Lakehouse Reunion

The screen door slammed behind me, and I heard her laugh before I even turned around. Maya was standing on the dock, barefoot, holding two beers, the late afternoon sun catching the wet strands of her dark hair. She looked exactly like she did at eighteen, except the girl-next-door softness had sharpened into something that made my throat go dry.

"Jake Turner," she said, walking toward me. "Still look like you just got out of practice."

"You still look like you're about to push me into the lake."

She grinned, handed me the bottle. "Maybe later."

The lake house was hers now — inherited from her parents. We'd grown up here, spent every summer swimming off this dock, and I hadn't seen her in twelve years. Her husband was somewhere on a business trip. She'd said that twice already, like she needed me to know.

"You've got a wife?" she asked, settling onto the wooden steps.

"Ex-wife. Two years now."

She nodded slowly, took a sip of her beer. The silence stretched, filled with the lap of water and the distant call of a loon. Her knee was inches from mine.

"I think about that summer sometimes," she said quietly. "The one before senior year."

I remembered. We'd been in the boathouse, late at night, and I'd kissed her so hard we'd fallen against the old canoe. Nothing happened. Her dad had flicked the porch light on, and we'd scattered like deer.

"You never finished what you started," she said, and there was a challenge in her voice that made my cock stir.

"Maya..."

"Don't 'Maya' me." She set her beer down, turned to face me fully. "We're adults now. We can say what we mean."

"Okay." I leaned in. "I wanted to fuck you that night. I wanted to bend you over that canoe and bury my cock in you until you screamed."

Her breath caught. Her eyes went dark.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

I kissed her, and it wasn't gentle. Twelve years of wanting crashed into that kiss, my hand fisting in her damp hair, pulling her head back so I could bite her bottom lip. She moaned against my mouth, her fingers already working at my belt.

"I want you inside me," she gasped, breaking the kiss. "Now. Here."

"Here?"

She laughed, that wild laugh I remembered, and shoved my chest. I fell back onto the grass, and she was on top of me, yanking her sundress up around her waist. No panties. Her pussy was already slick, glistening, and she grabbed my cock through my jeans, stroking me hard.

"Jesus, Maya."

"I've been thinking about this for twelve years," she said, freeing my cock and wrapping her fingers around it. "Don't make me wait any longer."

She lowered herself onto me, and I groaned as her wet heat swallowed me inch by inch. She was tight, so tight, and she rode me slowly, circling her hips, watching my face with a hungry smile.

"Fuck, you feel good," she breathed.

"So do you." I gripped her hips, guiding her rhythm. "Ride me, baby."

She did. She rocked harder, her tits bouncing under the thin cotton of her dress, and I reached up, yanked the fabric down so I could see them, so I could pinch her nipples until she gasped.

"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me harder."

I flipped us, driving her into the grass, and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I pounded into her. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed off the lake, and she was moaning so loud I had to kiss her just to shut her up.

"Don't stop," she whimpered against my lips. "Please, Jake, don't stop."

I didn't. I fucked her until she came with a scream, her nails raking down my back, her pussy clenching around me like a fist. I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and slammed back in from behind, grabbing her hips and pulling her onto my cock with every thrust.

"That's it," she panted, pushing back against me. "Fuck my ass, Jake."

"Your ass?"

She looked over her shoulder, eyes wild. "You heard me."

I pulled out, spit on my fingers, and pressed them against her tight hole. She moaned, pushing back, and I worked a finger in, then two, until she was begging.

"Now," she gasped. "Do it now."

I positioned myself, pressed against her, and slid in slowly. She cried out, her fingers digging into the grass, and I waited, letting her adjust.

"Move," she demanded. "Move, you bastard."

I did. I fucked her ass with long, deep strokes, my thumb circling her clit, and she was a mess beneath me — moaning, cursing, coming again with a shudder that nearly broke me. I came inside her with a groan, buried so deep I could feel her pulse.

We collapsed onto the grass, tangled together, breathing hard. The sun had dipped below the treeline, painting the lake orange and gold.

"You always were a show-off," she whispered.

"Takes one to know one."

She laughed softly, and we lay there, listening to each other's breathing, the water lapping at the dock, the first crickets starting their evening song. Her hand found mine.

"Same time tomorrow?" she asked.

I squeezed her fingers.

"Same time tomorrow."

CATEGORIES: [Stud, Lake house, Reunion, Rough sex, Anal fucking]