Even when we were younger - I was in high school, and he was in middle school - I knew Matt would grow into a fine-looking man. He was already cute, and his older brother was gorgeous (but I had already been there, done that).
However, because of our age difference, I never seriously considered hooking up. Until we got a little older. I went away to college but returned home for spring, summer, and winter breaks. One summer night, I had a few friends over to my dad's house.
I hadn't seen Matt in years, probably, and hadn't even thought about him in just as long. But this night my friends were at my house, I saw his car pull into his driveway. Thankfully, my friend Anne knew his older brother. When she saw a car at their house, she thought it might be him and wanted to say hello.
Drunk, she grabbed my arm, and we walked outside.
"Hey!" she yelled to the body getting out of the vehicle.
Matt turned around, and Anne realized it wasn't who she
hoped it was.
"Yeah?" he said.
"Is your brother home?" Anne yelled as we approached him.
"Nope," he looked confused; he had no idea who she was, but he turned to smile at me. "What's up?"
"Oh, not much," I explained. "A few of my friends came over to drink."
"So if you wanna stop by, that'd be cool," I offered. "We've got plenty to drink."
"Okay. I just might do that," he said. "Let me run inside, and then I'll be over."
Anne and I walked back to my house and into the kitchen. I needed to drink more. I opened a can of soda and poured into an empty cup. I added a shot of vodka, and my boyfriend Jimmy put his arms around me.
"Where'd you guys go?" he asked.
"Oh, Anne wanted to talk to Jake, but he wasn't home," I explained.
Jimmy kissed me and went back outside. Anne and I hung out in the kitchen drinking. Within a few minutes, Matt walked in. He looked good in the light; it had been dark outside, so I didn't really notice him.
"What's up?" he said.
"What are you drinking?" I asked.
"Ah, nothing yet," he said.
Anne went out to the backyard. A few people came inside, and we talked for awhile. The alcohol ran through my system, and I soon felt tipsy. Jimmy walked in and kissed me again before opening another beer and returning to the backyard.
"Do you wanna go out front and smoke?" I asked Matt.
We went out the front door to the driveway. I sat on the concrete at the end of the driveway, and he sat beside me. I lit my Black and Mild and inhaled (yes, inhaled). I passed it to him.
"You smoke these?" he asked.
"Yeah, I hate cigarettes."
"Cool," he said. "So what have you been up to?"
"Same old - school and work," I said. I was drunk.
We talked for a few minutes, and I wanted to kiss him badly.
"Let's go for a walk," he suggested. I agreed, and we stood up. I held onto him because I struggled walking on my own.
We walked down the street and turned at the next block - barely speaking a word to each other the entire way. We came to an island in the road with a bench and some trees. We sat down there. He lit his pipe. I clung to him. For some reason, it turned me on incredibly to watch him smoke.
We spoke only a few words while he smoked. He set his pipe down and looked at me. I leaned in and kissed him. He kissed me back. He put his arms around me and stuck his tongue deep into my mouth. He tasted like smoke, and I know I tasted like alcohol.
We groped each other, kissing furiously.
"We should probably get back to my house," I said. I didn't want to stop kissing him, but I knew everyone was wondering where we were.
"Yeah, you're right."
We stood up and began walking. This time we held hands and talked. We approached my house, and he said he should probably go home now because his girlfriend was waiting for him.
"Okay," I said. "Maybe I'll see you later?"
I went into my house to drink more with my friends. Jimmy didn't even notice I had left. About an hour later, I noticed Matt's girlfriend's car leaving. I went back outside and sat on the bench on my front step. I hoped Matt didn't notice me coming outside - I wanted him to think I had been sitting outside for awhile.
A few minutes later he noticed me and yelled, "Hey there, neighbor."
"What's up?" I joked back.
"Come here," he said.
I got up and walked over to his house. I walked around in his garage looking around for a few minutes until he came up and put his arms around me. We kissed again as if our lips had never parted from the first time.
Part of me thought I should stop - we had grown up together. He was four years younger than I was. Part of me wanted him so badly; he was gorgeous.
He unbuttoned my shorts before I could think about what we were doing any longer. I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled out his dick. He was so hard. I lifted my leg up onto his truck, and he put his dick inside me. I moaned loudly.
We kissed deeper and deeper as he thrust harder.
"I can't believe what you're doing to me. I can't believe my dick's already hard again," he said. "I just tried to fuck Megan half an hour ago and it took me 20 minutes to cum. And now..."
He didn't finish his sentence. He moaned, and I knew he was already about to have another orgasm. He pulled out, and I knelt down to put his dick in my mouth. He exploded, and I swallowed it all.
I stood up and pulled my shorts up. He smiled and pulled his shorts up, too.
"That was nice," he said. I agreed. He kissed me.
"I better get back home," I said, turning to walk away.
"Yeah," he said. He grabbed me and pulled me to him again for one last kiss before I went back to my own house.