When this story occured, I was living with my dad and was in a long distance relationship with a girl who lived a few miles from my mom, three hours away. I didn't get the chance to see her very often, maybe once every couple of months. As you can imagine, this wasn't very easy for either of us.
I was visiting for the weekend, so I got ahold of her and she came over to spend the night. Her parents believed that she was staying at one of her friend's houses though.
Anyway, after my parents went off to bed, I started touching her, basically letting her know what was up. But she wasn't really into the hot and heavy stuff, which severely disappointed me at the time. Eventually though, she gave in, with much reluctance, and we stripped down and started feeling each other up under a blanket. I asked her to stroke me, and she did so after a brief hesitation. She would always talk about how I was always so willing to help her with her problems and how she couldn't really return the favor. I suppose that in this way she believed that she could.
I guess she understood what I wanted because she didn't stop. After maybe five minutes of intense lip locks and heavy panting, I let her know I was there. My climax hit hard. She slowed her strokes as I shot my load on her stomach. The feeling was so amazing, I can hardly find the words to describe it. For those five minutes, it was as if I was slowly rising higher and higher, and suddenly, I was slammed back down to earth with waves of intense euphoria traveling through every muscle in my body.
It should have been perfect. It would have been perfect if she wasn't just doing it for me. Nothing I've experienced thus far has ever come close to what I felt that night. I was so in love with her. And now she's with a guy who doesn't deserve her. It hurts to think about, making this, my favorite orgasm, the most bitter sweet memory I have.