A Summer to Remember - Sex Stories

A Summer to Remember

... I vowed to see her again.

I didn't get a single text from her the next day. She probably just wanted to forget about what happened. I wanted that too. Or did I? If it was true, however, why were my thoughts constantly bombarded with visions of her sweet smile or curvy hips or full breasts?

After I waited a day, I texted Heather a few times over the next few days. No response.

Was I being a dick to want to still pursue this? I mean, she wanted me. At the time, she needed me. But, fuck, what did I just do to her marriage? She probably regrets the whole thing. Plus I'm not even twenty yet. What the hell was I doing?

The next few days were confusing to say the least. Finally I decided to go over there and talk to her about it.

I was pretty sure both Jason and Jocelyn were out the next day when I got home from work. I didn't even go into my house, going straight from my car to her front door. I knocked. And knocked. It took a while and then the door opened just a sliver.

"Hi, Ben," she said quietly.

"Can I come in?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't know if that is such a good idea."

"Come on, Heather, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since we were together. I just want to talk."

"Ben, I think we should just say it was a good time and forget about each other."

"I don't know if I can do that, Heather. Let me in, please."

"Okay," she was clearly reticent, but she slowly opened the door. She was just wearing some jean shorts and a white tank, but ...

... damn she looked good.

"Heather, I've been thinking about you constantly," I started.

"Ben, stop. We can't continue. I mean, I'm not going to lie. The other day was wonderful and I really needed it. But...but...we shouldn't continue. I'm old enough to be your mom. I can't, you know, be involved with you seriously."

"I know, Heather. I know it will be bad for you and maybe even for me. But I can't stop thinking about you." I was already excited just being with her; I could feel a bulge growing in my shorts. Is this what love feels like? Probably not, but I didn't know what the hell to do with the feelings I was having.

"Oh, Ben. I don't know what to do."

"I do." I moved close to her and, cupping her face in my hand, I said in barely over a whisper, "You're right. We shouldn't be doing this. I should just be going."

I kissed her gently on the lips.

"I'll just leave."

I trailed down to her neck and kissed her a little harder there.

"I'll just walk out that door and never come back."

Her breathing was thickening and she arched her back. I grabbed one of her sizable breasts and attacked her earlobe.

Then, in a quiet whisper, "Goodbye, Heather." I slid my other hand down to her crotch and started rubbing her through her jean shorts.

"Dammit, Ben, this is not fair," she hummed as she kissed me back.

Our lips sought each others for the solace we knew it would bring. If I felt any guilt for pushing her to have sex with me again, I moved that into ...