When my girlfriend asked me to go to the bar with her, I said sure. Of course, I knew who was going to be there and what I was getting into.
The first time I met Blane was at a party, and it was instant sexual attraction. Hard body...dark hair...muscles...and god could his tongue dance. He was the one temptation I could never say no to.
So when we saw him earlier that day, all those feelings, the warmth between my legs, the butterflies in my stomach...you get it.
So we went to the bar, and everyone but me was drunk. So I of course, had to make sure he got home safe.
We walked into his house...he grabbed my tits...wrapped his mouth around my nipples...ran his tongue down my stomach...and buried his face between my legs. I used to laugh when I read heaving-bosom books and they mentioned fireworks...but ohmigod....more fireworks than the Labor Day on the river.
Then when he entered me....his hard cock pushing...deeper and deeper into my wet pussy...my nails (glad I had them done earlier that day) scratching down his back. My left hand grabbing his tight ass while my right reached over him to grab his balls, squeezing just enough to make his breath catch.
As he wrapped my legs around his neck, and pound into me, I could feel his dick throbbing. I knew it was a matter of seconds, so I lifted my hips to grind against his pelvic bone. I knew I was ready. He looked at me, questioning, I nodded. He started pounding harder and harder...he went to pull out and I grabbed him and rammed him into me. We both released at the same time. He wanted me to stay. Stay in bed next to him. Wake up in his arms. But I knew I couldn't. So I stood up and put my clothes on. I watched him walk across the bedroom, naked. His ass was as tight as it was 8 years ago. He had a new tattoo on his back. His hair had more grey in it.
My girlfriend asked me why I did it. I told her...it felt good feeling like I was the only person in the world. He listened to me...he talked to me...he remembered things I liked and didn't, even after 8 years...and he was a fabulous fuck.
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I remember my old friend...
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