Sylus’ Tales of Lust – Chapter 3 : Tammy

Chapter 3 : Tammy

Summer time, hot nights fueled by even hotter encounters. I sat alone at my desk, mindless browsing Facebook when I felt a vibration against my leg. I quickly grabbed for my phone. I had a text from Tammy. Tammy was the girl in elementary school, who I probably had a crush on, and she probably had a crush on me. But we were always too busy throwing eggs and shaving cream pies at each other to notice. The text read.

“Home from school. Meet me at Marengo at 11, we need to hang.”

Now I hadn’t seen this girl in person in maybe 8 years, but we had chatted a few times via email and Facebook so she wasn’t a complete stranger anymore. I didn’t have much better to do so I decided I would go meet her at our old elementary school. So I replied I’d see her there and finished up my browsing and head to the bathroom. A quick swipe of deodorant and a few sprays of cologne later and I was off.

It had been 2 weeks since the crazy day in which I fucked Ashley’s mom’s fake tits while Ashley ate her out, then later in the evening fucked both Ashley and her roommate. Even though I was given the green light to explore other woman I hadn’t taken up the offer. Ashley and I still hadn’t even talked about it, I wasn’t sure if I should chalk it all up to too much booze and too much sun. Besides I was afraid what would happen in the end. Would she be mad at me for doing it….or was she really just the perfect girlfriend? I didn’t know, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to find out.

I pulled up on the familiar back entrance to the school, she didn’t specify but somehow I knew she meant here. She was sitting on the curb waiting for me. I approached and I heard her exclaim, “Wow, you’ve really grown up!” as she stood to hug me. She was right, the last time I saw her I weighed the same amount that I did now, but that was 7 inches ago. I stealthily examined her body as she walked toward me for a hug. She had long brown hair that had a tinge of red in it; Tammy was a short girl, maybe 5’2″….maybe. Regardless she had some nice curves, a little bit of a booty that just looked like it needed a good slap and what appeared to be a nice set of C-Cups that pressed hard against her way too tight t-shirt.

Damn she looked good. This could be the night. I felt the lust starting to rise in me, but my brain fought with it to keep it all in check. I finally resigned to letting nature take its course and see how everything played out, but I wouldn’t rule out anything at this point.

“I could certainly say the same to you! Wow! You’re a woman now!” I said as we embraced. My right hand falling dangerously low on her back as we hugged.

“Mmmm you’re the one who did the most growing up! Last time I saw you, you were a little boy and now….well look at you!” she reached out and grabbed my arm; luckily I saw her coming and gave her a little flex.

“Well shall we go hang out where it all began?” I inquired. She nodded back. As we made our way to the gate I noticed that they had beefed up security since our days there. There were now locks on all the gates that used to be open 24 hours a day.

“Looks like we’re going over the fence, but uh, I’m probably going to need some help,” she said looking back at me. She crossed in front of me and stood at the base of the fence. It was only maybe 8′ tall but for her it was quite a climb. So I plotted a plan to help her over and I quickly walked up behind her, placing my hands firmly on her hips and lifted her up. She found footing on one of the gate hinges and I shifted my hands to her butt to help push her up. It was such a nice ass, so soft and pleasant. I gave it the lightest of squeezes and suddenly noticed that she wasn’t making any progress upward she was just hanging there letting me feel her ass, so I stopped. My hands gripped less and less flesh as she climbed upward, but going for one final touch before she made it to the top I gave one last push upward. My hands slipped down and the fingers on my right hand pushed hard into her warm pussy. Her jeans were slightly damp as my fingers pushed against her, I knew it was on.

I quickly climbed to the top after her and down the other side. Positioning myself under her by the fence I stretched out my arms to catch her. My right hand found its target, catching her in the armpit, but the left one missed. As she fell toward me my left hand grazed her body, first the flesh of her upper leg, then her stomach, then I finally caught her. I celebrated catching her in my especially because it almost ended badly. Until I looked down. My right hand was where it should be, but my left had her right tit firmly in its grasp. She looked up at me lightly biting her bottom lip.

“Thanks for catching me”

“Oh it’s no problem, I’m just glad you’re safe,” I responded, not realizing my hand was still glued to her chest.