As far back as 8th grade, I’d had a crush on Sarah, but for whatever reason, things never seemed to work out. I was 17 at the time, Sarah was 16, a year behind me. We’d always flirted with each other, but between boyfriends and girlfriends, things just never seemed to work out.
At the beginning of my senior year, Sarah and I reignited our flirtations by way of text, and we soon agreed to meet up and take a walk through the woods, which was a midway point between our houses. It was a warm late summers day, school had already started, and we held hands as we walked through the woods, making small talk. There was an obvious tension — most of our texts had been about how much we wanted to fuck — and it took little time before we found a spot to fool around in — aptly nicknamed ‘The Fuck Rock’. Saying little else, we began to make out, years of desire finally exposed. I slipped my hands up Sarah’s shirt as I leaned her up against the rock and began to fondle her small breasts. I would lift up her shirt, exposing her pink and white bra to suck on her puffy nipples. She merely closed her eyes, moaning softly. As I guided her hand to my crotch, she let me unbuckle the short-shorts she was wearing. I pulled them down, with it her underwear, easing her on to my finger. There we were, in the middle of the woods, Sarah gently riding my finger while she stroked me off. Soon enough, she dropped to her knees, pulling my rock hard cock out of my boxers, taking me in her mouth. However un-enthusiastic she may have been about sucking me off, she did it beautifully. I held the back of her head, guiding her back and forth and she all but deep-throated me. It took no time, and I quickly bust my load in her mouth, we she slurped down.
Sarah and I made this a routine over the course of that fall. While we never fucked, she did give a killer handjob.
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