Ten Years Gone — An Erotic Reunion (4 page)

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My sister was a bitch,” she said. “My sister remains a bitch. You were too good for her by an order of magnitude. You deserved better.” Then she kissed me again. I was aware suddenly of the faint taste of her sweet pussy still in my mouth as the salt tang of my own cum was slipped across to me on her tongue. I was already getting hard as she pulled away.

“
You deserve me,” she said. “I waited for you.”

The car had warmed up while she spoke, but Kim was still shivering as she pushed the passenger seat back, her hand in mine as she drew me over to her. I had to twist to get across the console, but the roomy front of the Lexus gave me plenty of space to kneel on the floor in front of her. Kim’s legs were spread, the red dress hiking up as she tugged at it. She had no underwear on, her pussy a dark tangle where the faint light from outside turned to shadow.

“
I waited for you,” she said. “Fuck me.”

Her smile came back as I pulled my pants down, popping a button in my haste. My cock was fully hard but still lengthening, Kim reaching for it, squeezing tight with one hand as she tore my shirt open, buttons flying. I leaned in to kiss her, and as I did, I felt her draw my erection toward her. The wet touch of her labia set a shiver through me like an electric shock.

“
Fuck me,” she whispered. I reached beneath her, grabbing two handfuls of her magnificent ass as I plunged inside her. She cried out with the reassuring exclamation of her pleasure as my cock filled her wet pussy to the hilt and I held there. I groaned as I felt myself throbbing inside her, feeling her lurch against me, trying to fuck me back, but she was pinned tight beneath me.

“
Fuck me,” Kim whispered. “Don’t make me wait any more…”

I kissed her deep, tasting the hunger inside her as I began to slowly pump.

As I worked my way in and out of her, she pulled what was left of my shirt off me, squirming to lift her dress over her head. Her bra was pulled askew by the effort, so I pulled my hands from her ass to help it the rest of the way. Unhooking it in the front, I discarded its smooth lace as Kim’s incredible breasts swung free. I bent close to clamp myself to them, her nipples rubbing against my chest as I picked up my pace.

I watched her expression, listened to her breathing as I alternated my depth inside her. I gave her a half-dozen short, fast strokes with just my head, leaving my foreskin and her labia clutching at each other like they were afraid to let go. Then a half-dozen deep thrusts opened her up completely, the look of astonishment in her wide-open eyes telling me it felt as good for her as it did for me. Then short again, then deep, pumping in and out of her in a rhythm that had her eyes and mouth open wide.

Naked and glistening with the sweat of our exertion, we ground against each other as the shadowed light at the windows washed across us. Not caring that we were in a public parking lot in the midst of two hundred other cars. Not caring that five hundred people stood inside the rec center whose doors were less than thirty yards away. Thinking only about the hunger in us, thinking only about how much time had been wasted while we found each other again. Thinking about how good it felt to fuck now, as horny as the teenagers neither of us had ever had the chance to be with each other.

The deeper I took her, the deeper Kim wanted it. She came the first time with her legs wrapped around my ass, then a second time with her feet at my shoulders as her thighs pressed back and let me hit bottom in her. I’d never been so hard before. I’d never seen my cock look so long before, pulling out all the way to see the look of hunger in her eyes before I plunged in again.

The third time she came, she was riding me, our positions switched. I was sitting on the slick-wet leather as she straddled me, the windows of the car totally fogged over with the exertion of our passion. The fourth time, she had turned to sit on me backwards, my cock curving up inside her wetness as she ground her ass against my legs and I cupped her tits from behind, sucking at the back of her neck while she moaned.

All that long night, I felt the chaos of change inside me as new memories replaced the old.

I remember Kim working me again with her mouth, tasting her own sweet pussy on me as she licked me top to bottom and back again. When she sucked me, my cock was so hard that she couldn’t get past my head, her eyes and her mouth open equally wide as she groaned.

I remember Kim bent over before me in the back seat, her legs tight together as I fucked her hard from behind.

I remember leaning back as she straddled and rode me again, her amazing tits bouncing in front of my mouth like the most luscious fruit.

I remember when I finally came, holding off for what seemed like forever by virtue of the intensity of my orgasm in the change-room just an hour before. I pulled out of Kim as I shot, spraying once more across those magnificent tits with a scream of absolute pleasure.

I remember us dressing amid tears and laughter, both of us spent and sore and kissing each other like it was our first time. I remember driving with Kim’s hand in my fly, stroking my semi-hard dick as we raced breathlessly back to the hotel. I remember trying to maintain some degree of composure as we walked in past the front desk, my jacket done up to hide the fact that my shirt had no buttons anymore, Kim’s luscious tits threatening to pop out of her dress because we’d had to use her bra and my underwear to clean the cum from us both.

I remember falling into the bed, the two of us just holding each other as we kissed for what seemed like forever. I remember eating Kim again. I remember stuffing my swollen cock into her mouth again. I remember fucking her over and over, until we fell asleep in each other’s arms, and she was the only dream I had that incredible night.

Now, the new dreams at the center of my life are things that need no revision, ten years after the reunion and nine years after the quiet wedding that’s been the foundation of every day Kim and I have spent together since.

The ceremony was small, just a few friends and family. And as has been the thankful case for every day and night and dream since the reunion, Mareta wasn’t there.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Sean Gerard Leah (though he more often works under a cleverly similar name) is a Boston-born, Seattle-based novelist, poet, journalist, and editor. With his wife Caelyn Alba, he is a founding partner of the erotic-lit publishing house Muse of Shadow.