While I was home for spring break, my friend Mia texted me, suggesting we hang out at the local bar.

I replaced my sweats with a pair of ass-hugging jeans and a low-cut shirt, applied some makeup, and fixed up my hair. I picked up Mia on the way to the bar. She was giddy because this guy she was crushing on was going to be there tonight.

We stood by the bar, ordered a couple of beers, and waited for Darren to show up. He walked in as we were finishing up our drinks. As he ordered another round for the three of us, I saw my high school sweetheart. Brad had popped my cherry, but then I broke his heart. He had always been gorgeous, but now he was hotter than ever. He looked more chiseled, mature, and muscular. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. My mind raced through the countless times we had gotten it on, our naked, sweaty bodies smashing together. Brad always knew how to get me off, and no other man has been so in sync with my body.

“So, Aliza, you’re not going to talk to me?” Brad whispered in my ear.

“Sorry,” I said, biting my lower lip.

“Sorry for shattering my heart? Or sorry for looking so gorgeous?” he asked.

I playfully nudged him, and that’s when I felt the heat. There was no doubt in my mind that the spark between us was still there.

He brought my hand to his mouth and brushed his lips on my knuckles, proving he still had the power to make me cream my panties.

“How have you been?” I asked with a husky undertone.

“Lonely.” He reached for me, clasping his arm around my waist.

“Me, too,” I said, leaning into him.

As we talked and flirted, I struggled to remember why I had broken up with him, finally reminding myself I’d been afraid he — or the long-distance relationship — would be a distraction, my grades would slip, and I’d lose my academic scholarship. At this moment, though, I could give a shit if I flunked out. I just wanted to be wrapped up in his embrace with his magical wand inside me. My desire intensified when he stole a passionate kiss. The way he ran his tongue against mine and moaned in delight made me want to get naked on the bar stool. This girl was on fire!

“Let’s get out of here,” Brad said, catching my vibe.

“I can’t leave Mia. Plus, I drove,” I answered, regretfully.

“Why don’t you drive Mia home, then come by my place?”

“Let me see if I can pry Mia off Darren first,” I said. She was pissed when I told her I wanted to leave, but then Darren said he’d drive her home. We were both set for the night.

I followed Brad to his house. He’s a couple of years older than I am, and he’s starting up his own construction business. He’s been living on his own since he graduated high school. He led me into the house, which was the quintessential young-guy bachelor pad. A dartboard hung above his fireplace. His red leather couch and his bottle-cap artwork lacked elegance. But his king-size bed looked delectable. I climbed on top of the posh bed as Brad tore off his shirt. I caressed his shoulders and strong arms, and traced kisses on his chest up to his neck, then down to his treasure trail.

“Aliza, you know that gets me rock-hard,” Brad groaned.

“That’s how I want you,” I said, flinging off my shirt and bra.

He captured my stiff nip in his mouth, titillating my insides. I slipped off my tight-ass jeans and creamed panties. He redirected his kisses down south, making me quiver in anticipation. Brad’s tongue lapped up my juices and probed every sensitive spot. I pushed his face deeper into my love hole until my entire body shook in delight.

Once I regained my composure, Brad whipped out his huge shaft, a naughty look on his face. He leaned his hot body over mine and drove his dick deep into me. Our bodies grinded, pumped, and swayed in a rapid wild rhythm. Why hadn’t I realized how much I missed this?Each thrust was sending me closer to the edge again.

After I climaxed again, Brad thrust even harder and said, “Aliza, I’m going to explode!”

“Come inside me,” I whispered. He closed his eyes and unloaded.

— A.T., Maryland

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