4 comments/ 9485 views/ 2 favorites A Spring Mourning By: saustin5432 Growing up with a best friend like Chase was everything a guy could have hoped for. Throughout our teenage years, Chase's place had been the number one hangout for our group of friends. Chase's dad had divorced before they moved to Barrington and he worked two jobs to make ends meet. Because his dad was virtually never home, we had a place we could go with no supervision. This meant unlimited access to cable TV, Coca cola and an occasionally foray into dad's stash of dirty movies and magazines. They lived in a nice home with Chase's sister Mary. Mary was 2 years younger than Chase and a year younger than me. Growing up, she was always a thorn in our plans. She was a bit of a tom boy and always wanted to hang with the guys. We usually had to let her come along on whatever we were doing just to avoid her being a tattle tale when dad came home from work. Keeping her in the fold served us well over the years and when Chase and I moved on community college, Chase's place continued to be the hang out of choice. My first year in college, I spent most of my free time with Chase and my other college friends drinking, playing video games, watching TV and occasionally doing a little school work. Mary was still around much of the time to hang with the guys. Even though she was still senior in high school, she was 18 now and most of us figured that was good enough. She was a recreational pot smoker and occasionally brought out some of her stash for us to share which if for no other reason made most of us want to keep her around. I'm not sure if she had too many friends in school, but I think she felt like she was closer to us than any of them. In late March of that year, I had gone by Chase's after my morning class only to find that he wasn't around. We pretty much had free reign of his house and I let myself in and plopped in front of the TV. Apparently Mary's high school was on spring break, so when she moped down the stairs rubbing the sleep from her eyes, I was surprised but happy to have her company. Even fresh out of bed, I was always shocked how the uncoordinated and just a little bit chubby Mary had grown up to be a very sexy young woman. I remembered thinking when we were in junior high that part of the reason that she might like spending time with the guys was because she looked more like one of the guys. Of course, she was just a late bloomer and when puberty finally hit she ended up with some nice curves and large firm breasts that suited her frame nicely. I'm sure I wasn't the only one to notice, but Mary was more like a sister than a real girl, so I never really thought of her in "that way." Mary and I chatted while a re-run of Road Rules filled the background from the TV. She had obviously just gotten up when she heard me downstairs. Her hair was a mess, a little big greasy and matted from sleeping. She was still wearing sweat pants and a ratty white t-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and I caught myself more than once staring at the outline of her bare breasts pressing up against the cotton fabric. I could just make out the shape of her nipples where the slightly darker area of her areolas showed through the shirt. I think she caught me starting at one point and I interrupted the uncomfortable silence with a bold inquiry. "Is it OK if I use your bathroom?" "Sure," she responded, a sneaky smile on her lips telling me that I was totally busted, "but the toilet down here isn't working, so you'll have to use the one upstairs." "OK." I said as I got up and bounded up the stairs. Hopefully she didn't notice my red face. The upstairs bathroom was really more of a shared master bathroom. There were two doors on opposite ends of the room, one leading into Mary's bedroom and the other into her dad's bedroom. I went in via the door that was through Mary's room and it immediately obvious that she normally had exclusive access to this bathroom. The sink top was covered with all sorts of lotions, make-up, brushes and hair products. Piled up in front of the door to her dad's room was several days' worth of dirty laundry. As I stood there taking care of my business, my mind wandered to images of Mary's breasts in her opaque white t-shirt. I thought about how much I would enjoy peeling back her shirt and taking her firm breasts into my hands. I wondered what kind of nipples she had. Were they the little pencil eraser type or they bigger like finger tips? I was sure I'd never find out, but it was fun to think about. I shook off the fog and focused on the task at hand as I found I had started to develop a slight hard on that was affecting my aim. After finishing in the bathroom, I washed up and headed back out into Mary's room. Just outside the door, up against the wall to the right of the bathroom entrance was Mary's dresser. The top drawer was open and her panties were piled randomly inside it. My dirty thoughts about Mary today wouldn't let me pass up this opportunity for a little window shopping. I grabbed the first pair right off the top. They were plain blue lycra hip huggers. As I held them out I couldn't believe Mary, or anyone over the age of 5 would even fit in them. I brought them up to my nose to take a whiff and was a little disappointed to find they just smelled like fabric softener. I tossed the hip huggers back in and moved on to a cute little red thong. The front satin fabric was edged with some lace that stopped just behind where the cotton patch ended and met with the string that spent its time nestled between Mary's cheeks. I started to get hard again as I imagined her wearing that lacy little number and slowly stripping it off for me. I tossed it back into a drawer as well and decided I better stop snooping before I got busted again today. I headed back down to the living room where Mary was just where I left her. She was staring blankly at the TV when I entered the room and sat down. My erection had mostly subsided, but my desire for Mary had taken an unexpected upturn. Not wanting to dwell too much on the many ways I wanted to be intimate with Mary, I started some conversation, "What are you thinking about doing after high school?" "I'm not really sure," she said, "but I'm probably going to end up at the community college with you guys. I've also been taking a couple of classes to get my massage therapy license." "Really?" I replied. "I didn't know you were interested in that. Are you thinking about therapy as a career, or just a hobby?" "Honestly, my friend Jenny talked me into it. She wanted someone to take the classes with. She's trying to work her way through college and I'm pretty sure she's doing a little special massage work on the side...if you know what I mean." "Jenny? Really? I never would have suspected," I said, honestly surprised the Jenny who I had met several times and had come off a bit prudish in my opinion was serving the community at large with many happy endings. "Yeah," Mary added, "I think she tries really hard to keep it separate from her real life. She's very discreet about it all." "That's probably a good idea. So, are the classes hard?" "No, not really," she said, "I've finished most of the preliminary stuff and a lot of the book work. I've just started working on the practical applications. I have to work several hours a week at the school's massage studio. I'm not sure I'm cut out for it as a career though. I'm really struggling with being able to give a therapeutic massage to anyone who walks through the door. I've been pretty uncomfortable with a few of my clients already and I know the school screens them for us. Who knows what I would get if I was doing it professionally." "What didn't you like?" I inquired. "Well," she started, "it's been hard to work on some of the men that have come in. It's really strange when they roll over and it's obvious they have a big hard on. Many of them are also very suggestive to me. I usually try and laugh it off and remind them that it's against the rules. I also find it hard to massage women. We try our best to maintain modesty, but many of the deep tissue massages focus on the thighs, back and butt and I just feel uncomfortable touching another girl there." She paused and then continued, "I'm sure I'd get used to it, but it's just another thing to have in my bag of tricks for now. I'm sure I'll at least finish the courses to apply for a license." "Can I get a demonstration?" I asked with a big, doofy on my face. Mary responded, "Sure, I'd be glad..." but she looked over and saw the grin on my face and finished, "...to, but I don't give happy endings. You'll have to try and find Jenny on the internet for that you sicko." We both laughed. "But if you were serious," she added, "I'll give you a massage. You can give me some feedback on how I'm doing. I think most of the regulars at the school probably get frequent massages. I'd be curious what an infrequent flier would think." "Well, if you're just looking for feedback," I said, "I'm sure I could accommodate." "OK. Deal. I'm going to head upstairs and take a shower and put some clothes on. In case you haven't noticed I rolled out of bed when you let yourself in. I'll get you when I'm ready." Mary got up and was facing me as she bent over to grab her slippers. Her shirt hung low off her neckline and I could clearly see her breasts hanging free from her chest. I think she took a little extra time before standing back up, but when she did she looked straight at me with a grin and I knew I was busted again. As she walked over to the stairs, I watched her perfectly rounded ass move with each step and I was consumed with thoughts of her butt bouncing off my hips as I penetrated her from behind. Moments later she was gone from my view and I heard the water running in the shower. It took all of my self-control to not barge into the shower and take my chances with Mary's reaction. My stiffened rod wanted to do that and so much more, but I focused on trying to think of something else and grabbed to remote to flip through the channels. Fortunately there was an episode of COPS, which is always a good way to take your mind of things. After only one beat down by the Dallas police force they were following, I heard the water shut off and some rustling around upstairs. Just a couple of minutes later, Mary called down the stairs, "I'm ready now, why don't you come up here." I clicked off the tube and headed upstairs again. I walked towards Mary's room and when I entered I noticed it was picked up, the drawers were closed, the closet was closed and the bed was stripped of everything but the fitted sheet. Mary stood on the far side of the bed. She was wearing a loose fitting black t-shirt and she was clearly wearing a bra now. Her breasts were pressed up and together more and I imagined the cleavage formed by her creamy skin, even if I couldn't see it now. Her shirt was tied in a knot at her waistline and she had put on black spandex shorts that showed every curve of her lower body. I tried to spot any panty lines to see if she was wearing any, but the shadows in the room prevented me from making out any details in the black fabric. Her long blond hair was still damp after being only towel dried and brushed and hung down just onto her shoulders. On the table next to her bed, there was small hot plate with a bowl filled with water warming on top. In the water sat a small bottle that I assume was some type of oil. Mary was rubbing her hands together like she was trying to warm them up. "Strip down to your boxers and lay face down on the bed near this side," she said, pointing to the bed near the side she was standing on. "You can put the pillow under your chest and cross your arms one forearm on top of the other. You can rest your forehead on your arms." I did as I was instructed. I heard Mary grab the bottle of oil from the warm water and open it up. A few seconds later I felt her warm hands spreading warm oil over my back. It felt great as she began to work my flesh and muscle. She worked from the base of my spine, up along the spinal column and then focused her efforts on the broad shoulders and upper back, varying pressure and technique as she moved around. I could feel the stress of life melting out of me with each kneading motion. I moaned a few times as she found several knots that required some extra work. I felt Mary climb up onto the bed and she took a position straddling my butt. She started putting her body weight into her strokes and my muscles released the last bits of tension that were remaining. After Mary finished with my back she moved to my calves, hamstrings and butt, focusing on each major muscle group. A few of her strokes on the backs of my legs had put her hands and fingers up the legs of my boxers and stimulatingly close to my scrotum. Each time I felt a tingling sensation course through my body and I had developed a steady erection as the hot strokes of her oily hands continued to work my legs. "Roll over," she said when she had finished with my back side. "Um, I don't think I should," I said, embarrassed that I would reveal to her the thoughts that were floating around in my head. "Don't be silly," she snickers, "I'm a professional." "Well, technically you're only studying to become a professional." I conceded as I rolled over to reveal a tent in my boxers. Fortunately for me, the pattern of the fabric hid small wet spot that had formed from my pre-cum soaking through. "Well, well, nurse. What do we have here?" Mary said, as if she were a doctor talking to a nurse. I was waiting for a laugh, but what I got was a towel covering my face. "It'll help your situation if you can't see what I'm doing," she said, emphasizing the word "situation" and with that I felt her hands again spreading the warm oil over my chest and arms. She started with my biceps and worked her way through my shoulders to my chest. Now that I was facing up towards Mary I could smell the mixture of massage oil and the fruity soap and body wash that she used in the shower. Unfortunately her assessment of my "situation" was completely incorrect and now that I was left to picture what was going on in my mind, I had thoughts of her pulling off the towel from my face to find her straddling me, her moist sex inches from my face, waiting to be licked and probed by my tongue. I was fully erect now and I felt Mary climb onto the bed as before. She again straddled my hips as she sat down gently on my erection, flattening it against my body. She put her weight behind her strokes again and with each smooth passing of her slick hands over my chest my penis lightly brushed along between her legs. When she had finished with my chest, she moved onto my thighs and eventually finished up with my feet. "Finished," she said as she hopped next to me on the bed. She snatched the towel from my face and tossed it on me to cover over my erect rod. "That was great," I said, "I've never felt so relaxed in my life." As I looked over to Mary, a smiled appeared on her face, accepting the honest compliment for a job well done. Her forehead was beaded with sweat and she was breathing slightly heavy. "You're welcome," she said as she got up from the bed. "Now get dressed and get out of here so I can get cleaned up and dressed. I don't want to be a slob when you take me out to lunch." Mary returned to the bathroom as I got dressed and my thoughts of undressing her and making love to her slowly and deeply filled my mind. She did a great job of being professional about the whole experience, but I found it to be one of the most erotic experiences I have ever had. I treated her to lunch and we spent the afternoon hanging out with Chase, watching TV and drinking beer late into the night. When I returned home, before I could even begin to drift off to sleep, I masturbated two times to scenes played out in my mind where Mary's massages finished with her body writhing on top of my cock as I filled her with semen. It was around a month later when both of our lives took a terrible turn. Mary had returned home from massage school late on a Thursday night to find Chase unconscious on the couch. The coffee table in front of where he was seated was littered with beer cans and a couple of empty liquor bottles. Chase was barely breathing and Mary wasn't able to rouse him. She was scared and called 9-1-1 and after the paramedics, an ambulance ride to the hospital and several hours trying to revive him, Chase died from alcohol poisoning. The news quickly spread through school and our community. I was devastated. The following week was one of the toughest I had ever experienced. The day before the funeral I had lunch with Mary and her dad. It was a somber affair and we were all struggling with whether or not Chase's death was an accident or suicide. The funeral and burial were just as tough on everyone who knew Chase. I was mostly still in shock and even though I walked up to his body lying there in the coffin, I don't think I really believed he was gone. The following nights were mostly spent in a drunken stupor of my own, not trying to kill myself, but not ready to deal with the pain of losing one of my closest friends. I returned to school the following Monday after missing an entire week and tried to get back into the routine of my life. Getting back to the regularity of school and work made the time pass quickly and before I knew it, it was mid-May and finals were the next week. I was lucky to have teachers who backed off on classwork the last week so I could spend extra time studying. I was still living at home with my parents and after they had both left for work on Thursday morning, I was studying hard for a chemistry final that I wasn't looking forward to taking when I was interrupted by a knock at the front door. When I opened the door, I was shocked to see Mary standing there, as radiant as ever but with a sad look in her eyes. I invited her in and directed her to the living room. She was dressed in tight fitting jeans that flattered her figure and paired with the black 3 inch heeled pumps she was wearing, made her legs look like they went on forever. On top, she had a white, spaghetti strap tank top with a black bra that you could clearly see through the thin white fabric. Her black hair was completely straight and was longer than I remembered; now hanging down past her shoulders and onto her chest, the ends hanging just above her breasts. Her tight fitting tank top had a plunging neck line revealing just enough cleavage and a tiny bit of black lace that edged the tops of her bra cups. There was small gap of skin in between her low cut jeans and her top that revealed her milky white skin. Just above her jeans on her back was a small tattoo of a group of blue butterflies. As we sat down on the couch next to each other, I looked into her icy blue eyes that looked as if they would burst into tears any moment. "How are you doing?" I asked. "I'm OK I think," she replied, "it's been a hard few weeks for me and even worse for dad. How have you been doing? "Honestly, sometimes I'm not even sure I realize he's really gone." I said. "I catch myself thinking when the phone rings it's going to be Chase, like he was just gone on vacation or something. With school and everything else that's been going on, I think maybe I'm just dealing with it slowly." "I know what you mean," Mary said, her words trailing off as her thoughts took her somewhere else. After a short silence, she continued quietly, "Do you have something to drink?" "Sure," I said as I started to get up, "what do you want?" "Coke would be great," she said. It was still obvious that her mind was elsewhere as her eyes stared off out the window across the room from her. As I walked the opposite way across the room she kicked off her shoes and tucked her legs up underneath herself forcing her to plant her elbow on the armrest to prop up her body. A Spring Mourning I returned quickly with a glass of ice and a can of Coke. "Thanks," she said as she took the glass and held it for me while I opened the can and poured three quarters of a glass for her. I placed the can on the coffee table in front of the couch and she took a quick drink before placing the glass next to it. When she bent forward to place her drink on the table, I sat down next to her and noticed the gap at the back of her jeans briefly revealed the top of her black lace panties. Instead of returning to her previous position, after placing her drink down, she pivoted her legs over the armrest opposite of me and laid her head in my lap. The breeze from her motion tickled my nose with a hint of peppermint from her hair and a sweet smell of Coke wafted up with her breath. I looked down over her slender body. Her breasts had flattened slightly against her chest and threatened to pop out of her bra. She briefly closed her eyes and the edges of her eyelids formed a dark line of eyeliner splitting the light tan mascara. Mary let out a sigh as opened her eyes and our gazes met. Her full lips formed a shallow smile but her eyes were glassy again and I expected the tears to flow any minute. "I miss him," she said, her smile fading slightly. She grabbed my hand, placed it gently on her stomach and rested her hand on top of mine. I could feel her abdomen with my hand rise and fall with each breath. "I do too," I said, not knowing what other words I could use to sooth her aching soul. A grin crossed her face again and she said shyly, "I've missed you too. I never realized it before, but I've spent a lot of my time with you and the guys. Now that Chase is gone, I've been lonely." Not knowing really what to say, I answered, "Well, you're here now and you can stay as long as you want." Mary snuggled her head up against my stomach and wrapped both of her hands in a tight embrace around my arm and hand, holding it to her stomach, just below her breasts. She closed her eyes again and we stayed silent enjoying each other's healing touch. I watched her chest move with each breath she took and as it slowed slightly I realized she had fallen asleep. Not wanting to disturb her, I closed my eyes as well and let my mind drift. As I silently relaxed, my mind thought back to the warm touch of Mary's hands when she massaged my bare skin. I remembered how turned on I had gotten and how badly I had wanted to take her right then. I pictured her laying nude in front of me, her pale skin awaiting my tender kisses that would send goose bumps all over her body. I imagined spending time investigating her breasts and using my tongue and lips to coax her nipples into hardness. I wondered if she had a patch of jet black pubic hair or just her bare shaven skin. Before I realized it, I had drifted off to sleep as well. I'm not sure how long we had slept, but I awoke to a soft touch on my lips. When I opened my eyes I saw Mary's face inches from mine, staring curiously into my eye. When she registered that my eyes opened, she pressed in again, her lips against mine soft and warm. I felt her leaning in with her body and she placed her hand on my chest for support, as she moved in for another kiss. Our lips parted and our tongues greeted each other and continued past to probe each other's mouths. I placed my hand along the back of her neck, drawing her into me. I was still in a seated position and Mary moved to straddle me, never parting with my lips for even a brief moment. After exploring the deep recesses of her mouth, I used my hand to brush her hair back behind her head and she responded by breaking our kiss and tilting her head away from my hand. I moved my lips down along her jawline up to her ear. I inhaled deeply taking in the scent of her hair and skin as I continued to kiss down along her neck. Mary placed her hands on the back of the couch on both sides of my head, arched her back and lifted her head giving me full access to explore her neck and breast bone with my mouth. As I kissed along the underside of where he chin met her neck she let out a sigh of pleasure and I felt her squeeze my legs with hers. "I've wanted to kiss you for as long as I can remember," she whispered in my ear then running her tongue along the edge down to the lobe, finishing with a kiss to my neck. "And I've wanted you to kiss me too," I responded as I wrapped my right hand around her neck again, pulling her eager mouth to mine. My left hand was left to exploring her back and waist, her skin smooth and soft. After another long, passionate kiss, Mary pulled away and sat on her haunches. I realized my exploring hand had moved her tank top up to where her bra was just peeking out of the bottom now. As she wrapped her hands around the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, she added, "I want you to kiss me more." Mary tossed her shirt aside and placed her hands on my shoulders while I wrapped my arms around her waist, interlocking my fingers behind her back, drawing her close as my kisses migrated lower onto the now exposed tops of her breasts. As I gently kissed her breasts and chest, Mary pressed herself down hard on my now engorged rod and she let out a breathy whimper. She leaned her upper body back, supporting herself on my hands and reached with both of her hands behind her back to undo her bra. As the tension was released from her garment, it started to slide off her breasts. She straightened her arms in front of her and moved her shoulders forward, both allowing her bra to fall off her shoulders and pressing her full breasts together. I lowered my head and supported her back with one hand while my other hand moved to cup her breast, taking her nipple into my mouth. I delicately circled her light brown areola with my tongue and immediately saw her small nipple stand at attention. I gently drew her nipple into my mouth, pulling it lightly with my lips while pressing against it with my tongue. As I moved my head away I took her other breast into my hand. It was firm and felt heavy, the skin was soft. I positioned this nipple in between my thumb and index finger and lightly coaxed it to match the other. Mary aggressively yanked my t-shirt off and I pulled her bare chest against mine as we explored each other's lips again. The heat of her body was like a blanket fresh out of the clothes drier pressed up against me. Her chest had developed a slight sheen of sweat and when she pulled her body away from mine cool air wicked away the moisture she left behind. Mary backed off the couch and stood up in front of me. Her C-cup breasts hung heavily on her chest, separated more than they had been before now that they were no longer supported by her bra. Her still erect nipples and areolas stood out against her light skin. She placed her hands on her sides, just below her breasts and slowly slid them down towards her jeans. When she reached the waistline, she placed both her thumbs behind the denim fabric and pushed them down slightly, revealing just a bit of the black lace of her panties that I had seen earlier, then with a giggle, she turned away from me. She unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and then slowly slid them down her legs revealing black cotton, hip hugger panties trimmed with black lace. Removing her tight jeans had pulled them down slightly revealing the top of her butt while she slowly bent down to push her jeans all the way to floor. Mary straightened up and stepped out of her jeans, then turned to face me again. Her legs were long and slender and the cut of her panties made them seem even longer. Just above her panties, her hips dipped into her sides and curved up towards her chest. I didn't want to stop staring, but my raging erection was causing me to lose focus and all I wanted to do was take her into my bed and insert my desire into her. With a wiggling finger, Mary signaled me to come to her and I stood and stepped to her. We embraced and kissed again. She slowly parted from my lips and moved her kisses down along my neck and onto my abdomen. She dropped onto her knees and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. She inserted her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and slid both my boxers and pants to the floor. My cock was at full attention now and the head was already glistening with pre-cum that had started to leak out. Mary's hands returned from the floor and one hand held my aching shaft, holding it up while she explored my shaved scrotum and along the bottom of my erection with her tongue. Mary wrapped her hand around my throbbing rod and parted her lips to take in my cock head. The heat of her mouth around my cock caused me to spasm slightly as she took me as deep as she could. Slowly, she started to work up and down my shaft with both her hand and her mouth, occasionally removing her mouth to lick around my glans with her tongue. The rhythm of her strokes sped up and she grabbed my ass with her free hand to steady herself and keep me in her mouth. I could feel myself approaching the point of no return. A few more passes between her lips and I would have filled her mouth with streams of semen, but she must have sensed them same thing and pulled her mouth and hand away leaving just the cool air to envelop my glistening wet shaft. Mary stood and our mouths locked again. She positioned my member between her legs and she wrapped one leg around my hip. As our tongues penetrated each other's mouths she slid her panty covered sex along my shaft. I could once again feel the heat of her inner fire warming my cock. I reached a hand down and grabbed her ass to help support her as well and guide her along my shaft. Her thrusts increased in frequency and force and our lips were forced apart by her need for air. Her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me tight against her body as she panted heavily into my neck. Her pace slowed and she placed both feet back on floor, "take me to your bed," she demanded. I grabbed her by the hand and led her to my room. My bed was made and she tossed herself onto the bedspread. She lay on her back with her knees bent and legs spread, inviting me to take my position between them. The crotch of her panties was covered with a sticky residue left behind from my eager erection. After placing a few strategically placed kissed on her legs, I slid my hands under her ass and slid her underwear off. I was greeted with an intoxicating fog, thick with the smell of her sexual musk. Once I had passed her knees with the panties, she again spread her legs wide, inviting me to return. Her dark black public hair was neatly trimmed on her mons but her labia were completely shaved and lay open and wet, waiting for me to penetrate. After extracting her panties from her legs, I kissed my way back up along her leg and as I reached the apex, I lightly tongued the space between her outer and inner lips taking her scent in through my nose and her sweet nectar on my tongue. Mary arched her back slightly as my tongue passed near the mound of flesh covering her clitoris. After a few near misses, I pressed my tongue up against this area, using slight pressure to pull the hood away from her swollen bean. While continuing to probe her clitoris with my tongue I slid two fingers into her slick canal, withdrawing and penetrating her rhythmically. Mary moaned and squirmed and I watched from my vantage point between her legs as she squeezed her breasts and teased her nipples. I buried my face into her crevice and repeatedly inserted my tongue as deep as it would go. Just as her moans increased in frequency and the thrashing of her hips across my face indicated she was nearing orgasm, I felt her hand push my head away while simultaneously pushing herself back by planting her feet and straightening her legs. At first I thought something was wrong, but I quickly realized as she grabbed my head and directed me onto her body that I was about to experience the moment I had masturbated to so many times the past few weeks. My sweat slickened body slid easily on to hers and we met with a sloppy wet kiss just as I inserted my cock into her eager pussy. As I slowly inserted my shaft, her wetness engulfed me and she let out a deep moan when I had buried it to the hilt. She brought her knees up along my flanks which pivoted her hips for deeper penetration. I straightened my arms and supported myself above her as I started to pump my swollen shaft in and out. With each insertion my hips slapped against her thighs and caused her breasts to lightly bounce up and down. My arousal was peaking as my mind was overwhelmed with the sounds of moaning and those made by my cock riding in and out of Mary's dripping wet sex coupled with the aroma of sex and sweat that filled the room like heavy cigar smoke. Mary reached down between us and started rubbing her clitoris with her fingers as I increased my speed and pounded hard against her legs. I knew I wouldn't last much longer and just as my first burst of hot semen shot deep into her pussy, Mary let out a passionate scream while arching her back and pressing hard on her love bead. We writhed together as I finished emptying my cock into her with several deep, grinding penetrations while her body went completely stiff and her pussy grabbed tight onto my shaft while her whole body orgasmed. We both sat still for what seemed like an eternity and then I collapsed onto her body while we both panted into each other. After a couple of minutes, I rolled onto my back next to Mary, my softening shaft covered with her wetness and my semen. She laid there in my arms for an hour as we both recovered, spent from an exhausting coital experience. We showered together before Mary went home, lovingly cleansing each other of the remnants of our desire. We kissed deeply several more times before she left that day and I never expected that we would never see each other again. After Chase's death, Mary's father could no longer cope with living in their house in Barrington and by the following week, they had packed up their belongings and moved clear across the country to California. Mary's high school helped her finish the last few weeks before graduation. We chatted on the phone a few times before she left and we kept in touch for the next few years through letters, emails and phone calls, but eventually we moved on with our lives and lost touch. I still think about her sometimes and hope that she is doing well. Sometimes I wonder if things would have been different if Chase hadn't died and Mary and I would have had the opportunity for our relationship to grow. * Authors note: This is the first time I've shared this story with anyone. The real life "Chase" was indeed one of my best friends in high school and college. All of us that were close to "Chase" were devastated when he took his own life with his dad's firearm. His sister, the real life "Mary" found him already dead in their father's room with a massive head wound. "Mary" and I had grown up together and there had always been a present sexual tension between us, but we experienced that one moment of shared grief and enjoyment several weeks after the funeral, right before she and her father moved away. Nearly 20 years later, I recently ran into "Mary" who was in town visiting some family. We didn't get long to talk, but she is doing well and looks great for a woman in her 30s.