Senior Year Box Set

“Yes, it’ll be worth your while,” I assured her.

Pam got off the couch and did a little striptease for me. It reminded me why my California surfer girl had come in second in the Miss California Teen contest. She was smoking hot.

“Wow,” I said again.

“Hold that thought,” I continued as I jumped up and ran to my bedroom to get a condom.

I put it on and had her get onto the couch with her legs spread. I wanted to make sure she was ready, so I began oral ministrations on her. Pam and I had been together enough that we knew what to do to each other to furnish pleasure. She began to squirm from my efforts.

“I want you inside of me. Now!” Pam cried as her orgasm took her.

She was breathtaking, lost to her own pleasure. It took all my willpower to wait for her to catch her breath. When I thought she had come back to earth, I took Mr. Happy into my hand and pressed into her entrance. I waited for a second, even though it took every ounce of my self-control to hold off until she was ready. Pam looked me in the eye and gave me a little nod. With a steady push, I thrust all the way in.

This was it. Nirvana. Bliss. Me. Right now. Us together, at this moment. Her wet heat wrapped around me. It all felt so incredibly good.

Her fingers threaded their way into my hair. I grabbed her hips and tentatively pushed. I watched for the signs that she had adjusted to my invasion and made little movements in and out until I saw her relax. The moment she was ready, I began to thrust.

As we made love, she became an active participant. Pam adjusted her hips so I would sink deeper. It became a team effort as she rose to meet me, and from there we set a steady pace. The goal was a marathon session, not a sprint, at that point.

Pam and I always meshed well sexually. The giving and receiving of pleasure had been our goal from the first time we shared our bodies. I took a moment to lean back and observe my defined abs going down to where we were joined. Her body under me was glorious. I loved the sight of pure bliss on her face as her breasts made a little wobble each time we came together.

I tried to take in every sensation since this might be our last time for quite a while. The flush that darkened the skin of Pam’s chest; the little squeaks she made; the scent of mint from her shampoo; her luscious lips that begged to be kissed. I couldn’t resist the invitation as I dipped my head to her mouth and captured her lips as we made love.

Our mouths came together in a hard, sloppy, glorious kiss. It just added to what was happening.

I reached down and slid my hands under her thighs to lift them higher.

“Wrap them around my hips,” I encouraged her.

I’ve never had her do that before, but she got the idea and crossed her ankles around my waist.

“Is that how you want it?”

“Exactly,” I assured her.

When I began to thrust again, she got it and groaned her pleasure. I let my head fall back as I felt myself approach the point of no return. I held off, though, as I waited for Pam to get there first. From the way she began to huff, I could tell she was close, too. I began to drive harder and deeper, hitting that magic spot within her that tripped a switch.

“Hand to heart, you’re the best,” she shared.

That distracted me enough to allow me to plow on. Pam began to raggedly gasp for breath, and she started to shudder. This would be a big one. She clamped her thighs tighter and dug her heels into my backside. Pam seemed about to lose control, and her movements became erratic, as though she was trying to buck me off.

“David, oh God, oh God … David!” Pam cried out.

A moment later, she began to chant.

“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.”

In my mind, the crowd roared. When I heard her say that, it was the hottest thing ever.

Pam and I had a connection beyond a bit of fun. She was the mother of my child, the girl I’d asked not once but twice to marry me. She’d been smart and turned me down, but that’s not the point. Being with Pam was always going to be something special to me.

Unbidden, tears began to well up in my eyes as the emotion of the moment took over. This was one of those rare moments you know you want to always remember.

Finally, I felt the inevitable happen. Yes! Hell, yes, this was us showing each other how much we meant to each other. I let out a low moan simply because I had to voice it. We were both rigid as we experienced the ultimate pleasure.

I was a little disappointed when she pulled off me and headed to the bathroom to clean up. I had a small smile touch my lips as I watched the sway of her hips. The saying, ‘I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave,’ came to mind. While she was gone, I disposed of the condom.

She came back out, climbed onto my lap, and gave me a searing kiss.

“That was simply perfect,” Pam announced.

“Do you think your mom will let you have a sleepover?” I asked.

“Oh, my. Do I need to call Tracy?”

“No. You’re more than enough for me,” I assured her.

“Right answer. Let me go call my mom and tell her not to expect me until morning.”