When I was 12/13, I hung out with a group of kids that really varied in ages. The oldest among us was 18, and he was VERY attractive. I was kinda meh. Plain, nothing terribly exciting about me, not the prettiest girl but not ugly, kinda tomboy. There was one girl in our group who was semi popular and very pretty (but also a complete f****** snob about it).

I can remember finding myself in a room with him, and four of us girls, at my friend’s house. We got to talking about some pretty steamy stuff, and we ended up convincing him to let us blindfold him and play with his d***.

He got hard almost instantly, and we all had a bit of a play. We took turns jerking him, playing with his balls, and just exploring. It was the second time I had touched a c***, and the first time I touched a bare c***.

I remember wrapping my hand around him, and jerking. We must have been playing with him for an hour at this point, all talking turns just stroking him and listening to him groan and moan. His poor balls were so tight.

His breathing started changing, his body tensed up. I was jerking him kinda slowly, bit full strokes over his head and right down to his balls. I will never forget the desperation in his voice when he told me not to stop, the other girls moving in for a closer look, and then the absolute massive shots he let go all over the place.

He layed there, soft c*** still dripping, and my very much not legal aged hand soaked in his load. I wiped it off on my jeans, and he pulled his blindfold off.

He asked us which one of us had finished him off so perfectly. I panicked. I don’t know why, bit I told him it was the pretty one in the group. For some reason, no one challenged that.

20 years later, he adds me on Facebook. He’s just as gorgeous. He’s married her. He asks if I remember that day, and I kinda stumble over it and pretend like it was no big deal. He says he was so sure it had been me who had made him c**, but that he appreciates that I told him it was actually her.

I confess. It was me.
Silence.
He’s like I knew it. I f****** knew it. Tells me he has been thinking of me for years. Wishing I had climbed on to his c*** and let him feel my virgin p**** all over his big c***.

So we chat for a while. His relationship isn’t great, and he kinda admits he wants to move on. I’ve been single for a few years.

We hook up.

He fucks me absolutely silly, and gets to relive that h*******. He still shoots huge f****** loads! Guh!

So, we are having an affair. The pretty girl has moved out while they are separated, and has no idea we are f****** like high school kids. I can’t wait until she finds out.

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