A few weeks ago, I was shopping in Castle Court, Belfast, on a Saturday afternoon. I was picking a few G strings from the display racks in Primark when I became aware of a man and a woman who were watching me. As I made my way to the checkout, the man walked towards me and asked, "Kate, do you remember me? I'm Stevie from your class in Mountcollier Secondary."

I was a bit shocked because this middle-aged, bald man with a beer belly looked nothing like the handsome teenager whom I'd known thirty years ago.

"Yes, Stevie Strong, of course I remember you. I heard that you'd moved to England."

Stevie then introduced me to his wife, Sylvia, and told me that he'd been living in England for over twenty years, but had recently returned to live in Belfast.

Sylvia suggested that we should go for lunch, so that Stevie and I could chat about old times, so I paid for my items and we walked to a nearby café.

As we sat in the café, we chatted about school, and Stevie told Sylvia that I had been his girlfriend for a while.

That was true, I had liked Stevie, and he was very kind to me. I used to go to his house after school. He would let me play his records, and I'd usually stay for dinner. I had never had sex with Stevie. In those far-gone days, I was seventeen and still a virgin, and I had only permitted Stevie to grope my boobs a few times while we were kissing.

However, Stevie wasn't my greatest interest because I had become infatuated with Stevie's dad. He had long hair and played in a well-known rock band in the City. He always greeted me with a big smile when I visited his house. He would drive me home at the end of the evening and would always wait until my dad opened the door before he drove off.

I used to lie in bed most nights, touching myself all over and imagining that Stevie's dad was touching me. All I could think about was having my first sexual encounter with this sexy man.

Stevie used to go to the army cadets on Thursday evenings at around seven O'clock, so I decided to call around to his house when I knew that he wouldn't be there.

I arrived at around half past seven and knocked on the door. Stevie's dad answered and informed me that Stevie wouldn't be back until almost ten O'clock. I was still dressed in my school uniform and had a homework book with me. My feeble excuse was that I wanted Stevie to help me with a difficult part of my homework.

I think that Stevie's dad saw through my story right away, because I was the one who used to practically do Stevie's homework most evenings. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

Stevie's dad suggested that he might be able to help me with my homework. I sat beside him on the sofa, making sure that my short skirt showed a lot of thigh and most likely my panties too. Stevie's dad made a few suggestions about my homework, and I scribbled them down in my notebook.

Stevie's dad asked me if I'd like coffee. I told him that I would and went to the kitchen to make it. As I waited for the kettle to boil, Stevie's dad came into the kitchen and put his arms around me from behind. He held me close, and I could feel that he was aroused.

"Why did you come here tonight, Kate?"

I couldn't think what to say, but after some hesitation, I said, "I want you."

He kissed me and told me that he wanted to make love to me. Then he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom.

He placed me on his bed and reached below my school skirt. I felt him tugging at my panties, so I raised myself off the bed a little to make it easier for him to remove them.

Stevie's dad took my hand and got me to stand beside the bed. He kissed me passionately and started to strip me. My blazer was removed and and then he loosened my school tie and unbuttoned my blouse. He kissed my breasts and bit my nipples gently. I was in heaven. This was just how I had imagined it would be when I had been lying in my own bed, touching myself.

Then my skirt dropped to the floor and I stood there naked, apart from my school stockings. He picked me up and laid me on the bed again. Then he took off his shirt and jeans. His cock looked huge. I remember lying there and hoping that it would fit inside my virgin vagina.

"Can I touch it, Mr. Strong?" I asked nervously.

Stevie's dad smiled and said, "Of course you can, and my name's Rob, call me Rob."

I reached out with my right hand and wrapped my fingers around his rigid cock. It felt so thick, and I could feel it throbbing. I'd never held a cock in my hand before and I wasn't really sure what to do next. I wanked his cock slowly at first, and we kissed again. Then he stood up and got me to move over to the middle of his bed, and he positioned himself above me so that his cock was above my face. Then he started tonguing my clit.

I couldn't believe what was happening to me. It all felt so wonderful. I'd dreamt about this since I'd met Stevie's dad, and now my dreams were coming true.

Rob's cock was hovering above my mouth, so I held it and guided it between my lips. I had never sucked a cock before, but I'd watched my dad's VHS porn movies quite a few times when he was out, so I had a good idea what I was expected to do.

I sucked and kissed the head of his cock and licked it with my tongue. I thought that I was doing a great job, but looking back, it was so amateurish. I remember lying there, hoping that Rob wouldn't shoot his cum in my mouth. I think that I might have been sick if he'd done that. Rob was getting excited. His cock was much stiffer, but when he tried to push it down my throat, I gagged and pulled away. He continued licking my clit and fingering my pussy. I have no idea how many fingers he had pushed inside me. I had never felt so stretched.

I got back to licking and sucking on Rob's cock, but after a few minutes, he stopped pleasuring me and told me that it was after nine O'clock and he had to collect Stevie at ten.

"What now?" I asked. I was sure that Rob was about to get up and get dressed. I felt so disappointed.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, Kate. It's what you want, isn't it?"

I didn't reply. I just lay there while Rob got up, and I opened my legs wide. He got between my thighs and pushed his hard cock inside me. I was so wet that it went all the way in on his first thrust. I wrapped my legs around his waist and urged him to fuck me hard. He called me a dirty little whore as he fucked me, but I didn't mind. It's what I was.

Rob pounded my pussy for ages. I lost count of the number of orgasms that I had. I didn't want it to stop. I felt his cock go poker hard inside me, and then he stopped pounding me. He withdrew and told me to roll over, and as soon as I did so, he pushed his cock into me from behind. I felt it go deeper in this position. Then he fucked me even faster and deeper than before. My head had gone light, and my whole body was trembling. Then Rob moaned out loudly and I felt his cock swell as his hot sperm gushed into my womb.

I lay there, gasping for breath and soaked with sweat, until the jets of sperm subsided and Rob pulled his cock out of my vagina. He gave me a final kiss before telling me to get dressed. I took my clothes and went to the bathroom to tidy up. My inner thighs and stocking tops were wet with sperm that was leaking from me.

When I got dressed, Rob drove me home. We didn't speak, but as I got out of his car, he said,

"Don't tell anyone what happened tonight."

My relationship with Stevie didn't last long after that night. I stopped going to his house, and we drifted apart.

As we sat in the café, I wrote my phone number and address on a piece of paper and handed it to Stevie and Sylvia. I told them to keep in touch, but I doubt if they ever will.