When I was in high school I had a crush on a guy named Andy. He was very cute, friendly, and even flirtatious, but nothing ever happened between us. We graduated and went our separate ways, and although I didn’t see Andy again, I found myself thinking about him from time to time over the years.
I didn’t go to my tenth high school class reunion, but I went to my twentieth. It took place over a weekend and consisted of a Friday-night gathering in a local bar, a formal dinner dance on Saturday, and it ended on Sunday with a large picnic party, so people could bring their kids.
I attended the Friday night meeting with my husband, Jason, and my friend Marie. I wore a pair of low-cut jeans with a thong underneath (making me feel very sexy) and a tight black top. My hair and makeup were done to perfection. I was moving around and talking to a lot of people I hadn’t seen in years when all of a sudden in walked Andy, my old crush. He wasn’t a boy anymore, but a man—a very sexy man. It turned out that he was a cop, and gosh, did he look the part! He was 180 pounds of total masculinity. I just knew he would be domineering yet gentle at the same time. My heart was pounding as he walked up to me.
We talked about the old days, and I even joked about having had a crush on him. Then my girlfriend suggested she take a photo of the two of us. We posed close together, and just as the picture was being taken he planted a big kiss on my cheek. Feeling bold, I said, “Hey, if we’re going to get a kiss picture, let’s do it right!” So we posed again, and that time I planted a kiss right smack on his soft, luscious lips. Something went through me as I did, and maybe through him, too. As the night went on I found myself checking him out and, to my surprise, I often noticed him stealing glances at me, too.
The next day was the big formal evening gala. I dressed carefully, with Andy on my mind the whole time. I wore a floor-length silk sheath dress that fit so well it seemed like I was naked. I felt very hot. I remembered that Andy had not brought a date the previous evening, so I expected him to be stag that night as well. When we got to the catering hall I was shocked to see him with a girl. Though she was attractive, the girl looked very unhappy; she didn’t seem to know anyone, and she apparently felt left out.
As the evening went on, I spoke to more people whom I had not seen in years. I wasn’t wearing a bra under my dress, and I caught quite a few men looking at me longingly and checking me out. I felt like the belle of the ball. I kept an eye on Andy, and again noticed him watching me, too. Each time he looked at me I stood up straight, letting my gown mold my body. I would purposely toss my long curly hair, trying to look as sensual for him as I could. I was ready for anything the evening had in store.
After the gala was over, many of us went on to a local bar. I was glad to see that Andy was there, too, although so was his girlfriend. At that point we’d all had had plenty to drink, and Andy and I were definitely eyeing each other without concealment. Fortunately my husband decided to go home early; hanging out late was not his thing, and he knew my friends would drive me home.
Shortly after he left, I noticed that Andy and his girlfriend were having a fight. It seemed as though she wanted to leave, too, but he didn’t. About ten minutes later I saw Andy escort her outside. I thought he was leaving, and my heart sank. But then I glanced out the window, and saw him putting her into a cab. Maybe the gods were on my side after all.
When Andy came back in I hoped he would come over to me, but instead he went and stood at the bar. I went on talking to my friends, but after a while I had to go to the ladies’ room. The rest rooms were on the other side of the bar in the restaurant area, which by then was deserted. I made my way through the crowd, and as I passed the bar I could feel Andy’s eyes on me. I turned as I walked past him and gave him a slight come-hither smile, and then went on to my destination.
In the bathroom I found to my surprise that the crotch of my thong was slightly wet. I finished doing what I had to do, then fixed my hair and makeup and walked out. As I did I saw Andy leaning against a table in the dark restaurant area just outside the rest rooms. A chill went through me, because I knew that he was waiting for me.
He looked right into my eyes, and then slowly let his gaze drop to take in my whole body. I could hardly breathe. I walked slowly toward him, feeling nervous and excited at the same time. I walked right up to him, looked into his eyes, and pressed myself up against him. He accepted my open mouth with his, and we hungrily ravaged each other with kisses that I had been dreaming about for the past twenty years.
Andy turned me around so my ass was against the table, then lifted me up onto it. I wanted to wrap my legs around him, to bring him closer to me, but my dress was too long and too tight. I squirmed around, trying to lift it around my legs as his hands slid through my hair and down over my body. Then suddenly he pulled away. I thought he was going to put a stop to everything, but he just said we should get out of the bar. Neither of us wanted to be seen by any of our old classmates. After all, I was a married woman, and he was an officer of the law.
We decided to leave separately and meet at the riverfront park a few blocks away. He told me to go first and said that he would leave when he thought it was safe.
I made an excuse to my friends, telling them I would be back, and went out. I walked through the chilly air, wondering what would happen. The cold wind went right through my dress, and every time it did, the wetness of my thong chilled my groin, which in spite of that seemed to be burning up. The sensation was odd yet wonderful. Strangely, it seemed warmer by the river, the breeze balmier. I sat down on a bench and listened to the water slapping against the rocks.
After a few minutes I heard somebody walking toward me. I didn’t have to turn to see who it was. He had the careful step of a cop, very intent and deliberate, as though he meant business. When he got to the bench he took my hand and led me over to a grassy area under a willow tree. He had brought a blanket from his car and laid it down. Taking me in his arms, he gave me an urgent kiss, then picked me up and laid me down on the blanket.
Kneeling over me and looking into my eyes, Andy slowly opened my dress and pulled it off. I lay there in only my thong, feeling vulnerable yet very sexy. I reached up and started to unbutton his shirt. He pushed my hands away, raising them above my head. I thrilled to his authority. He finished opening his shirt, his eyes not leaving mine. A cool breeze blew, and the willow branches rustled, as if whispering to us.
He removed his shirt and lay down on top of me, and we kissed some more, that time slowly and deliberately, exploring each other’s mouths. I could feel the warmth of his bare chest against my breasts, his gorgeous arms, muscular and smooth, under my hands. I needed to feel every inch of him. His head moved down and he trailed kisses all over my body, making my small nipples harder than ever, sending shock waves deep into my pussy.
All of a sudden he grabbed me and rolled me on top of him, his strong arms moving me like I was a feather. I sat atop him, feeling his hard cock waiting to be released from his pants. I ran my nails over his chest, teasing his nipples until they were hard. I bent over to kiss him again, then slowly trailed my tongue down his neck to his beautiful chest. I kissed every inch of it, stopping to lick and nibble on his nipples. Then I worked my way down to his stomach, licking and kissing the whole way. I undid his pants, and in one motion pulled them and his shorts down to his ankles. He had kicked off his shoes, so his clothes slid off easily. He lay there naked, and finally I could kiss him where I had wanted to kiss him for so long.
His cock was gorgeous, warm and hard. I ran my mouth over its stiffness, my tongue wrapping around him, licking him like a lollipop, teasing every inch of him until I heard him moan. A bit of precome oozed out, and I slowly licked it away.
Andy sat up then, and I wondered if something was wrong. But he pulled my legs around him, and we sat together, kissing and stroking each other’s most sensitive places. I could feel his cock moving slightly against my cunt, which was soaking wet, dripping as I waited for him to enter me. I arched my back, resting my hands on his thighs as he kissed my neck, moving down to my breasts, his tongue circling each one widely, slowly making the circles tighter, until he had my hard nipples in his mouth. One by one he sucked and teased them, and I threw my head back, moaning, my long hair tickling my shoulders.
Andy reached a hand down to my wetness and slowly felt me, his fingers probing, exploring. He circled a finger around my clit, but avoided touching it for the moment, keeping my mind and body in suspense until I thought I would scream. I was trying to keep my moans to a minimum in case anyone should be nearby, to no avail. I said his name over and over again, wanting him deep inside me. Finally I twisted in his arms, lifting myself slightly and positioning myself over him. I reached down, took him into my hand, and guided him into me. We both moaned loudly.
For a long moment we sat like that, very still, holding each other, our hips and chests pressed together tightly. It was as if we were one person at that point in time. It was the closest I’ve ever felt with anyone. That feeling was like nothing I’d ever felt, before or since.
Then Andy, with one quick movement, turned me over onto my back and lay on top of me, his cock still inside me. Slowly he pulled it out almost all the way, and slowly slid it back again. My hips moved with his as he slowly, ever so slowly, quickened his pace. We ground together, again and again, Andy exerting such marvelous control that it drove me crazy. My clit was absolutely on fire. I couldn’t hold back any longer. As he pushed against me I came furiously, moaning more loudly than I ever had before.
He kept pumping away at me, faster and faster, and then suddenly pulled out. Flipping me over onto my stomach, he entered me from behind. I lifted my body off the blanket and pushed my ass back against him. His arms went around me, one hand playing with my breasts, the other fingering my clit. I leaned back against him and reached down, fondling his swinging balls, stroking his ass. Calling out my name now, he started moving even faster. I felt a great swelling deep inside my cunt, and then he was yelling and spurting up inside me.
When it was over we slowly collapsed onto the blanket, Andy still on top of me and inside me. We lay there silently for a few moments, and then he gently rolled off and lay beside me. We cuddled tenderly, touching each other gently, kissing softly, and murmuring to each other, until it was finally time for us to go.
—S.J., Wilmington, Delaware