Scott Beckman was enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon watching football when his phone rang. He looked at the screen, “Mom & Dad Landline.” He answered the phone as he turned down the TV volume.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Scott said enthusiastically.

“Hello, Sweetheart,” said his mother. “Do you have a few minutes to talk about your plans for Christmas?”

“I have plenty of time,” he told her.

Mom wanted to know his plans for the week in Oak Valley between Christmas and New Year’s. She knew he’d have friends to see, parties, and so on, but she wanted to make sure he didn’t plan anything for a few family events. Scott told her he had no plans for the two big holidays, but he did have a few other things planned with friends. Then he surprised her by telling her he’d be in town for over two weeks.

**

Scott arrived back in his hometown just before lunchtime on Friday and found his dad waiting for him in the main airport terminal of Oak Valley Regional Airport. He flew in on a private charter Lear Jet this trip. This saved his dad a trip to the airport in Sacramento, just over an hour's drive away, and was less than a hundred dollars extra.

As his dad drove to the family ranch, they caught up on various subjects: Scott’s big work project, some of the local OV gossip, and he heard who else was ripping out vineyards due to market conditions. His dad pulled out twenty acres after last year's harvest and was considering doing it again in January. When they arrived home, Mom was finishing putting lunch on the table.

As they ate, Mom said she wanted to go to the grocery store after lunch to pick up more groceries, saying, “I haven’t had a chance to stock up since you’ll be here so long.” She asked if he’d like to go with her.

Scott looked at his dad out of the corner of his eye, and he was shaking his head up and down, “yes.”

Scott’s parents had been empty nesters for almost a decade, both sixty, and looking forward to retirement. His younger sister, Christie, 27, was back living in OV and was excelling in her real estate career. She was still dating her college boyfriend, Rory, who had moved to town in May and was working as an accountant. Christie and Rory lived together, which did not go over well with her conservative religious parents.

“I’ll push the cart,” Scott announced as he and his mother entered the grocery store. “Just like the good ol’ days,” he joked.

His mother was updating him on some of his relatives who lived in town and those who would be attending the annual Beckman Christmas-palooza. Christie said she had RSVPs from almost fifty guests. They were just about done shopping when they turned the corner into the large produce section. After taking a few steps, Christie gestured and whispered, “Look, it’s Chanel. She moved back to town earlier this year.”

“Yes, Mom, I know. I texted her for her birthday and asked how she was enjoying being back in Mayberry,” he joked.

Scott’s eyes had instantly locked in on the beautiful Chanel Fiori before his mother pointed her out. They were classmates all through elementary school and had always been good friends. Their friends encouraged them to date in high school, but one of them always seemed to be dating someone else. The timing was never right. After graduating from high school, both Chanel and Scott moved to Southern California for college and stayed in the region after earning their degrees.

“I’m going to go say hello,” he told his mother.

As he approached, he loudly said, “Excuse me, miss?”

Chanel turned and looked up from selecting fresh herbs. She smiled when she saw Scott. Sarcastically, she said, “Do I know you?” Both Scott and Chanel started laughing as they opened their arms and gave each other a nice, short hug.

Scott couldn’t believe it, but Chanel looked better than the last time he saw her in town, just over two years ago at their tenth high school class reunion. She stood five-nine, had an athletic build, average breasts, and a gorgeous face. Her long, light brown hair had golden highlights, and she looked like a million dollars. Chanel was dressed casually, but in high-end clothes. She wore form-fitting, tailored blue denim jeans, a white V-neck t-shirt, and red high heels.

Chanel was just as impressed with Scott. He was dressed in khaki chinos, a blue and white gingham button-down, his long sleeves rolled up a bit, and a navy fleece zippered vest. He wore light brown leather shoes and a matching belt. Her eyes were drawn to his gold Rolex watch and college ring, noting how polished he looked. He’d grown a bit since high school and now stood six feet two inches tall, with the broad shoulders the Beckman men were known for. His hair was short and chestnut brown, matching his eyes.

The two old friends talked briefly while Scott’s mother continued shopping for her fruits and veggies. As they said goodbye, he asked, “I’d love to catch up with you more. Are you free for drinks later tonight? Eight or nine?”

“I’d like that,” Chanel said. The two made plans to meet at 8:00 pm at Twenty North, a new upscale cocktail lounge located in downtown Oak Valley. As they hugged goodbye, she gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

When Scott joined his mother, she teased, “Wow, a date for drinks and a kiss on the cheek. Should Chanel’s mom and I start wedding planning?”

“One, you were eavesdropping. Two, it’s just drinks. Three, it was a peck on the cheek,” Scott told her as they walked toward the checkout area.

**

Scott arrived early at Twenty North, thinking it might be crowded because it was a Friday, and the college kids would be home for the extended Christmas break. Once Chanel arrived, they were seated in the section Scott had requested.

“Did you see how many people are here? I can’t believe something this nice is in Oak Valley,” said Scott.

Chanel laughed, “There are a lot more people living here now. I read in the newspaper that the population is about forty-five thousand. When we graduated, it was only thirty thousand. Plus, downtown is booming with restaurants, boutiques, and tasting rooms.”

After ordering drinks, the two started chatting and catching up. Chanel quickly asked, “When do you go back to San Diego?”

Scott smiled, “Not until Monday the fifth. I’ll be here just over two weeks. I’m going to work remotely about half the days.”

Chanel asked a few questions about his job, where he would be working locally, and, finally, “What made you want to spend two weeks back home in Oak Valley?”

“My sister asked me to spend some more time when I was home briefly at Thanksgiving. Christy is worried about our dad’s memory,” he said. “She said mom is in denial.”

Chanel shook her head up and down, “I completely understand. That’s why I moved home in March. My dad passed last summer, and then mom went downhill fast,” she said. “She’s a bit older than your parents; my mom is seventy-one.”

“Let’s talk about something positive,” Scott said. He paused, looking across the table at his old childhood best friend, “Why are you single?”

She fired back in a snarky tone, “I could ask you the same question.”

The reality was that both Scott and Chanel had been in serious relationships for several years. “At the reunion, you said you’d been dating a guy for over a year, and that you thought he was the one. What happened?” he asked.

She looked down into her cocktail, “Last Spring, a few months after we saw each other at the reunion, he was arrested by the SEC (Securities and Exchange Commission) for insider trading. The investigators even went through my condominium with a fine-tooth comb, looking for documents, memory devices, computers, etc.”

Scott was flabbergasted. “Whoa, that is serious stuff. I’m so sorry you had to go through all that drama.” He reached across the table and softly held Chanel’s hand, giving it a little squeeze.

As she looked up, their eyes met. Chanel smiled, “Thank you.”

Scott lifted her hand, bent forward, and kissed the top of her hand with a long, soft peck. The server walked by, stopped, and asked if they’d like another round, and they both nodded yes.

“I can’t drink too much. My cousin and I are going shopping tomorrow. And we’re going to make a grocery list for Christmas dinner. I need to be focused,” she said.

Laughing, Scott said, “OK, Martha Stewart. Since when did you become a good cook?”

Chanel did not appreciate his joke, “Hey, I learned to cook some in college from my roomies, but since college, I’ve taken several cooking classes. I’ll have to have you over for dinner while you’re home.”

“I’d like that. And, I’ll bring the wine,” he said.

The two continued to talk and catch up about their careers, love lives (or lack thereof), and families. They had finished their second drink, and Scott looked around for the server. He couldn’t find her, but he did notice how crowded the bar had become.

“Look at all of these college-age kids,” he said.

“They’re all home from school, and it’s a Friday night. Tomorrow will be a zoo down here. Saturday nights are always busy downtown,” Chanel explained. “Let’s get going.”

After he paid their tab, they pushed their way through the crowded bar. Scott took Chanel’s hand and led her out the front door. Before Scott let go of her hand, he gave it another playful squeeze. They both smiled.

The conversation while walking to her car was a bit awkward as neither wanted their time together to end. Before she could dig her car keys out of her handbag, he stepped towards Chanel, softly held her shoulders, and leaned in for a kiss.

Chanel thought, “Yes! He’s going to kiss me! Show him how much you like him!”

As their lips met, she closed her eyes, and felt his tongue sliding into her mouth. She relaxed her jaw, and soon their tongues were running laps around each other.

Scott’s hands went from her shoulders to her back, and he pulled her in tight against his chest, feeling her rock-hard nipples on his sternum. He softly moaned as he felt her hand on his ass. They kissed several times passionately, for about a minute, before someone drove by honking their horn.

Startled, Chanel said, “I guess we deserved that honk.”

“Yes, we did,” said Scott, laughing. “But it was worth it.”

“Would you like to come over to my house?” Chanel said calmly. “I’d like to continue that kiss. If you want to.”

Trying to hide his excitement, he said, “I want to.”

Flash forward thirty minutes, and the two were on her living room couch, making out like two kids in the back of an empty movie theatre. They had been kissing for over ten minutes. Both wanted to push it to the next level, but were afraid it might ruin their friendship, or of being rejected.

Chanel finally pulled away. Looking Scott in the eyes, “I want to invite you to my bedroom, but I don’t want one night to ruin our friendship.”

“C’mon, I’m sure one of our friends has told you that I’ve had a crush on you forever.” He paused, waiting for her reaction. After three seconds of silence, he continued, “Let’s enjoy this evening and our feelings for each other. I’ll be here two weeks,” Scott said. “That will give us time to figure out our feelings.”

He stood up, offered his hand, and pulled Chanel up to her feet. She threw him a curveball by saying, “Wait here for five minutes. I’ll call for you.”

He nodded, “Sure,” he said. Scott figured she wanted to freshen up a bit or undress and get under the sheets.

Chanel said he could come back to her room after a brief time. When Scott opened her bedroom door, the lights were off, but there were two small bedside lamps on; they both had colorful scarves over the shade, diffusing the light. She also had a handful of fake candles on her dresser, illuminating the room. Best of all, Chanel was standing in front of her bed wearing only a sexy black lace bra and thong set, plus thigh-high fishnet stockings, and the glossy red stilettos from earlier.

“You look gorgeous,” he whispered as he slowly walked toward her. “I’ve dreamed of this half my life.”

Chanel smiled, “Explain that statement.”

Scott told her, “Sophomore year, that’s when my crush on you started. Before then, we were good friends growing up in the neighborhood. That fall, at a football game, I looked at you differently. I looked at you as a woman. A young woman for whom I had feelings.”

She stepped up to him, put her hands around his neck, and teased, “What type of feelings, Mister Beckman?”

“Sexual feelings,” he mumbled. “It was puppy love.”

“How come you never told me?” she asked.

“Because I didn’t want it to ruin our friendship,” he said. Scott then tilted his head down and kissed her forehead. “Let’s get back to this super sexy outfit you’re wearing.”

“Oh, you like it?” she laughed.

Scott quickly said, “Yes! Were you wearing all this at the bar?”

“Yes,” she said, “except the stockings.”

He pulled her in for another passionate kiss. Their tongues slowly waltzed in each other's mouths. Scott then playfully bit her lower lip. When he went to kiss her again, she probed her tongue into his mouth, so he began sucking on her tongue. This made her giggle.

Her bra was soon on the floor thanks to his masterful fingers. Scott kissed down and up her neck several times before licking her nipple. This caused Chanel to moan. When he started sucking on her breast a second time, and flicking her nipple with his tongue, she grabbed his head and moved it to her other breast.

“I love my tits sucked,” she whispered. Chanel’s hands moved from his backside to the large bulge in his pants. She rubbed his growing manhood for a few seconds and then started to unbuckle his belt. “You need to get naked. And so do I.”

As Scott kicked off his shoes, he looked at her and said, “Keep the fishnets and heels. They are so fucking sexy!”

Chanel pulled down her thong and noticed how wet she was.

They were now both naked. She looked at his cock, smiled, saying, “Nice dick. Long, thick, and you’re shaved.” She softly grabbed his schlong and gave him a few strokes. “You must be seven or eight inches, right?”

“About that,” he confirmed. “And as thick as a tube of Pillsbury biscuits. And I wax.”

She went down to her knees and was now at the perfect height to take his monster in her mouth. She opened her mouth, and Scott moved forward a bit, sliding his dick into her waiting mouth. The underside of his cock felt great on the top of her velvety tongue. Chanel used that tongue like an expert, licking the full length of his shaft and swirling around his large crown.

She had both hands on his shaft and slowly stroked him as she sucked on his mushroom-shaped head. Occasionally, one hand would fondle his low-hanging big balls.

“Yes, play with the boys,” Scott moaned. “Lick my sack and suck my balls.”

Chanel looked up and winked at him as she lifted his cock high and did just that. She sucked on each testicle for about ten seconds. Scott noticed her empty hand was now playing with her pussy, and the thin two-inch long landing strip.

“Let’s get on your bed. I want to taste you and make your kitty purr,” he said seductively.

With Chanel on her back and legs spread wide, he positioned himself between her long legs. Scott started at her right knee, kissing down her calf, and then sucking on a few toes. This caused her to moan. He moved to her left foot and licked and sucked on a few more “little piggies” when she moaned again.

Scott chuckled to himself as he kissed and licked his way up her left leg. When he reached the promised land, he took her legs and pushed them back behind her head, giving him full access to her juicy cunt.

First, he admired her natural beauty. Chanel had large labia lips in a nice rose-tan color. With her legs behind her head, he eyeballed her browneye and first licked it, then spit on it. “May I finger your ass?” he asked.

“Yes…” Chanel whispered.

“And may I eat your ass too?” he said.

“Yes,” she whimpered as he was already fingering her starfish.

As Scott went all in on his oral skills to her backdoor, Chanel lay back and genuinely enjoyed the first-class pleasure, “OMG…. You are driving me crazy.”

After a minute, he repositioned her legs, feet on the mattress, knees bent and spread wide open. Scott slowly kissed her pubic area, being careful not to touch her nub. He licked up and down each labia meat curtain and then used his lips to pull on her flesh. His tongue dove into the coochie canyon and finally had a good taste of his old friend.

“Ohhh, Scott… lick and suck on my clit and finger me,” she directed.

A few more trips up and down her canyon with the tip of his tongue resulted in Chanel’s natural river flowing freely. Scott slurped her nectar greedily, telling her, “You taste amazing!”

He then delicately teased her clitoris. His tip circled her pinkish tic-tac, going down and up her gash. She raised her hips some, hoping her clit would make contact with his tongue, but Scott denied her that pleasure.

“My clit. Lick and suck my clit. I need to cum,” she begged.

Mr. Scott Beckman had dreamed of this scene since high school and was finally eating out Miss Chanel Fiori’s hot, wet pussy. He wanted to savor her sweet, yet tart, juices.

He licked her clit with long, slow strokes. Scott looked up to see Chanel with her eyes closed, a smile on her face, her right hand pinching her dark left nipple, and her left hand pulling on the dark pebble.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he said. “Get ready to cum.”

Scott did one more slow lick of her clit, causing her to moan and squeeze both tits. He paused, took a breath, and began to flick her growing nub. Flick, flick, flick, flick, flick, flick, and a short breath. Flick, flick, flick, flick, flick, flick, and a short breath.

Chanel was squirming. She was moaning and mumbling, “Ohhh, fuck! Ohhh, fuck!”

Scott did one more round of six flicks to her sex button before he started sucking and slurping her pearl. He also added two fingers and slowly went in search of Chanel’s G-spot, deep in her bubble gum pink love tunnel. As he sucked, slurped, and applied pressure to her G-spot, Chanel’s moans became yells, “Holy shit!

He soon learned why she was yelling and bucking into his two fingers. Chanel squirted several short blasts. He pulled his fingers out as soon as it started, but he buried his face into her kitty, trying to drink her sex fluid.

Scott was so excited that he made Chanel squirt. In fact, she was his first squirter. Before he could take another slurp, she said, “Fuck me! I need to be fucked hard and fast. Now, Scott!”

This was no ladylike request. This was a loud, direct order. She wanted to be fucked. And she wanted his dick now. Scott moved as quickly as he could, noting that her bedspread was soaking wet from both her flowing river of juices and her squirting.

With Chanel on her back, Scott was kneeling between her legs. He stroked himself a few times, making sure he was hard. He put his arms under her thighs and pulled the vixen toward him as close as he could.

“You’re incredible,” she panted, still trying to catch her breath from that squirting orgasm. “I’ve never, ever, squirted.”

As he slapped his crown on her pussy, Scott admitted, “You’re my first, too.”

He then thrust into her, giving her what she wanted. Scott began slowly and measured and went harder and faster about every five or six thrusts. He soon moved into a missionary, but that didn’t last long as his feet had no traction on the bedspread.

“You want it hard and fast? Get on all fours,” Scott told her.

As they moved, “I love doggy. Fuck my brains out,” said Chanel with a devilish grin.

Scott admired the view of her swollen labia and her browneye as he guided his cock back into her juicy tuna can. He slowly pushed all the way in, balls deep, and held it there. He pulled her back toward him, hitting her cervix.

“Holy shit, you’re so deep,” she moaned. “We’ve both been waiting half our lives to fuck each other, so let’s have fun.”

Scott chuckled, “So you wanted to fuck me in high school. Good to know.” He then slapped her ass and began thrusting in and out of her tight pussy. “We look like porn stars. Look in your mirror.”

Chanel turned her head to the right to focus on her dresser mirror. Sure enough, they were lined up perfectly to watch themselves in the throes of passion.

“Oh shit,” said Scott. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

Chanel looked over her shoulder, “Good thing you’re spending the night, because I love morning sex.”

Scott tried to slow down to prolong the wonderful experience. He assumed Chanel was on birth control, but he said, “If you’re on birth control, I’ll cum in your pussy. If not, I’ll cum on your bedspread.”

“No, I want your cum in my mouth and on my face and tits,” she said between thrusts. “I’m a cum slut.”

This took Scott by surprise, but he was happy to do so. “Get on the floor, hurry!”

Chanel scurried onto her knees adjacent to the side of the bed. Scott was standing in front of her, furiously jerking his cock, trying to orgasm. He looked down and saw this beautiful naked woman on her knees, mouth open, tongue out, and with her hands holding up her tits.

“Cum on me. Gimmie your jizz,” she said. “Spray my face with your cum.”

That’s all it took. Scott’s first blast of spunk was huge. It shot out of his dick and zig-zagged in the air before landing on the left side of her face, from her eye, down her cheek and chin, ending on her neck. It was followed by two quick shots, which went in her mouth and on her tongue. The fourth, and final rope landed on her chest, just above her left boob.

“That first shot was huge,” Chanel said as she began milking the remaining cum from his fat cock. She’d shake his cock so the jizz fell off his crown on her tits. She did this four or five times as Scott seemed to ooze jizz forever.

He helped Chanel up off the floor and led her to the bathroom. As they washed up, Scott teased, “So, I’m spending the night? Do I get pancakes in the morning?”

She looked him in the eyes, via the reflection in the mirror, “No, but I get your sausage.”