December evening, 1981. Her family home stood quiet, parents away in Spain. She opened the door, radiant at twenty, almost twenty-one. Heart pounding, I handed her a flower, kissed her cheeks. Timid hello. We sat in the living room, improvised dinner on the table corner. Talked high school, dreams, heartbreaks. Her eyes locked on mine. ‘You know, I only sleep with people I like.’ Blood rushed south. Pulse thundered in my ears. I confessed. Wanted her since sophomore year. Loved her through it all. She’d make me do anything. She stood, took my hand, lips brushed mine soft. ‘I know. Come.’ Upstairs to her bedroom. Door shut. Air thick with her scent. ‘Have you slept with many girls?’ Her voice angelic trap. ‘No. Still virgin. Pathetic, right?’ She giggled, eyes sparkling. ‘Touching.’ She stripped slow. Mini shorts, silk camisole. Spun for me. ‘Do I please you?’ God, yes. ‘Then lose it all.’ I stripped to boxers, slid into her bed. Trembling. She took charge. Slid off my last barrier. Her naked body on mine. Pubic hair grazed my thigh. Breasts warm on my chest. Hand drifted down. Wrist circled my cock. Soft palm, worlds from my fist. Heat built fast. Heart slammed ribs. I erupted, spurts hitting her hair. She laughed, wiped it. ‘Girls who passed on you are fools. Soon, you’ll come inside me.’ Cock hardened again under her touch. She knelt, tongue flicked my tip. Slow swallow, up down. Wet heaven. I groaned, hips bucked. She stopped, spread thighs. Guided me in. Tight, wet heat gripped. She moaned low, hips rolled. Skin slick with sweat. I thrust deeper, lost in rhythm. Second explosion inside her. We collapsed, joined, slept.
Morning light filtered. Erection throbbed against her. No more shy boy. I dove between legs. Tongue lashed clit. Fingers plunged pussy. She whimpered, woke moaning. Slid one finger in her ass. No protest. Flipped her doggy. Ass up, cheeks spread. Hole winked. Savage urge hit. I pressed cockhead there. She gasped, ‘Gentle, please.’ Deep breath, she arched. Muscles yielded. Inch by inch, I buried in her ass. Tight ring clenched. Her fingers gripped sheets, thighs tensed. I pounded slow, balls slapped. She reached back, fondled them. Fire exploded. Hottest load ever, flooding her depths. Pulled out, shame mixed with bliss. She kissed me. ‘Didn’t love anal, but your hunger thrilled me.’ Dozed again. Mid-morning shower. Soapy hands everywhere. She knelt, sucked me deep. Swallowed every drop.
The Fever
Dressed, reality crashed. ‘No love talk. I’m your first. You’ll have others, but never forget. I’m leaving for studies abroad next week. This is goodbye.’ Heart sank, but nodded. She waved from door after lunch, smile melting ice. Drove home, alive. Dad smirked, knew. Army soon. Heard she found someone. Saw her at wedding, danced last waltz. Heart raced still. Fled south. Thirty years gone. Archaeologist now, kids, travels. But every day, her skin’s heat haunts. Obsession eternal. For her.