Summer Lovin' (M/F) | 2016

This story is one that I never would have seen coming, but I'm glad it happened nonetheless.

I just graduated high school, and am headed off to college in the fall, and as a result I am already losing touch with people who I went to school with over the last 12 years. That is, everybody except for Veronica.

Veronica is a year younger than I, but far superior in every measurable academic manner. She's in the top ten in her class, and every teacher's dream student, but her credentials don't end there. She is without a doubt one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen. She is of Asian decent, (a Filipino, Japanese, English, and French mix) and a very skilled dancer and singer. It seems that there is no way in which she takes your breath away, and yet she hangs out with me, a goofy old soul who likes his rock 'n roll and cars.

We had known each other for about three years, she dated one of my close friends, and stayed close to the friend group even after their relationship ended. She ended up with a guy in the class ahead of me, yet still she always seemed to like hanging around me and being a little too flirty when Connor wasn't looking.

Here's where things become interesting:

My neighbors went out of town a few days ago, leaving me to take care of their dogs, and I called Veronica over to help me walk them, since she is better with dogs than I am. After a long walk in the Midwestern July heat, we put the boys away for their nap, and went back to my house to cool down. Veronica sat across from me on the floor in a very enticing outfit. Denim shorty shorts with lacy pockets, and a thin pink half shirt that exposed her taught yet supple stomach. Her legs were slightly splayed, golden and just before me, with bright red polish on her perfect tiny feet.

She pulled off her sunglasses and ran her hand through her hair, letting it tumble gracefully down her back, and she gazed at me for second from her deep brown eyes.

"Quit staring, Jameson." She said flirtatiously

She always called me Jameson, I'm not sure why.

I looked down and away, smirking because I had been caught. I'm a decent looking guy, I think. I have short brown hair, and square jaw, and a frame that's pretty skinny, topping off at 5'8", which towers over Veronica's 5'2" frame.

We sat and talked, until finally the conversation took an interesting turn. Veronica had been growing tired of Connor, and had been seeking other companionship recently, which surprised me, considering how steadily they had appeared to have been going. I already knew that she was a bit promiscuous, but nonetheless I was surprised. She laughed at me because I must have been wearing my shock on my face, and again I looked away.

"Well Jameson," she said with a flirtatious head tilt, "what do you think?"

I finally let down my guard and admitted that I always had been attracted to her, even when she was with my friend, and Connor. The more I revealed about my desire for her, seemed to make her grin wider and wider. After I finished talking she set her water bottle down on the table next to her, and squared off the coaster it sat upon, letting the silence fill the room.

"Well Jameson," she said again, "I can keep a secret if you can."

My eyes widened and my heart rate quickened as a managed to stutter out: "Wha... What do you mean?"

She then leaned forward and crawled across the room, putting a leg and an arm on either side of my outstretched legs, and holding her face slightly above mine.

"I mean this" she whispered in my ear as she then drew back and softly pressed her lips to mine, slightly parting them. My heart was beating out of my chest, and I slowly raised my right hand, placing it gently on her back as our tongues met. She was skilled, yet commanding. She straddled me and grabbed ahold of my t-shirt with both hands pulling me upright as she grinded herself into me.

"Can we go to your bedroom?" She asked after about a couple minutes. I stood up and led her to my room, closed the door, drew the shade, and dimmed the lights. I have a hell of a stereo in my room, and she took it upon herself to connect her phone to it, and pulled up a very sexy playlist with a lot of bass.

She turned on her heels, pulled off my shirt, and pushed me onto my bed, pulling her shirt off as she climbed onto me. Eventually she had me retrieve a condom when our clothes all came off. I slid it on my 7 inches, and she got on all fours, arching her back downward and gazing back expectantly. I slid myself in with ease, and the heat of her pussy felt like a thousand angles had kissed my soul. I almost forgot to thrust in that moment of ecstasy, and she moved herself toward me, pushing my cock deeper as she let out a soft moan. This continued for a while and things began to pick up. I trusted with more force and she bent down, grabbing handfuls of my neatly folded sheets. Eventually I as flying, and she was clearly enjoying it, and after a while I felt her pussy tighten as she came, burying her face in my pillow.

I was getting close, and she could tell. In the frenzy of her orgasm she said: "I want you to cum in my ass." I was blown away, and began to slide myself out, and as I did she pulled of the condom and guided me quickly into her ass. It was so tight and warm, that I had no problem reaching climax, and spilling stream after stream of my seed into her perfect ass.

We both collapsed, completely spent. And after a few seconds she rolled over with her sly grin on her face and said: "Well Jameson, now what do you think?"