I flicked off the high beams as the only car we saw for almost an hour was approaching in the opposite lane. As the vehicle drew nearer, my car was filled with bright white light. Looking to the side of the road as a reference, I saw Shannon asleep, head against the door, legs pulled close to her body on the seat. The white light pouring through the windshield made her slightly pale face shine in an almost angelic way. The intrusion of light also illuminated her white panties under her skirt. I could still see a couple wet spots from my juices seeping out. The corners of my mouth rose to a thin smile as I thought about how this girl is the love of my life. I was tired from driving for the last few hours, and I was a little scared about our uncertain future. Yet this beautiful girl laid still next to me, glowing as if she were an apparition from a dream; a dream that for me had finally come true.
As if a switch were turned off, the oncoming vehicle quickly passed, and the car was once again filled with dim natural light. As I flicked the high beams back on, I took another look at Shannon, her body again covered in darkness except for her arms and face being tickled by moonlight. Oh, how beautiful she was! On the first day of high school I first laid eyes on her soft skin, her shoulder length red hair, her shimmering green eyes, her petite figure; she was the most magnificent sight I have ever seen. To this day, almost four years later, she still is.
When I met her sophomore, she had a fairly plain figure, small breasts, a flat stomach, a rear end that I would give anything to fill my hands with, and legs that would take a man ages to gaze at from top to bottom. She was a relatively quiet girl, but she had her moments. She was an only child and her parents were divorced. She used to live with her mother, but her father gained custody after her mother had financial problems.
Over the course of our sophomore year, after I worked up the courage to talk to her, we became good friends. In the fall I would watch her run cross country and cheer her on at every meet. In the winter she would come over to my house occasionally to drink some cocoa or play some games with friends. Some evenings we would be alone and we would find out so much about each other. How she liked guys who were honest and open, and how we both loved the song “The Boys of Summer” by Don Henley. It was the small things we had in common that made our friendship grow, but it was how much we understood each other that was slowly pulling us closer together. In the spring, I kissed Shannon for the first time.
I remember it like yesterday. I took the small of her back in one hand and pulled her towards me. I took my other hand, pushed her hair behind her ear, and leaned in as I let my hand slide down the side of her body. It was a good kiss, and very romantic, but she didn’t want to mess with a good thing, at least that’s what she said. I could tell she wanted me, but because I understood her so well I could also see something was wrong. I respected her privacy though and left her alone. I didn’t see her as much during the summer as I had a job at the family store a couple cities away, and she was always busy with one thing or another.
At the beginning of junior year, her legs had toned up more, and seemingly over the summer she had become much more of a woman. Her hips looked wider and her breasts grew to a more pronounced B cup. As the fall progressed we caught up with each other and she continued to fill out her figure. It was as if her body was fine tuning itself. She also started behaving a little weird. Most notably, she didn’t get involved in cross country this year. I thought it was a little odd, but figured that she probably just didn’t have the time this year, even though she enjoyed it.
Just before the winter break, my grandfather lost his fight with cancer. Shannon was there for me every step of the way. It was then that our feelings for each other grew until they could no longer be avoided. One night, after a super bowl party with some friends, she pulled me aside and got the most serious face I had ever seen on her, which is until tonight. She told me that she had wanted to have relationship beyond our friendship for a very long time, but that her father wouldn’t allow it. She said she never asked him directly, she just knew. She was telling me all this as she was holding both my hands and at times she would squeeze them a little bit harder and seem to fight off tears. I understood though as my feelings for her were almost as intense. She kept saying that we could be together, but no one could know. Not our friends, not our family. I leaned forward, held her tight and lightly kissed her neck and whispered in her ear that I had dreamed of being with her and that I would do anything to be with her.
For the rest of junior year we hung out on a pretty regular basis. She would usually come over to my house when we wanted a little more privacy than hanging out with friends. This wasn’t too odd considering everyone knew we were good friends. They figured that one day we would end up together. Little did they know we had already begun our secret relationship. Near the end of the school year we started going on actual dates. We would see movies, get dinner, play mini golf, all that usual relationship stuff. I even met her father when I went to hang out at her house once. He gave me a kind of mean look, but I guess that’s what fathers are supposed to do. Besides that, he was pretty talkative and seemed to take a liking to me, besides the fact I was a boy that was spending time with his daughter. He seemed to really care for her. He would give her hugs and call her his baby girl. Shannon would kind of smile awkwardly when he would do this, probably because it was slightly embarrassing for her. I figured they had to be pretty close though because of the divorce and what they went through with her mother.
During the summer, our relationship continued to progress, but remained well behaved and innocent. Shannon and I would spend time out near the soccer fields in town and look at the stars, thinking how beautiful they were. Every once in awhile I would prop my head up and lay on my side. I would look at how beautiful her face shown in the moonlight and how I was certain I could see the stars reflect in her fascinating green eyes. Her eyes would then wander over to mine and ask me what I was looking at. I would just run my hands up and down the soft skin of her arm and gently kiss her lips. We would make out in the fields for hours. I would feel her breasts through her clothing and lead my hand up her legs to her squeezable butt cheeks.
During the end of summer, before we went out on another date, I was at her house. Her father was saying how she was always out so late and that he was beginning to get a little concerned. Remembering how Shannon said her father would never allow it, I told him nonchalantly that we spent a lot of time with friends watching movies and things like that. He seemed a little more at ease, smiled at me, and said I wasn’t a bad kid. That night, in the soccer fields, Shannon gave me a blowjob. We had been making out when she told me she had a surprise for me. She gently pulled down my pants as I got a grin on my face. She started to stroke my cock which was already hard from the excitement and looked deep into my eyes. She had done this with me before, and I wasn’t sure what would come next. She told me to then close my eyes, and when I did, I felt her warm mouth come over the tip of my penis and slide down to the base.
She moved her tongue in circles around my cock and I couldn’t help but think for a moment that she had done this before. It was utterly amazing. She would bob her head up and down for a while, teasing my dick with her tantalizing tongue and sucking softly on my rock hard cock. Then she would take it out of her mouth and lick around the shaft of my penis and almost giggle. One time when she went back to sliding my cock in and out of her mouth, I cracked one eye open and saw the most beautiful girl, the girl of my dreams, sucking my cock in the moonlight. She started to move up and down faster and I was getting closer and closer to orgasm. As I was about to release my pent up sexual energy, Shannon gazed up at me with those green eyes of hers and I felt my balls and my cock tighten up. Her eyes closed, and then darted back up at mine with great surprise. She immediately stopped and with the biggest smile on her face exclaimed that I wasn’t supposed to look! At that point, due to the chain of events set in motion by her first look into my eyes, my cock exploded and shot my semen all over her shirt and her neck. For a moment, she was surprised and turned on. Quickly though, she became upset and started yelling at me. I told her I couldn’t do anything about it and she started to leave. Before she stormed off, I grabbed her, kissed her, and told her I loved her. Her eyes started to fill with tears and she said that she loved me too. I asked her to stay, but she said she couldn’t. I went to sleep that night thinking of how amazing my cock felt with that orgasm, but was also unsure why Shannon got so upset.
The next few weeks leading up to the start of school I didn’t see Shannon at all. No one saw her. Not a single one of our friends, no one’s parents, not a single person saw or heard from her. I thought she might have gotten in trouble for staying out so late all summer. Then again, it could have been because her father found her shirt covered in dried semen. I figured that would be hard to explain. After a couple of weeks of being unable to reach her, I tried her house, and her father told me she was grounded. Not wanting to get involved I didn’t ask why and respectfully said goodbye. It was one of the hardest times in my young life. I felt incredibly guilty and dearly missed my love, Shannon.
I finally saw Shannon again on the first day of school. I gave her flowers and a few notes I had written over the weeks explaining how sorry I was. She seemed a little upset, but wasn’t mad at me. We kissed for the first time in weeks, and it felt almost like the first time. We had a lot to catch up on, at least I had a lot to tell her, and she quickly forgave me for anything I thought I did wrong. I told her about pretty much everything I did during the weeks without her. I said how much I missed her and how time with friends wasn’t nearly as good as time with her. I also told her I would think about her sucking my cock and touch myself. I told her about how I would close my eyes and imagine her looking up at me as I would get closer and closer to orgasm. She always enjoyed this, and it made her smile. She was surprisingly quiet though about her weeks being grounded, but I suppose being grounded didn’t really generate anything fun to tell about. She got really upset whenever the topic came up, and so I gradually stopped wondering what was up with all that drama at the end of the summer.
Halfway through the fall, we were back to being incredibly in love. She was happier, and we started spending more time with each other again. It was around this time that some of our closest friends found out about our relationship. We explained to them that her father wasn’t too keen on her having a boyfriend, and that’s why it had to be secret. One of our friends made a comment to me that her dad probably figured out she had a boyfriend and that’s why she was grounded for so long.