Sort of.
We stayed in touch. She is / was a really nice girl and she seemed to need a friend that wasn’t trying to get anything out of her. Her family had a lot of money so her high school friends were always looking for a free ride. She’s hot as hell; long blonde hair, big blue eyes, large breasts, perfect hips – so all the guys in her life were saying what they thought would help nail her. On top of that she was one of those ultra productive “super students” that cried if she got a B on a test and excelled in three sports. She was also the class president and this and that. So even her parents were on her case all the time about something. She battled with her self-image and thought the way to stay fit was diet pills and making herself throw up.
She would come to my place a lot after school and we’d hang out and talk. She even introduced me to her father and I had a long heart to heart with him that I wasn’t nailing his under age daughter, explained how we met, and talked about different things. He was grateful that there was a 22 year old out there that would look beyond his daughter’s beauty and search for her age and real needs. He and I actually became quite friendly, her Dad only being in his 40’s himself.
Laurie would come by and we’d talk about everything. She’d tell me about boyfriends, drama at school, re-live stories of this and that. Sometimes she would come over to study, just to get away from her parents watching eye. I had just graduated college and some of my areas of study are areas she had a lot of interest. A couple years went by and Laurie went off to college in Vermont. We stayed in touch writing letters and emails, phone calls on occasion (this was before the great cell phone plans that are out there now). Then one day her dad calls with a favor – things exploded at his work and he can’t get up to Vermont to get her. Would I mind taking his Yukon (which for those of you don’t know if a huge luxury SUV…before the term “SUV” was vogue) and a credit card for gas and a hotel room on the way and the way back and pick her up? It was Christmas break and she had a lot to bring home, otherwise she normally just flew.
I had just been laid off from my job so I agreed. I missed Laurie quite a bit and this would give us a lot of time to hang out. From Vermont alone we were looking at a 12-hour drive, staying over night at a hotel, and then another 10-hour drive on top of that. When she comes home on break she has a million people looking for her time, so I usually only got a day. This would be good.
I got to Vermont and was greeted with the longest hug I have ever received from Laurie. She looked, to me, the best she ever did. At one point in her battle with eating disorders she got so skinny it was scary. Not only was she not rail thin – it appeared that she had put on her freshmen 15. She was a little plump and seemed very “okay” with it, and that warmed my heart. She took me around introducing me to a lot of people. We weren’t leaving that night; we were partying at a frat house. Turns out it’s MY frat so I got along well with all the brothers. We hang out and party. Laurie has this boy hanging off her all night and it’s easy to see – this is a guy that she’s at least played with behind closed doors but doesn’t want to be “with him.” Yet he’s trying to project the entire time that she’s his. I made a point to hug and kiss her cheek a lot. She introduced me as her “very over protective BIG brother.”
So there is a girl that I connect with and we’re talking, dancing, drinking. We smooch a little. Every time we kiss Laurie barges in and starts grinding on me, and has to talk to this girl, or something. The girl invites me back to her dorm room and Laurie gets annoyed saying that we have to leave very early the next morning and we have to go. We go back to her place and she’s really quiet. Her roomie is already gone so I crashed in her bed. Laurie started asking me if I liked “that girl” and general questions. I was drunk and started to feel not so good so we ended that talk. The next morning we showered (not together), dressed and headed out.
That day was fine – slipped right back to our normal selves. Played stupid games on the road, drank a lot of coffee, and sang along with songs. We rolled into a town that we mapped out previously and checked into a hotel room. Grabbed take out, beer and settled in for the night. After flipping through the four free channels of TV offered by this hotel we decided to get pay per view. The movie sucked and we were left to chat and catch up.
As Laurie drank more she started asking questions about the girl I was kissing the night before. Did I like girls like that? Was I attracted to her? Is she prettier than I am? Finally I tossed a “well you didn’t want to kiss me and I felt like kissing.” Funny thing is, in the years that we had become friends; I had never sensed any sexual tension between us. I was very attracted to her but Laurie had almost become someone that I viewed as a family member. I think deep down I was worried that anything between she and I would ruin everything we worked for over the past years.
“Well” she replied, “I want to kiss now.” With that she leaned over to me and planted a passion filled kiss on my lips (of which I returned). Soon our hands were everywhere – on her breasts, her rubbing me through my shorts, me rubbing her pussy through her pajamas. Some how things shifted from “what this ruin everything?” to one of the most comfortable and “right” things I could remember. We tore at each other’s clothes as she whispered in my ear how much she’s wanted me. Pushing me on my back she took my cock into her hands and slowly sucked me into her mouth. Keeping eye contact with me the entire time, it was as though she had my entire life in her hands and mouth. I was completely mesmerized and captivated.
I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, pushing her on to her back. Taking one breast into my hand and the other into my mouth, I felt that she had pierced her nipples. I guess there were things about Laurie that I didn’t know! I kissed my way down her very tan and quivering belly until I reached her shaved bare pussy. I usually tease quite a bit before I “get to it” but my mouth was drawn to her and I attached my mouth to her pussy, inserting my tongue inside her as far as I could. Laurie gasped as I slid a finger, then two, and then three into her pussy while I gently played with the hood of her clit with my tongue.
Laurie literally screamed when she was cumming, so much so that I was worried about the people in the rooms next to us. I’ve grown older and realize that most rooms are being used for the same thing. Finally she pulled me to her and we embraced, my cock rubbing against her, our stomachs rising and falling together, our mouths devouring each other’s. The head of my cock rubbed against her pussy. Laurie and I locked eyes and she whispered that she was a virgin when we met – she always dreamed of me taking her virginity. This – of course – stopped me in my tracks. I kissed her forehead and asked Laurie, she of the pierced nipples, stories of blowjobs, three tattoos, and completely shaved pussy – was a virgin?
She told me that aside from fingers, nothing has been inside her. Not even a toy. By now she was grinding her hips against me and practically begging me to fuck her. I was almost frozen – all those years how could I not know this? She started to whisper that “it’s okay, even if this never happens again this is okay…make love to me, set me free…”
I kissed and slowly slid my cock inside her pussy. Laurie gasped loudly and dug into my shoulders, her eyes wincing in slight pain, a moan escaping her lips. I asked her if she was okay and she looked at me and nodded. Slowly we became one and within 20 minutes the slight pain in her eyes was replaced with her moaning that “it’s everything I dreamed of, make love to me, make love to me…”
Over the years Laurie and I must have had sex, fucked, made love hundreds of times now. Dozens on that trip home alone. I’m always someone she runs to in between boyfriends, during boyfriends. It’s the weirdest thing – the love between us and yet we’ve never tried to “be together.” Jealousy has never reared its ugly head. The connection is such that I wonder if she and I will continue this when we’re both married to other people.
And I wonder…do I not get involved with anyone in the secret hope that she’s the one?
I always get like this when we haven’t seen each other for a little while and I hear from her, like the email I just got:
“Sweetie – I’ll be over tonight around 10. Leave a key in your mailbox for me. Don’t wait up; I’ll make sure you are awake when I get there. Love, me.”