High School Again? Ugh! Ch. 02

"Oh!" Tiffany gasped as my tongue brushed gently up and down the length of her pussy. I could smell her excitement growing and that only added to my own. I spread her lips gently and delved deeper inside of her with my tongue. She grabbed my head and gasped out, "Yes!"

I pushed her hand away from my head. I refused to let her rush me. I took my time and drove her crazy. I glanced up from the nest of hair between her legs when I knew she was close. Tiffany's eyes were closed and her head was thrashing from side to side. Her hands were at her sides and both held a fistful of the sheets. She was ready. I smiled and shifted to her clit.

"John!" she cried suddenly as her body locked up in orgasm. Her young, perfect body shivered and shook for what felt like minutes. I continued to kiss and lick until she was done.

"Are you okay?" I asked when she lay there silently panting for a long time.

"I'm in Heaven," she replied, looking at me and smiling. I felt myself responding.

I stood and removed my clothes. Tiffany watched me. I could see the hunger in her eyes despite her recent orgasm. I smiled and got back into the bed. I kissed her and cupped her breasts. She moaned into my mouth and took my cock in her hand.

"John, I want you!" she said lustfully. "I need you. I need you now!"

I rolled on top of Tiffany and she spread her legs. I held myself up as she directed my cock to her center. I paused. Part of me still felt that she was too young for me. Another part felt that somewhere deep down the cheating slut who hurt me was laughing.

"John, what wrong?" Tiffany asked in concern.

I looked into her eyes and saw true concern there. In this moment she loved and wanted me. I felt the same about her. That would have to be enough.

"Nothing," I said, slowly sinking into her depths. Tiffany gasped and the sight of her lips parted drew me to them. Our kiss was passionate and loved filled. It was my turn to be in Heaven.

"Oh John!" she cried and wrapped her arms around me as I stroked in and out of her young body.

The first orgasm we shared came fast and hard, but I started stroking in and out of her again moments after we were done. The next orgasm took a long time to build.

"This feels so good!" Tiffany moaned. I had to agree.

Her pussy was tight and steamy. I picked up the pace and thrust into her harder. I spread her legs wider, putting a hand under each knee and lifting, giving me better access.

"Yes!" she cried and came again. I pushed in deep and held still until her pussy stopped squeezing down on my cock.

"You are so beautiful," I sighed afterward.

"And you're amazing!" she groaned, rolling me off of her. My cock was hard and I needed release, but I could wait a little while. I was surprised when she rolled on top of me and sank back down on my cock.

'So much for waiting!' I groaned to myself.

Tiffany was smiling down at me as she slowly moved up and down. I took hold of her hips, but my grip was gentle. I lay there watching her enjoy herself and smiled. The sight was truly spectacular. I'd forgotten just how good it was with Tiffany. I guess pain and anger could do that to a person.

"John!" she gasped eventually. "I'm close. I want you to cum with me!"

I smiled and took a firmer grip on her hips. Now, instead of just laying there I started thrusting up into her. I picked up the pace too. Actually, that's an understatement. My hips blurred as I drove in and out of her. Tiffany's eyes grew big as our bodies slapped together.

"I'm cumming!" she cried.

"Me too!" I grunted and thrust deep inside of her one last time before my orgasm exploded. I filled her pussy to overflowing and Tiffany cried out in appreciate for quite some time.

She lay on my chest with my cock still embedded in her after we were done. I kissed the top of her head and played with her hair gently. I realized she'd fallen asleep when she became dead weight. I continued to stay that way for quite some time. I only moved when I saw the clock. I was way past curfew. I groaned.

'My poor parents,' I sighed and gently moved Tiffany off of me. 'Oh well.'

Tiffany lived about fifteen minutes from my house if I walked. I took the time to use her phone and call home before I left. It went about as well as you might expect. Instead of walking, I jogged. I made it home in record time. Mom and dad were both waiting for me.

'I should have drank more,' I thought as I saw their expressions.

This lecture was even better than the first. Somewhere in the middle I realized I couldn't go on like this forever. I loved my parents, but this was crazy. Of course, I remained silent for the time being. I needed to plan things out before I did anything drastic.

'I wonder if that's what Rodger was doing today?' I thought as my father wound down. 'I wonder what he's planning?' I really needed to stop by his house and see what was up, but clearly that wasn't going to happen this weekend.

I lay in bed a long time thinking about the last few days. It was obvious I wasn't handling things well. Tonight I'd tried to immerse my self in being eighteen and it did feel good, but I knew it couldn't last.

'Why not?' I asked myself suddenly. 'Why can't it last?'

It was an interesting question. I was one of the heroes of the football game and afterward I drank, had fun and made love to a woman who loved me. What was wrong with that? Maybe this time around Tiffany would stay loyal.

Deep down I guessed that part of what caused her to stray the first time was my own fault. It was after I blew out my knee. I spent months feeling sorry for myself and pushing everyone away. I didn't know if that's when Tiffany and Brad started their affair, but it made sense. I wouldn't do that again. I was older and wiser.

'Does it really matter?' I asked myself.

We are a conglomeration of our experiences and good or bad, mine included a Tiffany who cheated and left me. Only this girl wasn't the same Tiffany, or was she? Did I really love her or just the memory of what she used to mean to me? I suddenly realized that the memory had haunted me for years. Tiffany and I were only married for a few years. It had been decades since I saw her last, yet thoughts of her colored all of my relationships.

"This going back in time is tough," I said, shaking my head. It was forcing me to face things I'd long ago buried. Things I didn't necessarily want to face. "Maybe this is why I didn't want to come back here in the first place?"

I lay there trying to block out my thoughts and go to sleep. I was silent when all I wanted to do was scream out in frustration. I looked at the clock and groaned.

"And I'm sure mom will have me up early tomorrow for church," I sighed. I could just picture dad's grin as I stumbled out of bed.

"This can't last. Something has to give."