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A Blast From The Past.
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A Blast From The Past. This is possibly one of my fondest memories. Unfortunately, the ending is not quite what I would have liked. But it's my fault it ended this way. Flashback to fall 2000, I'm a senior in high school and in the US Navy's Delayed Entry Program. I was supposed to leave for boot camp two weeks after graduation. After school, I worked as a prep cook at a restaurant in Alamosa, Colorado. It didn't pay much, but it put gas in my tank and video games in my Playstation. One of the waitresses there, we'll call her Vickie, worked there as well. Vickie was 8 years older than me, Latina, attractive to me and would flirt with me when she worked the nights I was there. She would always joke, or hint in hindsight, that she wanted to make a man out of me before I shipped out. I was an awkward, insecure back then so didn't understand that much about women. My idea of fun was to hang out with my two good friends and talk about Star Wars. Every day it was Star Wars. As it got closer to graduation, the flirting and hinting got more and more serious and more and more often. I fucked up royally by not taking the chance before I shipped out. I went off to boot camp and forgot about Vickie and Alamosa, Colorado. Fast forward 11 years, I'm a civilian and moving back to Alamosa to work for my step dad after college and a failed attempt to get hired onto the railroad. One evening in December, I walk into The Fresh Tortilla Company (a Chipotle type place) to order dinner. The lady behind the counter makes my food and I walk off to a corner table to eat and screw around on my phone, completely oblivious to the world around me. The lady who made my dinner walked up to me and called my name. Shocked, I looked up to see who it was because aside from me and the employees, the place was empty. "Yes?" I ask totally confused. "It's me, Vickie." she told me. It took a long moment for that to register before I immediately went from defensive to joyous. "Oh my god, how did you know it was me?" My hair was much shorter than high school and I had a full beard. "I could never forget those eyes." She replied. I stood up and we hugged. Vickie had gotten a tad bigger in figure than I remember. Not fat, but more... juicy. We chatted a little about what we have been doing until some customers came in and she had to work. Not wanting to get her in trouble with her boss and still unsure about how friendly I could get with her after all these years, I told her I'd see her again and left. I went back to the tortilla company a couple more times that week, chatting while I ordered food even though I wasn't hungry. Feeling confident that she didn't have an overly jealous boyfriend who would stab me in the face for talking to his woman, I gave her my phone number. We texted back and forth for a few nights before she invited me to go have a few drinks at the Bankshot. I agreed. We agreed to be there at 8. Being the punctual Sailor, I showed up 15 minutes early and secured a corner booth for us and had a beer. 8 oclock rolled around and she hadn't showed up yet. 8:15 and I started getting impatient and angry. 8:30 and I had already had 2 beers and went outside in the freezing ass Alamosa in December cold to have a smoke and sent her a text that I was leaving. She got replied that she was on her way. Cool, I thought she should be here in like 5 minutes. I went back inside and ordered one more beer. She finally showed up at 8:50-ish and I was pretty pissed. She sat down and apologized for making me wait and we shared a pitcher of beer and chatted while this awful band played Christmas rock songs. We sat there chatting for almost 2 hours and went through 2 pitchers of beer. As time passed, we gradually moved from facing each other to her sitting right next to me. I finally leaned in to kiss her, she didn't pull away. We locked lips for what seemed like hours. The bartenders and patrons paid us no mind, pretty sure they were used to watching drunk people kiss. We finished our beers and I paid the tab while she called for a taxi to take us to our respective homes. Alamosa PD loved to camp the Bankshot and neither one of us wanted a DUI. We waited outside in the cold for almost 20 minutes and the cab never showed. I suggested we walk to my place (which was about a mile away) and go back for our cars in the morning. The temp was about -20 at that time and the wind was blowing hard, it was the coldest I have ever been in my life. We huddled next to each other as we walked to my apartment. By the time we got inside, we were both too cold to even talk coherently. I grabbed my large fleece blanket from my bed and wrapped both of us in it and sat on my couch warming up. It was one of the most intimate, unintimate moments ever. Once our collective shivering died down, we began to talk about sleeping arraignments since I only had one bed and a couch. I leaned in again for another kiss and she didn't shy away. I told her she could sleep with me. We walked to the bedroom, stripped down to our underwear and crawled under the covers. She instinctively cuddled up next to me. We began making out again and rubbing and groping each other. My hand slipped under her panties and she was very very wet. I began to slowly finger her while we kissed passionately. Her hand gripped my already hard cock and began stroking it slowly. Taking my finger from her wetness, I put it in my mouth and tasted her. It was one of the best tasting pussies I've ever had. "I want you to fuck me now" she whispered. Killing the chance to giving it some oral attention. I slid her panties down past her knees and she kicked them deeper under the covers. I then slid my boxer off and climbed on top of her. We started kissing again passionately as she guided my cock into her. She was so wet and hot inside. I was slowly driving myself in and out of her, her moans muffled against my probing tongue and lips. I threw the blankets back and began to pick up the pace. She began clawing at my ass pulling me deeper into her and bit down hard on my collarbone as I brought her to orgasm. After she stopped convulsing and biting me, I put her legs over my shoulders and drilled myself into even harder. The sound of our wet groins slapping together echoed through the apartment, her moaning and clawing at the pillows and sheets, her sloppy slick wetness gripping me like a glove. It was overwhelming. My orgasm hit so suddenly that I didn't have time to pull out, nor did I want to. I filled her with a massive load, it felt so right. I collapsed on top of her and kissed her once again. Sanity finally returned and I apologized for cumming inside her. She laughed and told me she was fixed so it was ok. We spent the rest of the night fucking like<b> teenagers. </font></b>Fatigue finally caught up to us as the sun was coming up and we slept most of the day. The next day, we walked back through the cold to our cars and went back to our respective homes. I spent the time napping, waking up sporadically to reply to a text she sent me. She was working that night and wouldn't get off until 9 and I had to have some more of her... We hooked up several times a week for about a month. It started getting serious, at least I thought I did. She texted me something I took as an insult and replied that she didn't deserve me. It totally turned her off to me and told me not to speak to her again. I was pretty devastated. I never went back to the Tortilla Company out of fear and shame of running into her. Fast forward 7 months, the Tortilla Company went out of business. I went to Burger King on my lunch break and see Vickie is working at the drive through. My heart immediately sunk to my feet. I felt that I was going to be greeted with disdain. But to my surprise, she was just as pleasant as if nothing ever happened between us. That may have because she was at work, but she seemed interested in what I have been doing since I last saw her. As the days passed, I was mustering up the courage to see if I could patch things up. About that time, my job for my step dad going to absolute shit (perhaps, I shall write about that in a future blog post) and I quit. I moved to Arboles the next day to be closer to my mom and started working the job I have now... Sometimes, I debate on going back to Alamosa to see if she still works there and apologize for being a douchebag. Problem is, would I be doing this because I miss the sex and want some more or because I genuinely feel bad? What do you think? |
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