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.