We didn't hold out for three years. Not even close. Wayne might have had the willpower to last if I hadn't been so intent on wearing him down. But every time he stopped by to see Dad while I was home, I waited for my chance. As soon as Dad stepped out of the room for another beer or to use the bathroom, I was on Wayne in an instant.

Sometimes I merely teased him, lifting my shirt so I could flash my tits. Other times, I was bolder, sitting next to him on the couch. There, I'd cup a hand between his thighs while planting a kiss on his mouth. 

"Frankie, this is too risky," he would weakly protest. "And we said we'd wait a few years, remember?"

Yet he never failed to return my kiss.

Once I started classes at the community college and got a part-time job, I met plenty of new people. Dad remarked that I'd turned into a social butterfly since I graduated from high school. Though he was glad I had a wider circle of friends, I knew he was nervous about me dating.

And while waiting for time to pass, I did go out with a few guys. I didn't delude myself into thinking that Wayne was no longer seeing (and fucking) plenty of women. He was in his forties and still happily single. As my mom used to say, "A leopard doesn't change his spots."

But I made sure Wayne didn't forget me. How could he when I frequently sent him nudes? My Dad's friend chastised me for being a naughty girl even as he told me how gorgeous and sexy I was. Even as he thanked me for the pictures.

The first time I sent him a photo of my smooth, wet pussy, he rewarded me with a dick pic. I lay on my bed, with the light out and the door locked, and I masturbated to orgasm while staring at my phone's screen. 

Anyone else would have said Wayne's cock was perfectly ordinary. Average in length and girth. Pubes neatly trimmed. But just a glimpse of his erection got me horny and dripping.

We occasionally sent each other dirty texts. I had the feeling he enjoyed teasing himself as much as he got off from teasing me. Maybe he actually believed this was all just a little fun, that nothing more would happen between us.

By the time I finished my first year of college, I was no longer a virgin. I'd wanted to wait for Wayne, I really did. But my desire to experience sex was even more powerful than my desire for him, so I slept with a guy I'd met in my Biology class. We started out as study partners, then became friends. Over spring break, we added the benefits.

My first time was... underwhelming, though the friend I'd chosen to take my virginity was gentle and patient. It hurt, yes, and I didn't come anywhere close to orgasm. Still, I never regretted it. In the back of my mind, I figured Wayne would be more comfortable fucking me if I had at least some experience. 

I managed to resist him for a year. A year to the day, to be exact, since I'd sat on his lap and let him suck my tits. Since I'd come in his arms. The one-year anniversary just so happened to be on a Friday, and I made sure Wayne would be home that evening.

No plans for the night, he replied to my text, which surprised me. Wayne never wanted for a woman's company, if my dad was to be believed. 

Good, I texted back. Then I gave some excuse about needing to talk to him in order to plan something special for my father's birthday coming up.

If Wayne was at all suspicious, he didn't let on. Instead, he wrote: Sounds great, sweetheart. I'll be here.

I already had my outfit chosen. It was a white dress, scandalously short. Beneath it, I would wear a lacy white bra and a white thong. Maybe it was a little ridiculous to show up at his door looking downright virginal, but I wanted to temper my obvious horniness for him with the illusion of innocence.

Before I left the house, I said goodbye to Dad and let him know I'd be home before midnight. He was sitting on the couch, watching television, but after taking one look at me, he frowned.

"Are you just going out with friends, honey?" he asked.

"Yep!" I said brightly. 

"Don't you think..." Dad stroked his chin, careful to keep his eyes averted from my bare thighs. "Don't you think you might get cold later on?"

His discomfort made me giggle. "I'll be okay. I have a sweater in the car."

"For your legs?"

Rolling my eyes, I went to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Haha, very funny. Don't wait up for me, okay?"

"You know I will."

If Dad had known where I was heading, he'd have barred me from leaving. I understood he could never find out about me and Wayne; it would be the end of their friendship. I realized it was Wayne's loyalty to my father which made him hesitant to get involved with me. 

Hesitant, but not completely opposed to the idea.

It wasn't yet dusk when I reached Wayne's house. His wasn't all that different from the one I shared with Dad, a ranch-style with three bedrooms. Just in case he was watching, I did my best to gracefully exit the car and not flash my panties. (There'd be time for that later.)

My heart thumped in my chest, seeming to rattle against my sternum while I climbed the few porch steps. My sandals added little to my height but were comfortable to walk in. I was grateful I hadn't opted for heels.

Wayne quickly answered my knock, leading me to believe he had indeed been keeping an eye out for me. Still, he appeared surprised by my outfit.

As his gaze drifted over me, he let out a low whistle. "My, my, you look absolutely beautiful, Frankie."

I brushed an auburn ringlet back from my face and tried not to giggle from my pleasure at his compliment. Since graduating from high school, I hadn't lost any of the weight which used to make me so self-conscious, but I was now much more comfortable in my own skin. That was in no small part due to Wayne, who was the first to convince me of my attractiveness. The way he responded to me that day in my living room did wonders for my self-esteem.

"You're looking very fine yourself," I told him.

He had to have known something was up when I invited myself over tonight. Otherwise, he wouldn't be wearing a polo shirt. Though he had on jeans, they weren't the kind he wore to work. No, these were much nicer. I was certain that if he turned around, I'd find those jeans perfectly hugged his firm, sexy ass.

Maybe Wayne saw the blatant hunger in my expression; I was trying not to drool. Raising an eyebrow, he said, "You're not here to talk about planning something for your dad's birthday."

I shook my head. "We can do that over the phone."

He did his best to look mildly disapproving. "It hasn't been three years, Frankie."

I'd anticipated some pushback. Already, I decided my best course of action was to be firm. So I stepped closer to Wayne, forcing him to retreat a little into the living room. 

"I'm done waiting," I said. Now, I was inside his house, with the door closed behind us. Just inches separated me from the man I'd wanted for an entire year.

He searched my face, as if trying to convince himself I was ready. I took the opportunity to study him. His hair was still thick, but I noticed a few gray strands. His beard had a few as well. New lines, some faint and some more prominent, had formed around his eyes. 

His body remained strong, though he'd started to grow just a little soft in the midsection. A year had changed him, just as it had changed me.

"You're still so young," he whispered.

"I'm nineteen," I reminded him. "And you won't be my first."

The left side of his mouth ticked upward in a smile. "So there's another lucky bastard out there, the man who got to be your first."

As he spoke, he reached for me, and I readily let him draw me close. I brushed my lips against his. "I would have given you everything that day at my house."

Wayne's hands slid down my back, toward my ass. "And you might have regretted it." He buried his face in my neck. I heard him take a deep breath to draw in my scent.

"Never," I insisted. "I always wanted you. So are you gonna keep making me wait?"

I gasped when he grabbed my buttocks and pressed me hard against him. "Not another second."

His mouth found mine. That kiss was both familiar and exhilarating. It had a heat which I'd desperately missed. When I started rocking my hips, he gave my lower lip a playful bite.

"Do you know how many times I've imagined being inside you?" he said. "And those pictures you sent!" His mouth traveled to my neck, where he delivered another nip, this one sharper. "You tormented me, Frankie."

Now I did giggle. "I just wanted to keep you interested."

Wayne took my hand and guided it to his groin. Already, he was hard beneath his jeans. "Feel how interested I am," he said.

With his fingers circling my wrist, he led me to his bedroom. On the way there, I glanced around and saw that the house had a hastily tidied look about it, as if he'd straightened up for my benefit. The thought of him doing that, hoping to make a good impression, caused me to want him even more.

Just outside his bedroom door, Wayne turned and cupped my face in his hands. "Are you sure, Frankie? Really sure?"

I emphatically nodded. "More than anything," I said, then gave him a hard kiss. 

His bed was neatly made, a single lamp glowing on the nightstand. He released me only long enough to pull his shirt over his head and unbuckle his belt. Stepping forward, I slid my palms over his broad chest, feeling the coarse hair covering his skin. A shiver went through him when I grazed my lips over his right nipple.

The man had me out of my dress in record time. Drinking in the sight of my skimpy bra and panties, he said, "You look like a gorgeous bride."

Playfully, I lowered the straps of my bra, teasing him the way I had the first time he got to see my tits. Now, he reached forward to unhook the bra's clasp and remove the undergarment altogether.

"I've missed these," Wayne whispered as his fingers toyed with my nipples. I looked down to watch him fondling me. All the while, the ache between my thighs intensified. 

Losing patience, I worked at the button and zipper of his jeans. "Talk about teasing," I said, my voice trembling along with my hands. "That dick pic you sent got me horny as hell."

"Now you get to see the real thing."

Moments later, I had him in my hand. He was so hard and warm! A moan escaped his lips while I gently explored the length of his dick. 

It was then that he said my name, his voice low. I raised my head, eyebrows lifted expectantly. 

Wayne kissed me forcefully enough to steal my breath. In his grasp, I was totally yielding. I let him ease me onto the edge of his bed and spread my legs apart.

His stare was hot, bordering on unrecognizable, while he finished undressing. That gorgeous cock strained upward, ready to take me. And I would have let him that very minute. 

But he sank to his knees before me. I tried to control my shallow breathing as he set about removing my sandals. I laughed when he lifted my foot to his lips and kissed the sole. My giggles dissolved into moans the moment he sucked my toes to give me a preview of how incredible his mouth felt.

Finally, he slid his hands upward, along my calves and inner thighs. A tremor of need overtook my body as his fingers drew closer to my pussy. 

He stroked the crotch of my panties, delighting in the dampness he found there. 

"I fucking love how wet you are," he said.

"That's because of you."

Wayne replaced his fingers with his mouth. I whimpered at the sensation of his tongue teasing me through the thin fabric of my underwear. 

"Please," I whined.

My begging seemed to unleash something within him, for he hurried to pull my panties down my legs. Though his touch was almost rough, I found I loved it. I wanted him excited to the point that he could barely control himself.

"I'm dying to eat this sweet pussy," he said just before burying his face between my thighs.

"Aah, fuck!" I wove my fingers through Wayne's hair, trying not to grab too hard. His mouth was nothing short of exquisite, hot and wet while devouring my cunt. I squealed when he probed my opening with his tongue tip. 

For a time, he contented himself with exploring my inner lips. Occasionally, he made a lazy circle around my clit, only to return to sucking on my plump outer labia. The feel of his finger easing into me only heightened my arousal.

"Make me come! I need it so bad," I cried. I'd never been so horny in my life, and I knew it wouldn't take much to push me right over the edge of orgasm.

Wayne lifted his head, studying my face while gently working his finger in and out of my pussy. "My God, you're good and tight, Frankie."

"I've only had sex once."

My revelation made him groan with barely contained lust. His touch remained gentle, but when his tongue finally lashed my clit, the pace he used caused my thighs to shake. He licked and sucked, his finger sounding obscene as it fucked my sopping wet cunt.

My eyes rolled, and it was all I could do to remain sitting upright. My clit pulsed beneath Wayne's skilled tongue. I sensed pleasure coiling tight within me, ready to pull every muscle in my body taut.

"I'm... I'm gonna come!" I panted. As if they had a mind of their own, my hips began bucking; I was soon grinding my pussy hard against Wayne's mouth.

He moaned in encouragement, his finger curling upward inside me. For a few seconds, all the tension in my lower body slackened. I feared I was losing control altogether. 

Then the contractions gripped me, and I clung to Wayne while screaming through clenched teeth.

His tongue kept up its relentless pleasuring until I pleaded for mercy. I was still shaking, trying to catch my breath, and my clit had grown almost painfully sensitive.

Wayne lingered on his knees, his lips gliding over my inner thighs. I stroked his hair, smoothing down the strands I'd tousled. 

When he lifted his head to meet my eyes, his smile was full of affection. I sensed he was waiting for me to make the next move.

And I didn't hesitate. 

"I want you to make love to me," I told him.

He climbed to his feet, and I discovered his erection hadn't weakened while he focused on bringing me to orgasm. I couldn't resist circling my fingers around that hardness. He gasped, his cock twitching against my palm.

Leaning forward, he drew me up from the bed. To my mortification, I discovered I'd left a damp spot on his bedspread. My confidence faltered as I wondered if it was normal to get that wet.

"I'm sorry," I blurted out.

Wayne kissed me to silence my apology, then whispered, "Don't ever be sorry for that."

As I stood in his embrace, he lowered his head to capture my nipple with his mouth. It was a good thing I was on my feet; otherwise, I probably would have saturated the covers with my pussy juice!

While he lavished attention on each of my breasts, I felt his hard dick prodding my skin. My eyelids drifted closed, and a smile danced on my parted lips. I knew Wayne was obsessed with my tits, so I was more than happy to let him enjoy them.  

Once he moved to draw back the covers, I wasted no time sliding between the clean sheets. His cock continued throbbing as he retrieved a condom from the nightstand drawer. 

"I'm on the pill," I told him. "You don't have to use a condom if you'd rather not." I knew how guys claimed sex felt so much better without one.

Wayne gave me another of those tender smiles. "I want to take care of you, sweetheart," he said. "I never want to cause you any grief."

An unplanned pregnancy, particularly at my age, and under these circumstances, would certainly cause me grief. Once again, Wayne was looking out for me.

After joining me in bed, he held out the condom. "Do the honors. Show me what you've learned."

I blushed at the invitation. It was a wonder my hands were steady enough to complete the task, but once I finished, Wayne nodded in approval.

"Good girl," he said, which sent a fresh surge of arousal straight to my pussy.

He drew me close, and we shared another kiss. I welcomed the way he eased me onto my back and then settled his body upon mine. Immediately, I spread my legs, giving him access to my entrance. A fierce ache had begun deep within my pussy; I was beyond ready for this!

Wayne must have seen that in my face, for he readily reached between us to guide his sheathed tip to my opening. But instead of entering me right away, he slid his dick along my folds, gathering up my juices.

Then he slid inside with a gentle, fluid thrust. I moaned from that initial penetration, the ache growing sharper. A twinge of pain quickly morphed into satisfaction.

Wayne gazed down at me. "You okay, angel?"

I flashed a reassuring smile. "I'm perfect."

"You certainly are." He angled his head so he could kiss me. When our tongues met, he dared to move his hips.

"Every day of the past year," he confessed, "I wanted this. I wanted you."

His words made my own hips strike up a matching rhythm. With my palms against his back, I had to resist the urge to claw at his skin. It wasn't that I wanted to inflict pain. No, I just needed an outlet for the dizzying rush of bliss overtaking me.

I felt Wayne's hot breath on my face. His lips, then his teeth, grazed my neck. My cries joined his groans as he thrust faster.

When I lost control and raked my nails along his back, he growled out a yes, letting me know he enjoyed it. 

Soon, we were both sweating and panting. His muscles tensed beneath my touch, leading me to wonder if he was struggling to last. As his cock pumped in and out of my pussy, I basked in the warmth pooling low in my belly. Something was rising, threatening to spill over.

And then it did. My body wrenched, lifting my spine from the bed. In response, Wayne drove himself into me, wild from his own need. 

"That's it, Frankie, come!" he cried.

My spasms were so powerful that I had no doubt Wayne could feel each one through the condom. They hadn't yet begun to subside when he climaxed with me. 

"Fuck!" he choked out while buried inside my cunt. I could hear the satisfaction, and the relief, in his voice. I felt him shudder in my arms.

Taking no chances, Wayne gave himself only a moment to recover before he carefully pulled out. I lay there, trembling as if I was freezing cold, though my skin burned hot. I watched Wayne remove the condom and discard it in the trash can on the other side of the bed. 

At my side once more, he pulled me into an embrace. Lifting my head, I offered him my mouth, and he claimed it with a tender kiss.

"Thank you for tonight," he whispered.

"Aren't you glad we didn't wait three whole years?"

"So glad," he replied.

Tracing heart shapes on his chest with my fingertip, I went on. "But we did wait a year, so we need to make up for lost time."

That made him laugh. "Is that your way of saying you want to do this again?"

"And again, and again, and again." Our eyes met, and I flashed what I hoped was a confident smile. "I know we have to keep this a secret. And even if we didn't, I understand you're not interested in being in a committed relationship."

Wayne flinched, appearing caught off guard. "It's not that, Frankie, it's just..."

I shook my head to quiet him. "It's okay," I insisted. "You don't have to explain. But a year ago, you made me promise I wouldn't settle for a relationship with someone who doesn't appreciate me. And I've kept that promise. So, while I'm single, and you're single..." I pressed my lips to one of the invisible hearts I'd drawn on his skin. "I want to keep seeing you. Not for romantic dinners and weekend getaways. For this."

As Wayne held me to him, I heard his pleasured sigh. "You really are the sexiest woman I've ever known," he said. "And I'm the luckiest man on Earth."