Accidental Reunion

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Accidental Reunion
I love to sleep lately. I’ve been having just the most wonderful dreams. For someone who spent the first half of her life afraid to sleep, either because of nightmares or because of a fear of being murdered by her relatives, this is a big deal. For weeks now, I haven’t had a nightmare.

I’ve had some wonderful dreams, though. And, the oddest part is that they’ve been continuing from one night to the next and they feel real. The smells linger after I’ve woken up, the sensations of touch, the butterflies in the stomach feeling, just all of it lingers.

In my most recent dream I was walking down a street that I didn’t know, but I felt like I’d walked it a thousand times. I knew the shops along the way and cheerily smiled at some of the guys that caught my eye. I always end up in a lingerie shop, a giant smile plastered on my face like I just can’t fucking help but be ecstatically happy.

That’s not me. I might smirk, I might even grin, but a constant smile is just not my thing. In the dream it feels natural as can be. I’m always wearing clothes that aren’t me as well. Normally I’m a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, but in the dreams I’m wearing cute dresses and skirts and I don’t feel self conscious in them, I feel like I fit, like I belong, like I’m pretty.

In the dreams I have a very extroverted nature, I talk to people, I laugh, I enjoy their company. In real life, groups of people overwhelm me. I feel threatened and tiny and weak around them. I am extremely introverted to the point of maybe being a little reclusive.

The dream gave me courage. So I did the thing. I got dressed up in a cute red dress and jean jacket. I fixed my hair and makeup, wore the cute wedges I bought five years ago but never had a reason to wear, and I went to a nearby town I’d never been to before and walked down an unfamiliar street.

It felt amazing to be bold right up until I saw someone I had a crush on in high school and ducked into a shop in a near-panic. What the actual fuck? I hadn’t seen anyone I knew in years and now randomly the boy I had the hugest crush on but treated me like shit is walking down the street, looking around like he’s lost? Then the unthinkable happened and he came into the shop I decided to hide in.

I started rummaging around, pretending I knew exactly what I was doing and what I was looking for and he went up to the counter to ask the sales clerk a question. I glanced around and realized the shop I wandered into was a lingerie shop. Again, what the actual fuck?

I was starting to feel like the cosmos was lining up to ensure utter and complete humiliation for me. What karmic wrong I’d committed to deserve that, I had no idea. I kept my head down most of the time, but made the fatal mistake of looking up when I felt someone standing next to me.

He was looking over the same table as me, and when I lifted my head he glanced in my direction with a courteous smile. I quickly looked back to the table and heard him take a deep breath, “Linds?” he said.

I looked back up, “Hi, G,” I said, trying to maintain the cool demeanor I had in my dream.

“I nearly didn’t recognize you!”

“Well, it’s been what? 10, 12 years? What brings you up to my neck of the woods?” my voice wavered as my ability to maintain the cool extroverted demeanor was wearing thin.

“Work. I’m on assignment for a few weeks,” he was blushing brightly as he quickly dropped the bright green thong he’d been holding since he first noticed me.

“Oh? What’s the assignment?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“I-I teach a…um…sexual harassment seminar for corporate employees,” beads of sweat were gathering on his forehead.

In high school Garrett had been the suave playboy that picked on me whenever I crossed his path. To see him nervous was kind of reassuring. I arched my eyebrow, “You’re…”

He interrupted, “I know…I know, I’ve changed a lot since school. I grew up. I was a huge dick to you and so many other girls in our school. It took a while, but I finally saw what I was doing and wised up. I’m just…sorry for any grief I ever caused you.”

My eyebrow arched higher than I even thought possible, “I was going to say ‘You’re buying a gift for your girlfriend or wife or something?’ But thank-you for that long overdue apology.”

He shook his head, “Uhh, no, I uhh, I was actually buying things for a manikin I use in my seminar. My last group gave me some feedback that I should showcase two very different styles of clothing and stress that choice of clothing or underwear is not an invitation for harassment. I thought it was a valid point, so I got another manikin and now I have to dress her in workplace appropriate but still enticing underwear.”

I felt the slightest surge in confidence as I looked him over and noticed how nervous he seemed. He was looking me over, though I wasn’t certain if it was out of curiosity or regret for how he treated me in school. His eyes finally settled back on my face and he blushed, realizing he’d been caught checking me out so blatantly.

“What about you? What are you…Well, I guess that’s an inappropriate question. You’re a woman in a lingerie shop and that’s the only reason you need…” he tripped over his words as he became impossibly red.

I shook my head, “It’s not inappropriate at all. I asked you, it’s only fair you ask me. I have a date tonight and wanted to find something a bit more fun,” I lied, but it was a lie masked with a bright smile.

He nodded, “So, you’re seeing someone then?”

I shrugged, “The dates not until tonight and I have no idea how it will go, so yes and no.”

He chuckled slightly and brought his hand up to his mouth, covering his face partially, clearly trying to regain his composure. I tilted my head slightly and looked him over, “You’re a guy, maybe you can help me pick something that might entice my date just a little.”

The corner of his lip ticked upwards but he quickly corrected it to a more neutral expression, “Are you fucking with me?” he asked.

I crinkled my nose, “Yes, I’m totally fucking with you by asking you to help me figure out what a guy likes in lingerie. How could I possibly turn that into a negative for you?” I asked.
“It could definitely have some negative effects on me…” he said as he ran his hand through his hair.

Pretty sure he meant he would be imagining me in the options and might develop a need for relief. Which came to mind, but I also just wanted to see how he reacted to the request. The extent of my lingerie drawer was various colors of little lacy things.

I looked him over, “I guess you have to decide if it’s worth it or not, but it would go a long way toward making up for how you treated me in school.”

He glanced at the random assortment of panties on the table in front of us, “Well, you’re never going to impress him with basic stuff like this. I’m assuming the impressing is meant to happen after the date rather than during the date?” He asked.

I shrugged, “Either or.”

“Well where is the date going to be?”

“This little Italian place over on Fifth. They have these really cozy booths along a back wall, tall dividers, fairly private,” I said with a smile.

“And what are you going to wear?” he asked.

“Well, I have this nice little pink dress, structured bodice, flowy skirt, long sleeves, or I have the classic little black dress, which hits just about mid thigh, has a nice tight silhouette, and a halter top neck that ties in the back. I’m leaning towards the black dress. The pink one has buttons going down the back, the black zips at the hip so it’ll be much easier to pull off at the end of the night,” I stepped a little closer to him and reached past him to a pair of frilly bikini bottoms, “What do you think?” I asked as I held them up to my hips.

He was staring at the panties and shook his head, “I think you can do better than that. And the black dress sounds perfectly enticing for the date.”

He took my hand and led me around the shop. I really don’t know where this confidence was coming from, but he was responding fairly well to it. Inside I was flipping the fuck out and trying to tell myself to back down, but this tiny little part of me was enjoying it. ‘Nah, we’re gonna enjoy blue-balling him,’ went through my head as he showed me some things he thought I would look nice in.

I had about four options in my hand and I was looking back and forth between each one. He was biting his lip, one hand in his pocket and the other was balled into a slight fist. He turned and prepared to leave and I decided to go for the kill to see how into this he was.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Well, my job here is done, so I should get to another shop and leave you be…”

I cut him off, “You’re not going to wait for me to try them on to see which looks best?”

“I what now?” he asked as turned his head back to me.

I held up the lingerie he’d picked out, “They look great on the hanger, but that doesn’t mean they’ll look great on me. I could still use your eye in whittling it down to one look.”

I reached my hand out to him, his jaw was hanging open just slightly as he looked at it. He was extremely hesitant to take it, “You’ve changed since high school,” he said.

I nodded, “Well, given how you treated me, I imagine that could only be a good thing.”

“No…well, I mean, yeah, but no, that’s not why. Like I said, I was an immature dick to you. I was more interested in showcasing an image I was supposed to maintain than being a decent human being…You’ve changed in that you…you wouldn’t even wear a swimsuit in the pool because you thought it was immodest.”

I laughed, “Actually, I wouldn’t wear a swimsuit in the pool because you and a few of your friend made me feel like a hideous troll. I wasn’t who I seemed to be in school, and I suppose you weren’t either.”

He looked me in the eye and seemed to digest what I said, “You look exactly the same as you did in high school…” he trailed off and I pulled my hand back and scowled. He quickly re-stated what he meant, “No, I was a dick, you look amazing, that did not come out the way I intended it to.”

He scrambled and tripped over his words as he tried to redeem himself, “I just mean I was an idiot in school and couldn’t see anything I wasn’t told to see. You had red hair, a pale complexion, you had a smaller chest, and you were taller and much less available than the other girls. My dad drilled into my head from a very young age that anything less than a short, tan, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, big chested and subservient girl was just a waste of time. I didn’t snap out of that mindset until I was nearly out of college. I don’t think I ever really saw you outside of my dad’s view of life.”

My confidence wavered slightly, but I regained my gumption as I held my hand back out to him, “Then you’ll come back and see what they look like on me?” I asked with just the slightest pout.

He nodded, “Yeah, if you’re okay with it, definitely.”

I smiled and led him back towards the changing room, the sales clerk said if I wanted him to see the outfits, I either had to let him stay in the changing room with me or come out into the main area because guys weren’t allowed to wait outside of their rooms. She smirked when I led him towards the changing room and yelled, “If you fuck in the clothes you have to buy them, and don’t leave any evidence of it behind.”

Well, apparently that happened a lot there and I was suddenly a little skeeved out to change in there. I looked güvenilir bahis şirketleri back and wagged my finger at him, “Don’t get any ideas off of that,” I laughed.

He shook his head, “It didn’t even linger on my mind.”

I made him stand in the dressing room facing a corner, the door and three walls had mirrors on them, the corners were the only mirror free spots. I took my clothes off and put them on a bench then started trying on the first…well it wasn’t really an outfit, so the first ensemble is what I’ll say.

It was quite pretty actually. It was a pale pink strapless bustier with gunmetal grommets and dark grey accents tied with pink ribbons. The panties matched the top mostly, they were a silky dark grey boy-short style with a pink ribbon lacing up each side of my hip. A pink garter belt and dark grey stockings. This would look amazing under the pink dress I owned, but looking in the mirror I didn’t think this was the one to go with my black halter top dress.

“Okay, you can turn around now, G,” I said with just the slightest waver to my voice.

He turned and smiled as he looked me over, “That looks absolutely lovely on you. Turn around so I can see the whole thing?” he asked, nearly pleading with me.

I did, and his smile grew almost as much as the increasingly obvious bulge in his pants. I looked him in the eye and tilted my head slightly, “So, is this the one for my black dress?” I asked.

He shook his head, “No, I don’t think so. Unless it’s a dark grey dress I don’t think the stockings will be quite right and pink stockings might give away too much of what’s underneath.”

He was actually putting effort into this, I was impressed, but I was also pretty sure he was going to drag it out until he’d seen me in all four ensembles. I lifted my hand and twirled my finger, giving him the indication that he had to turn around again. He looked me over again and sighed, but turned around.

I took that one off and put on the next one, it was a red and black halter-style bodysuit, hugging and clinging to every curve. I put the black stockings and red garter belt on and looked myself over in the mirror, “Oh…” I hadn’t realized it was as exposing as it was. Super sheer red lace covered my breasts and black silk framed my ribs and torso with cut outs just above my hips and the sheer red lace lined my crotch. I note that it lined it because this thing was crotch-less and I hadn’t noticed. Luckily if I kept my legs together tightly you couldn’t really tell, but as soon as I moved, my crotch may as well have been on full display.

“Is that a bad reaction?” he asked, becoming super curious about which one I’d tried on next.

“Not necessarily, you can turn around and look,” I had my arms crossed over my breasts and my legs tightly closed to the point I was standing rather awkwardly.

He smirked a little, “I can’t effectively give you my opinion if I can’t see it properly,” he teased.

I nodded, “I know, just…turn back around and give me your phone.”

He arched his eyebrow but reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone. He handed it to me as he turned back around. I stood facing the mirror and took a photo from the front and one from the back. I had my arm over my breasts and my hand stretched out with his phone, “Okay, you can turn back around again.”

He turned back to face me and looked me over, “You didn’t change anything.”

I shook my head, “take your phone and look at the pictures. Pictures are a little less real.”

He looked at the pictures and he looked just slightly disappointed. I was a little surprised, I genuinely thought he would get excited about having pictures of me in one of the outfits given how he’d been acting.

He lifted his eyes to me, “You covered your face.”

I nodded, “Well, yeah, I’m kind of exposed there.”

He looked me up and down in the outfit, “Will you show me what it looks like on you, with your face visible?” He clicked his phone a few times and I was surprised to see him delete the pictures.

The real me kind of shone through this outfit, and not just physically. I felt really open and exposed and vulnerable in it. But, I slowly dropped my arms to my sides and bit my lip as he looked me over.

“Can you turn around?” he asked.

I shook my head, “You can walk around me?”

He smiled, “You didn’t notice the…”

“No, no I did not. Are any of the others crotch-less?” I asked, slightly mortified.

He walked around me in the cramped room and nearly brushed against me as he passed me, “No, this was the only one with that particular feature. How do you think this would feel under your dress?” he asked.

I shrugged, “I think it would be fine under the dress. No one could see my crotch and nipples on full display under another outfit, and once I’m alone and undressing anyway, there’s not much point in being modest, right?”

He nodded and stopped in front of me. His hand reached out and fixed the red lace at the front, “Will this show with the cut of the dress?” he asked.

I shook my head, “I have body tape meant to hold questionably exposing items in place. I could tape it to me so it doesn’t show.”

He smiled and pulled his hand away, “This may just be the winner, but should we check the other two for certainty?” he asked, his eyes focused on mine, which sort of amazed me given how exposed I was.

I nodded and he turned back around to face his corner.

I took that one off and put on the next one. It was a deep aubergine leather corset with, well basically a small patch of black silk fabric, a black string between my legs, and two more strings on either hip tying into a bow. The corset had stocking clasps at the end of it, and they held up pair of lace topped black stockings.

I tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around to face me. He put his hand up to his lips, trying to cover the smile lingering as he looked me over. The corset was loose, so I turned around and looked back at him as I pulled my hair over my shoulder, “Can you tighten it and tie it for me?”

His jaw dropped slightly but he stood up a little straighter and I watched him approach me in the mirror on the wall I was leaning against. He grabbed the tie in the back and pulled it tightly. I glanced over my shoulder at him, “You have to start at the bottom and pull the laces tighter all the way to the top, then you can tighten the top and tie off the laces.”

He hesitated but pulled the lace tightly enough that I lost my balance for a second. “I’m so sorry,” he said as he pulled the next one more gently.

I shook my head, “No, you have to pull it that tightly, I just didn’t expect you to do it right on the first try.”

He stepped a little closer to me and pulled the laces tightly with one hand and kept the other on my hip to steady me with each pull. I was smirking as I saw his reflection look in the mirror at me, he blushed as he realized I was doing the same with him and he quickly looked away and tied off the laces at the back.

I turned back around. I was standing right against him as I looked up at him, “So what do you think?” I asked.

He furrowed his brow, “It’s not very practical to need a second person to get you into it, no?”

I shrugged, “I have a neighbor that would help.”

The slightest pout came over him, “It definitely looks nice on you, but is the dress tight enough that it will show the metal belting on the front?” His hand trailed over the belts going from side to side across my stomach and just under my breasts.

I smiled, “It might be, but I do like the way this one feels on me.”

I held my hand up and twirled my finger and he hesitantly turned back around to his corner. I pulled off the corset, which had a lovely zipper down the front, so I could potentially get it back on by myself, but it’s much easier to just retie the laces every time than to try and squish into it once it’s tightened. Then I put on the last outfit.

It was a bit of the wildcard. A flowy white lace halter-style baby-doll top and simple white silk bikini bottoms. This one had the same nipple bearing issue the red one had, only my dark pink nipples were much more obvious under the white top than the red. I tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around.

He smiled as he looked me over and I spun around, giving the baby-doll style enough air to lift it into a twirl as I spun. He reached his hand out and grabbed my shoulder to stop me from spinning around. He smiled at me and I tilted my head.

“You don’t have a date tonight, do you?” he asked.

I nodded, “I do.”

“Why let a virtual stranger who treated you like crap help you pick out something this revealing. You’re just fucking with me, right?”

I shook my head, “You always had an eye for what was attractive.”
“So who’s the date with?” he asked.

I smirked, “I’ll just buy all of them, I guess.” I twirled my finger and he shook his head.

“No,” he smirked right back at me, crossing his arms over his chest and standing defiantly in front of me.

I called his bluff and started to pull the panties off. He looked away for a minute, but then looked right back at me. I pulled off the top and grabbed my clothes and started putting them back on. He sighed and watched me get dressed. I put on my panties, then my socks and my bra. Then he grabbed me and kissed me as he pressed me against the mirrored back wall.

It caught me by surprise, but I kissed back as soon as the shock of it wore off. He gripped my hips tightly as he pulled his lips from mine, “Skip your date?” he asked with the slightest stutter of hesitation.

I looked him in the eye and smiled, “Let me get dressed and go buy these things. I already put my number in your phone.” I handed him my phone from the bench it was still sitting on, “Give me your number and then I’ll see you tonight at 8, yeah?”

He nodded, a giant smile on his lips, “Where?”

“The little Italian place over on fifth,” I said.

“Won’t you run into your date there?” he asked as he quickly typed his info into my phone.

I tilted my head just slightly, “You are the date.”

“So you were just fucking with me?”

“In a way, I suppose. It started as fucking with you, but then I thought why not ask you out at the end of it.”

“If I’m the date, can’t we just go somewhere now?” he pleaded.

I shook my head, “No. I kind of want you to suffer just a little bit. If you’d like, we can hang out until I need to get ready for tonight, but if we do that,” I stepped towards him slightly and kissed him again before continuing, “you’re going to get teased for the duration and you’re not going to get any relief until tonight.”

I ran my thumb over his lip, his hands were still on my hips but I pulled out of his grip just slightly, “However, if you submit to my teasing with no relief for the rest of the afternoon and through our date,” I looked up with a coy smile, “then tonight I will submit to you in any way you want.”

“What happens if I get relief before then?” he asked.

“Absolutely nothing. We part ways and then maybe meet back up at our 10-year reunion. Maybe you’ll get another chance,” I said.

He looked me over, “What’s your goal in this?” He was clearly becoming a little suspicious that I wasn’t going to keep up my end of the deal, but, while this started entirely as a cock-tease, that kiss was something else. I was definitely willing to follow through.

I grabbed my dress and pulled it up over my hips and then up onto my shoulders. As I was pulling up the zipper going down the perabet güvenilir mi front I looked him in the eye, “I want proof you’ve changed. If you can hold out, I’ll believe your apology was genuine and wasn’t just an ‘Oh shit I didn’t expect to run into her here and don’t want her to tell anyone I was shopping for lingerie for a manikin’ kind of reaction.”

He half-chuckled, “I deserve that.”

I nodded, “Yes, you do. Now, I’m going to go buy these things and you’re going to go wait outside by the front door. If you’re there, I know the game is on. If you’re not, it was nice seeing you again.”

He smiled and left the changing room as I gathered the lingerie he’d picked out. I really did buy all of it. If I didn’t wear it for him, I’d wear it for myself at some point his reaction to me wearing them definitely left me with a confidence boost.

I paid the shopkeeper and she gave me this knowing smile, but nothing really happened in the dressing room. Heading out the front door, I was relieved when I saw G standing by the front window just past the door. I smiled and handed him my bag, “I guess the game is on.”

He stood there quietly and waited to follow my lead. We had a great afternoon, mostly of me shopping and him carrying my bags, but he did get to go into a few more dressing rooms with me. As the day wore on I became much less insecure and much more self-aware. He zipped dresses up for me and sought out excuses to touch me as he did. I sat on his lap more than a few times just because I could, and I also kissed him and caressed his cock through his pants on more than a few occasions.

By the time 6 P.M. rolled around he seemed like he was almost in pain every time I moved away from him. He went back to the place where he was staying, and I went back to my apartment to get ready. I still wasn’t 100% on which thing to wear. I was kind of torn between the red and black bodysuit and the white baby-doll and panty set.

I was ready by 7 then we went to where he was staying so he could get ready. Dinner was largely uneventful. We sat next to each other in a small rounded booth in a corner. His hand repeatedly tried to get under my dress and I kept putting it back on the table, with a finger wag of disapproval. He still had to behave for just a little while longer.

“So, how torturous has this been?” I teased with a smile.

He pouted slightly, “I’m definitely not used to being rejected and teased without any payoff for such a long time.”

“Do you wanna guess which set of lingerie I ended up wearing?”

He looked me over and I posed slightly with my chest pushed out and my shoulders back, near perfect posture. There was an ample amount of cleavage exposed and he smirked just a bit.

“You’re wearing the crotch-less bodysuit, aren’t you?” he asked.

I shrugged, “You’ll find out I guess. I suppose our dessert isn’t on this menu, so let’s get the check and head home?”

He nodded and caught the attention of our waitress. I was impressed, he didn’t snap his fingers towards her or make himself seem more important than her. He called her by her name as she walked by and when she looked towards us he asked her to bring the check whenever she got a chance. In high school, I was the waitress and he treated me like a servant. Whether he remembered that or not, I don’t know. But it had always mattered to me how my date interacted with waitstaff and ultimately how well they tipped the waitstaff. Human decency mattered to me.

We had agreed earlier that I would pay the bill and he would tip the waiter or waitress, mostly because I had asked him out and not the other way around, partly because I wanted to see how he would tip in that situation. We were at the restaurant for not quite an hour and a half. It was a pretty upscale place, but not unreasonably expensive. Our bill ended up being $85, he left $35 for a tip. Again, I was impressed.

We walked out to the car and he jumped in front of me as I started to open the door to the driver’s side of the car, “Let me drive?” he asked as he held his hand out for the key.

I obliged and submitted to his first request of me. He ran over and opened the passenger door and I got in. When he got in he turned and looked at me with the most dastardly smile, “Your place or mine?” he asked.

I half-smirked, “It’s your call now.”

He smiled and started up the car and pulled out. He drove us back to my house and parked at the curb. Before we got out he took my hand and pulled me over to him and kissed me, his eye on the front door as if watching for someone to open it. I turned away from him and looked too, “What are you looking for?” I asked as I turned back to him.

“I don’t know. I suppose I expected your dad to come to the door and whisk you inside while threatening me. Felt a little like we were back in school.”

I laughed, “Thankfully we’re both fully grown up now and don’t have to worry about threatening dads.”

We laughed as we went up the walkway and he finally got his hand under my dress as he gripped my ass while we walked, “So how much submitting are we talking about?” he asked as I locked the door behind us.

I turned and smiled, “You don’t get to be degrading to me. No humiliating me. If I want you to stop, I’ll say Bennett High. Otherwise, for the rest of the night, I’m yours to command and use as you please, sir,” I said with a curtsy and a sly smile.

“So if I say I want you to strip for me?” he asked as he led me into the living room.

I motioned to the radio, “Pick a song.”

He nearly ran over to my radio and found the song he wanted to play. A song that was popular while we were in school, “Dirty Little Secret” by All American Rejects. Cheesy, but appropriate considering it was our senior song.

I guided him to sit in the oversized chair in front of the fireplace and started dancing for him. I untied the neck of my dress and turned my back to him and leaned back against his chest, keeping my butt just above his crotch. I wrapped my arm behind his neck and lowered myself just enough to rub against him in tune with the song. To my surprise he started singing along with the song and I laughed, completely ruining the sultry thing I was trying to do with the dance.

He was actually a good singer and knew all of the fucking lyrics. He stood back up and pushed me up to my feet and started dancing with me as he sang to me. I commenced with the stripping, pulling the neck of my dress down just enough to reveal the white baby-doll top. His hands started touching me and his singing became more staggered as he kissed my neck, my jaw, and then my earlobe.

I unzipped the dress and wiggled my hips until it slid off of me into a soft black puddle on the floor. I could feel the bulge of his cock through the thin silky panties and turned around to face him as the song ended. He had a huge smile on his face as he kissed me and rubbed his hands over my hips and Queen’s “A Kind of Magic” came on.

“Am I your dirty little secret?” I asked as I kissed him.

He shook his head, “No, but I kinda want to be yours, and you didn’t finish stripping for me.”

I nodded, “You kinda distracted me by singing and dancing with me.”

His smile grew and he put his hand on the back of my neck and rubbed it up and down gently, “That’s okay, you look angelic with that on and I kinda want to see you suck my cock before you take it off.”

I started unbuttoning his shirt and kissed my way down his chest as he rubbed the back of my neck and restrained himself from pushing me to my knees. I kissed his stomach just above his waistband and looked up at him as I unfastened his jeans and pulled them down his hips and then tugged his boxers down slightly with my teeth. I could feel the tension in his hand as he tried very hard to not rush things and to let me continue to tease. He might deny it later, but I think he really liked the teasing.

I pulled his boxers down and kissed his hips and across his stomach. I kissed the base of his shaft, and held him in my hand as kissed my way to the tip of him. My eyes were focused on him and I smiled as I watched him bite his lower lip as I teased. His grip on the back of my neck tightened slightly as I parted my lips dragged my tongue over the head of his cock, he closed his eyes and sighed heavily. When he opened his eyes back up and looked at me, I took the head of his cock between my lips, maintaining eye contact as I gradually worked him deeper along my tongue. He was fairly thick and long, a mid-range dick, not tiny but not painfully large either.

A few bobs up and down on his cock and it was coated in my saliva and his precum. A few more and he groaned and pulled my hair as the head of his cock slipped into the tightness of my throat. I’d completely lost my gag reflex ages ago, but I could still control the muscles of my throat enough to mimic that tightening gag that let a guy believe his dick was the biggest and best you’d had.

My eyes watered and he looked euphoric as he looked down at me and saw just an inch or so of his shaft not past my lips. He grabbed the back of my neck tighter and pulled me the last little bit down his cock. My mouth watered and he pulled his cock from my throat. I gasped and took a few deep breaths, my spit coated his cock and he groaned softly as he rubbed the tip of his cock against my lips.

“Do you like my cock, Linds?” he asked as he grabbed my jaw and pushed the head of his cock past my lips again.

I nodded slightly, but once his cock was back in my mouth, I started bobbing my lips on his cock, tightening them and sucking on him, my tongue flat against the underside of his cock and the tip of my tongue pointed and dragged up his balls as I went down deep on him again. My hands were on his hips, squeezing him as I moved.

I pulled my lips from his cock again and stroked him with my hand as I gently licked and sucked on his balls. He was smiling at me and I let him pull my head back by my hair and slowly slide his dick in and out of my mouth. I rubbed his balls and rubbed my finger back and forth across the bit of flesh between his ballsack and ass. He let me have control again and I guided him back to the chair he had been sitting in before and knelt over him, bobbing my head up and down on his cock and holding his dick steady as he grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled me down roughly, warm ropes of cum coated my tongue as I pulled myself back up off of him. He was smiling and I pushed my hair out of my face and opened my mouth to show him I hadn’t yet swallowed the cum he’d given me yet. I was waiting for permission.

He rubbed my jaw and down along my neck. He looked at my parted lips, the creamy fluid was threatening to spill over them, “Do you like it?” he asked.

I nodded slightly and closed my lips to keep it contained.

“Do you want to swallow it?” he asked.

I nodded and batted my eyes towards him, unable to talk.

He ran his thumb over my lower lip and smiled, “I think I want to eat you out first. Let’s see how long you can keep it in your mouth without swallowing it.”

I whined slightly, thinking that was definitely not fair, but he just smiled and guided me to the chair as he slid off of it. He ran his hand over my breasts and down my stomach as he looked at me. I was trying hard not to smirk, smirking would lead to leakage, leakage may lead to laughter and laughter would definitely lead to swallowing.

He pulled my thighs and positioned my tipobet butt just off of the edge of the chair and moved my feet up onto the edge. It was an awkward way to balance, but between that and his cum in my mouth, I had no space left for insecurity or self doubt as he started rubbing me through the silky panties. He went painfully slow about it, pressing the fabric between my pussy lips and against my wetness. He kissed and sucked gently on my labia as the silk covered only what my flesh normally hid.

His tongue slipped beneath the fabric, and just barely teased its way up to my clit. He kissed his way up my body, stopping at my breasts to suck on and lick my nipples through the soft lace fabric. Most guys would move the fabric aside and just go for the flesh, but the sensory difference was fairly exciting. I watched him kiss over my breasts and up along my clavicle. He bit and lapped at my neck and his hand slid quietly down my stomach, under the waistband of my panties and over my pubis.

He kissed his way up my ear and I could feel him smile as I squirmed, his fingertips toying with my clit, down to my slit and back up again as his lips and tongue explored my neck for my most sensitive areas. His breath was warm against my ear and his voice was barely more than a whisper as his middle finger slid into my pussy, “Well you’re certainly ready. Seeing you in that shop today was absolutely terrifying to me. The fantasies I’ve had of you…” his index finger joined his middle finger inside of me as his thumb rubbed back and forth across my clit. He curved his fingers forward and rubbed them against the inside of my vaginal wall, pushing gently until he found the spot that made my hips tip towards his hand. He groaned in my ear slightly as he felt me tighten against his fingers, “I can’t even begin to tell you how many times my leaving class to head to the bathroom was just so I could rub one out while thinking about getting my lips on your snatch. All the shit I gave you because I was too fucking scared to disappoint my dad and needed to make you off limits to myself.”

My breath quickened, breasts rising and falling with the shallow breaths I was taking as he started fingering me quickly and roughly, putting pressure against that upper vaginal wall as I squirmed towards his hand.

His kisses were still soft and slow, in complete contrast with the movement of his hands inside of my pussy. I wanted so badly to scream, but the thick load still resting on my tongue prevented it. Instead, I whined and arched my back as he kissed his way back down my body. His lips closed around my swollen clit and his tongue darted back and forth across the sensitive bit of flesh as his fingers slowed but rubbed more forcefully against my vaginal wall.

I was near tears. My hands gripped the back of the chair and my back arched to the point my butt was no longer on the chair. If I could’ve opened my mouth, I’d have been gasping and panting. As it was, all I could do was let the orgasm cascade through my body. He casually licked at my pussy as I fell back into the chair, licking the creamy fluid and spreading it all along my inner lips, clit and cunt.

Before the orgasm subsided, he got me up in the chair and onto my knees. My panties were wet from his saliva almost as much as from my own pussy drippings. He slid them off of my ass, leaving them resting at my knees on the chair then kissed my upper back as he rubbed his hands over my hips and gripped my inner thighs. I turned to look at him but he put my hands up onto the back of the chair and gently turned my head back to face forward.

The crisp bite of his teeth on my shoulder mixed with the gentle way his fingers rubbed my clit made me shudder. I was barely keeping myself aware of the cum in my mouth as I felt him push the head of his cock against my cunt. It took a few gentle pokes to get me opened enough to take him into me. I smiled as his slow strokes coated his cock in my fluids. I again turned to look at him and he was smiling, eyebrow raised as he made a sharp thrust into me.

My fingers clenched the back of the chair and I closed my eyes as his thrusts became deep and powerful. His hands left my pussy and gripped my hips, pulling me back to meet him. I tilted my hips slightly and he groaned with a slight chuckle as he slipped just a little deeper into me. He looked me in the eye and stepped closer to me, almost kneeling on the edge of the chair between my legs. “Will it upset you if I fuck you hard enough to break your chair?”

I shook my head.

His thrusts became borderline violent, nearly toppling us both in the chair a few times. I dug my knees into the cushion under us and braced my hands on the back of the chair and he very nearly did make me break the chair. As it was we ended up moving the chair a good four or five feet to be flush against the mantle of the fireplace. Once the chair wasn’t moving with us anymore, he moved his hand back down to my pussy and rubbed from my pubis down to my clit.

I ached for release and tears streamed down my cheeks as I fought the urge to swallow his cum and scream in pleasure. Then he cheated. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back roughly as thick cock rammed deep and hard into my cunt. I moaned and whined with my lips still closed around his cum.

He was breathing heavily, grunting with each thrust and clearly on the verge of cumming himself. He growled as he pulled my hair harder, his lips brushing over my ear, “Are you going to cum on my cock this time? Tighten that little pussy around me and milk me into your womb?”

My legs trembled and my arms got weak, causing me to fall against the chair. My pussy tightened and released in rhythm and he groaned with a couple more thrusts before he pulled my hip tightly against him and held me there, pumping his load deep inside of me.

His hands moved quickly, lifting my top up and pulling me back so he could take it completely off of me. I was breathing heavily and he took great pleasure in running his hands over my flesh. My makeup was smeared and my pussy leaked with a mixture of our cum as he pulled free of me and turned my face towards him.

“Show me,” he said.

I parted my lips and showed him the load I still held. He smiled and nodded then kissed my lower lip, “Now swallow.”

I did as I was told and couldn’t help but smile as I looked him in the eye, “You didn’t break my chair.”

He nodded, “It’s a lot sturdier than it looks. I think we loosened the back though.”

I slid off the chair and knelt in front of him before looking up at him, “I could clean you up?” I asked with a slight pout.

He arched his eyebrow as he looked down at me, “Well aren’t you just insatiable.”

I nodded, “You have no idea.” I took his cock between my lips and cleaned him of the sticky cum that coated him. He stroked my hair and tugged it gently when I started to move a little faster.

“Jesus, Linds, you’re gonna break me,” he whispered as I looked up at him, his cock hardening in my mouth, though struggling slightly.

I shrugged and pulled my lips from his cock, “You saying you don’t want me to make those high school fantasies come true?” I pouted at him slightly.

He rolled his eyes with a smile and pulled me back to him, “You already surpassed my wildest high school fantasy. I was not an imaginative teenager, getting you on your back with bare breasts and spread pussy was as far as my fantasies got.”

I started to pull his cock from my mouth again but he held me there and genuinely gagged me a little as he pushed my head down on him unexpectedly, “Nuh uh, get me nice and hard you beautiful little slut. I want to hear you beg me to cum in your pussy this time.”

I bobbed my head up and down, my tongue flattened along the base of his cock, lifting it towards the roof of my mouth and putting just enough pressure on him so I could feel him hardening. It took a while and my jaw was getting sore, but he managed another solid erection. When I pulled my mouth from him he grabbed my thighs and picked me up like I was nothing and lowered my cunt down onto his cock with ease.

I rested my arms on his shoulders and rocked my hips as he held me up. His cock slid in and out of me as I shifted just slightly. He smiled as he looked at me. I was biting my lower lip and leaned forward to kiss him. He shifted his grip on me, one hand supported my ass as I locked my legs around his waist, and his other hand went to the back of my neck to brace me in a more upright position.

His lips locked on mine and we each moaned as I moved just enough for each of us to feel pleasure without either hurting him or myself. He became a little impatient, my slow and steady fucking was more tease than release. He carried me down the hall, my hips still rocking and sliding over his hard cock, and took me into my bedroom.

He positioned a few pillows behind me and I unlocked my ankles and let him lay me on the bed with my hips lifted fairly high up. He didn’t even hesitate. His dick was in me to the hilt in one quick, hard thrust. I yelped and squirmed under him. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed, bucking his hips into me again as I writhed and moaned beneath him.

His grip on my wrists tightened and his hips moved harder against me. He leaned down and kissed me then moved his lips to my ear again and whispered, “Your body is better than I ever imagined it could be in school.”

I twisted my hips and arched my back, moaning as he pinned me to my bed and bucked his hips, forcing his cock deeply into me again and again. Every thrust made my tits bounce with the force and made my breath catch in my throat. But I managed to smile and pout and push my hips towards him as he pushed into me again.

I looked him in the eye and bit my lower lip, tears rolled down from the very outer corners of my eyes, “Please, Garrett, please don’t cum in me.” I yelped as he thrust deep into me, a slight look of horror on his face as he looked at me. I tilted my head back and lifted my hips to him, “Please don’t,” I moaned and lifted myself to him as his pace quickened, “ohh, please don’t force me to take your hot, sticky load in my unprotected pussy.”

He seemed to catch on to my game and the horror on his face faded to a smirk, “Look at how you’re squirming on my cock, though. Looks to me like your pussy is aching for me to make you a mommy. Are you sure you don’t want it deep in your cunt?”

I pouted and whined but made no effort to stop the game or stop gliding my hips towards his thrusting cock, “No, please don’t everyone at school will call me a whore if I get pregnant.”

He fucked me harder and I ran my hands down my body, squeezing my breasts and rubbing my own clit as he smiled at me, “It’s okay. I’ll just make sure they know that you’re only my whore. Maybe we can fuck in front of my friends so I can show them just how you like to be used. Maybe I’ll even let them cum on your pretty face and…” he groaned and squeezed my hip as he fucked me a little harder and faster.

I was near cumming and he knew it. He strained and held back until he felt me release then he pulled his cock out of me and quickly stroked himself off, a thick load splashed my lips and cheek, but most of it fell along my breasts and stomach. He wiped his cock on my pussy and glared at me just a little, “You cheeky little thing, making me think about that option instead.”

I smiled and licked his cum from my lip before I sat up on my elbows, “I had no control over what you said and made yourself think, you did that all on your own.”

He grumbled, “Are you really, you know, unprotected?”

I lifted my eyebrows and smiled, “Guess you’ll have to find out at our next reunion, huh?”

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