So here's the final chapter in the story. I think I mentioned before, I originally called this "Love in the 80s," and it was a chapter in the Total Cyberslut series. Somehow it never quite seemed to fit there, but I hope it's finally found a home here.
Please take the time to let me know what you think, and visit my author's page at Amazon for more great stories. I don’t know what made her finally decide to give in and fuck me. We had both turned 18, and I think that might have been part of it. Or the fact that we’d been dating now for over a year. We still had arguments about whether or not to have sex, but for the time being I was reasonably content to go on eating her out and getting the occasional blowjob (one of the best nights of my life was the night she sucked me in the backseat of my car until I came in her mouth. She swallowed every drop). I was so surprised when it happened. We were at a basketball game, and she was all decked out in team colors, complete with cute white skirt that was about as long as the middle of her thigh. We’d been flirting all evening, even with our friends around. She’d whispered to me that if I would go under the bleachers she’d give me a show. She wasn’t lying. As soon as I got down there in the dark, she wriggled around so her skirt was up and he ass was plainly visible through the slats, a pair of tight pink panties, squeezed between the roundness of her bottom. Somehow, I still don’t know how, she managed to quickly bring a hand down to those panties and pull them aside so I could plainly see her pussy and ass, framed in the light of the arena against the dark beneath the stands. Eventually the show ended, but I couldn’t go back up right away because I was just too stiff, and while I was waiting for my hard on to subside suddenly she was there, next to me in the dark. She kissed me, her tongue so soft and wet against mine. She put her hand down, on my cock and rubbed it through the fabric of my jeans. All I could think was that she must really have gotten wound up somehow. Maybe showing off had been the thing that did it. I couldn’t have been more shocked, though, when her hands went to her waist and pulled her sweater up over her head. [I’m coming again now. I hope you fuck her. I’m still imagining it’s you, but now I’m thinking about you now, your 45 year old dick going in and out of me. It feels so good. Fuck her hard.] Before I could think, she had taken off her bra and dropped it beside her. Instinctively I moved closer to her, partly to touch her, but partly to shield her from the possibility she might be seen. She put a hand in my chest to keep me away. Then, as she kept her eyes locked on mine, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to a puddle at her feet. Quickly, maybe so she wouldn’t talk herself out of it, she grinned, put her fingers in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she lay down on the gym floor, her bare ass against the wooden floorboards, and crooked her finger at me. Looking up she used one foot to pry the shoe of the other and kicked it aside, using her other bare foot to take of the second shoe. I have no idea how she got her socks off. As I unzipped my own jeans and slid them down my legs, she put a finger to her lips, reminding me to stay quiet, as though I needed to be reminded. I was shaking I was so terrified, but that seemed to have no effect on my cock which was as hard as it had ever been. As the crowd cheered for a particularly spectacular play, I lay down on top of her, most of my clothes still on, but her naked skin so soft beneath me. The only thing I can remember seeing is the white of her body as she lay there, so pale she was visible even in the dark underneath the stands. My hard cock lay against her belly, my balls nestled against the lips of her cunt. I went to kiss her, but again she moved her head to the side just slightly and, whispered in my ear, “I want you to make love to me, Nick.” She took my cock firmly in her hand and made sure the head of it was right at her opening. Then she held me as I slowly entered her. She closed her eyes, as she often did when we were playing, and arched her hips towards me until I was all the way in. Then, very slowly we began to move, me pushing forward just as she did, and then moving out. I wanted to come so badly. To this day I don’t know how I didn’t during those first couple of thrusts. But the thing that made me come the most was when she came, and I held on, knowing my explosion would be far greater if I could make that happen. The crowd continued its intermittent cheers, as our rhythm became faster and faster. I was absolutely sure someone would hear. I kept thinking that if anyone were to catch us there’d be absolutely no way out of it. We were clearly fucking, but even if somehow we managed to stop quickly and pretend we were just making out, there she was on the floor, completely nude. We’d only be able to admit what we were up to and accept the punishment and humiliation that would certainly come. She was as good as her word about keeping quiet. Her breathing began to become heavier and heavier, but to her credit she never made a sound beyond what I was sure was the loudspeaker volume sound of the boards creaking beneath us. She stopped in mid-thrust in fact, holding me hard against her, and in that moment, all her muscles tense, I began to come as well, every bit of the sperm inside me shooting up into her warm wet cunt. We didn’t move for maybe a minute or two, both of us coming hard and feeling the other one come but too terrified to move an inch. Then, slowly we relaxed and I slid out of her, jizz still pumping out of my cock a little at a time. She stood up, and, almost shyly, began to dress herself again: her bra, her sweater, her shirt. She sat down on the floor and slid on her socks and shoes. I watched, waiting for her to slide her panties back up, a final tease now that she had satisfied me. Instead, she picked them lightly from the floor and put them in my hand. Then, bending to me, she kissed me lightly on the check, nuzzled her head on my shoulder, and whispered once more: “Stay here a little longer.” I did as she asked, standing there, basking in the glow of what had just happened and feeling more than a little lightheaded. When at last I looked back up, she had re-positioned herself in the stands, among our friends. She had managed to hike her skirt up again, and this time there was no need to move her panties aside, as they were in my hand. I stared up at the whiteness of her pussy, the tight little asshole, wisps of curly black hair. And as I stood there, looking up, I saw one small drop of my own come drop from her pussy to the hardwood floor in front of me. The End
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