“There’s no time for this Rob, just FUCK ME already,” she half yells.
I oblige, starting to pump in and out of her hot grasp, grabbing her arm behind her to get a better rhythm going. She squeezes my cock hard with her pussy, obviously meaning that I do really need to make this as fast as possible.
Being that I hadn’t had sex in a few weeks at this point, that was no problem. I fucked her hard and fast, and within five minutes, I was dumping my load in her, panting heavily and leaning on her as my cock kept pulsing.
“You never go soft do you?” she asked. “I wish we had more time, but you’re going to have to take care of that yourself, or just shove it back in your pants for now.”
Grabbing my chin, she pulls me towards herself, kissing me gently. Holding my still sticky cock in her hand, she looks me in the eyes and smiles, knowingly.
“If you get back together with Emily, I want you to know that you can still come visit me as often as you need, Rob. If she’s being a bitch, or not giving you any on the regular, and you need to cum, just come see me. I mean it. You can be as faithful as you want, but you’re seventeen still. You’ve been fucking pretty regularly, and you need to cum a lot from my experiences with you. So, if you ever feel the need, come visit. I’d spread these legs for you any time, sweety.”
With that, she pulled her pants up, but not before dipping a couple fingers in her pussy and bringing them out with both of our juices on them. Savoring the taste, she was still licking them after we had left the room and she was walking towards the stairs.
——-
Later that afternoon, I had texted Emily concerning that evening’s plan, and was told to come over to her house around seven for dinner with her family. I showed up with flowers for Emily’s mother, hoping to lessen the blow of seeing my face for the first time since our incident almost two years ago.
“Hello, Rob, nice to see you!” Emily’s mother greeted me somewhat enthusiastically.
“Hi, it’s very nice to see you. These are for you,” I handed her the flowers.
“Oh they’re beautiful! I’ll go put them in some water – come in, come in!”
Honestly. I felt a little uneasy about this hello. The last time Emily’s mom had seen me, her daughter had my cum on her, and I was still mostly hard, standing completely naked a few feet away from her.
“Hey Rob,” Emily squealed, bounding down the stairs towards me. Jumping into my arms, she hugged me tight for the second time that day. She looked up for a kiss, but I turned away, motioning that her parents were standing right behind her.
“That’s ok, Rob, we know you two haven’t seen each other in a long time.” Her dad was staring at me coldly, despite the approving words he had just offered.
Dinner was relatively uneventful – I was polite as always, and explained that I was excited about my senior year starting the next day. I was lying, but I felt that it would be encouraging for them to know that I was very interested in school, and looking forward to getting into a good university. In reality, I got on the honor roll every year, but I never really put any effort into school. I did homework and paid attention in class, and that sufficed most of the time.
After dinner, Emily and I were still sitting on the back deck, although we had moved a little closer together, and I had my arm around her. We were kissing, and generally just being civil – keeping it decent, just in case anyone came back outside or was watching from a window above – until Emily leaned over and grabbed my cock through my pants whispering how much she had missed it since she’d been gone.
“You know I haven’t even fucked since I’ve been gone, Rob?”
“How could I know that, babe?”
“I missed you both so much,” she giggled.
“I missed you too. I knew I did, but I didn’t really know how much until I saw your face earlier.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet. We’re gonna have such a great year together, I promise,” she cooed in my ear. “You better get going soon, though. It’s getting late for a school night, and I have to at least try to make a good effort for the first day.”
“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then. It’s a date,” I winked to her.
Lying in bed that night, I couldn’t sleep. Normally the last night before school, I couldn’t sleep because I was dreading the hell that would be the next nine months of my life. This time, I couldn’t sleep because I was too busy grinning to nobody and thinking about how truly wonderful this year could end up being with Emily back in my life.
——
The next day, I woke up from just a couple hours of sleep, managing to find my way to school.
As I walked in the side door to the senior’s locker area, I got bear hugged off the ground from behind by my best friend Bill.
“Hey fucker, I heard Emily’s back in town! You gonna pick up where things left off?”
“I think we’re going to try and see how things go ya,” I laughed, as he carried me over to and threw me on the couch.
“What’s your schedule like, dude? Do we have any classes together?”
“Probably just music,” I replied, “unless you decided to stop taking sciences, or I decided to start taking them.
“Well engineering is going to be a bitch to get into, so I’m in if a course has AP available, I’m in it.”
“Have fun, man,” I responded. “I still don’t know why you want to be an engineer, but if you want to, good luck.
Bill had always been an athletic, good-looking guy. He was popular with the ladies, but also with teachers because he always made time from our goofing off to study and do exceedingly well in school.
“What are you doing after school?” Bill asked.
“I have that fucking band tryout.”
“We have to tryout for band now? I thought it was mandatory?”
“No, dude, the student rock band. They need a bassist because Kendra graduated last year,” I reminded him.
“Oh ya, I forgot you were doing that.”
I had started playing bass for fun in the spring of that year. I had always been musical, preferring it to the other fine arts at school, and was always the go to guy for the percussion section in our ensembles. I decided to start playing bass, and had practiced a fair amount – hopefully enough to get the part. My mentor had been nagging me towards the end of my junior year to get more involved at school in order to have more to put on my applications this year – student rock band was my first step.
I was putting my stuff away in my locker when a hand reached around me and covered my eyes. Spinning around, I grabbed the culprit and quickly saw that it was Emily. I pulled her in close and hugged her to me, which was the extent of what we were able to do in school. They had a very strict PDA rule, and a few of the older teachers made sure it was enforced to the nth degree.
“Are you ready for day one, babe?” She teased me.
“Of course, nothing would make my life more complete than another nine months of school,” I answered dully, as the first bell rang, warning us to get to class.
“I have law and history before lunch,” I told Emily, intending to tell her I’d see her during lunch.
“I do too!” She cut me off. “We should try to talk Mr. Halman into letting us go a few minutes early for lunch since it’s the first day back and we have such stressful lives we need to escape from,” she said as we walked towards our first class of the year.
——
As we walked out of class a few minutes before the lunch bell rang (Emily had worked her charms to get her way, as usual), Emily grabbed my hand and told me to meet her outside immediately so we could go get lunch before all the other people got out of class.
As I walked outside a minute later, her beauty floored me once again. She had taken off her dress shirt, and was wearing a super tight gray tank top with her kilt rolled up so you could see her panties clearly if she bent over.
“Let’s go, already,” she whined, wanting to get off the property as fast as possible.
As we climbed into my awesome minivan, I asked her where she wanted to eat, as there were a number of crappy fast food chains in the area, as well as a mall with a large food court only a few minutes away.
“Let’s go get street meat from the guy near the soccer field,” she told me.
Five minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot of the soccer field that our school leased for the autumn season. We ate our hot dogs, Emily seeming to scarf hers down like she hadn’t eaten in months.
Before I could even finish my hot dog, she grabbed my hand and pulled me back towards my van.
“Babe, I’m still eating,” I told her.
“Well finish up quick, because I have two years worth of horniness to get out of my system and we only have forty minutes until we need to get back to school,” she said, unbuckling my belt and fishing my flaccid member out.
As I finished my hot dog, Emily took off her tank top and unpinned her kilt, letting me see her beautiful figure. She had definitely gained a bit of weight in both of the right places, and was curvier than I remembered. Later she told me she’d finally broken a C cup, and was obviously proud about her curves.
I grabbed her blonde ponytail, and forced her to my quickly hardening cock. As I pulled my pants off, she had already managed to get me hard as a rock, and was fondling my balls at the same time.
She undid her bra and pulled off her panties all the while keeping me in her mouth, albeit sloppily.
“Babe, I hate to stop blowing you, because I think we’ve both missed my blowjobs, but I need you in me now,” she moaned.
I felt a momentary pang of guilt, remembering how she hadn’t had sex in nearly two years, while I was getting regular sex during the school year from the woman who had gotten her sent away in the first place, not to mention the twenty-odd other girls and women I had been inside since she had left.
Emily lay on her back in the middle of my van (I had removed the two bucket seats, so there was only two front seats and a back bench – a trick I had learned for those times when I drank too much and was not afforded the opportunity to sleep inside at whatever party we were at), beckoning me to her with her finger.
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