[F]inally the right [M]oment at the right time a year after high-school. (long!) | 2016

I've mentioned Cecila in a previous story, below. This particular story takes place a year or so after the fact, and our previous endeavor only served to fuel my ravenous desire to have her. https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4ev089/the_night_i_got_a_blowjob_from_my_girlfriends/

I met Cecila early on in high-school, but the stars never really aligned for us. As I have mentioned in the previous story, she was pretty much my best female friend much to the dismay of my at-the-time girlfriend and pretty much any boyfriend she ever had. Truth be told, at the time, we knew we would have made a great couple, but at the risk of rocking our social groups' dynamics, we never took that leap. In retrospect, it seems silly, but I'd not change a thing to this day. In all fairness, it did make my time with her that much more emotionally intimate; we toed the line between right and wrong, sometimes a tad physically, but persistently emotionally. I learned a lot about myself with her, and her me. We were always buddies first, and for the longest time, I didn't realize that I was kind of in love with this girl. For that reason, this story is less about primal fucking, and more about surrendering to one another after nearly 5 years of emotional and physical foreplay.

Cecilia had grown close with my sister, both of whom are two years my junior. She'd often come over and lay by the pool. So. Many. Times. I'd come down for a friendly "hello" only to marvel at her nearly nude body. At around 5' 10" she was vert tall, but years of ballet and equestrian kept her ridiculously fit. She had long blonde hair that draped her shoulders. I'd always try and sneak a peak of her ass, or try and look down her bottoms when she was tanning and, and her hip bones allowed for a little opening. During the day at school, she'd straighten her hair, but when she was slightly more "relaxed" she had the cutest curls that drove me wild. I grew to realize I have somewhat of a fetish for curls and waves.

Over the years, we'd tease each other, sneak drunken kisses in secluded areas of a beach party, careful not be spotted by friends or significant others. I'd often drive to her house late at night, and she'd sneak out and we'd drive along the country side sharing country songs of CDs we'd burned, and discussing the trials and tribulations of high-school, but never, did we go beyond these points until the night her, I, and my girlfriend's best friend decided to fool around (previous story). After that, I went to college across the country, and we lost touch for a year until I came back for winter break.

My best friend had the house to himself that night, and decided to have a little get together. I wanted to see my sister, and invited her along and she asked if she could bring some friends. What's a party without girls? My best friend was also very close with my sister, so it was not a big deal. We secured some liquor from his mother's bountiful alcohol cabinet and proceeded to begin our night. Shortly thereafter, the phone rings. It's the attendant from the front gate to my buddy's gated community, letting us know there are guests awaiting approval. My pal confirms. Moments later, the girls walk in. It's my sister, her new roommate, and Cecilia. "I brought a surprise!" My sister hailed. Cecila and I gave each other a long, tight hug and exchanged pleasantries. Her body was as tight as I remember, and she smelled incredible. Her hair, per usual, was in a tight pony tail, but nevertheless wavy. She had on jeans, and a black, tight, long-sleeve shirt with just a hint of cleavage. She looked hot.

We sat at the table and began drinking together. We played few games, and before we knew it, we were all tanked to the gills. A game of truth-or-dare developed in an effort to "relive the good ol' days of high-school", but with reasonable parameters seeing as my sister was present. It was light pecks here or there, raunchy stories, and brief lap dances and grab ass. In a moment, I decided I needed to go plug my phone in, and Cecila said she needed to use the rest room. I always stay in the guest room at my buddy's house and the bathroom is on the way. Cecilia and I walked together and parted ways as she went to the restroom. I sat on the bed and fumbled to find my charger in my backpack. The room was dark, but lit by the moon, so I didn't find a reason to turn to the light on. Just then, Cecila appeared. "What an awkward game that must be with your sister there!" she exclaimed. "Yea, not ideal....It could have been a lot more fun without her there, that's for sure", I replied.

With perfect timing, my sister, taking note of our lengthy absence put two and two together, and in her obnoxious, drunken stupor screamed "I DARE YOU TO SUCK MY BROTHER'S DICK!". She is the best fucking sister ever. The kitchen erupted with laughter, and Cecila and I looked at each other and started laughing ourselves. "NO! Cecila screamed and put her finger to her lip as to caution my silence. She remained standing but pushed me back onto the bed. I took out my semi-erect dick, and she bent over and quickly enveloped it in her mouth, bobbed up and down a few times before coming up, laughing and instructing me to put it away. "That's all you get right now" she said. Immediately after, she signaled me to put my shoes on, and we snuck out the front door without a word. My best friend and sister both knew about our forbidden history, as well as our tendencies to disappear together back in high-school, so it was fairly obvious what was going on. The night was cold, but very bright thanks to the full moon. I wish to this day I was not so drunk, because I only recall bits and pieces of our little rendezvous outside.

We chat, held hands, and made our way to the golf course. We pushed each other playfully, reminiscing about the night we shared with my girlfriend's best friend. From there things got a little bit heated and we made our way down to the pavement, for the golf carts. We laid there, her straddling me, kissing me, my hands on her waist, feeling her abdomen tighten as she breathed into my mouth between kisses and moans muffled by our lips. She propped herself over me and slid her hands into my shirt. "Still have the abs I see". (I had still been wrestling and doing MMA, so I'm in pretty decent shape for those who need to know that for the story). She continued: "this isn't happening here, we should go back now". Tease.

We got back to the house to find it dark. We had been gone about an hour, and it seemed as though the party had died down. It felt incredible to walk in from the cold into warm house, and my ace-wingman best friend had lit a fire in the fireplace. Cecila and I made our way to the couch near the mantle to get warm, but there was no talking. The mood had changed from playful and erotic, to romantic in an instant. The fire crackled, and the look on her face when she turned to me was one of submission, wanting, and dare I say it, love. Certainly we were not in love anymore, but tonight, we allowed ourselves to be as tribute to longevity of past feelings. She stepped closer to me, and I to her. I placed my hands on her cheeks and drew her in for a kiss. We stood there locked in ourselves, in the world we had just created, just for us. I slowly slid my hands down her face, over her breasts, down her waist, and grabbed hold of the bottom of her shirt. She obliged, and lifted her arms, allowing me to undress her, removing our lips only to get the blouse over her head. I turned her around and hugged her waist. Her skin was soft, and I let my hands wander over her stomach as I kissed her neck. I drew her in near me and her ass pressed against my now, ragingly hard cock, that had waited so many years to be inside this girl, now a woman. I took my shirt off, so I could feel her body against mine. The contrast from our cold bodies against each other, near the fire, amplified the sexual tension. She motioned to me to sit on the couch and I did as instructed. She fell to her knees, and undid my pants. She kissed my chest, my nipple, then gave it a little lick as she looked up and smiled at me. She continued with her wet kisses down my stomach, leaving a trail of kiss marks made visible by the shining fire. She reached into my pants and pulled out my cock and gave gave it a few slow, drawn out strokes, never breaking eye contact, still, never saying a word. She started at the base, and licked once, twice, this time longer, and then a third all the way up to the tip before taking my into her mouth. She squeezed her lips, and proceeded to slowly make my dick appear and disappear into her mouth with one the of the most passionate blowjobs I have still gotten to this day.

I sat there, melting into the couch as Cecila kneeled there, moaning in delight, working, just to please me. Occasionally she'd break away for a breath of air, and stroke my spit lubed dick. I'd not let that last too long as I came in for a kiss. As she leaned into to kiss me, I wrapped my hands around her and unclasped her bra, revealing her magnificent tits, and her tiny pink nipples. I fondled one, as I held her cheek and kissed her, until instructing her in a whisper to lay on the couch. She laid back and I slipped off her jeans, revealing a black, lacy thong. I slipped that off and she opened her legs in approval. I dove in, and began lapping away at her soaking pussy. She tasted incredible, clean, and she was perfectly shaved. My tongue glided across her labia, over her clit, and into her pussy. Admittedly, I was excited, and sloppy. Finally I focused on her clit. She writhed in pleasure and was massaging her tits. I let my hands wander up to her and grabbed a handful for myself, looking up and burning that image in my head for the rest of my life.

It began to get hot on the leather couch, and we had both become sweaty so we made our way to the guest room. Again, the coolness of the room was a nice change of environment. I laid her on the bed and kneeled in front of her. She opened her legs, and let me between them. I laid on top of her, and we stayed there for a bit, just kissing, quietly and letting our hands enjoy each others' bodies. She let her hands wander from my neck, to my back, to my ass. I played with her nipples, bit her lips, and rubbed my dick over her clit, but never entering her. I kneeled at her side, and put slid my hand down her face over her lips. She took my fingers in her mouth as I reached down to her pussy with the other hand. I circled around her clit, and teased the opening of her pussy before slipping a finger in. She continued to suck my fingers till i removed them. I ran my hands over one tit, to the other, rolling her nipple around between my fingers as i hastened pace with the other hand. She leaned up a bit and turned to me to take my dick in her mouth once again. I loved every minute of this escapade. I burned every image I could into my brain to preserve this moment. Her long gorgeous legs, open, my veiny arm between them, massing her pussy....her abdomen firmly flexing to hold herself up, her arm extend, with her hand gripping the shaft of my dick, and her lips and tongue swirling around what was remaining, her neck tits, glistening with sweat and moving fluidly in unison with her neck as she cocked back and forth. Her long wavy hair let down, haphazardly over her shoulders. It was bliss, and my cock new it, because I felt myself already wanting to blow in her mouth, but I needed to hold out.

I myself between her and positioned my dick at the entrance of her pussy. Sufficiently lubed from her spit, I applied a little pressure, and teased made my way in. She smiled as if to give the me go ahead, and i slipped in, just the tip, letting her acclimate to my girth. As she became accustom to me, I pushed further in, holding her waist, pulling her into me at the same time. I watched my dick disappear in Cecilia's pussy, at last. I slowly worked up to a rhythmic pace that we both found suitable. I looked down at her, tits slightly bouncing up and down as she arched back and clenched her lips together breathing out little moans with every thrust. I laid down on her again, only inches between us and continued to fuck her, while our lips locked and tongues danced, our sweaty bodies sliding together. "Don't stop" she whispered in between breaths. I maintained my pace, enjoying every inch of her pussy I could. She began to tighten around my cock as she became ready to cum. The years of anticipation as well as the night's long foreplay had us peaking early on. Her nails dug into my back, and she bit down on my neck. The little bit of pain with passion brought me to my edge and I told her I was close. She beat me to the punch and began to cum before me, reminding me not to dare stop. As she came, she dug into me deeper, squealing quietly as to not wake anyone in the house. I felt my dick begin to pulsate and the half cocked smile she gave me as she bit her lip and rubbed her tits led to one of the longest orgasms I have ever had. It built up at a glacial pace as I thrust into her, slowly, but aggressively. I let out a little groan as I came inside of her which was met with an "mmm" of euphoria from her. I laid there inside of her for a few moments, basking in our afterglow. Her rubbing her hands through my hair, and me laying on her chest, massaging her nipple. We just laid there quietly, both likely reflecting on our past, and the satisfaction of having finally allowed ourselves to love another for a night.