Finally connecting with a high-school friend.
By outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Desiree should have been born in the 60's. Everything about
her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90's were
comfortable with; in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant
skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place,
Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my
eyes to her right away, but they in no way hid the luscious body beneath and
behind them. She had long brown hair that fell in soft curls below her
shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, her lips deep red and shaped like Cupid's
bow. Full tits and wide hips stretched her garments tight in all the right
places. Best of all, her skin was translucent and flawless, even in the dead of
We were both new students in school during our senior year.
She had been kicked out of boarding school, and my parents had retired to a
small town in the eastern part of the state. That made us the only 2 students
in our grade who hadn't been there all 4 years. Actually, the rest of the
student body pretty much grew up together, but since the high school served 3
towns, only a third of them had been in school together all 12 years
previously. Still, it was enough to make us feel like total outsiders.
That alone was enough to bond us, but we also had a lot of
classes together. There were only small sections of upper-level classes in
English, history, math, French, and science, and we were in all those together.
She was always somewhat spacey, but a good student, a good lab partner and
homework buddy, and a pleasure to talk to, even if the conversations took odd
She was dating a guy named David who had already graduated.
I spent the fall pursuing the only other single girl in our upper-level group,
but she was still kind of seeing her old boyfriend from a few towns away, so
that wasn't a regular thing. We all went to the same parties, hung out after
soccer and basketball games, and went to the nearest big town once in a while
for some wild nights of pizza or McDonalds and a movie.
It wasn't until winter came that I realized how badly I
wanted to be with Desiree. There was a lot of snow that winter, and she called
one afternoon to tell me that her 18th birthday party was moved from the
Science Museum to her own house; that way, no one had to drive 45 minutes in
When I got there, Des was dressed up for a change. There was
still a hippie vibe to her outfit, but her parents had friends over as well,
and everyone was dressed for a holiday party. It turned out that her family had
scheduled both things, but combined them to save everyone a drive. Anyway, she
looked amazing; her hair was silky and somewhat straighter, she had on a little
makeup, and her outfit made her look older and more beautiful. I was glad I had
taken some pains to dress up as well; some of our friends didn't get the memo
and showed up in our usual teenage gear. She told me how nice I looked, and I
made sure to compliment her as well.
Because of my mother's job, I was accustomed to spending
time with adults at parties like this one. I chatted with her parents, and with
some other adults who were parents of kids at school, or people I had met
around town. Even the damn principal of the high school was there, which was a
little weird for all of us! I saw Desiree working her way around the room as
well, and my eyes kept straying her way as I admired her outfit, her flashing
eyes, and the soft ripples of laughter that I knew so well. She caught me
looking every once in a while and smiled at me.
When I finally broke away to hang out with my friends, her
mom stopped me to say how glad she was that I had come. She complimented my
poise, told me I was very grown up, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I
grimaced, blushed, and thanked her before disengaging as gracefully as I could.
When I got out of the kitchen and headed for the den where the kids were
hanging out, Desiree was headed out as well.
"Wow; you're quite the hit with the mom-and-dad crowd,
"Just working the room, ya know?" I said in my
"I'm sorry if my mom embarrassed you," she said
apologetically. "She can be kinda over the top. I keep trying to get her
to mellow out, but she always comes out with something trippy!"
"No problem; I can handle moms pretty well. My mom used
to drag me to parties all the time for her old job, and you just kind of get
"Well," she began, taking my arm, "I was very
impressed with your poise!"
I blushed again. "Oh, you heard that, did ya?"
She laughed happily and squeezed my arm, her tits pressing
"Yes, I did. I was thinking how grown-up you were, too.
When I noticed you checking me out, I kept thinking it was some creepy older
guy, but then it was you, and it just made me feel good."
I had no idea what to say to that, so I fell back on
"Des," I told her, "I'm sorry about that, you
just looked so beautiful and natural chatting away with all those people that I
couldn't help but look at you!"
A pleased smile appeared, and she squeezed me again.
"Does that mean you didn't think I was beautiful
"Oh, no, not at all!" Did I mention I was far from
smooth back in those days?
"So tell me, dude, how long have you been thinking I
At that point, I realized that she was completely messing
with me, but I couldn't stop myself.
"Since day one of school," I told her earnestly.
I think my serious tone took her aback somewhat, but again
the pleased smile appeared.
"So it wasn't just because I'm all dressed up and
wearing makeup instead of being my usual crunchy self?" she asked. This
time, the teasing quality of her voice was more apparent.
"Nope. Crunchy Des is beautiful all the time, I just
never get a chance to tell you."
"I can see why you're such a hit with the moms,"
she murmured just before we entered the den.
She let go of me to rejoin the group, and we relaxed into
our usual roles, joking around as a group and devouring the pizzas her mom had
ordered for us. We stayed there for three or four hours, watched a movie, and
at the cake her mom brought in. All in all, a good birthday party.
The adults had drifted off before the movie ended, so the
house was quiet when Desiree's party was over. Everyone hit the road, but I
stayed behind to say goodbye to her parents; again, my mother's training was
kicking in. She thanked me again for spending time with the grown-ups and, to
me embarrassment, gave me another peck on the cheek, turned me around toward
Des, and said, "Isn't he great?" in a loud voice. "And
"Oh, he certainly is!" Des affirmed, desperately
trying to keep a straight face.
"Well, goodnight, thanks again for having me," I
muttered and headed for the door.
Des caught me before I got my coat on completely. She
grabbed my arm in the hallway, her eyes filled with laughter.
"I'm sorry; I'm sorry! I couldn't resist!"
"No big deal," I assured her somewhat truthfully.
"It's your mom; she's just a little, "
"I know. I'm sorry. But she was right about one thing, "
"You Are very great and handsome," she said
softly. Then she stepped forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Her eyes
were deep and serious, and she pulled back a few inches, watching me, waiting
"Des," I replied in a low voice, "I was
serious when I said you look beautiful all the time. I've always thought so, it's
just that tonight, I saw you looking beautiful in a different way and it made
me realize, " My words trailed off.
"Realize what?" she asked, holding herself just
"How much I want to do this," I told her, crossing
the space between us and kissing her back, letting my arms wrap naturally
around her slender waist.
Des hummed happily, then broke our kiss to smile up at me.
"Far out!" she said softly.
Her mom was still moving around the living room and kitchen
collecting glasses, so Des urged me out onto the broad bluestone steps and
closed the door behind us. The outside lights were on and it felt like snow
again. I pulled my coat all the way on, then opened the front and she stepped
gratefully into the shelter it offered her from the cold. Her body was warm and
lush against mine, and I felt every curve plastered against me as our lips met
Away from prying eyes, her lips parted quickly and her
tongue darted playfully into my mouth. I responded in kind, and our eyes closed
for what seemed like an endless moment as we shared that thrilling rise of
passion for the first time. I could feel my whole body responding, and Des
shifted her weight, clearly feeling the same ripples of pleasure in her core.
"I've got to help my mom," she said
"I've got to get home, too," I told her. "I
don't want to go, though, "
"I know, I don't want you to go!"
Stepping back into me, Des kissed me hard one more time,
then pulled back and looked at me sadly. "I guess we'll have to finish
this some other time," she said.
"Yeah, definitely!" I said urgently.
"Come back tomorrow if it doesn't snow," she said
She smiled, then stepped back and opened the door. I watched
her go and then turned down the icy stairs. Driving home, my mind was filled
with possibilities, and I was grinning like an idiot.
Thankfully, there was only a dusting of new snow when I got
up the next day. I told my parents I would be hanging out with Desiree and
working on a lab report. They nodded, told me to be careful and be home for
dinner, and went back to whatever they were doing.
The twisty back roads were gritty with salt and sand as I
raced toward Des's house. Pulling into the driveway, I noticed fresh tracks
from the garage to the street. When I tapped the bird-shaped knocker, there was
a long pause before I saw a flash of movement through the prisms of glass
beside the door. I heard a click, and the door swung open a few inches. I could
see one of Desiree's dark eyes, a trace of a smile on her lips, a cloud of
brown hair framing her face, a flash of bare thigh, and a thick bathrobe belted
"Yes?" she asked in an imperious tone, raising an
"Good morning, miss," I said earnestly. "Is
your mom home? She told me yesterday that I should come by this morning. I
believe that I was so poised and well-spoken at her party that she wanted to
spend some more time with me, "
"You're disgusting!" Des snorted, swinging the
door open wider. "You probably would go after my mom!"
"Not when you're here," I told her, stepping close
once the door was closed behind me.
Desiree grabbed the lapels of my winter coat and pushed them
back off my shoulders. As the coat slid down my arms, she closed the distance
between us, pressing her warm body against mine. Our lips met, softly at first
and then with increasing passion.
"Come upstairs," she said after pulling back to
"Gone for the day" she replied with a wicked
"Good!" I said fervently. "Let's go!"
She turned with a smile and a swirl of dark hair. Her bare
feet were almost silent on the wooden treads as she flew up the central
staircase. My hiking boots left melting snow behind as I rushed after her. I
almost tripped because I was trying to run upstairs and watch her enchantingly
bare legs as I went; the bathrobe was long, but I could see a lot of her
beautiful form from that angle.
When I got to her room, Desiree was standing on the far
side, the neatly made double bed between us. Posters, tapestries, dried
flowers, and a lingering whiff of sandalwood competed for and lost my attention
as I halted just inside the door.
"You can come in," she said mockingly, a trace of
that same sexy smile on her lips.
I walked to the edge of the bed opposite her.
"This is where I wanted to bring you last night,"
she said. "Once I saw you with my mom, "
"Don't start. I was just being nice, but I'm glad you
"I always noticed you, we just had other stuff going
"Yeah," I replied with my usual brilliance.
"Now I'm all yours!" I told her with my best
"Good. I want to show you something!"
I nodded and told her "Anything you want!"
Her smile grew wider. Then she lifted on knee up onto the
"After you left last night, I came up here when
She leaned forward and put her palms flat on the covers. Her
other foot came off the floor, and she drew herself toward the middle of the
bed, sitting with her knees together, feet tucked under her, and the bathrobe
lying in soft folds on her lap. My eyes were drawn to her bare thighs, then
moved slowly upward, taking in the swell of her full tits under the thick terry
cloth. When I reached her face, I noticed both a smirk on her lips and a smoking,
sensual glimmer in her eyes.
"I was wishing you were here with me," she
continued. "So I threw my clothes over there." She gestured with her
chin, and I glanced at the outfit she wore last night piled in reverse order on
the chair. "And then I climbed into bed, "
Her hands pulled slowly on the bathrobe belt. When it came
undone, the lapels fell apart a few inches, drawing my eyes to the soft valley
of her cleavage. Desiree shrugged her shoulders then, and the soft fabric
slipped back off her shoulders. Her hands came up to cover her tits as they
were exposed, but she kept up her narration.
"And I started thinking about what I would do if you
I stood there in awe as she used her palms to graze her
nipples, making small circles without fully revealing herself to me.
"I got so fucking horny!" she said more intensely.
Her hands fell away from her chest, and as she shoved the bathrobe off her lap
and away behind her, my heart beat faster and I drank in the sight of her tits:
pale globes with dark, tight nipples and wide areolas. They were as gorgeous as
my teenage fantasies had imagined them, and my hands itched to reach for them.
Des dropped her hands to her lap then, and shifted herself
to widen the space between her knees. I followed the motion and was treated to
a glimpse of dark curls before one hand blocked my view. I thought for a moment
she was being modest, but then I noticed her hand moving slowly, caressing
herself with slight up and down motion.
"Just thinking about having you up here last night made
me want you so badly, I ended up sitting just like this, wishing it was you
playing with my boobs, and I was touching myself like this."
Her free hand came up and I saw her pinch her own nipple
delicately, twisting it as she did. Her other hand pressed more firmly into the
shadowy depths of her lap, and I knew her fingers were curled underneath her,
stroking the furry lips of her cunt.
"Show me, " I whispered, finally contributing to
Des smiled again and rose up to her full kneeling height.
From knees to neck, her body was a symphony of pale olive skin and alluring
curves. She kept her hands in place, but seemed to savor my admiration while I
took in the narrow waist, the long muscles of her thighs, and the rippling
Again, she spoke as she played with herself: "My
nipples got really hard thinking about you pinching them, and I started playing
with my clit because I was already so wet for you!"
Looking down, I saw that she had two fingers extended and
they were making tight circles at the base of her mound.
"Sometimes, " she resumed, "I put my fingers
inside to get them wetter." Her hand curled lower for a moment and then
went back to lavishing attention on her most sensitive spot. "Is that what
you would have done to me last night?"
"God, yes!" I told her immediately. She smiled,
but I wanted to raise the stakes a little more.
"I would have started like that, Des, I wish I could
have come upstairs and seen you naked like this! I would have kissed every inch
of you and pinched your nipples and rubbed your clit exactly the way you're
"What else?" she asked in an urgent whisper, her
back arching a bit and her eyes half-closed.
"I would have pushed you back, though, so I could taste
"Umm, I love that idea!" she assured me with a
Her hand left her lap and she brought the two fingers she
had been using to play with herself up to her lips. "I do that all the
time!" she said happily before licking each finger individually. Then she
sucked them both at once, slowly getting every trace of her juices off.
As I stood beside the bed and watched this erotic display,
my cock was achingly hard inside my jeans. I could think of nothing to say; my
mind was gripped by the show in front of me, and I was fantasizing about those
beautiful lips sucking me instead, and I was imagining the taste as well.
Fortunately, Des kept things moving forward. "When I
was thinking about what I wanted you to do to me last night," she began,
"you weren't wearing all those clothes!"
As quickly as I could, I unlaced my boots, shucked off my
jeans and underwear, and whipped both sweater and T-shirt over my head. All
this was hampered by the face that Des was naked in front of me and I couldn't
pull my eyes away from her!
When I was as bare as she was, Desiree took the initiative
again. Bracing her hands on the bedspread, she slipped her feet in front of her
and moved them off the bed. Her legs parted even more as she scooted forward
until her ass was just on the edge of the mattress. This position revealed her
fully; wide-open thighs framed the neatly groomed, silky curls that covered her
mound and along each side of her opening. Her earlier actions had turned her
on, and her inner lips glistened with her arousal.
"What were you going to do to me?" she asked
In a heartbeat, I fell to my knees on the soft rug beside
her bed. My hands went to her inner thighs, pushing them wider apart while my
thumbs did the same for her labia. Leaning in, I licked her from bottom to top,
my tongue broad as I repeatedly lapped up her juices.
Desiree groaned with pleasure, and her arms wrapped around
my head, pulling me into her.
"Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed. "Fuck me with your
With my nose bumping against her clit, I plunged in as far
as I could. Rocking my head, I did exactly as she asked, fucking her repeatedly
