Where it happened: Her Besment
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
Growing up in a rural community, those of us that rode the school bus together had always been friendly, and in the summer we used to entertain ourselves by forming baseball teams, or on hot days we would congregate in someone’s basement to play board games.
Linda was a lovely girl,and very friendly. She unknowingly gave me confidence because she was a blue-eyed senior, that would have filled out a cheerleader’s uniform nicely; but hated cheerleaders because they were “too much into cliques”. Linda made all the males in the school drool when she walked down the hall; leaving them guessing if she had “the meat” before; judging and voting with their immature minds on the way she walked.
I was the envy of the males in my freshman class becuase she would always stop to talk to me by my locker. Although I had grown up two houses away from her,and spent countless hours in her pool,her beauty still made me tongue tied. I was always relieved when she left.
I don’t know if it still true; but back then Senior girls only dated senior boys, or boys that had already graduated. Junior boys dated sophmore girls, and sophmore boys dated freshman girls;leaving me and my fellow classmates with nothing to do but stand around with our hands in our pockets, squeezing our frustrated hard-on’s.
Linda was no exception. She had been going with a former football star for two years; dating him since she was a sophmore. The summer Linda graduated from High School, and her boy friend was going to be a sophmore at the University of Toronto, was the summer that changed my life. It was a moment I will never forget, because I have thought about it every day since.
Just before school let out, Linda was depressed because her boy friend had told her that he was going to stay in Toronto to attend summer school. She had lamanted to her friends that she was about to spend the most boring summer of her life.
I felt sorry for her, and I hated to see the sadness in her eyes. I would go to her house on a daily basis to swim, watch daytime TV, or just talk. We became close friends. She grew tired of answering the door when I arrived, so one day she told me; Don’t bother to knock, just come in.”
Both of Linda’s parents worked, and it was always like a haven for me over at her house, to find relief from my younger sibling’s continious arguing. One hot July afternoon I went over to her house, and walked in. “Hello!”, I called. There was no answer. I knew she was there because her bike was in the driveway. I walked into the living room, where the television was playing to an empty audiance.
I went out the breezeway door to look at the pool. That too was empty. I figured it was so hot, she must be down in the basement.
I opened the basement door, and began my descent down the stairs, when I heard a distinct moaning. My first thought was that she had fallen, and was hurt. My heart was in my throat as I eased down the stairs in anticipation of what I may find.
When I was halfway down the stairs, I bent, and looked over the railing. From this position I had a full view of the couch, and I saw Linda laying beneath a stranger; with her tank top pulled above her breasts. Her cut-offs and panties were pulled away from her body, but remained in a ring aroud her right knee. Her left knee was resting against the back of the couch, and her right foot was planted on the ground. Her right calf would tighten and relax, as she pushed her body up to the stranger. Her moans were so loud that my first thought was that she was being raped. Then I saw that she was caressing the hair of the stranger.
“Oh God! fuck me Jason. Just fuck me! I need it so bad! God you feel good. I needed this soo bad!” I watched for what was only a moment, but it seemed like an hour. I felt my cheeks flush with rage and envy rolled into one emotion, as I turned and navigated the upward climb of the stairs with shaking knees.
As I left the house, I was careful not to let the door slam behind me. I stood outside for a moment stunned beyond comprehension. In a moment, I found myself running home, with tears welling up in my eyes. I was angry, but I didn’t know why. Was it because Linda was so wholesome in her appearance that I assumed she was a virgin? Was it because I found her cheating on her boyfriend?; or was it because I was jealous of this “Jason” guy.
As I tried to sleep that night,I could not get the picture of what I had earlier witnessed out of my head. I had probably just seen what most boys my age would have died to see. I could still see Jason’s ass moving up and down, and him grinding his hips back and forth against Linda’s hips. I knew it would do no good to ease my fingers past the elastic of my underwear to gratify myself in the usual manner, because my dick was shrinking instead of begging for the usual attention I had often given it. I had often fantasized about doing girls in my own grade; or one of the Varsity Cheerleaders on a crisp autumn night, right after the game, while she was till in her uniform. I will never know why, but with all the time I spent with Linda, I never beat off thinking about what she would be like as a sex partner.
I avoided Linda’s house for the next couple of weeks. I would see her in in church, but I would avoid eye contact. After mass I would hurry to the car and wait there for my parents. When Linda passed the car with her parents, she would smile and wave; but I would turn my head. I was embarrassed of what I had seen, and I wondered if she knew that I had seen it.
Ocassionally I would see Linda in our small town with her girlfriends, and they would be joking and laughing. Whenever her girlfriends were with their dates, Linda would occassionaly be with them…by herself. I had not seen the stranger since our first encounter. Linda, to others it seemed, was being faithful to her boyfriend that was away at summer school.
About three weeks after I had witnessed Linda’s sexual encounter, I was invited over to another neighbor’s house for a card party. Linda happened to be there. All of Linda’s friends were teasing her because her boyfriend was due home in a couple of weeks. My friend Mike suggested to Linda that she take her father’s station wagon, because the seat folded down. “You Guys!”; retorted Linda with a blush. It was then I spoke, and to this day I will never know why I said what I did. Linda was facing me, opening a coke when I said so softly that only she could hear, “Won’t Jason be lonesome?”
Her head jerked in my direction, and her blue eyes concentrated on my face. I watched her face turn red, as I felt all color drain from mine. “What?!” she asked. “N-nothing” I replied. We avoided each other the rest of the evening; except for the uncomfortable glances that we gave one another.
The next day I went to get the mail, and there was a note to me in Linda’s unmistakable penmanship. It read only; “We must talk… Please come over.” It took a day for me to get up the courage to call her, and set up a time to see her. “Now is as good as any” she said.
When I arrived at her house, she greeted me at the door. She was only wearing a tank top, and cut-off jeans that let a small portion of the cheeks of her ass show. Her mother hated her short cut-offs, but Linda wore them anyway. She was bare foot, and her shorts accented every inch of her long, shapely legs. Linda had reached her adult height of 5’7″ when she was in the sixth grade. Her female classmates teased her, while her male classmates fantasized about getting into her pants. I can remember her dad telling my dad that when she went camping with her family the summer she got out of the seventh grade, some other camper commented to him that he had a beautiful wife.
We went into the living room, and sat on the sectional couch. “What’s wrong with you?”, she asked. “What do you know?” With a dry throat, I confessed to her that I saw what she and Jason had done. Her face reddened, and she looked at the floor. She almost started to cry as she explained to me that she was feeling very confused. She asked me if I thought it was possible for a person to love two people at once. I shrugged my shoulders,not knowing what to say. “I think it IS possible! she said, not waiting for my reply.
“Tim was my first”, she said looking directly at me. I raised my eyebrows because I lacked any other response. “He took my cherry when I was sixteen. He tries so hard, and he writes me everyday. I miss Him So!”
“Why don’t you break up with him?”
“Because I don’t want to hurt him!”
“Does Jason know about Tim?”
“No!” I don’t want to hurt him either! I love them both, I really do!”
There was a moment of awkward silence, and Linda layed back on the couch, relaxing her legs. “Are you a virgin?”, she asked. I looked into her eyes, with my face full of embarassment. I answered, “yes”.
“If I would let you screw me, would you tell?”
“Er,uh, no!”
“Come on then, screw me!” she said thrusting her hips in the air.
“This is a small town, and I don’t want people to think I am a slut. Do You think I am a slut?”
“No”, I replied.
“Come on then, screw me…”, she said a she pulled her halter top over her breasts, and grasped the pillow behind her. “Do It now!”
My dick was so hard that I thought I was going to pass out because of the lack of blood flow to my brain. I scooted toward her, unbuttoned her fly, and watched as I grabbed the elastic of her panties, and pulled the panties and cut-offs down her long, shapely legs, and she instinctively raised her left leg, leaving her right leg to carry the burden of the clothes; in case we had to get dressed in a hurry. She turned her face away from me, as I tried to kiss her.
I put my hand on her pussy, and it was dry. I rubbed it a little, but she remained motionless. “Just do me”, she said. To this day I have never felt pubic hairs as soft as Linda’s. The natural aroma that came from between her legs tempted me to go down on her. I had not, nor have not tasted anything so sweet as Linda. There was no “Summer’s Eve” in this girl, but she was born to be eaten.
My cock was ready to explode while I was down on her, and although she thrust her hips into my face, her hands were still grasped to the pillow, and she stared blankly at the ceiling, still not making a sound. Her pussy had lost it’s dryness by now, and I was ready to penetrate her.
As I stradeled her perfect body, I fumbled with my own fly, trying to free my aching dick. The both of us kept eye contact; me having seen Linda, but Linda not caring about what was to enter her. Her face remained blank while I got my dick into the position to enter her. I slid down, with my legs now on top of hers, feverishly trying to find her senior slit.
“Umph!” she said, as the head of my dick tried to find the source of the wetness.
I could feel her quiver as the my hard on tried to find a tight place. “A little higher” she whispered as she arched her back, and tightened her buttocks to protect it from my probing dick.
“There, right there”, she said as my dick slid effortlessy into her sweet pussy. She watched my expression, and I watched hers while I entered her. I wanted to fuck her like she had never been fucked before, but I was lucky to get a far as I did. On the fourth thrust, I asked her why she didn’t explain to her lovers that she loved them both, and take them both on? “I don’t know”, was her reply
Linda must have known that I was ready to cum. She wiggled, and whispered, “Don’t cum inside me!”, and so I pullled my dick out of her, beginning full orgasim. “Not on the couch either!”, she said, gently grabbing my ass and pulling me up to where I could coat her hard stomace, and fill her navel with my love juice.
I collapsed on her; heaving what I thought was going to be my last breath. “I’m sorry”, I said as the room swam around me.
“You’ll be all right”; she said. “You’ll keep this quiet, won’t you?”
“yes”.
“Do you think I am a slut?”
“No. Just let me lay here”
“Get up, we have to get dressed. Do you believe that I love them both?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I know that our secret is safe, because if you tell anybody, they aren’t going to believe you; and Tim will beat your ass when he gets home if he thinks you are spreading rumors about me!”
Linda and I remained friends for that summer, although we never again had a sexual encounter. I would occassionally see see her in church with her parents her husband Jason, and their three children. I swear she would grab the hemline of her
skirt and slide it well above mid-thigh as she sat listening to the sermon; if she thought I was looking in her direction.
I am married to a beautiful woman, and we have three children of our own. Our oldest is about to finish high school. Sometimes I come home from work with a throbbing prick, pick my wife up, and sweep her to our bedroom where she giggles and laughs; and tells me I am “insatiable.” As I fuck my long haired beauty on the bed, and as she moans for me; and begs for more of my cock; please don’t tell her that some of those “glorious fuck’s” that she laughingly calls them are for Linda.
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