“Are we going to do it?” she asked me breathlessly.
Shooter steps away from his usual genre with this one. This is a love story. It’s an erotic story. It is thriller. It’s an adventure yarn. But it’s not interracial. Are you kidding me?
It does have a lot of hot one on one sex and it does have some great threesome sex and it does have some girl on girl sex, but hardly a black man in sight.
It’s the story Cody Beecher, a man who went to his tenth high school class reunion and rediscovered an old love. It’s true that old flames can burn hot.
Thomas Wolfe wrote, “You can’t go home again”, but you can. Maybe you should.
EXTRACT
My name is Cody Beecher and to tell this story I first have to go
back in time, all the way back to when I was eighteen and a senior in
high school. Remember high school? Back when passions and/or emotions
always ran high and every deal was a big deal. Of course, I had no
way of knowing, but during that period in my life something happened
that set the course for the rest of my life.
It wasn’t planned. At least I hadn’t planned it. It was one of
those things that just seemed to evolve on its own. My best buddy,
Chuck Howell, and I had gone to see Sally Miller, my girlfriend, one
afternoon after work. Let me backtrack a little farther.
I first fucked Sally on the night of her eighteenth birthday and
a few weeks after mine. It was after her party was over and everyone
had gone. Her parents had gone to bed leaving Sally and I alone to
clean up the mess. After a half-ass attempt to clean up we went into
her den and started making out on the couch. Until that night, I had
managed to get her shirt and bra off and a finger in her pussy once,
but that was as far as she allowed me to go.
“Are we going to do it?” she asked me breathlessly. I had
reached the previous stopping place. Shirt off, and her big boobs out
of her bra, her pants down to her knees and her panties shoved to one
side and my finger in her hot little box. Her pussy was wet and
slippery. She had never asked me the question before. Were we going to
do it? Hell yes we were!
Ever the optimist I had a condom with me and I quickly got my
pants off and the condom out. My hands were shaking so badly I
couldn’t get the foil unwrapped from the condom. Sally took the
package from me and opened it. She even put it on my hard throbbing
dick. I fucked her right there in her parent’s house on their couch.
Sally told me later she had taken care of that troublesome little bit
of membrane with a dildo several years before so I had no problem
getting in her.
Since I had finally got her to give it up for me, we became
steady daters. I went right out the next day and bought a gross of
condoms. I told you I was an optimist, but in this case, I was
justified. I used all one hundred and forty-four of them with Sally.
She proved as lusty as I was. She was always hot to trot and so was I.
I don’t know how we managed to not get caught. We fucked in every
place we could find. There were a few close calls and that only served
to add fuel to the fire of our mutual lust.
Sally and I managed to untangle from one another long enough to
graduate from high school. Since we discovered real boy/girl sex our
grade point average took a beating, but we made it to the summer of
love. At least I thought it was love. I wasn’t sure it was love, but
whatever it was, it would do.
Like most all high school boys, I told my best friend, Chuck,
about Sally and me fucking like bunnies. There was no way I could
keep it a secret. It was just too fucking big and Chuck promised never
to tell anyone. Chuck had a girlfriend, but according to him, she
wouldn’t put out. She teased the poor guy and sent him home many times
with a raging case of lover’s nuts; the dreaded blue-balls - that ache
that only fucking or jacking-off will cure. Before Sally’s birthday
party, I had jacked-off many, many, many times to cure blue balls.
Anyway, on that afternoon Chuck and I were let off from work
early because of rain. We both were lifeguards at the River Forks
Country Club swimming pool. Thunderstorms had closed the pool and we
had the whole afternoon off. Since I was riding with Chuck that day,
he took me to Sally’s house. The plan was for Chuck to drop me off
and go on about his way, but he had to use the bathroom and asked
Sally if he could use hers.
While Chuck was in the bathroom taking a dump, Sally and I
wasted no time. We were making-out hot and heavy when Chuck came out
announcing no one should go in the toilet for a long while.
“Wow,” Chuck said staring at Sally. Her shirt was opened and her
tits were hanging out. “I’ve always wondered what they looked like.”
“Well Chuck, my boy, have a good look,” I said in a strange
moment of uncommon masculine boldness. I peeled her shirt completely
off. Sally squealed and told me to stop, but I noticed she wasn’t
fighting me all that hard. She didn’t resist when I removed her bra.
Sally did have beautiful big fat titties with long nipples and she was
justifiably proud of them. She always wore low-cut blouses and
sweaters to show off her magnificent cleavage.
Sally and I wrestled around and I pinned her arms to give my
buddy a good long look at her boobs. She was laughing the whole time
she was threatening me. I wasn’t too worried because the only thing
she could do to me was cut me off and I knew she liked fucking too
much to do that.
“You want to feel them?” I asked Chuck. Of course, he said yes
and while I held her arms, Chuck felt her up. Sally stopped struggling
and got very still while Chuck played with her tits. Sally had
super-sensitive nipples. Just the merest touch could send shivers of
pleasure through her. I maneuvered around so that I could see her face
and I was not very surprised when I saw she had her eyes closed and
was biting her lower lip. The look she always got when she was about
to come.
“Can I see her pussy?” Chuck asked, his voice husky.
“Can he, Sally?” I whispered in her ear. “Can Chuck see your
pretty little pussy?” She nodded her head ever so slightly, but it was
a nod of consent. I told Chuck to take her shorts off and Sally raised
her butt enough for him to slip them off. Her panties quickly followed
her shorts to the floor beside the couch.
“Nice,” Chuck said softly gazing at Sally’s shaved pussy. She
had left a small tuff of hair just above her snatch. “I never saw a
real pussy before,” Chuck said leaning down closer to her pussy. “I
always wanted to eat some pussy. Can I?”
“Chuck wants to lick your cunt, Sally,” I said. I had released
her arms and was playing with her big tits. She had stopped even
pretending to resist. “Can he eat you?” Instead of a direct answer,
she put one leg on each of his shoulders and scooted down so he could
get his face to her pussy. For a moment, I thought ol’ Chuck was going
to shove his whole head in her cunt.
For somebody who had never eaten pussy before, Chuck quickly had
Sally bucking and hunching like crazy. She started moaning and
grabbing his head to pull him down tighter against her hot box.
“Oh God!” Sally moaned. “Oh shit that feels good! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Somebody please fuck me!”
I got up and took my pants down freeing a cock that was
threatening to explode. I had a diamond-cutter boner. I didn’t bother
to locate a condom. I pulled Chuck out of the way and rammed my cock
in her cunt. I lasted maybe a couple of minutes before I exploded,
shooting my cum into her.
“No! No, no, no,” she yelled. “Not so soon! Not yet, Cody, I’m
almost there!”
“Chuck, get in there and fuck her,” I said, getting off her. I
had no more than got out of the way when Chuck dove on her. I knew
Chuck was a little bigger than me, but that was the first time I ever
saw his dick when it was hard. I noticed he was more than a little bit
larger than me. He was at least a full inch longer and bigger around.
She guided his cock in her and Chuck managed to keep going until Sally
had a couple of orgasms. By that time, I was hard again and I took a
second turn acquitting myself a lot better than the first time.
While I fucked Sally, she sucked Chuck until he was hard again.
When I shot-off she literally shoved me out of the way and Chuck took
another turn at my girlfriend’s pussy. When Chuck and I left a couple
hours later, Sally was one fucked out little girl.
