Fucking the high school goddess six years later [m/f]. Long, but very much worth the wait. | 2016

I'd first noticed Amanda my junior year of high school: tall, blond, blue eyes that were laughing one minute and sultry the next. She had curves that had no place in high school-- she was a solid C-cup, with a traffic-stopping ass that came from being a three-season varsity athlete. Amanda was one of the popular girls-- though a year younger than me, she was dating the captain of my track team, a senior who looked like a J Crew model and who was the best running back our school had seen in 20 years.

Then there was me: scrawny, nerdy, wearing wire-rimmed glasses and a baggy t-shirt. My friends didn't even know people who knew people who knew her friends.

In short, she was an unattainable goddess. I masturbated to her a couple times, sure, but after graduated she rarely crossed my mind. In college I started really getting my shit together. I began dressing better, started coming out of my shell at parties, working out every day. I realized that being smart and being asocial weren't synonyms. I had my first drink in college, followed very shortly by my first ever casual hookup, and my second, and third. I finished school and took some time off, living in China teaching English for a year. I applied to and got into medical school.

On paper I looked like I should be a boss, but I still felt like that shy high school nerd who was at least a couple leagues shy of the girls I'd want to date.

Then, I came home for the summer, and the good stuff happened. I ran into Amanda at a party-- turns out she still lived in town, working as a nurse at our small town hospital. I still remember the sundress she was wearing (seriously, those things are god's gift to men). She had only gotten hotter. Straight blond hair to her thin little waist, a nice tight round ass, long legs (she's 5'11), cleavage pouring out of the dress-- she was a solid 9 (and I'm only saying that because I don't believe in 10's).

I'd had a few drinks, and entered into her conversational circle without any expectations. I started catching up with some guys who I hadn't seen since senior year, and we were having a great time swapping stories. In the middle of a one of mine about a crazy motorcycle ride through Beijing I noticed Amanda giving me the look. The kind that could go with a lip bite. The look that says "I'm a woman and you're a man".

It may have been 80% booze, but I've never been more confident. As the story wrapped up, I grabbed her hand and dragged her to the fridge to get another beer. We start chatting, and I don't think we broke eye contact for 5 minutes. The conversation gradually veered sexual-- our experiences in college, craziest places we've ever done it, kinks, funny hookup stories-- and we moved closer and closer, until my chest was touching hers. The conversation lulled, and I kissed her against the wall, hard. Her hands were suddenly all over me, running from my hair down to my chest and abs.

Now, I lived just a few blocks down from the party, and while I was staying at my parents' house they were thankfully gone for the weekend. I took her hand and said (cliche, I know) "Want to get out of here?". As she looked up at me with her big blue eyes and nodded, my cock went from 0 to 100 in an instant (ok, 50 to 100-- there was a solid semi during the makeout sesh).

We got back and start making out up against the wall of my room. I pull the dress up over her head-- I can still remember how her boobs jiggled as they popped free. All of a sudden this girl-- who I'd jerked off to as a pubescent boy-- is standing in front of me in a bra and panties. She saunters over to my bed, falls back on it like some sort of movie star, and kind of flutters her feet in the air. I swear I had those panties off and my tongue on her clit in two seconds flat. She was totally shaved down there, with surprisingly puffy lips. She lets out this surprisingly vulnerable gasp as I lap at her clit, and right then I decided I wasn't just going to fuck this woman-- I was going to rock her world.

I started really getting into it, sucking and licking her clit, and worked a finger and then another up inside of her. The old come hither motion, moving around, finding that spot. She started muttering to herself "oh my god oh god yeah fuck yeah fuckkkkk", and so of course I did what any sane man would do and kept doing EXACTLY what I was doing. Not 15 seconds later her thighs jerked against my cheeks and I felt a gush of liquid come out of her pussy. She grabbed the hair on the back of my head and for a second I thought she was going to pull me away-- you know, lots of girls get too sensitive right after they cum. Not her-- she pushed my head back down, hard.

By the time I came up for air, she said she'd come two more times, and the wet spot on my bed backed her up. My cock at this point was like steel-- it would not have surprised me if it had torn through my jeans. She unhooked her bra (because somehow I had still not gotten to her tits) and I slid off my pants and boxers. I kissed my way up to her mouth, and we made out for a minute or two. She was panting and a little sweaty, and goddamned if it wasn't the most adorable, sexiest thing I've ever seen.

Now unlike every other guy on this site, my dick is average on a good day. Like, 5.5 if I kinda measure from the side instead of the top. But it angles up more steeply than most, from what I understand, and that means that in certain positions with certain women it can hit the G-spot just perfectly. And if God almighty wasn't looking out for me that day, because Amanda was one of those women. As I slid home (in b4 no condom, I know it was stupid) I threw her legs up on my shoulders and her eyes opened wide. I quickly repositioned so I was standing on the floor. Her torso was on the bed, her legs straight up by my ears. And I just started going to town.

Amanda's eyes rolled back, and after a minute or less I felt her juices splatter onto my legs as her hands clenched and pulled at the sheets. I grabbed her hips, slamming into her, and she in turn gripped my forearms hard enough for her nails to leave marks.

"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder" she kept panting. "Oh FUCK Chris you're gonna make me come again. I'm you're dirty little girl, your little slut. Make me come on that cock. OH GODDD". It was easily the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life-- her mouth open and smiling slightly, lips connected by this little string of drool, eyes shut, nipples hard as rocks, just shuddering with orgasm. Being bareback I couldn't take it anymore.

"Where should I come?" I panted, "I'm fucking close".

"Come in me" she said, "I want to feel you come in my tight little pussy". I mean don't get me wrong it felt great but it wasn't all that tight, but maybe that's just a thing you say. I mean I don't go around talking about how huge my cock is. But anyway, I unload what must have been 6 solid ropes (I'm usually more of a 3-4 kinda guy), and we just collapse onto the bed. That's when I really noticed the wet spot. It had literally soaked the mattress to the extent that I had to turn it on its side for two days to air dry it. I'd never seen anything like it before or since. I had to use six feet of paper towels just to clean the floor. It looked like a goddamned log flume had run through my bedroom.

We ended up dating for the rest of the summer, and it was easily the best sexual relationship of my life. Turns out she was crazy, but often that manifested itself in somewhat nymphomanic ways, which for a 24-year old was just perfect. She ended up getting me into anal sex (it had never really appealed to me before, I guess), light bondage, roleplay, public sex... in short, she was as much a sex goddess as my horny 17-year-old self had imagined.

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