Her name was Missy. She was a cheerleader. Short, toned, blonde, with tits like peaches and an ass like a pair of watermelons, so tight and round gym shorts could barely contain it. Funny, sweet and fierce, we would sit in my car for hours and talk through the night. She was incredibly hot, incredibly cool, but also, it just so happens, Steve’s girlfriend.
If this story is going to make any sense, first I have to tell you about Steve. I’ve known Steve since before either of us could walk. These days we don’t see each other much but when we were kids… peas in a pod. We were in kindergarten together, in grade school together, in high school together. In high school we were both on the varsity baseball team. And in that small town, if you were a star ballplayer with a legitimate shot at playing college ball some day, that’s as close to an honest-to-God celebrity as you’re ever going to get. That was Steve. The girls loved him. They were just crazy about him. And he loved them right back. Steve must have fucked the entire cheerleading squad. Every single one of those girls once and a couple of them twice. In time the news would always make it back to Missy and she’d scream and yell and curse at him. That’s usually when the two of us would end up in a dark parking lot somewhere for another one of our long moonlit chats. But she never dumped his sorry ass. Don’t ask me why.
Not that I was much better. I didn’t harbor any illusions about one day making it to the show, but those girls didn’t need to know that. I scored with a few of them (once, memorably, with a nice round-assed redhead in the bed of Steve’s truck). So did most of the guys back then. We all took a shot at those girls. But Steve was something else.
Tall and strong as a bull, with an arm like a fucking cannon and the attitude to match. Steve would have been king of the frat boys if he’d made it to college. Only he didn’t. The scouts came and went and the scholarship he was hoping for went away with them. These days he works construction with his dad. He and Missy got married right after high school and they had a couple of kids soon after that. They still live in that small town. Bought a small house that Steve spends every weekend fixing up.
Me, I got out of there as fast as I could to go to college and I only come back to visit every once in a while.
So now that you’re all set up with all the background info about who’s done what with whom, let me tell you the actual story.
It was a few years after high school. I had graduated college and was working on my master’s degree. Steve and Missy had just bought their house that spring and in the summer they threw a big bash to celebrate.
I hadn’t seen most of the guys in a long time so I figured I’d make the 200-mile drive for the occasion. We had a fun time. Most of the old gang was there, along with other friends, neighbors, etc. People brought their kids so there were scores of little ones running around and we sat by the coolers and swapped stories about the good old days. I was still at a stage where I was trying to figure out what I was going to do with my life and it seemed to me these guys had it all figured it out. Wife, kids, families, the works. Meanwhile I was still single and living in a small one-bedroom off-campus. Real-life had started and somehow I had been left behind to play catch up.
In life and drinking both. Man, could these guys toss them down. I couldn’t keep up with those yokels. You think you drink a lot in college? Forget about it. These guys were outpacing me two to one.
And then evening fell, the wives brought the kids home, and they really got going.
Anyway, you get the gist.
Steve and Missy in all this? Steve was the life of the party just as he had always been. Big, loud, and always in the middle of whatever action was going on. I could tell there was something off with him though, the way he got crossed so easily whenever anybody ribbed him a little, but this wasn’t the time or place to find out what that something was. Anyway, Steve had always had a short fuse. If anything, his problem was that he was now as wide as he was tall (I’m exaggerating, but only slightly). Still strong though. Strong enough that nobody would dare call him fatso. Not to his face at least. He still looked like he could smash anyone’s face in.
Missy at first I barely saw. Or when I did she had her two kids in tow and couldn’t spare a moment to talk. Three and two they were, a girl and a boy, and the both of them looked just like her. Two little blond-haired cubs bouncing around their mama lion. After dinner when she put them to bed we finally got a chance to sit down. Just like old times. Me and her sitting close, beer in hand, with the moon high in the sky. Of course we weren’t alone in a deserted parking lot so it wasn’t quite the same, but still… That was nice.
So moving along. It’s one in the morning and I’m sitting with the guys by the campfire but the long drive is starting to catch up with me and I’m dozing off. The party is not over but clearly I have had enough so I call it a day. Steve and Missy have kindly offered to put me up for the night so I head inside. As I’ve said earlier, theirs is a small house: kitchen and living room on the ground floor, three bedrooms upstairs (theirs, the kids’ and mine for the night) and the basement, still unfinished. I walk upstairs and head toward the guest bedroom.
I’m more than a bit drunk so I stop to steady myself on the landing and get my bearings. Two of the bedroom doors are closed but I can see light filtering from under one of them. Steve and Missy’s I assume. As I get closer I start to hear it, faint at first but getting louder and louder. Whispers, moans, and the rhythmic squeaking of an old bed. Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.
No mistake about it, somebody’s having sex in there.
It has to be one of the guys because I just saw Steve outside a minute ago. So there I stand staring at the door and I can’t help but wonder which one of them has the balls to use Steve’s bed for a quickie. I would sure like to know. And I’m sure Steve would love to know too… Knowing Steve, he’s going to be pissed. And when Steve gets pissed, shit has a way of going down. I can just picture him racing up the stairs mad as hell and banging on that door like a maniac until the poor son of a bitch in there has to come out with his pants still undone. Now wouldn’t that be a riot. That’d be something to behold. Good old Steve banging on his own bedroom door, while the poor schmuck in there rushes to put his pants back on. We’ll still be talking about that one ten years from now. Whoever’s going at it on that bed, he will never live this down.
Maybe I was drunk. Mostly I’m just stupid. That’s all right, go ahead and say it. I know that’s what you’re thinking. I’m a stupid perv. That’s fine. I can live with that. I wouldn’t be here telling that story if I wasn’t a perv, would I? But that’s ok. I’ll take an honest perv over any full-of-shit goodie two-shoes any day of the week. I don’t go out of my way to gawk at naked girls mind you, but if it just so happens that I happen to catch two people having sex, I’m not going to look away either. I might even crack the door open a bit.
So quietly I walk up to the door and gently grab the door knob, already thinking of the look on Steve’s face when he hears about this, imagining him rushing up those stairs to clubber the poor guy to a bloody pulp, and I turn the handle and push the door open ever so slightly, just a teeny tiny crack…
And the fucking thing creaks like a motherfucker.
I mean it’s a fucking wonder the kids didn’t wake up. I swear, you could have heard this thing from a mile away. That door hadn’t seen a drop of oil in a hundred years. CREEEEEEEEEAK I barely touched the fucking thing and it just goes on and on wailing like a motherfucking banshee.
The bed stops squeaking and I hear a voice inside saying “Oh God it must be the kids.”. And before I can even move, the door opens wide and what do I see but a stark naked Missy, glorious tits all up and perky, glorious bare pussy (I can only assume) still wet from the pounding she just took, standing in front of me with a shocked expression on her face.
“Oh. It’s you.”
Why, yes, it is me. Standing there with (I’m sure) the same dumbfounded expression that she has on her face.
“Who is it?” The voice of a man coming from somewhere behind her. Not Steve. Definitely not Steve.
“It’s .”
And that’s when I see him walking up behind her: a short bald man in his forties with the biggest fucking dick I’ve ever seen. Butt naked of course, and somehow looking not at all surprised to see me there.
“You know him?”
“He’s an old friend.”
“Does he want to come in?” the bald guy says.
“Can you give us a minute?” I answer, and I grab Missy by the hand and close the door behind her. CREEEEEEAK.
What the fuck is going on, Missy? She tells me the guy’s name is Phil. He lives in town, he’s a lawyer, she met him through Steve’s work. I ask her how she can do this to Steve, even though let’s be honest, we both know he’s done the same thing to her a hundred times in the past. “He knows” she says “and he’s fine with it”.
No fucking way. Steve would never go for that… or would he. We go back and forth for a while. Not too long, because she’s still standing there completely naked and it makes it kind of hard to focus, but she gives me the lowdown. You’re fucking Baldie. “Yes.” And Steve knows. “Yes.” And he’s fine with it. “Yes.” She takes my hand. “So you want to come in?”
Fuck yes.
I’ve been dreaming of fucking Missy every since I was twelve. God knows how many kleenexes I’ve laid waste to thinking about her. A hundred fucking trees wouldn’t even begin to cover it. Back when I was a horny teenager, lying alone in my single bed… And even later, in college, if I happened not to have a girlfriend for a while. Or even when I did. Even with my cock balls deep inside some other girl’s pussy, sometimes I still fantasized about Missy. Even though I hadn’t seen her in years. I still thought about her all the time.
Fuck yes.
But not behind Steve’s back. I told you, we go way back, him and I. That’s got to count for something. So I tell Missy I don’t believe her. I hate to call her a liar but I guess that’s what I do. She insists. She swears she’s not making it up. She’s always liked me. Steve is fine with this.
Ok then, you just wait here a minute.
Maybe she tries to stop me but she’s not about to run downstairs in her birthday suit. I rush out and find Steve. I take him aside and make sure nobody can hear what I’m about to say..
I caught your wife fucking a short bald guy.
He knows. “It’s Phil. He’s my lawyer.” Your lawyer? “Yes.” And you’re ok with it?
He looks the most uncomfortable I’ve ever seen him look, and that’s saying something considering I once saw him get a line drive smack in the balls. But he looks like he’d rather go through that again than have this conversation with me. He’s just staring at the dirt under his feet. “Yes.”
Fuck, Steve. I don’t know why but that makes me angry. C’mon, man. You used to be everyone’s hero back in high school. The guy who would stand up to anyone, always ready for a fight. Where is that guy now? You’re just going to let a bald guy have his way with your wife? What the fuck happened to you man?
He says money’s been tight. Missy doesn’t have a job and there’s always something else that they have to spend money on. The house, the kids. Their car broke down that spring. “Phil’s rich…” I can’t believe he would whore Missy out to some rich asshole. “No, it’s not like that.” They met him at the company’s Christmas party or something. Missy liked him. After that first encounter she kept seeing him around. He works from home so she would always be running into him around town. They got to talking. They hit it off. That summer they were both at the pool a lot. “You’ve seen Missy in a bikini before.” I think I’ve done one better, man. But anyway, it’s a long story and I’ve heard enough.
I still don’t buy that he’s ok with it but at this point it’s his problem, not mine. Your wife fucks other guys. “Missy… we talked about this… she can do what she wants.” With anybody? She’s waiting for me naked in your bedroom, man. He doesn’t say anything. Just stands there looking at the ground. Mind you, this is the guy who once thought it’d be hilarious to pin me down in a shower stall and ram a shampoo bottle up my ass. Hurt like a motherfucker but the other guys thought that was fucking hilarious. And it’s not like he’s always been straight up with me either. He didn’t exactly wait for me and that cute redhead to officially break it off before he had a go at her… If he won’t stop me, I can think of a hundred reasons why I shouldn’t do it for him. Besides, I haven’t seen the guy in what? Two years?
OK, that decides it.
I head back in.
CREEEEEEEAK Fuck that motherfucking door I barge in anyway. Missy’s on the bed on her hands and knees wailing like a cat in heat while that bald guy’s ramming his cock into her from behind. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes… oh, it’s you. Come in.” You’re sure you want to do this, Missy?
The old guy pulls his cock out of her pussy and offers me his hand. “Hi, I’m Phil” Fuck, Phil, put that fucking thing away. It’s dripping lube and grool all over the fucking sheets. I take my own shirt off and tug at my belt buckle so I have an excuse not to get anywhere near him. “Hi.”
Fuck that guy has a big cock. The fucking thing must be a fucking foot long. On a guy that’s five feet tall that somehow makes it look even worse. It’s dark and swollen and it looks like a goddamn huge fucking purple eggplant. And veiny. So fucking veiny. Huge dark veins that look like they’re about ready to burst. “What the fuck is that?”
He’s got some piece of twine wrapped around the base, so tight I can barely see it. Only a couple of threads hanging under his balls. “Makeshift cock ring, baby! The ladies love it. Here, let me make one for you…” What the fuck is the matter with you? Get your hands away from my dick, Phil.
Anyway, I figure if I’m ever going to fuck Missy, tonight’s the night. I might never get another chance. And after years of fantasizing about her I’m not about to pass this one up. I take off my pants.
We start with Missy on all fours blowing me while Phil goes back to pounding her from behind. She takes me all the way in and she’s moaning around the shaft every time he pushes in. At first I’m worried I’ll be too drunk or too nervous or too intimidated to get it up, but one look at the girl on the bed on her hands and knees being filled from both ends and I’m hard in no time. She licks my cock up and down and sucks away, happy as can be, while I have my hands in her hair holding her head tight. Feels fucking amazing. I don’t want to peak too early though, I want to make sure I get to enjoy this, so after a while me and Phil we trade places and I get in behind her.
Compared to Gorilla Dick over there I’ve got a fucking micropenis so I’m a bit worried about how stretched he got her and what sliding it in is going to feel like, both for her and for me, but it’s fine. She’s nice and tight when I enter her and she’s kind enough to moan as loudly for me as she did for him. She’s dripping wet and she’s got sweat pooling on the small of her back. And that way she has of arching her back… I grab her firmly by the hips and start pounding away like crazy.
“Yeah, that’s right. You like that slut? Oh, you’re a good little slut aren’t you? You’re a good little slut that likes to get fucked.”
God-fucking damnit Phil will you just shut the fuck up already!? The asshole won’t stop blabbering even for a second. He just goes on and on and on about what a good little slut she is and how good I’m giving it to her. It makes it kind of difficult to enjoy the moment. It kind of makes me lose my focus is what I’m saying.
But still, I do my best to keep at it. I concentrate on the job at hand. I close my eyes and… then I open them up again because I’m not fucking dumb. If this is going to be my one shot at fucking Missy you can be fucking sure I’m going to keep my fucking eyes open and enjoy the fucking view. Her and her blonde hair and her arched back and her round ass. Moaning like she’s getting the fuck of her life.
“Mommy!”
Goddamn motherfucking mother of God. That’s her kids.
The kids have woken up and they’re calling her from the next room. I don’t know if they heard us or they just had a nightmare or they need to pee or something, but she can’t have them calling her and not go check on them, so she gets up off the bed, wraps a bathrobe around her and leaves the room.
Which leaves me sitting on the bed with Shorty and his monstrous erect cock.
“So… what should we do?”
What?
“You know, human sexuality isn’t this black and white thing. People, they like to classify everything: good and bad, normal or queer. Either you’re one or you’re the other. But sexuality isn’t like that.”
Oh fucking hell will you just get away from me. I’m not about to let you stick your fucking flagpole up my ass, Phil.
But the guy won’t shut the fuck up and frankly I’ve had enough. I get dressed and I walk out. On my way out I stop and peek inside the kids’ bedroom. Missy’s in there, sitting on one of the beds. She apologizes for walking out on me like that. It’s fine, I understand. I’ll crash on the couch downstairs if you don’t mind. I don’t have to tell her why. I’m really in not in the mood to hear her and Phil go another round. She understands. She asks if I’m ok. I’m fine. And really, I am. I just fucked my high school crush. The girl I’ve been fantasizing about for years. So what if I didn’t come? It’s still sex. I don’t need to blow my load inside her for it to count.
She tells me there’s another guest bedroom downstairs if I want. It’s brand new. Steve’s been working on it all summer. Might as well get some use out of it. Better than a couch I figure, so I head down. And that’s when things get even weirder.
On the ground floor all the lights are still on but there’s nobody there. I peek outside and everybody’s gone. No sign of life anywhere. The party’s finally over. I stop by the kitchen for a glass of water. I linger there for a moment, looking out the window at that bright moon in the sky. Ok, I’ve calmed down a bit. Time for bed. I open the door to the basement and start making my way down the stairs.
Now a word about that basement. As I’ve said earlier, most of it is unfinished. Just a big open space with Steve’s tools and all kinds of other junk all over the place. The only finished part is the small guest bedroom that Steve built, which for some reason he decided to put right at the foot of the stairs. As I’m going down it doesn’t yet dawn on me that there might be a reason why the lights are on down there. Like perhaps there might already be somebody there. Nope, the thought doesn’t cross my mind at all. That is, not until I find myself face to face with Steve getting blown by another girl.
That bedroom doesn’t have a door, the bed is right there in front of me, facing toward me. He’s kneeling and she’s on all four in front of him with her ass dangling right in front of me. She still has no idea I’m even there but of course he can see me plain as day.
Fuck that, I don’t need this. I turn around and head back up. Only he won’t let me go that easy.
He runs after me, butt naked, and catches up with me just as I reach the top of the stairs. Fuck man, careful with that fucking thing or you’ll poke somebody’s eye out. What is it with these boys and their dicks? Do you know how many erect cocks I had seen before that night? Zero. Not a single fucking one (guys fucking girls on the internet don’t count) And that was just fine by me. Didn’t miss it at all. But now there it is, Steve’s stiff cock straight and level between us as he puts a hand on my shoulder to stop me. “Wait, man.”
What is it, Steve. “Wait. Come back down. We have to talk.” What do you have to say to me, Steve? “Not here. Come down.” Fine, I follow him. I’m willing to do just about anything so I don’t have to stare at that thing anymore. In the bedroom the girl is now lying on the bed and doesn’t even bother covering up. And I said girl but really she’s a grown ass woman in her mid-thirties at least. Not a bad looking broad though. Good pair of tits.
That’s how I got Steve’s side of the story. And I’ll spare you the details because there’s only so many fucks I can give but suffice it to say that the naked woman on the bed is Phil’s wife, Caroline, and that Steve and her have been fucking for a while (as a kind of retaliation for what Phil and Missy have been doing I take it, although Steve won’t come out and say it like that) and neither Phil nor Missy know about this and Steve would like to make sure it stays that way. Sure thing Steve. It’s the least I can do. Your secret’s safe with me, buddy.
And then he asks if I want to do a threesome.
I figure it’s mostly that he wants to get even with Missy, a kind of anything you can do I can do better kind of thing, but really what the fuck is the matter with these people. When I got here I thought they had it all figured out. The house, the kids, the nice quiet family life. What is it about this town that turns them all into a bunch of vindictive sex maniacs?
“Sure, why the fuck not.”
And that’s how I found myself standing next to my kindergarten buddy while the wife of the guy fucking his wife sucked both our cocks in turn. All the way in, with plenty of spit. Like she’s done this a hundred times before. Which maybe she did, how the fuck would I know. For a while I wondered if Missy’s taste was still on my cock. Did that Caroline chick even know what was going on upstairs tonight? Had Steve told her? Chances were, this wasn’t the first time she tasted Missy on some guy’s cock.
The blow job felt good but really after Missy I was more in a “let’s fuck” state of mind. So I ask her to get on her hands and knees so that I can slide in from behind. She gets in position and I kneel down behind her and slide a couple of fingers in.
I always do that before fucking a girl. I’ve never figured out how those porn guys do it, sliding their monster cock inside a tight pussy so gracefully like that, in one smooth motion, without even using their hands. How are you supposed to do that when you can’t even see the fucking thing? So I always use my fingers to guide it in. If I don’t I just end up pecking around the hole like some retarded woodpecker. Doesn’t exactly turn the ladies on. But the thing with the fingers though? They love it. They always give this nice, satisfying little shiver when I slide them in. Makes me feel all fuzzy inside. Gets me in just the right mood for some hard fucking.
But not this time. Sure, I get the nice shiver thing and she’s purring like a pussy cat under my fingers, but she’s a bit too wet in there, if you know what I mean. Wet, and gooey, and even a bit sticky. Turns out I’m not the first one in there. Turns out she came pre-filled with the kind of sticky white stuff that I definitely don’t want to dip my fingers into. I pull them out and they come out coated with cum. Fuck.
“Did you already…”
“Yeah, sorry man, I hope you don’t mind sloppy seconds”
Fucking Steve. That’s just like him. Always the asshole. He knew full-well what he was getting me into. Yes, I do mind actually. I don’t actually enjoy having some other guy’s splooch all over my cock. I don’t even particularly like having my own splooch lathered all over it. But I can’t very well get up and walk away at this point, can I. So I close my eyes and imagine it’s Missy there bent over on all fours and I ram it in.
Holy God did she feel fucking tight. Even as wet as she was, it still felt like I was breaking her in for the first time. I grabbed her by the hips and slowly pushed all the way in. Her cunt squeezed my cock like a fist. I immediately started pounding her. No foreplay, just real fast, real hard, right from the fucking start.
She loved it. She was still blowing Steve while I fucked her, moaning around his cock like this was the best thing that ever happened to her. Hoo hoo hoo and haa haa haa and yes yes yes and all those other little whimpering noises a girl makes when she’s really enjoying a good fuck. I squeezed her ass tight and kept slamming into her again and again, and she just kept moaning louder and louder.
My fingers on her ass were still all wet and sticky and left gooey trails behind wherever I touched her. Kind of distracting. I don’t particularly enjoy staring at some other guy’s cum on the girl I’m banging. I’m real romantic that way. So I look around, left and right and up and down, all the while still thrusting into her hard as I can, and I try to find something to wipe my fingers on.
The girl has this fantastic mane of dark curly hair, wild and untied and loose about her shoulders. The kind of hair that’s just begging to be pulled. Birds, meet stone. I grabbed a solid handful and closed my fist tight at the root and before I could even do anything her pussy was clenching my cock like crazy in anticipation of what was coming. Slowly I started pulling and she started moaning and then in one swift motion I yanked her head back hard. She squealed so loud Steve’s cock went flying out of her mouth.
“Fuck man, take it easy will you. Fuck.”
He started cursing, struggling to push his cock back in her mouth. Relax Steve, take it easy. What can I say, the girl likes it rough. If only you could feel how she’s squeezing my cock with every little tug of her hair, you’d know. The harder I pulled, the tighter she clenched and the louder she moaned. Her squeals and cries echoed over and over around the small room. You had to wonder why Phil had to go around chasing twenty-something tail when he had this at home. That girl was something else. A cunt like a vice and a voice like a motherfucking angel’s. Clear as crystal and begging for more. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” I gave her everything I had and she kept coming back for more. Arching her back and bucking her hips against me on every thrust.
Steve was getting pissed though because every time I pulled her hair a little bit too hard she couldn’t help but let his cock go. At some point she tried holding on a bit too hard and her teeth caught and he must have jumped three feet in the air.
“Fuck fuck fuck! I told you to take it easy.”
Relax, buddy. It’s all in good fun, no? A little payback for the sloppy cunt surprise. But this girl feels so fucking good I can tell I’m not going to last much longer. I’m on my knees behind her, thrusting and pounding, and I can feel my balls start to tighten and I know I’m moments away from blowing my load inside her. Every thrust gets me a little bit closer and I figure if I’m going to go out I might as well go out with a bang. So as soon as she puts her lips around Steve’s cock again I start rubbing my hand on her bare ass. She tightens up even more and she rolls her hips under my hand, silently begging for it.
SLAP!
My hand came down hard, hard enough to leave a nice, perfectly well-defined bright red handprint on her smooth white skin. She knew it was coming but when my palm hit her ass it still surprised her. She flinched and jerked back and teeth must have bitten down again because Steve went fucking berserk.
“Motherfucker I told you to stop that fucking shit!”
He really lost it then. He’s got his cock dangling between his legs and he comes at me and pushes me back hard. And just as I’m about to blow my load, too. He puts both hands on my chest and I’m shoved back a couple of feet. My cock is wrenched painfully out of Caroline’s pussy and the pain makes me freeze for a second but then fuck him, I push back. He comes at me again and this time he puts all his weight behind it. I stumble back against a dresser and fall down, bringing all the crap that was on it down with me. Smack crash bang, the crazy motherfucker.
I get up to yell at him and he yells at me right back. “You fucking asshole how could you fuck her like that.” Because you’re the one who asked me in here you fucking dumbass. “Not her, asshole, Missy.” Turns out he wasn’t ok with that one after all. Now he tells me. Not two hours ago when I asked him about it and when we could have avoided this whole fucking goddamn mess. No, not then. He was too shy and timid to say anything then. A delicate little flower he was. But now he tells me. Just as I’m coming down with the fucking worst case of blue balls I’ve ever had in my entire life. Fucking Steve. Caroline, sweetie, will you be a doll and lie down and let me fuck you while I argue with this asshole over there? That would at least take care of the tension in my balls. (Just kidding. I didn’t actually say that. Although I almost wish that I did.)
So we’re yelling and arguing and Caroline tries to calm Steve down but she doesn’t get to, because who the fuck is that coming down the stairs? That’s right, the other happy fucking couple. Turns out that in my haste to get naked Steve back down here I forgot to close the door to the basement. Our little fracas resonated all the way to the upper floor.
Phil walks in first but before he can say a word his jaw drops to the floor. What’s wrong, buddy? Didn’t expect to find your naked wife dripping cum between two other men? Yeah, sorry about that. Why don’t we just shake hands and forget about it, ok? Missy walks past him and she’s surprised too, but obviously not that surprised. She just unleashes on Steve like I’ve never heard anyone do before. Motherfucker and asshole and everything else, and how could you and you said you’d never, and never again and you betrayed me and all that. Steve takes it for a while because he’s not about to fight back, not in front of Caroline and Phil and me, but after a while he can’t take it anymore and he just walks out. Grabs his stuff, pushes Phil out of the way and bam he’s gone. We hear the front door slam and the engine rev up. That’s it for Steve for the night..
Phil is staring at Caroline and she’s looking back at him defiantly. Those two will have some shit to work out too. But not now. Now neither one of them says anything. Better take that shit home. Caroline picks up her clothes and they walk out. I wouldn’t want to be in that car for the ride home.
Which leaves me and Missy. I grab my clothes and I put on my pants and we go up to the kitchen. She hands me a beer from the fridge. We stand there for a while looking out the window without either one of us saying a word. The moon is high in the sky. Just like old times.
I break the silence first. I’m sorry. I figured an apology is the least I can do. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault.” I’m glad she agrees. “I shouldn’t have gotten you involved in this.” Apparently things haven’t been going as smoothly between her and Steve as they had led me to believe. Apparently you don’t go about agreeing to let your wife fuck other guys unless there’s already some seriously wrong shit going on between the two of you. But never mind the details. You don’t need to hear that.
We have a beer and then another. And we talk and then talk some more. After a while we head upstairs. It’s very late after all. We hug goodnight in the small hall between the bedrooms. The hug stretches on a bit longer than it should. Neither of us is ready to let go. Her breasts under her thin nightgown press into my chest and suddenly my balls don’t hurt anymore. I kiss her. She kisses back. My hand finds her ass, hers finds my cock and before I know it that thin nightgown drops to the floor. After all that happened that night will I ever even come back here again? She takes my hand and leads me to her bed.
And that is how I finally had sex with my high school crush. throwawaygws