In Fantasy She Was His Soul Mate—The Reality Was a Little Different

You know childhood crushes. Growing up, I was sure my next-door neighbor Elizabeth was my soul mate and one day we would marry. I didn’t wake up till after high school, when she was fucking half the married guys in town until she got knocked up and left town, dumping the kid on her mom—right after Elizabeth’s dad left her for a younger woman.

I always thought Elizabeth’s mom, Dana, didn’t like me, thought I wasn’t good enough for her precious daughter. Then I realized maybe she’d just been trying to warn me off Elizabeth.

So here I was, doing lousy construction-site work, wishing to hell I could afford to move out of my parents’ house, and Dana encouraged me to come over as often as I liked. Usually we had dinner and then spent the night talking or watching TV.

One evening after work I let myself in the house like usual and heard crying. At first I figured it was Angie, Dana’s granddaughter. But no. There was Dana sitting on the living room sofa crying while trying not to wake up Angie, asleep in a chair.

I sat by her and asked what was wrong. It turned out her work hours had been cut back and she didn’t know how she would make ends meet. I put my arm around her, and she collapsed onto my chest.

“Come on, Dana. It’ll be okay,” I said, running my hand over her back and shoulders. She looked up at me with a half smile and gave me a quick peck. I gave her one back, and we traded pecks briefly. Before I realized, we were kissing for real—and one of my hands had drifted to her breasts while we continued kissing. She moaned as her hands went through my hair.

Then we were lying on the sofa, still kissing. With some effort I was lifting the light dress she had on, and she was wiggling, lifting her hips to help me get it above her waist. My hand went to her already-damp panty crotch. I rubbed it while she ran her hands over me. With still not a word said, and certainly no protest, I pulled her panties down. Again she raised her hips to help me.

My fingers explored her coarse pubic hair and then penetrated her wet pussy. She panted and looked up at me as I got between her legs. She spread herself wide and reached down to help guide my throbbing cock in her. With her hands digging into my ass, I held her hips while my dick slid in her until it was almost buried.

We began an urgent fuck, thrusting and moaning like crazy. I knew this intensity couldn’t be maintained for long, and soon I felt my climax tearing through me. As my come squirted in Dana, she threw her ass up at me and her nails raked my shoulders. We collapsed in a heap, with my dick still buried in her, softening. After a rest, I began a slow in-and-out, and Dana responded with a wonderfully unhurried undulation of her pelvis.

We increased our speed slowly, and soon I was fully hard again. She wrapped her legs around my waist and my hands went under her, digging into her ass. We kissed passionately. I moved my head down to feast on Dana’s tits. By then my pace had picked up almost wildly. I pulled out and turned her over, then pulled her ass up in the air and tried to slip my dick in her asshole. When she felt the head there, she moaned, then pulled away and rolled back over, saying, “Shove it back in my cunt!” So I did.

I banged her awhile and then rolled her over. “Not my ass,” she cried. So I banged her cunt doggie-style till I filled her with come again. As we lay panting, I realized we’d been at it for more than an hour. We fell asleep with my cock still buried inside her.

I woke up in the morning alone on the sofa. I went in the kitchen and found Dana making breakfast. She mentioned that “my little angel,” meaning Angie, was asleep in her room. She was cheerful as a little bird while she fixed breakfast. After breakfast she led me silently up to her bedroom, where we undressed and had sex once more before Angie woke up.

Naturally that evening I returned to Dana’s for dinner. After Angie was asleep, we went to Dana’s room and had sex again. We wound up fucking most of the weekend. She finally even let me fuck her in the ass.

I moved in with Dana. My parents went berserk, but I don’t care. I think it’s funny that, while I didn’t marry Elizabeth, I wound up living with her mother and helping raise her daughter.

—T.F., Oklahoma City, Oklahoma