Homecoming

She couldn’t believe I’d never kissed a girl. So for my 17th birthday, she told me to meet her in one of the small classrooms after school. “I want to give you me for your birthday. I want your first kiss to be mine.”  Over the next few weeks, she also let me touch my first breast, finger my first pussy, and receive my first hand job. Then we stopped seeing each other. She graduated a few months later, and we lost touch. Four years later, we spotted each other at one of our high school’s football games. We talked in the parking lot afterward, and I apologized for not staying in touch after we stopped dating, nor after she left for university.  “I forgive you! In fact, why don’t you come over to my apartment for dinner soon and let’s catch up! You got plans tomorrow night?” ”I do now.” She had a one bedroom apartment, with a small kitchen and small sitting area. Dinner was good, and the conversation was easy. She’d met a guy, they’d gotten engaged, then he broke it off.  I’d met a girl, we’d become lovers, then she broke it off.  “Amazing how similar our stories are!” she observed as she refilled our drinks in the kitchen. My eyes drifted to her bookshelf. A book about massage caught my eye. I took it off the shelf and began to flip through it. Gorgeous male and female bodies oiled and bronzed were the subject for the step by step instructions for various body parts. “They show ALLLLLLLL the parts, ya know.”  I’d been so into the photos I’d not heard her come back into the room. She sat beside me on the sofa.  “My ex bought that for me so ‘I could practice on him.’” ”Well did he ever practice on you?” ”Not really,” she mumbled. ”I’m not trying to start something with this, but would you like me to give you a massage tonight?” ”Yes! But not in here. Would you mind doing it in my bedroom?” ”Again, I’m not trying to start anything. I’ll do it wherever you wish.” She had some oil in a cabinet, and handed it to me. Hang on one second then come back. I walked into her bedroom. She was lying facedown on her bed, with her shirt and bra laying on a chair beside her. She turned her head, “Hope this is OK. I just want a good massage, and I figure you’ve seen my bra before anyway,” she giggled. Rock hard inside my jeans, I applied a small amount of oil to her back, and began massaging her shoulders and neck, then worked my way down to her lower back. Several minutes of silence.“You’ve gotten good at this,” she purred. “Wipe your hands on the towel. Then if you don’t mind, would you turn off the light and massage my legs and feet? I’ll keep my pants on, I just want a full massage.”  Here to serve! There was enough light to find my way to her feet until my eyes adjusted. I rubbed her feet firmly to avoid tickling them. Then I kissed each toe gently. “Mmmmm, thank you”, I hear from the top of the bed. I work my way up her thighs to her ass, massaging her as best as I could through her denim. She stretched, then rolled over! Her petite, perky, milky white breasts shined in the dim light of the room. I wasn’t there to start anything!!!! I argued to myself, and somehow maintained my composure. ”Think my ass is good. Would you massage my thighs now?” So my hands began to slide across her outer thighs. Then her inner thighs. She spread her legs as I found a tight spot above her right knee, the one closest to me. She reached and squeezed my hard on.  “I wondered if you were having the same reaction I am,” she said gently. “Guess you are!” She dropped her hand and I continued the massage. Soon my hand was pushing deep into her jeans, massaging her hard clit.  I heard her breathing hard, then she began to grind upward against my hand. She screamed, “Oh shit this feels so good!!” and she came. As she quieted down, I slowly ran my hands up and down the  fabric still covering her legs. ”Wowwwwww. You’ve learned some things!  Where did you learn how to do that?” ”My ex.” ”Well, thank her for me if you ever see her again!” She moved to the middle of the bed. ”Sure, haha, will do!”  “Lay here beside me,” she invited. She put my arm around her and we picked back up the conversation we’d suspended on the sofa. We talked a few minutes, and laughed a lot. ”I’ve gotta pee,” she said, quickly bouncing off the bed. After she finished washing her hands, she walked back in. But instead of getting on the bed, she stood at the end of the bed, and took off my shoes and socks. Then I felt her move to the side. Her hands found my button and zipper, and opened them both completely. My dick poked out through my boxers. “THAT’S what I felt poking me, huh?” she laughed, pretending to have solved a mystery. She walked back to the end of the bed, and pulled my jeans off. Then she crawled up the bed and pulled my boxers off. ”It’s my turn to show you what I’VE learned,” she said. Grabbing the base, she put my entire erection in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head. A “pop” as she pulled off. “Mmmm. It’s bigger than I remember. I wish I’d done this for you before so I could compare.” Even giving me head, she couldn’t stop applying things she’d learned in her engineering classes.  She varied the pressure of her sucking, and stroked me simultaneously. Silence for what seemed a few minutes. “I’m about to cum! Do you want to stop?” Without stopping, she shook her head no, and began letting me fuck her mouth. I exploded into her. I fell out of her mouth, and I heard her swallow. A smack of her lips then, “You. Have. A. NICE. tasting. dick my friend.” ”Well. we’ve both learned a lot since that first kiss, haven’t we?” ”I’ll never forget that first kiss. Nor this night. I’m sure glad you saw that book.”