I was really excited when Sara contacted me and wanted me to write my part of this story. We had kind of gone our separate ways and it has been fun rediscovering each other. After reading some of her other stories, I found out things about her past I didn't know, which in a way made our reunion more exciting. Having others reading this is exciting in a way. This is something I had never given any thought to doing. I don't know how far we will go in writing this, if it will be a tell all or not but well, after all it is our story of discovering each other. Michael Who is Michael? Chapter 3 Years ago I had been the snotty nosed kid who lived down the road from the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. We were neighbors at the time on neighboring farms. It was just a 20 minute walk to her parent's farm. Her parents and my parents were friends and got together sometimes. We even had barbeques during the summers at each other's homes. She was 4 years older than me and I was 3 years behind her in school. She was a senior the year I became a freshman. She was always nice to me at the family gatherings but I didn't really exist. I didn't exist at school either. I was just that pimply faced kid that lived on the next farm and a freshman at the time. Sara and I were the youngest of the children in each family. I was a change of life baby and had two older brothers that already left home so I didn't learn much from them. Having no sisters, I really knew nothing about girls until I got older. Sara otherwise came from a large family and had sisters and brothers so I assume was quite educated on the differences between girls and boys. Because of our age differences though, I knew I didn't have a chance to get to really know her. She didn't know I had a crush on her ever since I was old enough to know about girls. When I was in the 7th grade, I saw my first playboy and penthouse magazines. You know how that is, that's when you really understand what girls are for. Sure I knew about the birds and the bees and why animals have sex. After all I lived on a farm but it didn't really dawn on me until I was educated by some of my friends. That's when my fantasies about her really started, about the time my testosterone was beginning to rage and my body started changing. I didn't see her much while I was in grade school, neither did I see her much during the days when she was a senior in high school and I was freshman. She was in a completely different social clique. She had her friends and I had mine. She was active in sports, cross country, basketball, tennis and swimming which got rid of all the baby fat. She didn't really have any anyway. I tried to watch her during her sports activities as much as possible. I was fixated with her. Her body was something to be desired, so beautiful and perfect. All my buddies talked about her and how they wanted to be the one to have sex with her. I assume all the other older guys thought the same way. She was popular although I didn't see her hang around with the guys that much. I knew she dated. Saw her at school dances and other activities where guys hung around her. I didn't hear anything scandalous about her though; she was just a nice girl from a nice large family. I suppose having a lot of brothers around scared off most of the guys. I started sneaking over to her house at night when my parents thought I was asleep. I was in the 8th grade back then, when I finally worked up the courage to do it. I was kind of ignored by my parents as I never caused them any trouble so it was easy. My parents never checked up on me. She lived in an old two story farm house that backed up against a wooded hill that sat behind the house. I found her room the first night I snuck over. It was at the end of the house closest to the hill, a corner room. Her room had large windows that covered both sides of the corner with curtains that I never saw closed. Her bed was positioned so the head was under one window with a side view of it from the other window. I could stand at the window, look in and down onto her bed. I guess she never thought anyone would sneak around behind the house and watch her. There were no other close houses around and there were never any prowlers this far out in the country. There was a back patio that had plenty of trees and shrubs around it as did the rest of the back yard. The back door to the patio had a motion detector for the light but I never activated it during my prowling, I stayed far enough away. There were plenty of places to hide during the daylight hours and shadows to hide in during the night. I had no trouble trying to see in to her bedroom and her bathroom as well because the curtains on the bath room window were never closed either. How lucky for me. It was not a private bath that opened only into her room but had two doors, one for her bedroom and another to another bed room. The door to the other room I saw her lock when she was in the bath I suppose to give her the privacy she thought she had. I explored the yard carefully when no one was home and plotted out my hiding places and the paths I would take during the evening hours to avoid being caught. If I had to watch from a distance for some reason, a small pair of binoculars solved that problem. The first time I saw her, she was undressing for bed. She was the first girl I had ever seen without any clothes. She was beautiful, more beautiful than any picture in a magazine. The pictures didn't seem real, this was. I was light headed as I watched her strip down to her panties. I could barely breathe, my heart caught in my throat and blood rushed to my cock. It was instantaneous. I thought she was going to slip under the covers when she turned the blankets back on her bed but when she walked over to a wall mirror and looked at herself in it, I broke out in a sweat. Things got harder for me, painfully harder when she slipped the panties down and off and started twisting this way and that as she ran her hands over herself. She was nothing like the other girls in school, on the chunky side with baby fat. She was perfect with small perky tits, a narrow waist, smooth flat stomach and slender hips and thighs. I almost choked when after looking at herself she flicked off the ceiling light and walked over to the bedside table just in front of the window and turned on the lamp. Her small blond patch glistened in the light drawing my eyes there. I didn't think to back away from the window out of the light so as not to be seen but stood there fixed to the spot. I thought she didn't see me for she stood there for several long seconds looking out the window, turned and slipped under the blankets and reached over and turned out the light. I stood there trying to see in for several more minutes and seeing nothing but darkness; I finally left and went home. After that my fantasies about her grew. She was always on my mind, the only girl I could think about. Each and every time I would jack off, I thought of her, pictured her in my mind. Wet dreams were hard on me and I had to take to wearing shorts to bed to keep from staining the sheets. I snuck over there as often as I could to watch her. Sometimes I would never get to see her but when I did; she always did a kind of strip tease after locking her doors. Sometimes this was done standing in front of the side window where the bedside light would shine upon her and while undressing would run her hands over her body like she was showing off, wanting me to see her. That was difficult for me to watch without jacking off right there in front of the window. I didn't know then that she could see me standing there, that she was teasing me and watching me jack off. She had gotten a job after school and on weekends at the grocery store in town and would come home late. One time I happened to be there watching outside her window when she came home really late on a Friday night acting strange as she was undressing to get into the shower. She had taken off her panties and looked at them, ran her finger through the crotch feeling something there, sniffed them and wiped herself with them before she stepped into the shower. I didn't know then what it meant at the time. It was a short time after that I watched her shave in the shower. She removed most of her golden patch carefully working around her pussy leaving only a small golden patch on her mound. I was fascinated watching her do it and very highly aroused. When she finished, I watched her lean back in the tub and take the hand held sprayer and get herself off. I came in my pants before I could get it out. I would also watch her lay on her bed and do it with her fingers. She started doing that a lot after that, sometime after she got the job at the store. I was fascinated by her doing it and would jack off watching her, trying to cum the same time she did. It wasn't until later I knew the real reason why she was doing it. She was not only still teasing me but she was having sex and liked doing it. When I became a freshman in her senior year, I joined cross country to try to see more of her in school and tried to run with her but although she was nice to me, I didn't fit into her group. I often watched her from afar, at basketball games and practice and the other sports she played. I found it hard to try to talk to her. I would choke up and get sweaty. On weekends, I would sometimes sneak over during the day when no one was home and try the windows to see if they were open. On one of those occasions I found the bathroom window unlocked and finally got up enough courage to crawl in. When I did that, I discovered the lock was defective and would not lock all the time. I made sure after that that it never locked. The first time I snuck in, I took a pair of her soiled panties and used them to jack off in as I fantasized about her. It was later, after she had gotten the job and I had begun watching her get herself off that I discovered panties in her hamper that were covered in slimy cum. I knew right away what it was; I knew then she was fucking some guy. I got jealous knowing some guy was doing her. I tried to find out who it was by watching her even closer at school and during the after school activities but never saw her with any guy that she seemed close to. I didn't have a car so I couldn't watch her at work to see if there was a guy there. I determined that was where it had to be, a guy at work. It only happened when she got home late from work on Friday and Saturday nights only it wasn't every Friday and Saturday night at first. It seemed to happen one or two times a month I discovered as I kept sneaking in and digging through her soiled clothes hamper. There were times though it turned out to be every Friday and Saturday night. After several months of finding evidence of her sexual activity and being devastated by it, I explored her bedroom and bathroom a little more thoroughly. I found her birth control pills. This was the real proof. I was heartbroken. I had considered her mine, wanted her to be mine. I was the one that snuck over and watched her, became intimate with her beautiful body, knew every golden hair, every fold and crease of her pussy from my watching her. She was all I could dream about every night and see every day in my fantasies. It was almost too much to bear. That was when I became determined to have her. I was going to take her some night in her bed after I snuck in. I started planning. Thinking about it made me hard and after digging through her hamper, I selected a pair of black lacy panties and jerked off in them while sitting on her bed. I was determined to do it, to have her. It was a month later on a very warm Friday night when I got my chance, when I finally worked up enough courage to do it. Well, it wasn't just a warm night, it was hot. The weather had been hot for days, with the temperature over 100 for the last several days. This was just before she graduated and moved out. It was now or never as I dressed in black gym shorts, no underwear, black t-shirt and slip on sneakers. I carried no identity and had a pair of latex gloves to wear. I was sweating hard as I dressed, the excitement of what I was planning added with the heat, increased the sweat that was soaking my t-shirt and shorts. I guess I had been watching too many detective stories on TV now that I think back on it. What a dumb kid I was. There was already evidence of me all over her bedroom and bath. Anyway, I arrived by her window just after dark and waited. The hot still night was almost unbearable. I almost cancelled when the moon came up. It was a full moon and bright. I was really glad I had dressed in black and sat back in the shadows. It was just before 11:00 when I heard her drive up. I waited with anticipation for her to enter her room and turn on the lights. I could feel the blood rushing to my cock and could feel myself already getting hard. I was fully hard when she finally entered and walked around turning on the lights in her room. I moved closer to the window and discovered with delight that she had moved her bed sideways and up against the windows which were open I suppose to catch what little breeze there was in the evenings. There was none tonight. The still air was stifling. She was wearing that dress that made a guy hard just seeing her in it. Sometimes when she wore it to school, it was the talk of all the guys. I imagine the men teachers were excited to see her wear it too. It was miserable for me when I saw her in it. I could see she was tired as she didn't shower like she usually does before bed but just stripped and after pulling back the sheets and blankets, she turned off the lights and lay down on top of the sheet. I thought she was going to pull the top sheet up over her when she reached over and turned off the bedside light. I was disappointed about the darkness, I wanted her to leave the light on for a while so I could look at her but I choked up when I saw that the moon light illuminated her beautiful body for me. It was going to be light enough for me to see her while I fucked her. I stood there looking at her as I waited, too excited to notice my shadow falling on her. I waited impatiently hoping she would quickly fall asleep as I watched her hands and fingers dance across her breasts and flat stomach and settle on her mound and slowly move up and down and in and out as she moaned finally in release as her body shook. I had a hard time keeping my hands from my cock, I needed to cum, I hurt but I held back. I wanted to cum inside her. I was determined to do just that. When I thought she was asleep I carefully and quietly crawled through the bathroom window after putting on the gloves. I made sure all the doors were locked before I approached her. I was breathless and sweating as I gazed down on her beautiful body, the moisture from her glistening on her still swollen pussy. My cock was so hard it was standing straight out and hurting. I slipped off my shoes and shorts and was beginning to lean over her, my knees just touching the bed when she moved her legs apart and sighed. I almost jumped out of my skin and backed away and hid in the shadows. My heart was racing so fast and I was so scared my cock and ego deflated. I wasn't sure I could go through with it. I lost my desire and slipped from the shadows, got my shoes, shorts and crawled back out the window. I stood outside looking in for some time before I finally went home feeling angry and lost. I lost touch after she graduated and moved in with her girl friends and eventually went on to college. I knew then I would never have her. I hated myself now for being so cowardly and not going ahead and fucking her when I had the chance. I was larger than her so I knew I could have held her down. I can still picture her perfect body laying there on her bed, her swollen pussy so close, so inviting and my cock so hard it hurt. Me, I got involved in sports and tried to forget her as best I could. It was in the locker room with a bunch of other guys when I discovered I was more than average and it wasn't caused by just the extra foreskin. I hadn't been circumcised and had been kind of embarrassed by it. I think I was the only guy not circumcised. Word kind of got out I was "bigger" and different and I didn't have any trouble getting girls, the loose ones that is. I still thought of Sara though and imagined it was her I was with when I got a girl in bed. I went on to a community college after I graduated high school and majored in fire science and became a fireman in a neighboring town. I didn't see Sara again until I caught a glimpse of her one day in a restaurant some 5 years later. I had the day off and was in for lunch when I saw her. My body reacted the same way it did back when I had first started watching her as a kid. I was breathless and blood rushed to my cock. My mouth went dry and I began to sweat. My heart caught in my throat. I couldn't breathe. I flashed back to when I saw her laying there on her bed, her pussy wet and swollen, and my cock hard and aching. I felt like I was a kid again. I tried to calm myself down and took a swallow of water, choked and had a coughing fit. I thought I was going to die from embarrassment and quickly looked around to see if anyone noticed when I finally caught my breath. No one had paid me any attention. At least the coughing fit had calmed me down and my cock was not trying to poke its way out of my trousers. Everything was back to normal. I wanted to approach her and I was about to go over and talk to her when some guy and woman sat down with her and got into some sort of discussion about a trial date that I overheard. I could see it was a working lunch so I didn't interrupt. I sat drinking coffee until they finished and left. I followed and saw her enter a law office building several blocks away. I studied the wall plaque and discovered she worked there. That's when I started watching for her again on my days off. In spite of my age and experience with women, I found I was still in awe of her and I guess scared to approach her. She still looked the same, still beautiful with the body that she had in high school, the body that I wanted to lay on and be inside. One day I happened to be parked down the street from her office leading up to lunch time and discovered she was making it a habit of walking to lunch and having working lunches with her clients. I would watch her walk by. I could see she didn't recognize me. I had changed a lot while she seemed to have gotten even more beautiful. The old ache was back. Somehow I had to have her even though I was afraid to approach her. One day after I followed her into the restaurant, I had the opportunity. She had just finished meeting with a client with her assistant and after the client left, she had gotten up and gone to the restroom and smiled at me as she walked by. That was when I made the decision to slip into the booth behind them and listen in on their conversation. I had to find out all I could. They started talking about Sara taking off for the weekend when she came back. I overheard all of this. It was later that day she would take off and I figured I could slip away from work long enough to follow her. She indicated she would be alone. This was my lucky break. I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by. I found out everything, where she was going, time she would arrive, name of lodge and phone numbers. Everything I needed. When I followed them out of the restaurant, I called ahead and made my reservation in the same lodge. I would have only the one night. I had to work the next day. I got there later than I wanted but things worked out OK. After I got my room and cleaned up I dressed in sweats and went back to find the hostess and get the information I needed. It was easy to get her room number and I was surprised my room was across from hers. When I went back to my room to figure out what I was going to do, I tried her door and was surprised it wasn't locked. When I quietly opened the door and stepped in, it was like a flashback to that night when I snuck into her room and saw her laying on her bed. My heart stopped beating, got caught in my throat and I broke out in a sweat. I thought I would die when she looked at me. It took me seconds to say anything and I started to back out. When she called me back and indicated I was to sit on the bed beside her, everything rushed to the right places. I got instantly hard, harder than I've been in a long while as I turned and locked the door. When I sat beside her and pulled down the blanket and sheet, and ran my hands over her and looked at her, all the energy and frustration of those long past times I had watched her came flooding back. Her body was heaven and I was going to enter it. Making love to her was everything I had imagined. The kisses were long and deep, the taste of her was exquisite and when I first entered her, I truly thought I entered heaven. That night we fucked like rabbits, pausing only for seconds of recovery before going again. With her was the only time I had ever remained hard for so long. I had three releases into her before I softened and had to rest. Even then we hardly ever stopped until I had to leave the next morning. I hated walking out not knowing if I could come back. I made up some dumb excuse and left, completely worn out and tired, hoping I had enough strength to make it through work. She asked for my name and I told her it was Michael. I thought she would figure out who I was then but saw in her eyes no recognition. I didn't tell her my last name. Even though I was exhausted, I put in a full day at work worrying what Sara would think of me for walking out. Would she be there if I got back? I was lucky I got one of my buddies to fill in on my night shift and headed back to the lodge as soon as I got away from the job. I hadn't unpacked so all I had to do was get in the car and go. It was late when I arrived and when I quizzed the hostess of the lodge, she indicated Sara had been inquiring about me and was a little upset at me. She was still there though and in her room. I had only this night to be with her again as I had to be back at work tomorrow and indicated this to the hostess. I sweet talked her out of a key to Sara's room and ran up the stairs only to find her passed out when I entered. I could see she had taken a heavy dose of meds and tried to wake her only to have her come partially awake like she was drunk. She acted like she knew I was there and didn't hesitate to jump by bones like a sex crazed maniac. I couldn't believe it, we again fucked all night. It was slow passionate love sex; she anticipated my every move and gyrated her pussy and hip movements in rhythm with each of my thrusts and kept up with me. It was beautiful. I hated for it to end the next morning as I gazed at her, she still in deep sleep. Still I had to leave and hesitated to wake her. I left notes to her around the room. Leaving my number for her to call and wondered if she would since I kept sneaking away. I didn't see her again for another two weeks. I waited anxiously for her to call and she never did. I finally took matters into my own hands and went to her office one morning trying to find her. I saw her arrive at work and knew the office was usually locked around 11:00 to 1:00 each day for lunch. I came into the building just as the receptionist was getting ready to lock up and go to lunch and told her I was there to take Sara to lunch and would wait for her to come down to the lobby. There was no need for her to hang around, I had called Sara and she was expecting me. The receptionist left for lunch as did most of the building occupants. It seemed I had stood around for no more than 5 minutes when Sara came out of her office and saw me. I walked toward her and seeing her smile at me I indicated for her to be quiet by placing my finger over my mouth and waved for her to follow me. I knew where I wanted to go, there was a supply closet just ahead that would do nicely. I had seen a person come out of it earlier while I was waiting in the lobby carrying some legal tablets so I led us toward it. I wanted her alone and out of sight of others if there was anyone around. When she caught up to me I waved her to pass and as she passed, I opened the door and took her by the waist and pulled her into the room. I really didn't know what to expect from her but when her lips searched and met mine I knew I had her and she wanted me. There was no need for words as our passion for one another exploded in pure lust. My hands were all over her as I pulled up the hem of her short skirt and rubbed her pussy through her panties and felt her wetness. I slipped her panties down and she kicked them off as I cupped her inserting my fingers and rubbing her clit. She trembled and moaned as her orgasm began and the walls of her pussy clenched my fingers. I held her up with one hand on her pussy and the other around her back. When she reached down and unloosened my belt and let my pants fall to the floor and then rubbed me and felt my hardness, I knew there was no turning back. I had to be inside her. As I was holding my hard cock at the ready for her swollen pussy, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around me. My hands went to her hips to hold her with my cock rubbing against the inviting wetness of her. As I tried to position it she suddenly pushed herself away and blurted out something like it's not safe. I wasn't really listening. It was too late for me. I was at the point of no return I had to be inside her, my balls ached with the need. She kept struggling and saying things I didn't understand or didn't want to hear. I griped her hips harder and held her to me as I finally hear "not safe and use condoms". I remember saying I didn't like to use condoms or something like that. She was leaning back on some boxes struggling, trying to sit up and to get me to stop when I felt the swollen head of my cock at her opening. I griped her hips harder and pulled her to me as I thrust in hard and buried myself in her. I felt her tightness around me as she moaned, sat up and tried to push me away and hold me at the same time. She wrapped her legs around me and locked her ankles. She tried to keep me from thrusting while biting my neck I guess to get me to stop but I pushed her back against the boxes and continued my assault. I finally heard her say something about birth control and she wasn't safe but I didn't care. I was inside her and wouldn't stop. When I pulled her blouse free and started sucking and fondling her breasts, I felt her surrender as she dropped her arms and leaned back on the boxes and spasmed in another release. Her moans only encouraged me. Sweat from me was dripping down on her as I spread her legs wider lifting her hips up and pounded harder into her. We were both moaning and grunting as we got closer to release. My groin was slapping against hers as I felt myself getting close. I moaned a desperate moan as I tried to hold myself still, deep inside her to keep from cumming but it was too late. I felt myself stiffen more as my cock pulsed and flexed as it pumped onto her and I pushed in deeper. Her body spasmed with mine as an orgasm rushed through her in tune with mine. We played with each other and came several times after that in lustful love. I surprised myself when after my last release into her I ate her out. That was something I had never done before, eaten a cum soaked pussy. I liked it and I brought her to another orgasm. She was recovering when we heard voices that ended our escapade. We quickly dressed finally talking and quietly left the closet before we were discovered and walked to her office. She had lost my phone number and couldn't call. She wanted me to wait for her in her office as she went to clean up but I couldn't stay. I left a note on her desk with my phone number and left. I saw her watching me as I walked out the door. I am waiting for her to call, I need her to call.