I was online, looking at my friends’ latest social-networking posts, when I got a friend request from my brother’s college roommate.

Back then, a decade ago, I’d been in high school, and I’d had a major crush on him. I clicked around on his profile a little, seeing what he was up to and checking out some recent pictures he’d posted. He was still insanely hot, and I remembered exactly why I’d liked him.

As I was ogling Tom’s photos, a message from him popped up in the corner of my screen, and we chatted for a minute. He told me he’d just moved to Miami, and that my brother had told him to get in touch with me if he needed someone to show him around. I said I’d be happy to give him the rundown of all the good places and help him get settled, and I invited him over for dinner the next night.

As I got ready for his visit, I wasn’t thinking of anything but being a good hostess and maybe taking him out to see some of the city’s hot spots. But as soon as I saw him I felt my face heat up, and I couldn’t help but be attracted to him. Before Tom even made it over the threshold, I launched myself at him.

I was in the midst of kissing him when I realized what I was doing, and for a split second I panicked, but when he kissed me back, my doubts disappeared. Tom picked me up and carried me into the house, kicking my door shut behind him. He broke our lip-lock only long enough to ask me where the bedroom was, and I pointed toward the back of the house.

I don’t know how we made it through the living room and down the hall without falling over, considering neither of us was paying any attention to our movements, but despite bumping into the wall a few times, we made it into the bedroom. Tom dropped me onto my bed before climbing on top of me.

We kicked off our shoes, then shed shirts and jeans and socks. When we were down to our underwear, I stopped Tom long enough to run to the bathroom to grab a condom. When I returned, I tossed him the small foil packet, dropped my panties, and climbed back onto the bed. He jerked his cock a couple of times to get it nice and hard, then ripped open the wrapper and slid the latex sheath over his dick.

I pushed him onto his back and straddled him, then reached down to grab his shaft and guide his cock into my pussy. He slid in an inch or two, and then I had to rise up and sink back down. By the fourth stroke, he was in all the way and I was able to lower down until I felt his balls pressing against my ass. I stayed there for a minute, shifting a little bit this way and that to stretch out and get comfortable with him inside me, then started to move.

I went slow at first, incrementally picking up speed until I was bouncing up and down on his cock at a nice, steady pace. I like being in control, and it was especially hot having Tom under me. When I was in high school and fantasizing about him, I’d always imagined him on top because I was so inexperienced. Now, I can’t even describe how amazing it felt to take my fantasy man by the balls, climb on top of him, and fuck him.

Tom reached up to play with my tits, then my ass, before finally settling on playing with my clit. It was seriously hot.

I don’t know how long we went at it — it could have been five minutes or an hour — but eventually I felt that rumbling in the pit of me that signals an orgasm. I rocked back and forth on him, closed my eyes, threw my head back, and fucked him as hard as I could, until my pussy spasmed and my body trembled and I felt my juices flooding out of me. Tom came a few moments after I did, and I felt him filling the condom as he shot his load inside me.

I did eventually show Tom around the city — but not until after he’d seen all the sights my bedroom had to offer.