2 comments/ 35156 views/ 14 favorites Out of His League By: NCGuy85 When Justin was a young 17 year old sophomore in high school he had the same urges any boy his age is expected to have. Unfortunately for him, he hadn't had any luck with the ladies. A bit overweight with glasses, and always a little late to social trends, he wasn't the most attractive kid. He was a shy, intellectual with plenty of friends, many of whom were girls. They felt they could open up to him, but it always stopped short of romance. Those brother-sister like relationships were cherished by the several girls that opened up to him, but tore Justin apart inside. To the girls, he was a sweet, caring, smart guy they could have a conversation with. They didn't have to worry about getting emotionally involved or manipulated. Justin was happy to help them out with their personal issues when they needed it, but he longed for more. He had a high sex drive, but just one girl in particular had caught his eye. Amanda was a year younger than Justin and the two had been introduced through a mutual friend. They began to grow close almost immediately, with different effects on the individual parties. To Amanda, Justin was a breath of fresh air. He was a close friend she could confide in when she needed reassurance or advice. To Justin, Amanda was beautiful, sweet and caring. In short - everything he longed for in a woman. When Justin went off to college out of state the two didn't keep up much. That's just how it is sometimes. He called Amanda a few times in the first month of his absence, but felt awkward because she had never been the one to call him. He figured that she was enjoying her senior year of high school and was getting along just fine without him. "It is what it is," he frequently thought to himself, saddened by their drifting. He didn't have any more luck with women in college than he had in high school. While most of his buddies were either hooking up with good looking girls on the weekend on involved in steady relationships, Justin often found himself lamenting his plight. He had made several new female friends, but again, nothing had turned romantic. Oftentimes when friends from back home would call and inquire about his new life, he told stories about how he had gone on a date or messed around with a girl at a party. They'd never know, and there was no sense in letting them feel pity, right? He did well in school without trying very hard, but he longed for what so many of his friends had ... love. Amanda's senior year of high school ran smoothly. She wasn't popular, per se, but was known by everyone. She was the type of girl that got along with just about everyone she ever met. Because she didn't run exclusively with the "in" crowd, the most popular guys didn't spend much time trying to "hook up" with her. She had friends from every social circle imaginable. Amanda had her hands in nearly every club or school organization imaginable, and had a passion for life that had Justin in awe from their first conversation. Towards the end of her senior year she began dating Eric. Justin knew of Eric and had talked to him on several occasions, but he was devastated when he heard the news. He knew that sooner or later she was bound to feel for a man what so many men had felt for her ... but Eric? Eric was also widely known, but not what you would consider to be popular. He had a beard, which was unique in high school, and a somewhat scraggly appearance. He was in a band and had a free-spirited outlook on life. This seemed to contrast a bit with Amanda, who was a bit more conservative. The summer after Amanda's graduation, Justin came back home. Despite Amanda's relationship, he knew he had to see her. He convinced himself that he would just be closing another chapter in his increasingly lonely life. The two agreed to meet at a pizza parlor near a local college around 3pm on a Friday afternoon. Neither one of them had found a summer job yet, so both were looking forward to spending a lot of quality time together. "JUSTIN!" screamed Amanda upon seeing her friend for the first time in months. "I've missed you so much! How have you been? What's college like? Are you home all summer?" Justin couldn't very well answer all her questions at once, but he smiled, embraced her and took the lead in finding a table. The two chatted over pizza for the next hour and a half, swapping stories about the past year and talking about future plans. Justin could already tell this would be one chapter in his life that would be very difficult to close. Physically, the two couldn't have been much more different. Amanda was 5'6, 110 pounds with medium-length brown hair that she wore both up and down, depending on the day. Many believed her hazel eyes to be her best physical quality, and she always made eye contact when speaking. She had 34c breasts, but kept them hidden underneath her always-conservative dress. Her legs were smooth and tanned from being outdoors so often. Amanda's face was unique. She had bigger cheeks than the average girl and a wide smile that it seemed like she wore all the time. She bore some resemblance to Jenna Fischer (i.e. Pam) from "The Office", and could best be considered cute. Justin, on the other hand, had a body that he detested. He was 5'10, 230 pounds and looked every bit of it. Justin wore glasses as well. He couldn't wear contacts, as they didn't fit his eyes. "Just my luck," he often thought to himself. He often looked at himself in the mirror in disgust, first from the front and then sideways. He always pledged to lose "X" amount of pounds in a given month, but after a couple of weeks he always gave up. It was just too hard! It's not that he overate. He just lacked the motivation to run, or walk, or lift weights. He much preferred to pick up a book or play a computer game. Unfortunately, his habits haunted him when it came to women. Especially Amanda. "So what do you want to do tonight?" he asked Amanda, breaking a pause in the conversation. "Actually," she hesitated. "Eric asked me to have dinner at his parents' house. I'm really sorry, and I feel horrible about dumping this on you at the last minute! Hold on a sec..." Amanda fumbled through her purse, trying to find her cell phone that was ringing. "Hey hot stuff," Justin heard her say into her phone. "It's Eric," she whispered to him. "Yeah, I'm just here at the pizza place downtown with Justin. Justin? Oh we're just friends from a while back and we're just catching up. Nothing for you to worry about!" That really made Justin burn with jealousy. Nothing to worry about? Was he so pathetic that another guy wouldn't be the least bit jealous if he was spending the afternoon alone with his girlfriend? "He'll be here in, um, about 5 minutes I guess," Amanda said. "OK," replied Justin, trying to hide the hurt in his voice. "I guess I'll just wait with you until he gets here. I have plenty of other things to do tonight." That was a lie, obviously. He would probably go back to his house and read or play video games. Yep, pathetic sounded about right. The two made smalltalk for the next five minutes when Eric pulled up in his brand new SUV. When he arrived Amanda beamed, ran up to his window and kissed him on the cheek. She turned quickly to wave goodbye to Justin, who was watching in disgust and anger. To make matters worse, Eric looked at Justin without saying a word and let out a quick chuckle. As they were pulling away Justin heard him say, "Why are you hanging out with that guy? The dude's a loser." Those words stung probably as badly as anything Justin had ever heard. Not that he hadn't been put down before. But the Amanda he remembered from high school would never date someone that was mean-spirited. She was the ultimate optimist, and for her new boyfriend to insult his honor like that was more than he could take. Justin walked back to his much more modest vehicle and closed the door. "FUCK! SHIT!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, turning the radio up as loud as it would go. He began to sob, tears running down his cheeks. Why him? What did he do to deserve all this? He was lonely and nothing more than a guy that girls felt they could air their problems to. The one girl that he loved, he couldn't have. ------------------------------- The next day Justin resolved to not go down without a fight. At this point he wouldn't be satisfied to simply be a guy that Amanda hung out with over the summer and talked to sporadically over the phone. No, he would air his feelings, come whatever. What's the worse that could happen? She'd reject him, and he could move on without having to obsess about her anymore. He made the 15 minute drive to her house, only to see Eric's SUV parked out front. He tried to drive away without being noticed, but Amanda was in the front yard and waved. "Wait! Justin! Where are you going! Come back!" he heard her yell. Shit, he thought. Could this get any worse? The next half hour was the most humiliating in Justin's life. He made small talk with both Amanda and Eric, who was curious about why Justin had come by unexpectedly. Hadn't the two been apart with very little talk for nearly a year? Justin struggled making eye contact with either one of them, even though he was one year their elder. These two were obviously getting serious, and here he was, the pathetic, chubby loser who liked to hang out with a girl everyone knew was out of his league. Surprisingly, Eric said he had to head out to baseball practice, leaving Justin and Amanda alone. Justin knew he had to seize the opportunity or he would never do it. "A-Amanda," he stuttered, mustering the courage he needed. "I've got to be completely honest with you." Amanda looked taken aback and responded, "Sure Justin, what's wrong?" Concern was evident in her face. "Well, I came by today to tell you that I have feelings for you. Before you say anything let me just say that I'm only throwing it out there. I know you're dating Eric and that's fine, but please, just hear me out. I've been in love with you from the moment I was introduced to you. I love everything about you. You're beautiful, smart, kind, caring. You're driven, and everything about you is what I'd want in a woman." Amanda stood frozen in place, unable to move or speak. Her eyes began to well up with tears. Justin couldn't believe it. He had gotten to her. Was this really his chance? "Oh my gosh," she cried, turning to run into her house. Justin was devastated. He left her house that day feeling like less of a man than ever before. He knew what the problem was, but she called him that night to tell him anyways. "Justin, don't say anything," Amanda said over the phone. "We can't talk anymore. I considered you one of my closest friends, but I can't believe what you said tonight. I'm flattered you feel the way you do, but you know I'm dating Eric. We've only hung out twice since you got back from college and you tell me you love me? You ruined our friendship, and I don't think I can even see you anymore. I'm sorry, but bye." She wasn't crying as she poured her heart out to him. In fact, Justin noticed that she sounded rather cold. He curled up in his bed and wept silently to himself, knowing that the love of his life was out of his life ... probably forever. ----------------------- Justin didn't leave his house for the next three days. It wasn't until his friend invited him to a party - a sort of one year high school reunion, apparently - that he even took a shower. He threw on a pair of khakis and a button down shirt and left the house, feeling just as miserable as he did three days ago. When he arrived at his friend's house he was surprised to see cars parked up and down the street. Apparently this was more than a small get-together. Several guys and girls were drinking pretty heavily and loud music filled the neighborhood. Ever the cautious one, Justin wanted to leave. He knew the cops would show up and it would be a mad dash to get out of sight before citations were issued to the underage bunch. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw her. Amanda was dressed in a black skirt that was higher than anything he had ever seen on her, and a white turtleneck that looked stunning on her frame. When she saw Justin she said something briefly to her friend, turned and walked into the house. "Justin, how's it going man!" one of his companions from back in the day shouted from across the lawn. Justin smiled, nodded, and headed for the keg. If he was going to be there he might as well let loose. After catching up with several friends he hadn't seen or heard from in months, Justin was beginning to feel more than a little buzzed. Then he saw the last person in the world he wanted to see. Eric stumbled up into Justin's circle of friends with several of his own buddies and put his hand on Justin's shoulder. "Hey everybody!" he slurred in a joking tone. "Here's that fat bastard that tried to steal my girlfriend!" All but a couple of people laughed, and even Justin's friend's had to bite their tongues from chuckling. Justin was buzzed, but he wasn't stupid. He knew if he had to he could take Eric, but he would easily be outnumbered. "Listen Eric, you've got a great girlfriend. I've got nothing bad to say about you or her, so I'll just leave it at that," Justin managed to make out. "Dude, shut the hell up," Eric said, laughing. "I'd beat the shit out of your fat ass if I thought you could hook up with her. But I don't even think you could if she was piss drunk!" The group of people around the two grew to about ten. "Come on man, you know she doesn't even drink," replied Justin. "Besides, I wouldn't even want to just 'hook up' with her. She deserves a lot better than that." Eric looked taken aback, but the beer got the better of him and he let out another drunk laugh. "Come on man, quit talking like a bitch. You and I both know that's all we're about. Let me tell you what though ... she is one great fuck." That was it. No more playing nice, and no more being diplomatic. Justin couldn't contain his anger and he lunged at Eric. He knocked his beer to the ground and drove Eric into the grass. The two wrestled for the next few seconds with several onlookers cheering them on. Justin's friends jumped into the fray and pulled him off Eric. "What the fuck do you think you're doing man?" asked Tony, the guy who was hosting the party. "I invite you over here for a good time and you gotta start shit? Get the fuck outta here!" Justin composed himself, readjusted his glasses and looked around him. More than a dozen people were watching, now speechless, with mouths half open. Some were grinning, some shaking their heads. Pity was one thing, and Justin had plenty of that in the past. But this disdain ... disgust heaped on him by the watchful eyes of his peers was far worse. He reached his car and drove off. Justin liked to drive when he was angry. He took off and hit the highway for the next hour, cursing himself and his fortune. When he finally made it home it was close to midnight but he couldn't even think about sleep. He decided to drive back out to a park that he and Amanda used to spend time at. It was pitch black, but he wanted to be alone. He found a spot in the grass, plopped down and held his head in his hands. After another half hour of crying and feeling sorry for himself Justin figured it was about time to head back. He looked up, just in time to see a car's headlights shining in the distance. He looked closer. No ... it couldn't be. Amanda!? He couldn't mistake the '97 white Volvo, and sure enough, he watched her step out of her car a few seconds later. Boy, was he going to get it. The last thing he wanted right now was to see her. He wished she didn't even exist. All she had done was cause him heartache and despair. As she approached he stayed on the grass. He finally called out, "Amanda, please, wait. I can explain!" She didn't say a word. When she finally reached him she stood above him, but looked off into the distance. He finally looked up, only to see tears running down her cheeks. "Amanda, I am so sorry. I humiliated you in front of your friends. What I did with Eric ... I don't know what got into me. It's just that..." Before he had a chance to finish Amanda sat down next to Justin and put her hand on his shoulder. She moved her hand to his chin and pulled it towards her. Her makeup was smeared and he barely recognized the innocent girl he remembered from just a year ago. "Justin," Amanda whispered in a hardly audible tone. She leaned in and pressed her lips softly against his. Unable to gather his thoughts, Justin pulled back. "I-I-I... what are you...." Justin couldn't put a sentence together as he looked at the 18-year old beauty. She was young, but mature beyond her years. "Stacey told me what happened," Amanda choked out. "She told me what you said and she told me what Eric said. Gosh, I can't believe I fell for him," she began to cry. Justin was overwhelmed by the turn of events and was still unable to speak. "You know, Justin, I've known a lot of guys in my life. I've had crushes and I've felt like I was in love before, but right now all I can think about is how stupid I've been for not seeing what was right in front of me." "Amanda, you mean...?" "Justin, I love you. When you told me what you did at my house it scared me. I know I told you I was angry, and I was. But I was angry at myself. Angry that I had found myself with a guy that I knew didn't really love me. Angry that I hadn't grasped what I felt for you yet. When I heard what you said tonight, it made me feel loved by a guy for the first time in my life." "Uhm, Amanda, are you drunk?" Justin said in all earnest, convinced that she wasn't thinking straight. "No, I couldn't be more serious," she said. With that she pushed Justin on his back in the grass and moved her body on top of his. She threw her legs over his waist, straddling his thick thighs as she hovered over him. "Right now I feel for you what you've always felt for me. I just want to be with you," she breathed into his ear. In that moment, for the first time in his life, Justin felt like a man. All the books he had read, all he had accomplished in school became irrelevant. The girl of his dreams was telling him what he dared not even dream. With a confidence he had never before felt, Justin put his hands on Amanda's back and pulled her down to his body. He kissed her deeply, opening his mouth for her tongue to lash in. His hands moved over her arms and legs, furiously holding the girl he had coveted for what seemed like a lifetime. Amanda broke the kiss to sit straight up and pull her shirt off. Justin moved his hands up to unfasten her bra. His inexperience was evident as he fumbled with it clumsily. Amanda grinned and helped him out, allowing it to fall to the ground as her breasts were revealed. "Baby," gasped Justin. "You are so beautiful." Justin pulled his shirt off, quickly becoming self-conscious of his less-than-stellar physique. Amanda quickly quelled his fears by leaning down and taking one of his nipples between her teeth. Justin moaned and flipped Amanda onto her back. He kissed her neck and down her chest, pausing at each breast to pay due attention. He kissed down her stomach, undoing her pants buckle. Justin slid her pants down her legs, and stopped. He looked up as his tongue worked its way around Amanda's moist lips. The two made eye contact and Amanda smiled. "Do it, please baby! Eat my pussy Justin!" she hissed. He needed no further instruction. His tongue slide up and down her slit, collecting her wetness. She tasted magnificent. He found her most sensitive spot and went to work. For the next five minutes Justin made love to Amanda's pussy with his mouth, showering her beautiful womanhood with kisses. Out of His League The cool crisp fall air penetrated her and sent shivers down her spine. She loved this time of year. The cool air, the crunchy leaves, and any reason to curl up in front of the fireplace. Too bad nights were spent alone. The dog ran to the edge of its leash pulling Reina along. The park was the perfect place to mentally get away from it all. As she daydreamed longingly about having a man to caress her on these cold nights, there was someone staring at her from across the park. His steel blue eyes were locked on her, wanting her to pay attention. But as always, she seemed just out of his reach. Since they were children, he had always looked at her longingly, but she was always too busy to notice. She would date his friends, but chat with him as if he was her older brother. She would ask his advice about other guys, but never give him the time of day. She had always seemed just a little out of reach. Out of his league. He walked across the park, eyes fixed on her like a predator stalking his prey. When he finally got close to her, he had trouble finding his voice and barely whispered her name. "Reina?" She spun around not knowing who was close enough to say her name so softly and still be heard. The leaves crunched under foot, and her body tensed. He noticed her breasts heaving under the tight cranberry colored sweater. "Mike!" She was surprised to see him after all these years. She threw her arms around him in an embrace that surprised them both. Her chest pressed close to his, and his strong rugged body holding on to her as if he never wanted to let go. A gust of wind sent shivers down her spine, and she curled up to Mike even more. As if finally realizing what was happening, Reina began to pull away, but Mike held on to her waist, not wanting the embrace to be over quite so soon. "It feels like it has been a lifetime since I last saw you," she said while realizing just how cold it was getting outside. "What has it been? Ten years?" She shivered as a gust of wind nearly blew her back into Mike's arms. "That sounds about right. You look good Reina." He couldn't keep his eyes off of her heaving breasts. The cold wind made them even more pronounced than before. "We really ought to sit down over a couple of beers and catch up." Mike wanted to kick himself. Get together over beers? Was he setting himself up to be the best friend again when he finally got the nerve to even say hello. She smiled at him, and looked at Mike as if it was for the first time. His charming smile and dimple in his left cheek were still there from their youth, but that is where the Mike she knew ended. This man had grown up. His dark hair speckled with grey made him look sexier than she could have ever imagined. She also noticed that those arms that had just held her so close were quite muscular, as was the rest of his physique. She bit her lower lip as she looked him over. He truly was one of the beautiful people and grew up so nicely. "A beer would be nice," she said breaking the almost uncomfortable silence, "but I need to stop home to let the dog in. Want to go for the walk with me?" He hadn't even noticed the leash in her hand, and the rather large dog that was stalking him from the end of it, deciding if he was friend or foe. "Let's walk, and then we can take some time to catch up." They went on their way chatting about mundane things in life as they headed to her home. Such polite and coy conversation she thought, but didn't know what else to expect. Maybe this is why they were only ever friends, too much being polite to get in the way. Mike couldn't believe that he was finally spending quality time with Reina. She was so out of his league back in high school that he had longed to be with her, but knew it could never happen. Now all these years later, their lives had managed to bring them both to the park on this late October afternoon. As they stepped up on to the porch, Reina nervously played with her keys. "I wasn't expecting company, so please don't pay any attention to the house," she laughed. "I live alone these days, so who knows what you are going to see lying out and about." He smiled, "No worries." Was it his imagination or did she seem a little nervous around him? How odd. Reina was always so confident and beautiful that he couldn't imagine her being nervous about anything. Just as she turned the key in the lock, her long black hair was blown free of its small silver clip and fell to her shoulders. Mike let out a low whistle, and Reina blushed. She looked incredible. Her hair falling in dark waves around her shoulders, the tight sweater and jeans accenting her every curve, and those long legs that seemed to go on forever. He knew she had always been beautiful, but now she was no longer that hot teenager, but rather a ravishing woman. They walked into the small dimly lit entrance of her home. The lingering smell of incense hung in the air. She put the dog in the back room, just to be safe, and began turning lights on as she walked through the house. She was giving the place a quick look over to make sure there was nothing too embarrassing laying about. "I am so cold from being outside, I want to warm up first before we get going. You don't mind do you?" she gave him that pouty look that said she always gets her way. "What if instead of going out, we catch up here? I could go pick up a pizza if you are interested?" and then he quickly added, "Because here we could actually talk and catch up." She smiled at the thought of getting to stay home for the evening. As she bit her lower lip she replied, "That sounds like a wonderful idea. Do you want to start a fire while I go get changed?" She pointed at the fire place and smiled, and without saying a word he went over and got to work. He heard her walk into the back of the house, her bedroom, he guessed. The fire lit right away, and he couldn't help but wonder around a little bit checking things out. Reina attempted to make a mad dash from her bedroom to the laundry room to grab a sweatshirt, when she realized Mike was standing right there in front of her. She couldn't decide what to do, so she kind of stood there dumfounded her black yoga pants and crimson bra. "You caught me off guard," she muttered looking down. "I was trying to get a sweatshirt from over there..." Reina's voice trailed off. She was so nervous to be caught half naked. Mike couldn't help but stare, which made Reina even more self-conscious. Without even thinking he took a step closer to her, half expecting her to back away. She stood perfectly still. He reached up to brush her dark hair out of her eyes, and lift her chin so that she was once again looking at him. "I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable," he stroked her cheek with the side of his index finger. He was so close to her that she could feel his breath on the side of her neck when he spoke. She didn't know what to think or feel. There was something so familiar about Mike, so comfortable, yet so unknown. "This isn't how this was supposed to play out," she blushed. He backed away feeling rejected, just like he did all those years ago, always a friend he thought. Realizing the sudden change in Mike's demeanor, she quickly added, "I always figured if you had caught me half naked you would just kiss me and not say a word." Realizing that he had misread her, he stepped closer again, this time her breasts pressed tight against him, he tilted her chin up, locked his eyes on her's and leaned down to kiss her. His soft lips barely grazed against her own when she brought her hand up to the side of his face, and knotted her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss washed over them both. Starting out so soft and familiar, and then building into a heated passion that neither had expected. As Mike continued to kiss her, he ran his hands down over her mostly bare back. His rugged hands gently exploring the curves of her body until they came to rest on top of the waist of her pants. When the kiss stopped, she looked down and bit her bottom lip again. She couldn't believe that she had finally kissed Mike. She wanted more. "Let's get those beers and go enjoy the fire," she said taking his hand and walking towards the kitchen. She grabbed two amber bottles from the fridge, and opened them before walking into the living room. He was standing near the fireplace looking at a bunch of photos. Noticing where his eyes were going, she quickly reached for a particular frame, but Mike grabbed it just before she could. "I can't believe you still have this!" Mike said holding the photo looking into the face of his 15 year old self next to a 13 year old Reina. Her mom had taken that photo the summer before his sophomore year at the lake, and now all these years later, she kept the photo, not in hiding, but on her mantle in the living room. A wave of nervousness came over Reina. She took the photo from him, handed him his beer, and collapsed onto the couch. She patted the cushion next to her encouraging Mike to join her. She realized she suddenly felt exposed, having forgotten to grab the sweatshirt, so she reached for a blanket to wrap herself in. "Why do you still have that photo?" Mike teased. Reina could feel herself blush. "You want to know the truth?" "No secrets, remember." "I kept the photo all these years because you were the one that got away." Mike couldn't believe his ears. He was the one that got away? He didn't even realize he stood a chance with Reina before tonight. "For years you were my best friend, but you always gave me advice about other guys, and you talked to me like I was your kid sister. I had always wanted you to ask me out, but I figured it was against some sort of guy code." Mike was speechless. "So I kept the photo to remind myself that I wouldn't be happy until I found someone like you. Sweet and caring, that I could talk to openly, and be my complete honest self." Not knowing what to say, Mike simply said, "Wow." Reina downed half of her beer for now she was in need of some courage. "And after all this time, you then show up here tonight, and I finally get to kiss you and I realize that I've been looking in the wrong place. I didn't want someone like you. I wanted..." she paused, needing a little more courage, took another swig of her beer, "you." Her heart was now pounding. She had put it all out there on the line and had anticipated a nice pat on the head, and maybe one last kiss before Mike left wishing he had never approached her in the park. "I guess it's my turn to say something, huh?" Reina nodded at him without even looking up. Mike reached out for her hand, "I thought you were out of my league." Reina couldn't believe her ears. She looked up at him bewildered. "I have been in love with you since the first time I laid eyes on you back in high school. I have always wanted you, but figured you were too popular, and you were having so much fun dating that who was I to get in your way. I had figured that if you had wanted me then I would have known...I wish I had known." Reina sat there, barely moving, unable to say a word now that Mike had open up to her. Their eyes met and Reina shifted on the couch, the blanket once again exposing her bare shoulder. Mike reached forward, and ran his finger down the side of her neck. His touch sent shivers down her spine. The fire popped, and the noise broke the tension that was starting to build. Neither of them knew where this was heading, but they knew that it was long over due. Reina cast off the blanket and put her beer on the table. She suddenly didn't need the extra courage. She stood up, and as if commanded Mike stood in front of her. Without speaking a word, she leaned forward and kissed him hard. More than ten years of yearning filled that kiss. Unspoken rules slipped away, and the ten years that they hadn't seen each other melted away in the warm glow of the fire. Mike loved the way Reina felt in his arms. She was every bit the woman that he had hoped for. His hands were assessing every inch of her body, when he reached her back and unfastened her bra and let it drop to the floor. Reina pulled away for a moment, and Mike started to wonder if he had gone too far to fast. She reached for the lamp and turned out the lights in the living room so the only light that danced across them was the glow from the fireplace. Mike stared at her heaving breasts as the light of the fire danced across them. Her nipples erect ready for the taking. He leaned forward to take her right nipple into his mouth and as his tongue flicked the tip, a shallow moan escaped her lips. As Mike kneaded her breasts, and continued to lick and kiss her nipples, she began to unbutton his shirt. The strong rugged physique that she had felt earlier was now before her. He was more man than she had remembered. She ran her nails over his smooth yet muscular chest and stomach, his body still tan from the summer sun. She couldn't help herself. He smiled at her, and she melted. This was how she had envisioned it, soft and sensuous. She felt a yearning that she hadn't known before. She wanted to feel him pressed against her. Their bodies becoming one, but her nervousness started to creep back in, as did her upbringing. "Mike, I want you," she stated boldly, "but, I've never..." She didn't know what she wanted to say, so before she could say anything at all, she began to kiss him again. He was in love with this woman. Her shyness made her that much more beautiful. The fact that she was willing to give herself to him, made him feel all the more powerful. Mike tossed the blanket onto the floor in front of the fire place, and gently laid Reina down on it. Her body was aching for him in ways she didn't even know possible. Mike took his shirt the rest of the way off and then leaned over her and began kissing her from her head to her toes. The sensation of his kisses sent shivers down her spine, and she felt her body calling out for him. Reina reached forward and grabbed the front of Mike's jeans. She undid the brown leather belt and top button. She began to push the waist of the jeans over his hips and made sure to take his boxers off with them. Mike didn't want to ruin the moment by going too fast, so he stopped her before she had fully exposed his throbbing cock. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He whispered in her ear. Without replying, Reina stared him in his steel blue eyes, pushed his jeans the rest of the way down, and began to stroke his shaft. She liked feeling him stiffen even more under her control. The head began to glisten with a drop of cum, so she leaned forward and in a quick flick, licked it off. Mike let a moan escape his lips, much to her delight. She continued to stroke his throbbing cock, and then leaned down and took him into her mouth. She sucked on him and she slid her lips up and down his shaft, every so often flicking the tip of his cock with her tongue just to watch him squirm. Mike tightened his fingers in her hair, and began to pull her deeper onto his cock. She loved that he was taking control of her. She was enjoying every reaction as he thrust his pulsing shaft in and out of her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the head, and then gulped hard as he began to release. His body writhed in pleasure, and with each thrust of his hips, he came a little bit more. She sucked every last glistening drop off of him before he released the back of her head. Mike leaned forward and began kissing her again. More passionately this time. He couldn't believe that she had sucked him so hard, and now he needed to repay the favor. Mike's jeans were only half off, so he pulled them the rest of the way to the floor. Reina leaned back on her elbows, her shoulders just off the blanket. Mike leaned forward and began to pull her pants off with his teeth. He seemed wild now, and she liked it. Once she was laying there completely nude, her creamy skin illuminated by the orange flames, she felt so completely calm that a smile crept over her face. "Do you like what you see?" she asked. Mike grabbed her breasts, and began stroking them, "Of course." "I want you to know how bad I want you. Not just to make me cum, but I want to feel you cum with me," Reina said breathily as Mike tantalized her even more. He had fantasized about Reina for years, and now was his chance. "The first time we actually get together and we end up making love. A guy could get used to this." He began to kiss her all over, and ran his tongue from her neck down to her inner thigh. He was kissing her, and teasing her, coming so close to her clit without actually touching it. When she didn't think she could take another moment of this torture, he began to rub her swollen clit with his thumb while slipping another finger into her wet pussy. She felt her body tense up as the initial waves of pleasure began to build. While sucking on her clit, hee thrust another finger into her. She couldn't believe how good he was making her feel. He stopped rubbing her clit, and she reached down to help out. Licking her fingers to make sure everything was well lubricated, and then rubbing small circles around and on her clit. She was almost to the edge of orgasm, when Mike pulled his fingers out of her. He licked them off and then held them at her lips for a taste. She ran her tongue over his fingers, and sucked on them the same way she had sucked on his cock a moment ago. The sensation made Mike even more aroused. Reina sat up, and pushed Mike to the floor. He was pretty close to flat on his back, and she was standing over him. She straddled his waist, and lowered to her knees. She grabbed his cock, which seemed even harder and larger than before, and directed it towards her wet pussy. She decided to tease him a bit too, and just barely let him in, before stopping. Then in just a little more, and stop. Mike started to moan in ecstasy and Reina knew she was doing something right. That's when Mike decided he couldn't take it any more. He had to have her right here, right now. He grabbed her hips, pulled her down onto his throbbing cock, and let out a scream of pleasure. He liked the way she felt, all wet, sliding up and down on his shaft. Her pussy tightening around him as she got closer to orgasm. Reina tossed her head back, her long dark hair cascading over her bare body. Wave after wave of passion washed over her. Mike loved watching her cum. He gently touched her clit & watched her squirm some more. As she continued to ride him, he took turns playing with her breasts and her clit, both driving her over the edge. "Are you going to cum for me?" he asked breathlessly. Reina couldn't find her voice so she just nodded and grabbed ahold of him. She pulled him into a sitting position so that their legs and arms were now wrapped around each other. She continued to roll her hips and thrust down on his cock, and now he filled her up even more. "Kiss me!" she demanded. The kiss was incredible. He worked his way from her mouth down to her breasts. Rubbing and massaging her nipples the whole time. The stimulation was overwhelming. "I'm going to cum," Mike moaned. Reina smiled. She had already cum once and was getting close again herself. She decided to help things along, and while she continued to ride him, she rubbed her clit bringing her closer and closer to passions edge. Mike grabbed her ass, and was holding on to her as he thrust harder into her. Both of them were completely engulfed in the passion that they were feeling. As her own body began to tense and spasm from the intensity of orgasm, she felt Mike cumming too. He was grunting and moaning every bit as much as she was, and she felt the warmth of his load fill her up inside in a series of waves. Out of His League All at once their bodies just gave up. They no longer had the strength to sit up let alone to hold on to one another. They fell to the floor in a sweaty sticky heap. Both of their bodies glistened from the experience they had just shared. Once Reina caught her breath, she smiled and half laughed, "I can't believe that just happened." Mike raised an eyebrow hoping she wasn't having regrets. "What the hell did we wait so damn long for?" They both smiled and continued to embrace. Now that they had finally made love to one another, it was obvious, they were meant for one another. Out of His League "J-J-Juuuustin! I'm gonna cum baby! You're making me cum!" Amanda shouted. Her body bucked violently in the grass as her hands gripped Justin's head, holding his tongue deep inside her. When her orgasm subsided Justin paused and stepped back. "Please, baby, I want you to fuck me," Amanda whimpered through her pouty lips. Justin unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants. He slide them down, followed quickly by his boxers. His cock sprang free, a full six inches and circumsized. His head was throbbing and his balls needed relief. Justin lowered his body down over Amanda's, her legs spread wide. With his hands on her hips he moved his cock to the entrance of her pussy. He kissed her one more time and whispered, "Baby, I love you more than anyone in this world." A tear fell from one of her eyes as he entered her, filling her as she had never been filled before. Their bodies moved in sync, his cock meeting her deepest point time after time. She felt him stretching the walls of her pussy and she loved the feel of his head pressing far inside her. Amanda reached around Justin's body and put her hands on his ass cheeks, pulling him in deeper. He leaned down and kissed her tits as he continued rocking back and forth, their bodies slapping together now. He felt his balls press against her ass cheeks and the feeling was too much to contain. With a loud grunt Justin moaned, "Amanda! I'm cumming!" "Yes baby, yes! Fill me up! I want your cum inside me!" "Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Yessssssss!" Justin moaned in pleasure. He felt his balls release rope after rope of thick cum into the inside's of his love. It felt as though his orgasm lasted for ages, but when he finally finished he collapsed next to her. The two laid in silence for ten minutes before Amanda, crying, said, "Justin, I want to be with you. I know I've been so horrible not to pick up on this sooner, but will you have me?" My how the tables had turned. The attractive, ambitious Amanda had fallen head over heels for the shy, chubby intellectual. Justin didn't say a word. He simply stroked her hair and smiled. All was right in the world.