Scott was a typical twenty-one-year-old kid floating through life in the mid-1980s. He was attending college, belonged to a fraternity, and was working towards his degree. His family was typical middle-class Americans, his dad was a retail executive and his mom worked as a secretary at city hall.

His best friend Dale was almost the complete opposite. Dale’s father died the summer before unexpectedly due to a heart attack, and his mom had a job as an office manager for a group of doctors. Dale chose not to go to college but was working as an entry-level draftsman for a local building contractor.

When Scott returned home for the summer to work as a lifeguard at the public pool he met Dale’s new girlfriend, Emily. Scott recalled Emily from high school as she was a couple of years younger than he and Dale. In fact, Scott had a huge crush on Emily’s older sister, Christine, who was a year younger than the guys.

Emily was just like her older sister. She was tall, attractive, athletic body, dressed well, and was a bit of a tease. Emily dressed provocatively, showing a lot of leg and cleavage. She was about five-nine, a toned size six, and with perfect 34C breasts. Her brown hair flowed past her shoulders and went perfectly with her dark brown bedroom eyes.

During the summer Scott, Dale, and Emily did a lot of activities together on the weekends. Scott and Emily built a good friendship and even did a few things on their own midweek when Dale was too busy with his job.

Emily was heading off to college in September and told Scott that she was planning on breaking up with Dale since she did not want to go away to college with the stereotypical “boyfriend back home.” She wanted a fresh start as she began her college life.

Dale took the mid-August breakup hard but understood her reasoning. They had dated for seven months, and he had taken her to several of her high school dances, including her senior prom.

As Labor Day approached both Scott and Emily were making plans to head their own way to their college campuses. She stopped by the park pool one day unexpectedly to talk with Scott.

“Before we both leave why don’t we go out to dinner? I’d like to talk with you more about college life,” she said.

“Sure,” he said. “How about Saturday?”

They made plans to go to dinner at a Mexican restaurant and Scott said he’d pick her up at 6:00 pm.

During their dinner, they talked about college, Dale, dating, and a hundred other subjects. Scott noticed how Emily was acting and he wondered if she was flirting with him. He blew it off as her just being a younger girl trying to impress an older college guy.

As they left the restaurant Scott mentioned that his parents had gone out of town unexpectedly that morning. He suggested they get some wine coolers and head back to his house to continue their conversation. Emily quickly agreed.

Once back at Scott’s house they sat on the couch, sipped their wine coolers, and continued their discussion about college. After the first drink, Scott was fairly confident that she was flirting, having dropped several innuendos.

Scott went into the kitchen to get more drinks when Emily followed and stood next to him at the counter, wrapping her arm around his waist.

He looked to his left, smiled, and said, “I wish I had a girlfriend like you. You’re so easy to talk with and you’re super cute.”

Emily blushed as she looked into his eyes. “You’re really good-looking, Scott. Kiss me.” At six-two he was in great shape from his year-round swimming. His long blonde hair and blue eyes made him a favorite of the girls at college.

The two were quickly in a heavy make-out session in the kitchen. Scott wasted no time locating her shapely ass with his hands, caressing her bubble butt.

They returned to the couch where they continued kissing and hands started to explore each other’s bodies. As he softly rubbed her boobs Emily moaned into his mouth, “Yes. Suck my boobs.”

Scott could not get her top and bra off fast enough. She found his cock in his shorts and marveled at his big hard cock. “Damn, you’re so big,” she whispered.

Soon both were naked, and they were in the depths of sensual and erotic foreplay. Emily quickly sucked on his cock, but being the mid-1980s it was maybe a minute. Scott went down on her wet pussy digging his way past her full bush to flick her clit with his tongue.

“I have condoms in my bedroom. Let’s move to my bed,” he suggested.

“No,” Emily said, surprising him. “I’m not fucking you.” She quickly sat up and pushed Scott away.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “We probably should stop. Dale will kill us if he finds out we got naked.”

“I’m not telling him, and you better not either,” she said sternly.

“No. Never. I’ll take this to my grave,” Scott said seriously.

“Ugh, I’m so fucking horny now,” she moaned.

He laughed, “You’re horny? Look at my huge boner! My balls are aching. I need to jack off and bust my nut.”

They both sat in silence for about ten seconds looking into each other's eyes.

“I’ve thought about fucking you all summer long,” he confided.

“Me too,” Emily said. “Dale is not good in bed. He can’t get me off orally and he only lasts maybe twenty seconds.”

Seeing an opening, Scott tried again to get her to his bedroom. “Let's move to my room. I want to make you cum.”

Getting a bit upset, Emily again told him, “No. I’m not that easy. I’m not fucking you.”

She then noticed Scott was slowly stroking his cock and she had an idea.

“Why don’t we watch each other masturbate here on the couch?” she said.

Scott would have done just about anything at this point to shoot his load, and the thought of watching a woman play with her pussy in front of him was something out of a Penthouse Forum column.

“Great idea,” he said.

“OK. Move back,” she said. Emily sat back against the arm of the couch, spread her legs wide, and started rubbing her clit through her brown bush.

Scott watched intently, slowly playing with his cock and balls. “Show me your pussy, please.”

She smiled. Using two fingers on her right hand she spread her swollen labia showing off her bubble gum pink love tunnel. Her left hand went down and pulled back her pubes, “Here is my clit. If you lick and suck it a woman will orgasm,” she whispered. “Now start stroking yourself.”

The two were both engrossed with what the other was doing as they self-pleasured themselves, making various comments about how hot it was, how horny they were, and how they needed to climax.

Emily had two fingers buried into her pussy banging herself with one hand as the other caressed her breast and occasionally pinched her nipple. “I’m so close, Scott.”

“Me too. Fuck, it is so hot to watch you play with yourself,” he said, not taking his eyes off her hand in her pussy. “Oh shit, I’m going to cum!”

Emily giggled, “Me too. Shoot your load! Oh fuck, I’m cumming!”

As Scott exploded, he yelled, “Fuck!”

His rope of jizz shot out of his purple mushroom head and easily went three feet, landing on the couch fabric near Emily’s right foot. Scott started to laugh as the next few spurts of spunk flew maybe a foot before cum oozed out of his crown and covered his right hand.

“I’m cumming!” Emily said again. Her legs shook and she raised her ass off the couch. Her right hand was coated in her pussy juice glaze as she slowed her finger thrusts. “Holy shit, that was so much fun!”

“Yes, it was,” Scott muttered.

Emily looked at her hand and licked her fingers. Noticing the blob of cum on the couch she wiped it up with her index finger and brought it to her lips. Her tongue parted her lips, and she dabbed the cum on her tongue. After a short pause, she sucked the blob off her finger.

As both were coming down off their endorphin high, they realized what they had done, and a wave of guilt filled the room.

“We can’t tell a sole about what we just did. This is our secret. Do you understand?” Emily said.

“Like I said, I’ll take it to my grave,” he whispered.

Snapping back to reality Emily stood up and told him, “Get dressed. I want to go home.”

The two sat in silence as they put on their clothes and tied their shoes.

Scott looked at Emily, “I do not regret what we did.”

“Neither do I. I might tomorrow morning, but it was fun and very sexy,” she said with a smile.

“You are so sexy, Emily. Under different circumstances…” he said before being cut off.

“Don’t say it. Don’t think about it. It’s done. We did it and I don’t regret it,” she said. “But if I ever hear you told someone I will kill you.”

Scott drove Emily the short mile to her parent’s house. They could see the outlines of her parents sitting in the living room beyond the sheer drapes as they sat in his compact car.

“Thanks for dinner,” Emily said. “I had fun.”

She leaned across the center console and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“I leave Tuesday morning. Can I see you Monday night? he asked.

“That is probably not a good idea,” she said. “I leave on Thursday. Good night.”

Emily closed the door and walked up toward the house. She turned and waved as she opened the front door. Scott waved back, put his car in drive, and pulled away from the curb.

She stepped into the foyer and closed the door.

The End.

Note: "Scott" and "Emily" go on to have several make-out sessions over the next few years. They eventually go all the way one booze-fueled night in a city park.