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High school sweethearts can and do make it.
Thirty years ago,as a junior in high school, I fell in love with a twin. I had noticed Frances and her twin sister, Ilona, seniors, playing badminton on the school's intramural squad. I asked the coach if I could play and was told I could play boys singles. At the time, Frances was supposed to play mixed doubles, but one day she and her partner needed some one to practice against, so she asked me if I would team up with her sister, Ilona, and play against her and her partner. To make a long story short, Ilona and I beat Frances and her partner like a drum. He got pissed off, and said he wasn't going to play mixed doubles. That left Frances without a partner, and Ilona was already set up to play girls doubles. The coach asked me if I would play mixed doubles with Frances instead of singles, and I readily agreed.

After several weeks of daily practice, we played in the county intramural tournament, and much to our surprise, we won the mixed doubles trophy. I had started developing strong feelings for Frances, and asked her to go to the Prom with me several months later. The night of the Prom, I asked her if she would marry me and she said yes. What can I say. I was young and foolish, and didn't stop to think that she would be starting to attend the local college, while I would be sitting here finishing high school. We continued to date, but she got involved with a sorority, and pretty soon it became obvious that things were not the same. I would call her to go out, and she would be "busy" or her sorority had plans. One day, she called me to say that she still cared for me, but wanted to be free to explore herself. She would call me.

The next fall, after I graduated from high school, I started college at the same school she was going to. I would see her around campus. When I saw her in the library, I would sit where she could see me, acting like a typical moon-struck calf. I would see her going out with the same guy, and discovered that he was on the track team. I went out for the track team. This was back in the days when track was truly an amateur sport, and there was no such thing as scholarships for a track team. One day, while dressing out I heard one of the guys giving Frances' boy friend a hard time about the fact that he was apparently not getting any sex from her. That made me feel good. The school year ended and it had been a year and a half since I had actually spoken to Frances. That September, shortly after school started, Frances called me. 

"Tommy, it's Frances, can I talk to you? I know that I haven't called you like I said I would, but I need help with my Spanish classes. Could you please consider coming to my house and helping me?"

Because I had lived in Venezuela, I spoke Spanish fluently. Because I hadn't expected the phone call, I was tongue-tied and couldn't get any words out. She took my silence to mean no and hung up the phone. After recovering from the shock of the call, I jumped in my old clunker and raced over to her parents' house. In those days we all still lived at home. After ringing her door bell I waited and when she answered the door, I told her "Frances, when you called I was so surprised that I couldn't say anything. I'm going to say three things to you now. One, of course I'll help you with your Spanish. Two, the price for my help is that you have to go out with me a couple of times. Three, I still love you, always have, always will. Do you still want my help?"

"Tommy, I'll gladly take your help, and I'll gladly go out with you if you really want me to."

Over the next couple of weeks, I would go over to Frances's house and help her with her studies. After a few hours, we'd go out for something to eat. One night, after eating, I drove out to one of the spots where we used to go parking and I would drive myself nuts kissing her and wishing she would let me touch her. When we got there, I turned the car off and looked at Frances.

"Frances, you don't really need my help with your Spanish. Why did you ask me to help you?"

"Tommy, I was afraid to just call you up and ask you if you wanted to go out. I didn't know if you had a girlfriend or not. I did see you on campus with a couple of different girls. I didn't know if you even wanted to ever hear from me again."

"Frances, you have no idea how much I have missed you. When I came to your house the other day and told you I still loved you, I meant every word of it. Come here." Frances slid across the seat and into my arms. (In those days only sports cars had bucket seats and I definitely did not have a sports car). The year and a half without her melted away. I began to kiss her and hug her, and as her breathing got heavier, I got braver, and let my hand slide over her breast. For the first time, she didn't remove my hand. I slowly slid my hand inside her t-shirt and cupped her breast through her bra. Eventually, I reached around and unsnapped her bra, and for the first time, I was able to feel her tender flesh, and her nipple, which was quite hard by this time. I lifted her shirt and exposed her gorgeous breasts, and slowly lowered my mouth and began to suck each breast. After a while, I dropped my hand down to her lap and tried to rub her pussy through her shorts.

She began to moan, but said "Tommy, please stop, I'm not ready for that. I'm still a virgin and I want to stay that way."

I stopped, even though it was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do to that point in my life. Over the next few months, she let me play with her tits, and would let me rub her pussy through her clothes, but would always stop me when I would try to slide my hand inside her pants.

One night, as I was rubbing her pussy, I took her hand and put it on my cock, which was trying to rip a hole through the front of my jeans. "Frances, do you feel what your body does to me? Do you remember the night of the Prom when you said you would marry me? I still want to marry you. I want to live with you forever. I want us to have a family, I want to make love to you, every chance I get. Not just fuck you, but make love to you. Can you understand that? Will you marry me?"

"Yes, Tommy, I will."

Over the next year, we continued to date, but she let me play with her pussy, without any clothes in the way. I learned what turned her on the most, what would make her come the hardest. One day during that time, I told her, "Frances, unzip my pants. If I can play with your pussy, then it's only fair that you play with my cock. I can't keep going home with blue balls." 

As she pulled my cock out of my pants, I lifted my ass up so I could slide them down my legs a little. My cock was slick with pre-cum, and I showed her how to pump my cock. That first time, I lasted about ten strokes and then blasted a stream of hot, sticky cum into the air and all over Frances' hand and my belly. As we cleaned ourselves up, I told her that it would be less messy, if she would let me come in her mouth.

"Tommy, I'm not sure I would like that. Some of my sorority sisters talk about giving their boyfriends blowjobs, deep throating their cocks, and all of that, but I'm not sure I can, or want to. Can you understand that?"

"Frances, I wouldn't force you to do anything you don't want to. But, please think about it."

A couple of weeks later, I moved out of my parent's house into a small apartment near the campus, without telling Frances. The next time we went out, I brought her to my apartment after our date.

"Tommy, what is this place?"

"This is my place. I want it to become our place." 

I led her by the hand to the bedroom, and laid her down on the bed. I slipped my hand under her skirt and inside her panties. After a few minutes, I pulled her panties off of her and began to undo her skirt. Soon she was completely naked on my bed, and as I played with her and gently fingered her pussy, I sucked on the nipples of her beautiful tits. As we kissed, she was moaning into my mouth, and slowly pumping her pussy up against my hand, driving my fingers deeper into her. I let my lips slide down her body, kissing her tits, her abdomen and soon got to her pussy. There for the first time, I was able to nibble and suck on her clit. I was sure that I had never tasted anything as sweet as the nectar which was flowing out of her and down between the cheeks of her ass. As I sucked and licked her, sliding my tongue between the beautiful lips of her pussy, she began pumping her body ever harder against my mouth.

"Tommy, oh my God, what are you doing to me. You've never made me feel this way before. It feels like my pussy's on fire! Tommy, I'm going to come, I'm going to come, OH MY GOD", she screamed and clamped her thighs on my head. As she came I felt a jet of pussy juice shoot out of her and down my throat, catching us both by surprise. I swallowed every drop of her pussy juice, and kept licking her pussy from her ass to her clit. In a few minutes she started pumping her pussy against my mouth harder and harder. I tried to drive my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could, and nibbled her clit. She erupted a second time and squirted so hard and so much cum that I couldn't swallow it all.

As we laid next to each other catching our breath, I felt her hand gently grasp my cock and start to stroke it. As she did, she asked me, "Tommy, what did I taste like when I came?"

I reached down to her pussy and slowly slid two fingers deep into her, pulled them out and brought them to her lips. As I rubbed them on her lips, I told her, "Lick my fingers. You'll see how sweet you taste, and why I want to eat you every chance you will give me."

Frances rolled over on her side and slid down so that her mouth was level with my cock. She tentatively stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of my cock, licking some of the pre-cum which was liberally coating the head of my cock. After a few more licks she opened her mouth and slid the tip of my cock into it. I didn't want to move or say anything, afraid she might stop what she was doing. She slowly slid her mouth back and forth over the head, then lifted her mouth off and looked at me.

"This isn't bad. I don't see why some of my sorority sisters don't like it."

"Frances, you already know what happens when I cum. I love what you're doing and I don't want you to stop. But if you don't stop, at some point, I'm going to cum, and the way I feel now, it'll be sooner rather than later. I'll warn you when I get ready to shoot my load, but you won't have much warning. You'll have to decide whether you want me to cum in your mouth or not. If you want to take me in your mouth, you have to decide whether you want to swallow my cum, or spit it out. I hate to sound so clinical, but one girl I dated when we were apart told me that she didn't like to be caught by a surprise shot of cum down her throat. She swallowed, but didn't like the surprise. If this has killed off your mood, I understand, but I hope you'll try again soon."

"Is this soon enough," she asked as she slid her mouth back over the end of my cock?

As she began to bob her head up and down over my cock, she took more and more of it in her mouth. As I got more and more turned on, my body started pumping up and trying to get more and more of my cock down her throat. After about a minute, I knew I wasn't going to last. "Frances, I'm cumming, Oh God, I'm cumming!"

Frances pulled her head back but kept her mouth open and just an inch or so from my cock. She stroked my cock a couple of more times and a tremendous rope of hot cum shot out of the end of my cock, into her mouth. Frances closed her mouth, and the next three or four streams of hot cum struck her on her cheeks and chin. I watched her as she swirled my cum around her mouth to taste it, and then swallowed! She then took her finger, and wiped my cum from her face, and as she looked in my eyes she said "Tommy, I love you," placed her finger into her mouth and licked it clean.

I looked her, somewhat shocked, because I hadn't expected what had just happened.

"Don't look so shocked, Tommy. You warned me, but I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, so I just decided to try and see if I liked it. In the future, I think we'll try to avoid making a mess of the sheets. It wasn't bad at all!"

Did I mention that Frances had a sense of humor?

I reached over and started fondling her tits with one hand, and slid my other hand down to her pussy. I slipped my fingers between the engorged folds of her pussy, deep into the heated depths of her innermost being. As I gently began to pump my fingers in and out of her pussy, she began to thrust herself up against the palm of my hand which rested on her wonderful mound. The base of my middle fingers rested on her clit, and as she pumped against my hand, I ground down against her clit, and curled my fingers up against her G-spot. After only a couple of strokes, she clamped her legs together, trapping my hand in her pussy. Moaning, she pumped harder and harder, until suddenly I felt the flood of her cum against my hand. My cock was again hard as a rock, and I was moaning in frustration, as I dry humped against her hip.

"Frances, please let me make love to you. I need you."

"Tommy, I can't. If I make love to you now, I could get pregnant, and I'm not ready to be a mother yet! I promise that I'll let you make love to me soon, but not yet."

I loved her so much that I accepted the situation, but I kept trying. She wouldn't come to my apartment after every date, nor would she let me play with her every time, but she did do it more and more often.

I survived these trying times, because Frances really became an outstanding cock-sucker. When we would get into bed and play with each other, she would let me play with her, eat her, finger her pussy and finally explode into a cum squirting orgasm. All of this would naturally lead into me lying there with blue balls, leaking pre-cum all over myself. Finally, she would have mercy on me, and move in for the kill. She would smile at me and while looking deep into my eyes with her deep blue eyes, would slowly slide her mouth down over my cock. She had quickly learned to take my cock deep into her throat, and somehow, as she would slide her mouth up and down my cock, when I was as deep as she could get me, she would swallow, and the swallowing motion of her throat would squeeze my cock, just as if I were in her pussy. The feeling this created was incredible. Frances learned how to make me cum, without ever having to stroke my cock with her hand. Once she mastered this technique, it literally became a sex session with me fucking her throat. As I would get ready to cum, I would tell her "I'm cumming" and she would stop on the downstroke, with my cock deep in her throat, and start swallowing, milking my cock, until I started shooting streams of my hot cum down her throat, giving her something to swallow.

On my 21st birthday, we went out to dinner and we were going to a movie, when Frances told me to go to my apartment. As soon as we got in the door she turned around and kissed me. As she kissed me she reached down and started stroking my cock through my pants. As I started to grow, she unzipped my pants, reached in and pulled my cock out, grabbed it and led me into the bedroom. When we got to the bed, she pushed me down on it, and began to undress me. As I lay there, I looked at her and said, "Frances, what the hell are you doing? You've never done this to me before."

"Tommy, it's your birthday, and I'm your present." She slowly undid her blouse and slid it down her arms, dropping it to the floor. Next, she undid her skirt, and did a little twirl as it followed her blouse to the floor. As she leaned over me to give me a kiss, I grabbed her by her arms and pulled her to me, then reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, baring her gorgeous tits. As I took her bra off, I threw it away, and took one of her nipples into my mouth, and gently sucked on it. I played with her other tit and nipple as I sucked, then switched.

"I don't want it to feel left out," I told her. "God I love you. You feel fantastic." I reached down to slide her panties off her nice tight ass, and she pulled away from me.

"Nope, not yet mister." She grabbed my jockeys by the waistband, and pulled them off my butt and off my feet. "Now, you look a lot better. Have I ever told you how much I love you, and how much I love your patience with me?" She swung her leg over my body and positioning her panty clad pussy on my cock, she gently began to rub herself back and forth along my shaft, which was rapidly hardening from "stiff" to "diamondcutter" hardness. After a few minutes of this, I was bordering on losing control.

I managed to gasp, "Frances, I'm about to cum! God, what are you doing to me?" As I said this, she stopped and knee walked up to my chin. I could smell her delectable odor. I tried to reach her pussy with my tongue, but she had stopped an inch too far away. I grabbed her by the ass to pull her to my mouth, but she braced herself against the headboard, and I couldn't pull her close enough. I realized that she was still athletic and very strong. Talk about frustrating!

"Tommy, stop! Do what I tell you. Slide my panties down." As she said that, she rose up on all fours so that I could take them off. As I slid them down, I looked down between us at her pussy, and couldn't believe what I saw!

"Frances, you shaved your pussy! It looks..." I was at a loss for words. I reached between us and slowly, gently, slid a finger between the lips of her pussy. The smoothness and wetness was so incredible I couldn't get enough. I curled my finger and pushed it deep into Frances's pussy, as far as I could reach. As I did, Frances sat up on my chest.

"You want to taste?" she asked with a grin, knowing what my answer would be.

"Hell yes!" I answered. She moved up and placed her pussy against my lips. As I licked, I also sucked her clit into my mouth. Once I had a good grip on her clit, I gently began to nibble on it, which we had discovered would drive her into a frenzy. The feel of her smooth, bald pussy, drove me wild. I licked and slurped and tried to drive my tongue as deep into her as I could. I had learned how to tell when she was close to cumming. It would feel like her pussy would try to turn itself inside out. When that happened, look out! The geyser was next!
After she had flooded my mouth, and we had gotten our breath back, she rolled off of me, laid next to me, and pulled me over on her. I could feel my cock, lying on her mound, between us.

"Tommy, this is the rest of your present. Tonight, I'm yours." As she said that, Frances spread her legs out from under me, and brought them up and over my hips, opening up that wonderful pussy to me.

"Frances, are you sure?"

"I have never been more sure of anything in my life. I started taking the pill a while ago, so that we wouldn't have to worry. I want that beautiful, hard cock in me, tonight, tomorrow, and forever."

I reached down and placed my cock at her hot, wet opening, and gently began to push my way into her. The heat and wetness was like a warm, wet glove wrapped around my cock. We both began to moan as I slowly pushed my way in. There was a momentary resistance as I finally took my Frances' virginity. "You're mine, forever and ever," I told her. Slowly, slowly, I began to pump my cock in and out of her, feeling the walls of her pussy clasping, trying to hold on to my cock as it pulled out, then relaxing as I pushed back in. As I began to stroke faster and faster, Frances thrust her pussy up against me, trying to get as much of me into her as she could, pulling my ass down against her with her hands. As we both began to moan with passion, I wrapped my arms around her and held her, and kissed her lips. I couldn't get enough of her.

"Hold me, Tommy, hold me, oh God you feel so good!" Suddenly I felt Frances' pussy gush as she clamped her legs around me. I couldn't hold on and felt a tremendous surge in my balls and my cock, and my cum shot deep into her hot pussy. As our heartbeats began to come back into a normal range, Frances started giggling.

"I love you so much, but you're crushing me. If you really want me forever, you better roll off."

As I think back to that first time, I realize how lucky and fortunate I am, that I am holding Frances in my arms, my cock is buried deep in her wonderful pussy, and as I kiss her, I whisper, "Happy Anniversary my Love."

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