I recently attended my twentieth class reunion at a hotel in Phoenix.

I’d dated many guys in high school, but had only one serious boyfriend. He hadn’t gone to the previous reunion, and I was anxious to see if he would show up for this one.

At the reunion I talked with many of my male classmates, and was disappointed to see how badly they’d aged. I finally found my former boyfriend standing apart from the crowd. Impulsively I walked up, and gave him a hug before he could react. Then his arms wrapped around me, and I could feel the firm muscles in his arms and chest. Up close, I could see that this guy had only improved with age. His clothing could not conceal his remarkable muscle tone, his face had filled out a little, but his eyes and smile were as warm as ever. Since he’d been the one who’d ended the relationship 20 years earlier, I worried that my approach might embarrass him, so after chatting for a few minutes, I moved away.

Nevertheless, I found myself looking for him throughout the evening, and was overjoyed when I suddenly turned to see him at my elbow. We talked about old times, and he apologized for having hurt me so many years ago. I said, “I forgave you for everything you did. What I haven’t forgiven you for is what you didn’t do.”

“Like what?” he demanded.

“Well, like never making love to me, for instance,” I boldly replied.

His eyes widened in surprise, and he laughed nervously. “We could rectify that, you know,” he said.

“Right. You didn’t want to then, and you sure as hell don’t want to now.”

His eyes glinted a challenge as he took my hand and said, “Let’s go to my room.” What could I do but follow.

We entered his room, and a million thoughts soared through my mind when he kissed me. He stepped back and said, “You still have time to back out, you know.”

“I wouldn’t miss this opportunity for anything in the world!” and I kissed him back. He unzipped my dress and I stepped out of it, turning so he could unhook my bra. He pulled it off, lingering to caress and kiss my breasts. Then he pushed down my panties, pausing for a fleeting moment between my thighs. I unbuttoned his shirt while he nuzzled the side of my neck. I ran my hands over the muscular surface of his gorgeous chest, and curled my hands around the back of his firm neck. I could feel his arousal through his clothes, and quickly unbuttoned his jeans and slid them to the floor in one fluid motion.

“Starting at the base, I covered every exquisite millimeter with slow, deliberate strokes.”

As my lips moved downward from his chest, my hands reached for his hard shaft. I could feel his scrotum tighten as I lightly moved my fingertips across it. I knelt on the floor and guided his erection to my mouth. Starting at the base, I covered every exquisite millimeter with slow, deliberate strokes.

When I finally reached the tip, I slid my tongue across it a few times before I encircled it with my lips. With increasing suction, I drew him into my mouth. He allowed me to continue for a few delicious moments, before pulling me up for a hungry kiss. With his erection hard against my stomach and his body pressed into mine, my desire threatened to overcome me. I stretched up on my toes, aching to feel his cock between my legs — in a second he was obliging my unspoken request. I almost climaxed right then and there.

He led me to the bed and lay down, pulling me on top of him. As I straddled his member and moved against him, I filled me with throbbing intensity. He gently fondled my breasts and caressed my ass. “It’s my turn to give you pleasure,” he said, and rolled me over onto my back. With his tongue he slowly pushed my pubic hair to one side while occasionally licking my clit.

This teasing was driving me insane, and I could feel the juices of desire seeping out. He began circling the clitoris with his tongue until the first waves of ecstasy began to crest. I cried out so he’d know what he’d done for me. Waves of orgasm rocked my body as his penis entered me again. He rode the violent spasms until they subsided, then drove his own desire home with sure and steady strokes. He nuzzled my breast and I felt my response build once again.

I felt the pulsing begin in him and arched my body into his as a mutual climax consumed us both. I continued to climax even after he finished. Spent and exhausted, we lay in each other’s arms until the passion overtook us again.

I don’t know how many school-friends I missed seeing that night, but I only cared about one. After all this time, I’ve learned that first love does last. I want to spend all eternity with this man of my past and present, and soon, I pray, my future.