owned a house that sat on 3 acres of land, in a rural part of
Illinois. Bordering our house were several neighbors. To the
immediate right were more houses, like my parents, whose yards
were on 3 to 4 acres of land. To the immediate left were a multitude
of homes whose backyards ended at our gate. Our next door neighbor
to the right had a son that was one year older than I, Tommy
Black. I had such a crush on him. Of course, he saw me as the
next door neighbor brat. He dated only the popular girls in
High School, which I was excluded from.
from my first year in college, I accidentally bumped into Tommy
coming out of the local dime store. We immediately recognized
each other, and started to laugh. The scrawny little girl, me
I suppose, had blossomed into a beautiful rose. As we sat in
front of the local dime store, we shared memories that were
never the million miles apart I had always presumed.
was in high school, I really felt like the ugly duckling of
my class. I was scrawny with a, personally perceived, flat chest.
I didnt like what I saw in the mirror. Tommy remembered
a shy beautiful girl, not the ugly duckling, that he did not
know how to approach.
me back to his house, which is next to my parents house. Being
invited up to his bedroom brought back so many old fantasies.
I had once asked him to teach me how to throw a snowball (though
I had already known) just to be close to him. To have the opportunity
to maybe touch him, though I had always wanted to do more.
As we climbed
the stairs to his bedroom, my panties became very moist. I started
thinking about all the possibilities. Maybe I could claim the
fantasy and have my childhood crush. Someone once told me that
all dreams come true, it just takes time! His room hadnt
changed much. I had seen it once before, after he had taught
me how to throw a snowball, he invited me upstairs, to this
same room, to listen to records. I sat on his floor as he selected
popular rock songs, and he talked non-stop about his new red
mustang. As he was talking, all I could think of was reaching
into his pants and taking his penis. I wanted to place his soft
penis into my mouth and suck him into hardness, eventually swallowing
his sweet juices.
rural Illinois, nice girls did not do such things. So those
many years ago, I sat lady like on his bedroom floor and listened
to his chatter, making no moves.
As we reached
his bedroom, I surveyed his room. I was no longer a resident
of rural Illinois and I had long since broken the nice girl
image. Instead of sitting on the floor, I sat on his bed testing
his mattress and calculating my next move. Tommy must have seen
the sparkle of mischief in my eyes, as he sat next to me on
the bed. He asked if I remembered the last time I was in his
room. Oh yes, I sure did. But instead of just sitting there,
I took his comment as a signal for my next move. I shifted myself
to the floor, kneeling next to him. I looked up at him expectantly
as I unzipped his pants. The look of shear surprise was worth
a picture if I had a camera. I moved his penis from its safe
cave in his pants and placed it in my mouth. I felt his penis
grow from a soft ball to hard stiff shaft. As I sucked on his
penis, my childhood fantasy, he reached down and drew my firm
breasts from inside my bra. I sucked on the tip of his penis
and tasted a few drops of his saltiness. He pulled me up to
him, and I stood in front of him. "Do you know I wanted
to do that to you for years?" "Why didnt you?",
he responded. Then he smiled, knowingly, finishing his own thoughts,
"cause you would have been known as a whore!".
As he watched,
I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and removed my shorts. I unhooked
my bra, slowly removing it displaying my firm tits. He reached
out and pulled me toward him. My panties were dripping with
anticipated wetness. He had taken off his shirt and pants, laying
naked on his bed. I moved to join him, as I straddled his hard
cock. I teased him as I nestled his cock between my thighs,
but didnt insert it. I lowered my mouth to his breasts
and sucked them to hardness.
my mouth to his mouth, first taking his tongue and chewing gently.
I allowed his tongue to penetrate mine deeply, moving the tongues
in and out. "Do you want in?", I asked teasingly.
"Yes, please..", he responded. "Then you have
to beg...", as I rotated my hips. I allowed him to insert
just a little bit, then I pulled him out. I wanted him to beg.
I had waited a long time to live out my fantasy, I wanted to
prolong the experience. He again took my breasts into his mouth,
and he sucked on each one. I moved his mouth back to mine, as
I sat on his cock allowing him to penetrate me deeply. I held
him there for a moment, savoring his hardness. Then I slowly
rode him like a horse. I moved my pelvic up and down, causing
him to move rhythmically in and out. I reached behind my back
and massaged his balls, as I continued to ride his hard cock.
up and stroked my breasts to tenderness, squeezing my nipples.
I wanted to cum, but I wanted to cum with him. I felt him tense,
ready to unload, as I allowed myself to cum. He held onto me
as we rode the spasm of love.
we held each other and continued to reminisce. We were so engrossed
with our reminiscing, we didnt realize that someone had
opened his bedroom door. To our mutual amazement, our mothers
were standing on the threshold. Both of them had their hands
on their hips, shaking their heads. We looked at each other
with mutual hilarity. Our mothers had done everything
to prevent that one moment. They had always known that one day,
Tommy and I would be lovers. They had hoped that we would be
married or at least engaged before we stepped into the boundaries
schools after that year, to be closer to me. Although throughout
my high school years, my dreams didnt come true. But during
college, everything I wished for materialized.... What the difference
time can make!