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WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women. No testing on animals
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A Blast from the Past
(MF cons)

I opened Outlook and a message popped up:

    Hello Mike, this is Brenda. How are you? How I do
remember you. It all started in art class and then
your garage and the last time I saw you, you where on
leave and we went to magic mountain. I am married 20
years and have two boys 16 and 22. I am 5'9" and 133
pounds. I still have hair down to my butt and yes the
chest is still there :~). I am still "very"
ornery!!!!!!! Do write back,
 love, Brenda

What? Brenda. I haven't thought about her in years.
Let's see... I was a senior and she was a freshman. Cute
girl with long hair and wonderful eyes. Definitely
didn't have a freshman body. Her sister who was also a
senior had an enormous set and Brenda was on her way
even as a freshman. Hmm, 5'9 and 133, she sounds like
she's still in pretty good shape. My garage? I wonder
what that's all about? 

I remember trying to get something going with Brenda,
but it just didn't work out. I never knew why. I had
really liked her. I had dated a little bit but this
was the first time I'd ever been serious with a girl.
I remember being disappointed that it never went
further. Now she's writing me like I was a long lost
boyfriend. I didn't even get to second base. Well,
it's true I got to third but without ever getting to
second and no way did I hit a home run. That doesn't
make sense but this is what happened. I went over to
her house after school one day. We were standing
around between her house and the garage in this little
alcove out of sight. She let me kiss her. She wouldn't
let me touch her tits. She kept using her elbows to
keep my hand from going under her shirt. Pretty soon
she was getting hot and she let me reach down and
unsnap her jeans. Jesus, I thought. I'd never gotten
this far before with a girl. I reached into her jeans
nearly breaking my wrist from the tight confines. This
was back in the days of skintight jeans, no relaxed
fit then. She was already wet. My heart was beating
like crazy because I was so unsure of what to do. I
mean, I didn't know how to do a girl. I played with
her a little and managed to get my finger inside her.
She looked like she was enjoying it. I can't tell you
how long it lasted. It was an eternity to me at the
time. We heard a door open and I nearly died. She
stuffed her shirt back in and buttoned her jeans as I
jumped back to the other side of the alcove. Nobody
came but the mood was broken. We never did anything
even close to that again.

How did she get my address? Oh it's from
classmates.com. That's right. I had surfed across that
site a few months ago and registered and then forgot
about it. So she didn't know my e-mail address. I'd
have to respond for her to know if I even got this
e-mail. Should I respond? She's married, but she's
describing herself like a personals ad. What to do?

The next day I sent her this:

      Brenda? Really? Talk about a blast from the
past. I am really surprised.
It's funny, I have thought about you over the years
and I guess I never expected to hear from you. I hate
to admit it but I don't remember the Magic Mountain
trip too well. I always remember one time we were
together outside your house. I can still see the day,
sunny, it was about 5, I remember the jeans you were
wearing and the blouse. And I remember touching you,
the electric feeling it generated. It is just as clear
in my mind today as it was then. Gosh it was nice to
hear from you. Do you have any pics you could send
along? I've only got this one. Hope it doesn't scare
you too much...
So, fill me in. Where do you live now? What do you do,
besides try to keep from strangling your 16-year-old,
lol? 
Ok, the one minute rundown on me. Moved to Northern
California. After the Air Force I went back to school
and got an MBA. No kids. I had an art minor and
dabbled with that. I'm a good cook. One cat. I guess
that's it in a nutshell.
Still buzzed from the pleasant surprise,
Mike

The following day this appeared:

      Hello love, 
      Oh yes I remember the feelings so well!!!!!! Do
you remember the art machine you had in the garage and
we would pour paint into it and it would spin and make
art. Magic Mountain was when you where on leave and
you bought me a hand blown rose and I still have it.
Your picture is good, you are a cutie. Give me an
address and a phone#. I will call next week. Also the
time you got burned, oh god I felt so bad about that.
I did not know until after you got out of the
hospital, and I would have spent the whole time next
to your bed, that is why I was mad. I also remember
you could do flips. Whew!! hahahahaha
Write soon,
love, Brenda
Oh yeah. I live only 30 miles away.

I remember the art machine. It was a motor with a clip
attached. You put a flat card on it and put enamel
paints in the center and turned it on. The paint would
spread over the card. Some of the stuff was actually
good. I laughed to myself; I sure can't do flips
anymore. That was a long time ago. I got burned that
year on the legs. Had to miss some school and I still
have scars on the ankle from it. I wish she had been
by my bed. What does the research show, teenage boys
think about sex on average sixty times an hour?
Confined to bed and thinking about sex like that I
sure would have loved to have her in my bed not just
beside it.

She only lives 30 miles from me. That is just too
amazing a coincidence. And then there's all the lovey
stuff. My mental warning receiver went off. Now, like
all men, I know I'm irresistible to women but a woman
I haven't seen in over twenty years suddenly coming
on. I don't think so. Hello Love, as an intro. She
wishes she had spent time next to my bed. She thinks
I'm a cutie. A hand blown rose that she still has. She
still has her big boobs and is in great shape. She
wants my phone and address. Some things are too good
to be believed. 

What to do? I thought about it for a while. I decided
that answering wouldn't hurt. Maybe I'm just
misreading this whole thing. I mean, she started off
telling me she been married for twenty years. Nothing
wrong with sending my phone number and talking with
her. 

Ok, in the back of my mind I was also thinking that
maybe just maybe her feelings hadn't died out
completely. At that age the feelings are so intense,
so raw and because of your inexperience you have no
protection from the intensity. They wash over you,
inundate you and sometimes overwhelm you. The memories
were coming back for me as well. God, but they were
intense. I could go from the heights of arousal to the
depths of disappointment in seconds. One minute could
be fun and the next moment disturbing. Do those
memories ever go away? The intensity of the feelings
you have the first time, the first kiss, the first
touch of your hand to a breast, the first touch of a
woman's most intimate place. Do they ever lose their
power over you?

My answer:

      You would have spent time next to my bed???
Damn, I wish I hadn't missed out on that.
I thought about Magic Mountain over the weekend and it
started to come back to me. It's been so long... The
second thing to go is the memory. I can't remember the
first.
Best time to catch me at a phone is during the day.
555-1234. I had a thought, if you are down this way
I'd love to take you to lunch. I work near the Mall.
Let me know.
Where's the picture? I showed you mine. Fair's fair.

The response:

     Oh you have not changed a bit :~) I have very
long fingernails................. I will meet you next
week in town sometime. Pick a day, until then you will
have to guess at what I look like. :~)
I want to see you. I get to see the first person I
ever loved. Although I was 4 years younger, I still
knew my feelings.
I told you I was still vveerrrrrryyyy ornery!!!!!!!
Love, Brenda

It's amazing how your mind works sometimes. I read
that e-mail and when I got to the bottom I read
horney. I mean, you have to admit the spelling is sure
similar. She sure is HORNEY!? I re-read it. Oh, she is
still ornery. Oh that's different. Tells you how my
mind was working though. 

I was the first person she ever loved? I never knew
that. Could that really be true? Ok, I said to myself.
I'll take a chance:

      Ok, I give. How about Wednesday? Give me a call
and we'll set it up.

Brenda called me Wednesday morning and we arranged to
meet for lunch. It was interesting to talk to her
after so many years. She gave me a rundown and I did
the same. What stuck me, though, was she had a bit of
a wild streak. She was a lot more open about things,
like her boy's sex life, than I would have expected.
It always hovered on the edge without quite going
over. It left me wondering. Why has she called me out
of the blue? What does she want? Ok, what I really
kept wondering is, does she want ME? She was so close
to that edge without quite going over. I had to
wonder. But I didn't know. It was excruciating. 

The hours rolled by slowly. I arrived right on the
button and as I stepped in I saw a woman rising from a
chair. I saw a tall attractive woman. Hair's the right
length and color. She's the right age. She has a very
nice set held in place by a tight shirt. Hmm, tight
jeans and high heels completed the picture. As I
entered I asked, "Brenda?"

"Mike." She put out her arms. I gave her a hug and a
quick peck on the cheek, which she returned. I took
her arm and had the hostess show us a table. We talked
about old times and caught up on our lives since high
school. I flirted a little trying to be subtle. She
returned the attentions. But she always stopped short
of something that I could hang onto. Something that
said, yes, I'm interested. It was driving me crazy. 
Does she or doesn't she?

Lunch was over and the waitress had cleaned up. I was
running out of time. I wanted to know. So I got
desperate. 

"So Brenda. What fantasy have you been having about
me?"

"That's pretty forward don't you think? Assuming that
I've had fantasies about you." She smiled and her
voice didn't sound angry. It sounded, well, intrigued.

"Sorry, didn't mean to sound stuck up. I guess I've
been having these fantasies and just assumed you were
too."

"Well, be careful with your assumptions," she said
again with a smile.

"I do notice you haven't denied having the fantasies,
only chastised me for asking about them."

She laughed. "Touch . Ok, I have had some. But this
isn't the place to talk about them." She looked
straight into my eyes and held mine. She was daring
me. She was inviting me with those eyes, those
beautiful eyes.

"I think you're right. Maybe someplace more private
would be better."

"You haven't changed," she said still smiling.

"Have you?" I asked.

"I'm sure you'd like to know. But I should be going."
She stood and I followed her toward the door.

"Damn,' I thought. I blew it. I was close. I know it.
She was thinking about it. I held the door and we
walked out into 100 plus temperatures. It was a
blistering day made all the more intense by emerging
from the darkened cool restaurant.

"I'm already sweaty and now I have to drive in traffic
in this heat," she said with a hint of disgust.

"You should clean up first."

"How?" she asked. I took her arm and walked across the
parking lot. Next door was a Comfort Inn. "Wait a
minute. I can't do that. I'm a married lady."

"I won't tell if you don't." She was protesting but
didn't actually try to stop the progress. I led her
into the lobby and quickly got a room with a king bed.
She stood watching and didn't say a thing until we
where out of the lobby and heading down the hall.

"I don't think we should be doing this." I didn't say
a word, just continued down the hall. I opened the
door for her. She looked at me and stood in the hall.
I just stood there. Now I was daring her. She could
voice a protest, but we both knew if she stepped
forward all those protests were just empty words. She
looked at me waiting for me to take the lead. I
waited. I didn't want it to be me talking her into
something. All this happened in moments, just a few
looks. She lowered her eyes and stepped through the
door.

I closed the door behind us and went into the bath. I
started the shower running. Brenda was still standing
in the middle of the room. "The shower is ready. Then
you can be comfortable heading up the hills." She
looked at me and we both knew this was a game. We both
knew why we were there and it wasn't a shower. She
stepped by me and closed the door behind. I went over
to the bed and pulled back the covers. I pulled off my
clothes and hung them in the closet.  A few seconds
later I heard the shower change and I knew she was in.
I opened the bath door and scooped up her clothes and
the towels. I spirited her clothes out to the closet
and set the towels in a chair in the room.

A few minutes later the shower went off. "Hey, where
are the towels?' she yelled. "And where are my
clothes?"

I stood outside the bath and answered. "Out here." I
was holding a towel as she emerged, naked, dripping
and so beautiful. "You look gorgeous." She grabbed the
towel and ran back into the bath.

"Where are my clothes?" from behind the door. "And
where are your clothes?"

"I sent them out to be laundered. We'll get them back
this evening." I yelled back.

"You're fibbing." She appeared from the bath wrapped
in the towel. I was lying on the bed. "You're naked,"
she said.

"My God, you are gorgeous without clothes. How do I
look?" 

She looked me over, "You look pretty good. Now I see
why you have big hands." I blushed at that comment.
She appraised me some more, "Ok, you're still a
cutie."

I stood and crossed to her. She let her arms drop by
her side and the towel started to come loose. She
looked up at me, mouth partially open. I leaned
forward and our lips touched. The pretense disappeared
and her arms came up around my neck. The sudden
movement loosened the towel and it dropped to the
floor. She pulled me to her and our skin touched, her
breasts against my chest, her belly against mine, her
loins pushing against mine. My arms crushed her to me.
Our tongues danced together. The contact sent jolts to
my loins. She rubbed against me when she felt it
pressing between her legs. In moments we were dry
humping.

I broke the kiss and led her to the bed. She fell to
the middle and I next to her. She was back in my arms
in a flash. More kissing followed by more and more.
Our breathing was ragged as our bodies ground into
each other's. Our mouths still locked; I opened a
space and cupped her breast. She moaned encouragement
and I lightly fondled her nipples, twisting the
nipples between my fingers. Brenda hunched against me.
I moved my head lower and took one nipple in my mouth
while continuing to play with the other. It sprang to
full hardness as my tongue laved it. I sucked her
little button into my mouth. She moaned and held my
head directing me to her other breast. I licked and
sucked her other nipple. My thigh lay between her
legs. I felt her wetness as she pushed herself up and
down my leg. 

I wanted her. I moved down trailing my tongue across
her body, tickling her navel as I went past, down
until I reached her verdant forest. I traced around
her vee, licking as I went. My tongue licked where her
thigh met her body until I was between her legs. As I
settled between them, her legs parted and her knees
moved up. I was looking at her womanhood spread open
before me. Her lips parted slightly. A streak of soft
red skin appeared and I could smell the aroma of
woman. The scent infused my brain turning off all
higher processes. I moved forward and touched my
tongue to her. Oh the delight of that magical first
contact. Her thighs fell open spreading her labia
open. I buried my tongue in her lapping and licking my
way south and north. Her button grew and left its
protection. I took it in my mouth gently lapping at
the tip while massaging the base with my lips. I
sucked on her and a deep moan rose from her chest.
Brenda's head was thrown back, her mouth open and her
breath raspy and ragged.

My mouth still glued to her I reached up with both
hands and took her nipples. I ran them between finger
and thumb gently pulled on them and fondled the hard
nubs. Her hips hunched as I licked and sucked. My face
was awash in her sweet wetness which poured forth.
Brenda moaned and thrashed as I continued sucking and
licking. I released one nipple and moved my hand to
her opening. I inserted a finger and moved it back and
forth. She started humping in unison with the
movement. Gradually getting deeper my finger found her
G spot. The combination of nipples, clitoris and G
spot drove Brenda into paroxysms. 

She was close, so close. I wanted to be in her as she
reached the pinnacle. I pulled my finger from her and
she moaned her disappointment. Moving quickly, I
brought my self over her and lined up. My tip touched
her and insinuated itself between the folds of her
opening. Her eyes opened and she looked at me with
hunger.

"I want you," she said.

The power of those three words. I felt it throughout
my body. My erection throbbed. I moved forward filling
her with myself. In one slow continuous movement I
lanced down until I was in as deep as I could go.  Our
bodies moved together in synchronous rhythms. It was a
dance of lust. Skin touching silky skin. Thrust and
counter thrust. Chest rubbing over chest. Her arms
wrapped around me, hands urging me on. Our bodies
melding, our beings centered in the carnal pleasures.
The world outside our coupling had disappeared. All
that existed was our bodies moving together, seeking
release of the building sexual tension. Seconds
stretched into minutes, minutes into eternity. Time
ceased to flow.

I felt her stiffen under me. Her fingers scraped
across my back and a low moan filled the air. I felt
her spasming around me. The intense pleasures pushed
me over the brink as well. I exploded in unison with
her contractions giving her my seed, sharing myself
with her. We danced together in that rarified air of
complete bliss, gradually slowing, slowing, slowing...
Our movements becoming less and less as we came to a
complete stop. Only our breathing caused our bodies to
move. 

We lay like that basking in the afterglow of
fulfillment. Her hands fell from around me. I moved to
her side and she snuggled into my chest. I wrapped my
arms around her holding her close to me. I don't know
how long we lay like that enjoying the closeness and
intimacy of lovers.

Eventually, Brenda moved away and looked up at me. "We
shouldn't have done that."

"Why?" I asked quietly.

"I'm married." 

"Yes, I know. But Brenda, we shared a special moment.
We had a special connection that has lasted all these
years. We were so young and inexperienced that we
never could overcome and share this special gift with
each other. Now we get to share it, the most intimate
gift a man and woman can give each other. It's a
special gift I wanted to share with you. There's
nothing wrong with that." I took her chin in my hand
and kissed her gently. "Thank you for being so
wonderful. I hope you also enjoyed."

"I did enjoy it. But now I feel guilty," she said
distressed.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to make you happy not sad. Think
about the pleasure and how wonderful it was to share a
beautiful time with someone."

She looked at me and I could tell she was struggling.
"I've got to go." She jumped up and ran into the bath.
There was nothing I could do for now. All I could hope
is that she would come to realize that what we shared
was no threat to her marriage. There was nothing wrong
with that.

She came out of the bath and quickly donned her
clothes. I stood and went in the bath to wash. I came
out as she was getting ready to leave. "Not even a
goodbye?" I asked.

She paused and then turned toward me. "Of course. I
did enjoy today. I supposed if I'm honest I was even
hoping a little that this would happen. Ok, the sex
was incredible. I really liked it. But now I'm
confused. I don't think we should see each other
again."

"I will respect your wishes. I'm glad you had fun and
sorry that it is making you feel badly. Maybe we'll
meet in another twenty years."

She smiled, looked at me one last time, turned and
left.  

Over the next few days I thought, with wistful regret,
that we had only had the one time together. We moved
as one as we loved each other. There are people who
should be lovers; a natural blending of bodies that
achieves maximum pleasure. We had that.  

On Monday I opened Outlook and a message popped up:

	I'm going to be in town on Wednesday for an
appointment. How about 'lunch.'

I sat looking at the screen and smiling for the
longest time.



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