Years later I hook up with my geeky friend from high school (M/F) | 2016

So I've been away for a little bit but I thought I'd share another story. I was debating which one to tell, but this is a pretty good one. I got flustered just trying to write it.

This tale is not really about my current partner (Jeff), but comes from a time when we were in a transition period of our relationship. He had broken up with his primary partner and I was staying with him but about to move out of state. We had become much closer over this period but were not officially regarding each other as "primaries" because I was leaving and our future was uncertain. In the meantime we continued to enjoy each other's company, fuck like crazy, and see other people as we pleased (staying safe of course).

Now, when I was in high school I was very good friends with a boy named Marco. We started hanging out when I was 15 and we both had a pottery class together. We spent a ton of our time together for the next two or three years. Of course he had a crush on me. I didn't know at first but over time I figured it out. I didn't know what to do about it. I was making bad decisions and dating older guys who were total losers off and on. I was never really attracted to guys my age, and even though a lot of my friends thought Marco was sweet and tried to encourage me to date him I just didn't feel that way about him. He was tall, lanky, geeky, and super goofy. We had the same taste in music and movies, and were both kind of outcasts of a different flavor (think freaks and geeks). I loved spending time with him but he was just clueless about girls. I think he was a virgin until about 18 when he started dating a girl after we drifted apart. Looking back I feel bad for leading him on by being his friend even though he wanted more.

Fast forward a few years to right before I move out of state. I have a few months left and have been talking about it over Facebook. Marco sees this and sends me a message asking me to hang out before I go so we can catch up. I had seen him a few times since we drifted apart but not much. I'm excited to hear from him since we always had a lot of fun together. We decide to go out for a drink in one of my favorite funky neighborhoods near where he lives. I tell my partner I'm going out and might not be back, since it was a decent drive and it was snowing pretty heavily.

Before I get to the good stuff I just want to clarify that Marco knows I was seeing someone else (though not seriously at that point). I never lie about those things.

I meet at his house and he drives us to the bar. We are instantly best friends again. Within minutes I'm laughing my ass off, we have a few rounds and challenge some fellow patrons to a snowball fight outside. Good times ensue and last call comes too quick. He is still the same dorky guy but seems a lot more comfortable and confident. He drives me back to his house and I know I'm too drunk to drive home. He assures me I can crash there. We stay up for a few more hours having a good time and talking. As things wind down he asks if I want to smoke some weed. I'm surprised since he was pretty strait in high school. We go to his room and toast a bowl. He puts on a Troma film just like we used to watch together (I forget which one we didn't watch it for long), and we instantly get cosy on his bed. His arm is around me and it just feels natural.

Cuddled up next to him all the tension from years ago comes back and I know I want him. We glance at each other and I can feel his heart racing in his chest. With that one glance he grabs me and kisses me deeply. I melt into him and soon he is on top of me. I'm surprised by his assertiveness, obviously he has learned a few things since high school. As he presses into me, our tongues dance and I can feel how hard he is through his jeans. Holy shit he is huge, I can already tell. He's a tall guy so it's not completely surprising but I never thought I would find out.

It takes a while for us to move past this point, but finally I decide to take the next step. I take off his shirt and push him onto his back sliding on top of him. I remove my shirt as well and smile at him. He is looking pretty serious. I laugh trying to break the tension. "Well I never thought this would happen." I say. "Me either." I bend down and give him a deep kiss, then draw back and say softly "Do you want to keep going?" "Fuck yes." Now he's smiling. I start kissing down his chest, he's still so thin but it looks like he's been working out. When I get to his belt I pause to tease him a little, then gently remove it and pull of his pants and boxers. His hard cock slaps against his stomach and WOW! He actually is rivaling my other partner, at least 8". Before I started seeing Jeff most of the guys I had been with were closer to average and I was still wasn't getting used to being fucked by something so big. He saw my eyes widen my hesitation as I started to bend towards it.
Marco caught be and flipped me onto my back again, quickly removing the rest of my clothes and dived between my legs.

Something important to note here is when we were teenagers Marco showed me how he could stick his tongue out really far because he had accidentally partially severed that little ligament underneath it when he was younger (it's called the frenulum if anyone is curious). At the time I don't think he had any inkling why that might be impressive and just thought it was neat. I was pretty sexual from a young age and that little fact DID catch my attention but I didn't want to go there with him and didn't think he would know what to do anyway.

Back to the moment HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT??? GOD YES!!! Who even are you? Marco was fucking me with his tongue in a way I have never experienced before and likely will never again. His tongue was goddamned dexterous. I cannot even describe what it was like to have a tongue that long sliding over me and into me. It was insane. I was completely lost in the sensation, all previous boundaries flew out the window and I grabbed his head forcing him further into me, grinding my hips against his face. I was so close but before I could come he pulled away and got on top of me. Despite how wet I was it took a couple of tries to get him all the way inside me. It hurt but at the same time it felt kind of… just.

As he fucked me I kept thinking about how it must have hurt him to have spent all that time with me when I thought we were just friends. There was a few times when we used to watch movies together in his room, sometimes we were close enough so that our arms touched. Once we went to a horror movie and I was scared so he put his arm around me. But I was young and naive and didn't know what to do so I just ignored it even though it had felt kind of nice. Now that same geeky friend was fucking the shit out of me with his gigantic cock and I was going to damn well take it. The thought that any pain I felt was some kind of punishment turned me on even more and soon he was sliding in and out much easier as I moaned and dug my nails into his back. He shoved his tongue in my mouth and the taste of my own juices on my old friend sent me over the edge. I came hard which prompted him to fuck me faster and soon I felt his hot come rushing into me. Marco rested on top of me and began kissing me again, as I relished in the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of me. After a few minutes he began fucking me again, slowly, drawing all the way in and all the way out. After a few minutes he was good to go again.

Marco fucked me for nearly an hour. That might sound nice to some people but I actually had to just stop him at some point. I was pretty wrecked. He was understanding and I fell asleep in his arms.

I saw Marco a few more times before I left (both in and out of our clothes). On one of my last nights I had a goodbye party which he came to and gave me a picture he had kept of the two of us when we were 15 or 16. I still have it. It was very sweet and I still think of him fondly. I'm glad we finally had our moment.

I hope you enjoyed it! Although they are kind of two separate stories, the next day when I got home Jeff and I had a pretty fucking hot scene over it which involved him punishing me for being such a little slut. I'm happy to share if anyone would like.

Some other possibilities for stories:

-BDSM scenes (or just kinky hot sex) with my current partner

-A threesome with my current partner and a different woman than the last story (who was possibly a witch)

From when I was single:

-The first (and only) time I had sex with a woman outside of a threesome (she was young, just started college and wanted to rebel from her conservative Chinese parents, a first for both of us, a sweet and kinky tale)

-When I was a barista and hooked up with a customer (I'm sure some of you have had fantasies about that)

-Playing with a very submissive man (femdom)