THEY CALL IT "WRONG". - Sex Stories

THEY CALL IT "WRONG".

... bus!" The door closed. We waited a few minutes to be sure. She had come up behind me and now her hand was down the front of my trunks. Fuck it all, but the interruption only seemed to intensify our desire! We tore each other's swim suits off and fucked with a****listic passion right there on the bed. I don't even know if we remembered to close the vertical blinds over the sliding doors to the patio. Maybe the neighbors got a show. I didn't care, and neither did she. Still, that day in particular, we both understood. We needed to be careful. But it wasn't about the sex, it was about getting caught. No one else would understand our special relationship. No one. Then, with high school graduation over, the Hawaiian vacation that was her graduation gift behind her, she was accepted to college and then we saw very little of one another. She had her studies and her sorority and her college friends. It seemed like the fantasy was over, but it was a wonderful time while it lasted...and that one New Year's party she threw at our new house just down from her college town? The one where several d***ken sorority s****rs and fraternity b*****rs were present, the one where some of her college friends were introduced to me? Yeah, that was fun...and it was all because of those porn mags and my special time with her that I found myself with more kissing, groping, and yes, sex that night than I knew what to do with...and, hell, I was only a senior in high school! But then, as all good things ...

... seem to do, it was over. We went our separate ways. She to one coast and me to another. We still wrote to one another and called on occasion. She even sent me an erotic picture of herself which I have to this day - with those red thigh-high lace stockings, and nothing else. She wasn't ashamed of anything, and neither was I. It made us more...human, if you really want to get right down to the fact. She met and had a few boyfriends (and, I suspect, at least one girlfriend from what I heard...damn, but I would have loved to watch that going on) while she was in college, hooked up with someone here and there, and I found myself someone that I thought could be my match for some time...but that didn't work out. It would be many years later before we met up again, with me after a divorce and her now with a f****y of her own. I still remember getting the call that I had become an uncle. It made me feel both happy and sad and even a little old. Happy that she was happy, and happy that I now had a nephew. Sad that I couldn't be there with her, and sad that so much time had slipped between us. And just plain old...the time moves too quickly. By the time I even met my young nephew, five years had gone by. How could this happen? In high school, time was almost at a standstill. Then, we move on into the world and it just rockets forward? That's not fair. All we're left with are memories...but those memories with her? They made it all worthwhile. Her body, her feel, her smell...the way she ...