When my mom broke her arm and had to have surgery to pin it in place, I took the first plane I could get back there.

Nine years had passed since I’d graduated high school and left, but the small town always looked the same. My mother said she was fine and scolded me for making such a fuss over nothing, but I knew she was glad I’d come home. I fixed dinner and cleaned up, only to find her ready to go to bed at 7:30, which left me stuck watching a movie that I’d seen countless times.

The next evening, I told my mother I was going to see if I could run into any of my old friends. I drove past one of the three bars in town and saw a total of three cars in the parking lot, so I headed over to another one. That lot was full.

The place was packed, but I didn’t see anyone I recognized. I was working on my second beer, still scanning the crowd for a familiar face, when a man said, “Is that my old friend Kim?”

It took me a moment to recognize Ethan, even though we’d dated when I was 15. He was the third guy I’d gone out with, and I remembered him respecting my wishes when I told him to keep his hands above my waist when we parked on the old river bridge. (The first two guys had told me to get out when I told them the same thing, so I’d walked to the nearest house and called my dad to come get me, making him quite proud of me.)

Ethan and I tried to talk, but the music was too loud. He asked if I’d like to go someplace else. I suggested he follow me over to my mom’s house so I could drop off my car and we could just ride around for a while.

We spent an hour catching up, then I said I’d buy a six-pack if he’d like to drive out and drink it on the old bridge, if it was still there.

Twenty minutes later, we were parked on the bridge with the windows down, listening to the water rippling downstream. We had a great conversation while drinking two beers each, then I said, “God, we were so young the last time we were here. But I thought so much of you when you respected my wishes.”

He said, “Why any guy that age wouldn’t feel honored and happy to get to kiss and fondle your lovely breasts is beyond me. Thank you again for allowing me to do that. I felt like I was on top of the world.”

I slid beside him and asked if he would like to feel them now that I’ve matured, turning to face him and placing his hand on my breast. I was wearing a thin cotton top with a lacy bra, so I’m sure he got a good feel of my soft globe. He kneaded it slowly as he pulled me close with his free arm, and we spent the next 20 minutes making out pretty much the same way we did the last time we went to the bridge.

My top was pushed up above my breasts and my unhooked bra hung loosely off my shoulders as Ethan kissed, nuzzled, and caressed my aching tits, alternately suckling my nipples and sending hot surges of blood to my pussy.

Finally, I pulled free of his arms to lie across the seat of his truck, hooking my left leg over the back of the seat and bracing my right foot against the steering column and saying, “Fuck me, Ethan. Please. I need it.”

Ethan opened his fly to release his cock as he lay above me. His glans parted my slippery labia the instant our genitals made contact. There was considerable pressure followed by a steady fullness as he slowly sank his oversize organ into my depths.

It seemed like he wouldn’t ever get it all inside me, but at last I felt his hot balls press against my asshole. He paused considerately to allow me to adapt to his size.

I think I could have reached orgasm just having his lovely erection stretching the sheath of my vagina, but he began thrusting slowly, dragging the top of his shaft over my swollen clitoris. This set off a quick climax that sent waves of pleasure through my body. He picked up the pace, fucking me hard until we came within seconds of each other.

We spent two more hours screwing that night, with Ethan getting off four more times. I climaxed so often I lost track. After that, Ethan came by and picked me up at each night I was there. We spent 17 nights knocking the dust out of that old bridge.