Where it happened: Car
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I live in Quebec. When I was fifteen there was a guy who had lived next door to us while I was growing up who arrived home with the military after fighting for our country in Afghanistan. I saw him for the first time in his uniform right as he arrived home as he was greeted by his folks.
I was just a kid when he had last seen me and now, two years later I had developed as a young woman and I thought he was the hottest looking guy I’d ever seen! My hormones were all over the place and I was I was sexually aroused the moment that I saw him back at home.
I flirted with him every chance I got, and then about three weeks after he arrived home he phoned me one afternoon and asked if I would like to go ‘on a date’ with him to a movie that night. He was talking to me like I was a kid, a little sister, and probably just needing someone to go with. I said I would and got dressed up in the sexiest little mini dress I had so that he could see my legs and a blouse that would let him see that I had breasts.
He was driving us back toward home after the movie when I asked him if he’d like to go somewhere and ‘park’.
He hesitated, surprised perhaps at my suggestion, but immediately turned the car around and drove out to a vacant parking lot near the lake just south of town.
I moved across the seat and snuggled up to him as we were talking and then quite quickly he had his arm around my shoulders, then we kissed. We stopped, and he confessed he had a girlfriend who had met while in Alberta, that he loved her. He was fighting with his conscience, and thought that we should stop. I said it was okay and felt his thigh then rubbed his penis, and then quite quickly he responded!
It was then that I felt his hand go in my bra and touch my breasts and he seemed perhaps surprised that I had nipples, and then remarked how much he thought I’d ‘grown’. I smiled, knowing well he’d like to see them and undid the top two buttons on my blouse. He was hot! I wanted to have sex with him real bad! I didn’t want for him to stop! I wanted him to touch my private parts and feel my crotch! I then undid the clasp upon my bra to let him see them. He softly gasped, then gently pushed me down upon the seat and felt me up, my crotch a soaking wetness as his finger sought the prize!
The urgency of what we did was overwhelming! I was pushing off my panties as I saw the naked penis in his hand, prepared to fuck me! I gasped! His cock slid in me all the way! I wondered if his girlfriend liked to fuck as much as I did?
We did it lying down upon the seat! The sex was overwhelming! We were lovers, having sex like not before! I gasped with every stroke I felt inside, and then it happened! I came, as I had never cum before, my body still in spasms as his peniis squirted in me!
The deed was done too soon, his cock still in me as we lay there. No longer was I just some kid who lived next door! His cock had squirted seed a dozen times, my youthful vagina having extracted ever ounce of semen that there was! The fuck had been the best he’d ever had!
He asked me if I felt okay, as though perhaps he might have thought I was so small that he had hurt me. I said that I was fine. I really liked it. It was great. He told me he was going back to his unit the following day. I asked if I might write to him. He said I shouldn’t. I asked him if he’d tell her what we did? He shook his head and asked if I would tell my boyfriend what we’d done? I said I wouldn’t.
He drove me home. Our brief affair I knew was over. It was worth it!
The next time that I saw him was three months after that while he was visiting his folks with his new wife. They had gotten married just after he rejoined his unit in Edmonton. He was leaving just a few days later, his unit deployed once more to Afghanistan. Four months later I heard the tragic news that he’d been killed while in action.
I cried for several days when I had heard it. I was also eight months pregnant with his child. I hadn’t told him. His wife was there beside me at the funeral with his folks and even asked me when I was due?
I had blamed the pregnancy on a boy I knew that I had been going with though I knew there was no chance that it was his. It had been one of the few times that I hadn’t used protection and I also had not been intimate with him for more than a month prior.
I was planning to adopt the baby out, but the circumstances of what had happened were causing me to want to tell his folks whose kid it really was; but then it didn’t seem quite right and as well as that he had a wife and he likely hadn’t told her what we’d done.
The baby was adopted out right after it was born. I never told anyone who the father really was and really hope I did the right thing by not telling.
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