I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t crazy for Margaret. We’d been friends and neighbors for most of our lives, and adulthood only made my intense feelings for her grow stronger.

Finally, fate smiled upon me. In fact, it was Margaret who made the first move. She invited me over for dinner and dessert, failing to mention she would be the final course.

I was thrilled by the turn of events, of course. When Margaret made her intentions clear, I scooped her up and laid her down right there on the kitchen counter. When you’ve waited your whole life to love a woman, there’s no time to bother taking things to the bedroom. No, that night there would be a feast, one way or the other.

Margaret was wearing this sexy ’50s-style dress with an apron slung around her hips. She looked like a girl from one of those vintage pinup posters — all dolled up and in the kitchen. Her bodice had these tiny pearl buttons that held the fabric closed over her ample breasts. I already knew those would be first to go.

A quick tug sent her buttons flying across the kitchen in every direction. They ricocheted off the cabinets and clattered to the countertop and floor.

“Oh!” Margaret exclaimed, with a fiery blush blooming on her cheeks.

“I’ve wanted to do that for years,” I confessed.

A quick twist of my fingers unhooked the latch on Margaret’s front-clasp bra. Her lush, voluptuous breasts spilled out from the parted fabric, filling my waiting palms.

“Oh yes,” I groaned. I dipped my head and lifted her nipples to my lips.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she cried out as I lapped at her.

Margaret’s tits tasted every bit as sweet as I’d hoped. I energetically nuzzled her cleavage, and her magnificent knockers enveloped my face, drowning me in their buxom beauty.

Her soft, floral perfume tickled my nostrils. Roses. I thought of the corsage I’d given her before our senior prom — pretty lavender roses to match her flowing purple gown. We’d gone to the event as friends, but it didn’t stop me from admiring her all evening. Back then, I’d been the best friend, an eager supporter waiting in the wings for his cue. Now, I was the victor, the man she’d chosen to fuck her.

While my mouth was busy worshiping Margaret’s breasts, my hands explored under her dress. They skated over her thighs, bumping up against some very lacy garters in the process. My curiosity piqued, I lifted my head from her boobs and flipped her dress over her hips.

Strappy satin garters trimmed with lace held gossamer-thin stockings up high on her thighs. The skimpy red contraptions matched her bra perfectly. It almost made me wish I’d been able to appreciate the whole outfit together.

Just a few inches away, tucked between her thighs, was a matching scrap of silk that just barely covered her cleft. Two plump pussy folds peeked out from either side of the crimson fabric, making my mouth water.

“Fuck, Margaret,” I whispered. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

She tugged her lower lip between her teeth and shook her head. She was a shy temptress who continued to captivate me.

I took a step back and tore open my jeans. I didn’t need to free my dick from my boxers; it took care of that on its own. Once the stiff denim was out of the way, my insistent erection sprung forth from my fly.

“This. This is what you do to me,” I insisted. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Margaret. Tonight, I’ll finally make you mine.”

I stepped closer to the counter and gathered her in my arms.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on,” I whispered. “There is no one who could ever compare to you.”

She sighed my name, and it was like music to my ears.

Margaret wound her arms around my neck and locked her ankles at the small of my back, holding me in place.

“I’m yours for the taking,” she replied.

Her words made my cock twitch. As many times as I’d fantasized about this moment, reality was so, so much better. Nothing could have prepared me for the surge of horny pride I felt knowing Margaret was right there for the fucking. It coursed through my veins like liquid adrenaline and stoked the fire of my libido, which already burned so brightly.

It occurred to me then that I would soon taste Margaret’s pussy for the first time. Just the thought was nearly enough to send me careening toward climax. I couldn’t wait another moment; I had to get my mouth on her.

I grabbed a nearby stool and settled myself between her parted legs. The tiny red triangle still covered her mound, but it had to go.

My two hooked thumbs tore through the flimsy fabric easily. Now, there was nothing between me and Margaret’s pink pussy. Her glistening folds called to me, begging me to show them a bit of love.

With pleasure, I thought.

I’d waited so long for this experience, so I knew better than to take even a second for granted. No, I would savor every moment, filing each piece of the memory away to cherish forever.

First, I decided I would trace each pussy lip with the tip of my tongue. I started at her asscrack and worked my way up. I was careful to skirt around her swollen clit before wandering down the other side. Next, I drew one fold into my mouth and sucked, gently working my jaw to awaken her jittery nerve endings.

When Margaret started to whimper, I shifted to the other side and lavished it with the same attention. Her hips bucked, and her butt wiggled against the countertop. I briefly wondered if the icy stone surface was too cold or uncomfortable for her.

I shook the thought from my mind. If things were not to her liking, she could easily do something about it, but all indications were that she found the arrangement as hot as me.

With my train of thought back on track, I refocused my attention on Margaret’s gorgeous pussy. Now that I’d suckled each of her folds, I wanted to taste the liquid flowing from her molten core. I pressed the flat of my tongue against her gash and swept upward until I met her clit.

“Oh, Kenneth! Yes! Yes!” she cried out.

Her voice rang out in the kitchen, echoing back at me like my own personal cheering squad: Kenneth, Kenneth! He’s our man! He’ll fuck Margaret. Yes, he can!

Did I mention Margaret was a cheerleader in high school? To this day, I can still picture her in the little crop top and matching pleated skirt. I’d long wondered what treasures were hidden beneath her colorful uniform.

I was glad I’d finally received my answer, which was glorious.

“You taste even better than I’d imagined,” I murmured against her slick skin. I nibbled one of her thighs and soothed the ruddy bite marks with kisses. “I’ll never get enough of you,” I promised.

Her pussy called to me again. I caressed the dewy slit with my tongue once more — except this time I stopped to plunge into her pussy hole.

An explosion of feminine flavor burst across my tongue. She was salty, sour and sweet all at once — an addictive combination, if there ever was one.

I sucked on her succulent cunt until my cheeks grew hollow, drawing her thick lips into my mouth, while continuously working my tongue between her folds as best I could. Even my nose got in on the action. It slipped inside her crevice and rested below her clit. All I could taste, smell and see was Margaret. She overwhelmed my senses, obliterating every memory from my brain, except for this one perfect moment.

When Margaret moaned, my heart soared. It was exactly the endorsement I wanted, craved even. The only thing better than finally fucking Margaret was knowing I was pleasing her.

She was more than just vocal, her whole body worked to express her ecstasy. She draped her long, lithe legs over my shoulders. Every time her hips jerked to mash her gash against my face, her heels would dig into my back a little harder. It was intoxicating, seeing how my attentions affected this incomparable woman. It made every minute I’d waited for the experience worthwhile.

Then Margaret spoke up again.

“Kenneth! Kenneth! Fuck me, Kenneth!” she demanded.

No words had ever sounded sweeter. I had never been able to say no to Margaret, and that night was not the time to start.

I disengaged my mouth from her sex just long enough to grab a condom from the back pocket of my pants and tear open the packet.

Her fingers frantically danced over my shirt, tugging open the buttons. Her desperate urgency made my rock-hard cock ache for attention. She reached down to take hold of my rod with one hand and grabbed the condom from me with the other. In no time, she rolled the rubber over my shaft and pressed the head of my cock against her pussy. She scooted forward on the counter, impaling herself on my dick. I thrust forward, and the deeper I dove, the more her muscles rippled over my shaft. The incredible sensation quickly had me ready to unload.

It was undeniably sexy. I’d finally landed exactly where I was meant to be. Our bodies fit together like a lock and key. We were made for each other. The feeling was pure ecstasy. I was practically levitating.

Margaret wrapped her legs around my back and held me close.

“That’s it, Kenneth. Come for me.”

As usual, Margaret’s wish was my command. Hearing her demand my orgasm pushed me over the edge, and once I started to come, it seemed I might never stop. Pleasure crashed over me in mind-bending waves, dragging me into its erotic abyss.

I don’t know how long we stayed huddled together on the counter that night, but when we finally made it to bed, things only got better.