the way to what I’ve been yearning to reunite with for weeks. Moving back I slowly removed her snug Levi’s from her hips and she responded by bringing her knees up to aid me in my endeavor. The white cotton panties she wore tightly covered her mound and the small bikini straps hugged her sculptured hips up high.

I rubbed her legs back and forth decreasing the distance from my hands to her pussy with each stroke. Robin closed her eyes and stretched her arms up above her head, giving me a hot look of her breast as she slightly arched her torso. She sighed and smiled as I ran a hand over her covered treasure. With that as a cue I leaned forward and kissed her panties hard. I slowly began to eat her through her underwear driving both her and me wild with pleasure. Robin’s moans added to the sexual excitement that filled my hotel room.

I moved her white panties to the side just enough to expose one of Robin’s pussy lips covered with light brown hair and licked up and down the outside before moving to the tasty, juicy wet side. She tensed with pleasure as I sucked her soft flesh. My anticipation overcame my willpower so I swiftly removed her bikini bottoms to expose luscious cunt and began to work on the other side of Robin’s pussy.

Robin was squirming all over as I began making circles around her clit. Then in one swift motion, I swiped my tongue down the full length of her slit. I thought she was cumming, but was wrong when she told me she that she was fixing to burst. I repeated the swipe, pausing occasionally to stick my tongue deep into her pussy. Robin bent her knees, bringing her socked feet up even with my head giving me a good view of the bottom of her ass. I brought my hands up to squeeze and fondle her ass cheeks. My thumb accidentally brushed against her tiny rosebud and Robin squealed with excitement while flexing the muscles in her ass. I found this to be very stimulating myself so my pussy licking gradually began to extend further down to just above her asshole. Testing the waters, I quickly lapped across her anus and she answered with, “Mmmmmmm.”

Taking that response on a positive note, I moved a finger up to fuck her pussy while I concentrated on pleasuring her ass. As I explored her pussy with my finger, I attempted my best anal rim job. Robin tasted so good, in every place and crevice. Previously we had never had any anal experiences and this opened my imagination up to many things that I have always wanted to do. My wife occasionally likes finger stimulation on the outside of her asshole, but that’s it and she doesn’t like to return favors. Once she even let me fuck her ass, but she just did it because she knew that I wanted to so badly. It felt good, but afterwards I felt bad, because I knew that she didn’t like it. But anyway, back to the Driskill.

Robin said through a heavy breath that I had to make her come now. So I moved up to concentrate on her clit with my mouth. As I started sucking her stiff little bean, I plunged not one or two, but three fingers into her cunt and pumped them in and out feverishly. I sucked, licked and nibbled on Robin’s pussy like a sexually starving wild cat. Then it happened. Her body began to contort. Her stomach muscles contracted and with clenched fists she elevated her head off the bed, moaning uncontrollably. I kept on going, forcing her to beg me, make me stop.

Finally she had enough. Robin grabbed my head and literally threw me to the side, panting like she had just ran a hard mile. She complimented me on my mouth saying that she remembered it being good, but not that good. I moved up to take a nipple into my mouth, but didn’t suck long before she told me to take my clothes off.

I stood up next to the bed and began to undress. After I finished I bent over to remove her socks. While I performed this task, Robin moved over to provide some more attention to my dick. As I raised up she engulfed my cock, down to the base in one fluid motion.

I sat back on the bed and Robin put her mouth back on my cock. She was, and still is, an expert cocksucker. Of all the girls that have given me head, and there have been many, she was the one that could make me cum the fastest. She knew how to do everything right. And I found that Robin still had not lost her touch. I told her to slow down a little, because I was about to cum and wanted this to last a while. With that said she stopped, looked up at me, offered me a devilish grin and gave me a slow, deliberate lick from just above my asshole all the way up to the tip of my cock. I was in sexual heaven. Robin then started licking my balls and dick all over and our eyes never left each other.

Suddenly I felt her finger lightly brushing my ass. Oh, God that felt good. Her licking got lower and lower until she her tongue was at a place no other girls had ventured. A hand came up to slowly jack me off as she concentrated on giving me a most incredible rim job. She had definitely done this before. Robin lightly rippled her tongue around and across my anus. Occasionally I had to move my hand down to my cock to make her pause her hand work because I did not want to come yet. She would always comply by temporarily moving her caressing fingers down to my balls and work on them for a while. Then the most incredible feeling, up until that point happened. She began tonguing my asshole. As she drove her tongue deeper and deeper into my ass, her hand job increased with speed.

I told her that I couldn’t stand it any longer and that I had to cum. Robin said, “Okay, you asked for it.” And with that said, her lips came back up to the tip of my cock, formed the most perfect circle and swallowed my entire dick. At the same time I felt something for the first time. Robin easily slid a finger into my ass and wriggled it around. It felt, oh, so good. As Robin picked up the pace of deep throating me so did the speed with which she fucked my ass with her petite finger.

I told Robin that I am going to cum and she suddenly stops and straddles my body, looking like the cat who just ate the canary. She says, “Not yet you don’t.” She then raised up and positioned herself over my cock and I watched in jubilation as my dick disappeared. She then slowly raises up and then slams down onto me and repeats this over and over. I tell her I can’t take it anymore, fuck me harder. Now, Robin likes to control a man in bed. She loves to stretch it out for the guy and sexually torture him as long as possibly. But the time had come for me to, well, cum.

She senses this, pulls off and dives back down on my dick, sucking and bobbing with the likes I’ve never before seen. I don’t believe there is a volcano around that spewed as much, or with the force, as what my cock was in Robin warm, soft mouth. She eagerly drank my cum for what seemed like a full minute.

After she drained me, she continued to suck my cock like it was her favorite candy. I couldn’t stand the sensation any longer. Her mouth and tongue were too much for a mere mortal man like me. Forcefully, I grabbed her faced with both hands and flipped her onto her back, raised her legs up over my shoulders and began fucking her hard and solid. I reached down and started fingering her ass. This made Robin’s groans turn to joyous screams of “Yes, yes, fuck me hard!”