Had I always felt this way? Did it show? My mind wandered to the scene of my thirteenth birthday. Blaine was eighteen and way past the age for showing...up at kiddy parties, but she came anyway, toting bags of makeup and stuffed animals. There had to have been at least ten or fifteen other kids there, but she was the only one I saw. That night, in the basement when she was loading my lips with cherry gloss, I kissed her cheek and asked her to run away with me. "You're such a sweetheart," she. I'd watched her lust after me. It wasn't the vague fantasies of a sexually frustrated housewife. When Dr Crawford looked at me... It seemed she had detailed, well practiced, activities she was envisioning doing to me. So it came as an utter surprise when the rampant flirting over drinks, the touching of her soft, exposed inner thighs, and the suggestive lingering stares brought it a whole heap of nothing! I went in for the kiss that it was clear both of us wanted and the bitch turned. Tony was a swimmer in school, so he rarely wanted to go to the pool during the weekends. Still, when Megan wanted to swim, he was there to provide her company.They came back tired but satisfied. After the shower and a snack, they landed on the living room couch. The parents were shopping, and after the movie, Megan didn't want to watch television; she wanted to let the movie impressions "settle." Tony put in a CD of baroque music, turned the volume down, and settled in with a science fiction. She grabbed my ass and was yelling “Fuck me, fuck me”. Her legs tightened around me and I grabbed her and held my cock deep in her as I came, filling her sweet pussy.We laid there, my cock still in her and I could fell her pussy pulsating on my cock. We both let out a little laugh as sweat covered us. After awhile, I rolled over and laid on my back. She reached down and then said “It's still hard”.“Sometimes I get lucky” I said. She began to stroke it, all covered with my cum and her juices..