I'll never forget how we met, or when we first kissed, how could I? His lips were sweet like cherry and his eyes burned with such intense allure that I was compelled to stare into them while our tongues collided and lips latched.Brandin Rossiter was the very first absolute love of my life. We met 9th grade and fell for each other.But do to the fact that different social clicks didn't quietly accept mixing it up back then, we would sneak around and keep our love affair a secret just to avoid drama and nosy people. That may have been why we started sneaking around, but it for sure would not be how it ended up. Turned out that sneaking around really turned the both of us on. In a very short time we went from eye glances in the classroom to full on heavy lip lock in the back of the library during lunch or at the convenience of a hall pass. The tear drop shaped beads of sweat dripping down his freckled neck and unto the side of my mouth infused me each time as I was able to lick it and take pleasure in the taste of him wanting me. The smell of his beautiful hair was strong (just like his dick) and aroused me. Over all my favorite part of our school library secret make out sessions was when we would be in the back going at it and lose control forgetting where we were and not to get caught. He would pick me up and push me against the back bookcase, forcing me to excitingly wrap my legs around his narrow waist so that the center of my vagina was pressed up against his penis. Our eyes would lock drifting into each others souls as our kisses swirled across each others body's all the while grinding as if we were naked, letting each other know that once school was out it was on. It was always hard (in more ways than one)letting go when the bell rang. Taking a moment to try and compose ourselves was all we could do to keep from actually doing the deed right then and there. We had a lot sex and back in the day we also had favorite hood up spots, like College Grove(years ago when the Yellow Brick Road arcade was still there). We would meet up downstairs and do it in the bathroom there. It was next to perfect because very few people ever came down there so we could basically pick a weekday or a late Sunday evening and make out/fuck there as much as we wanted. That was our favorite hook up spot, well, that and his bedroom when his mom had left for work. On the days when she was home and we needed a full on bed bumping session that could not wait, he'd sneak me in through his bedroom window. He would leave his music playing or the tv on but still would need to place a pillow over my mouth to muffle the sounds I was making, and I allowed him to do whatever it took to muffle his sounds whether it meant biting down into me or something else. The days I gave up the ass were the hardest days to remain somewhat quiet. Yes it had been years since Brandin and I, but the memories were still fresh in my mind. So imagine my surprise when we ran into each other at (get this) Walmart (at the grove) of all places. He hugged me and said "wow, this is crazy!" I thought so too but as glad as I was to see him I could barely form the words let alone get them to leave my lips to express how I truly felt. I wanted to say so much but all that came out was "it's good to see you". We ended up talking for a bit after we left the store. I ended up getting into his car and going back to his place. After all, some actions say much more when few words are involved, so all it took to get us there was him asking "do you wanna come over?". I knew what to do then. Say yes, and as soon as we arrive, jump his bones. Hey, I fought the urge to reach across his lap and pull his penis out of his pants, the whole time he was driving. I wanted to stroke him up and down so bad but I didn't want to be presumptuous. After all, the chances of him just wanting to drink coffee and chat with me were slim, but it still remained possible that would be all he wanted. Much time had passed since our fling in school. Once we got back to his pad, he pulled his car into the garage and shut it. When we went into his house I sat on the couch. He offered me a drink. I accepted. I didn't get to drink it until after though, because as soon as he came out of the kitchen, I made my move. One look into my lustful eyes and he knew instantly what was going on inside my head. He pulled his pants down and said "wanna taste?". Without hesitation I dropped down to my knees and replied "you know I want more than just a taste" I gobbled his balls into my mouth and eagerly drank down the salty sweat clinging to them. I let go only long enough to lick his dick up and down like a sweet Christmas candy can when he yanked me up to my feet and said, "that's it, lets go". It took us no time to end up naked and in his bedroom. He gently lay me down upon his mattress. He took some time perched over me to look at me and admire all the lust and heartfelt desire in my eyes starring back at him, and the roundness of my nipples as they began to firm like never before with each anticipating breath. Brandin calmly stroked my face and gently whispered out, "did you ever think we would be together like this again?". I slowly shook my head no and raised up to meet his lips. The hotness of our mouths combined, that sweet cherry flavor I so fondly remembered from long ago was still there. I impatiently sucked his tongue into my delicious oral vortex and completely ended up melting into his. He eased onto me gliding smoothly the firmness of his chest across my stomach and onto mine. With my legs spread and hips apart, we lay there kissing and touching each others bodies. I slowly ran one hand through his red hair and across the nape of his sweaty neck while the other hand proceeded with caution up from his calf and unto his muscular thigh. It was one of those times where I wished I had more than two hands just so I could feel every single part of his glorious body at the same time. His penis made a grand entrance as he graciously slid inside me. The flesh of his penis pulsated as it infiltrated my vagina, pushing through the tightness, swimming within the wetness, and deliberately aiming for the deep end of my pool. Once fully engulfed in the intimate flame of our passion, he boldly asked me, "who's pussy is it?". I replied, "it's yours Brandin, just yours". He moaned as he rode up and down and all around me. The more we fucked the harder it became to avoid the inevitable. Our bodies became more fiercely intermingled as if we were engaged in battle. A sexual war, and this war was about to come to an end as I could feel us speeding up. The rapid thrust of his cock into my pussy caused my titties to jerk back and forth as if I were on a roller coasted ride with no bra on. I swear, the thrust he gave made my hips even wider, all the better for him fucking me. Finally he shouted out, "are you ready for me to cum?". I shouted back "bring it!", and he did. He clamped onto me, swooping my entire upper body into his strong muscled arms as he held down my lower half with the weight of his. He exclaimed "Oh god, here it comes!" I welcomed the pounding of his penis as cum shot into my vagina. We were in a trance dick vibrating and me sweating, two inches away from crying over how deep he went and how good it felt. As nice as it is to have a man whom can make you laugh and make you happy, it's even better when that man can also make you cry(if you know what I mean). Brandin is that for me
Till next time xoxo Shannon.
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