Names have been changed to protect the guilty...

Ms. Right Now

I had always been the “good boy”.  The one whose best friend would trust to take his drunk girlfriend – the one with the incredible body – home so that he could stay at the party knowing she was perfectly safe.  The one you would trust your little sister with and never even think twice.  “He’s such a sweet guy,” they would say.

At the age of twenty-two, after years of frustration and masturbation, however, this “sweet” guy had finally decided that he was done being the good boy.  I had gone from a desire to wait for Mrs. Right to desiring Ms. Right NOW.  

Little did I know Alex would be Ms. Right.

I had known “Alex” for years.  We had met years ago at a summer camp.  I worked there throughout the summer while I was in college.  She volunteered for a couple of weeks each summer – the first week and the next to the last week of camp.  The time I first saw her, she captured my attention and made me swallow hard.  

She was blonde, about five-foot-four with a curvy figure, blue eyes, very nice breasts, and beautiful creamy thighs.  Her bathing suit took my breath away – and it was actually quite modest.  She had a mountain twang that could make one cringe but in her mouth it came across almost as seductive.  I thought she was incredibly attractive.  Interestingly enough, she liked me too.  

I have always thought of myself as an average guy and summer camp seemed to lend itself to the lifeguard types who made the girls swoon.  Alex was different.  

Our first year was merely casual flirtation.  After all, anything more was heavily frowned upon by camp management.  She lived an hour and a half away from me but, as I had no car in those days, she might as well have been on Mars.  

More than one night I drifted off to sleep having stroked myself into a near state of soreness fantasizing about it would feel like to have her mount on my hard cock riding me until I came.  I could practically hear her voice.  And I wondered what it would be like for me to lick her pussy.  I may have been waiting for Mrs. Right but damn she made me crazy.

The next summer brought a near catastrophe of biblical proportions when – on the first day of camp – Alex suffered a wardrobe malfunction.  Her swimsuit tore in a particularly revealing area.  She was wrapped up in a towel and near tears when saw her.  Once I found out what was wrong, I offered her one of my t-shirts.  It covered the tear quite nicely and the problem was solved.  Unfortunately, it was one of my favorite shirts.  It had my name and number from my college intramural basketball team on it.  When the week was over, I was a little disappointed when she didn’t return it to me, but I was happy to help.  

The summer progressed quickly and I was happy to see Alex when she returned later in the year.  As always we were well behaved but my fantasies about her had gotten progressively more involved.  I was now visualizing what Alex would look like looking up at me as she sucked my cock.  I imagined what it would be like to fuck her doggy style, but, alas, it was only a fantasy, one that happened two, three times a week…or more. 

On the morning of the last day of Alex's second week, I got word that the camp manager wanted to see me.  The guy who delivered the message said, “She’s pissed about something.”  

“Great,” I thought, “Not exactly how I wanted to end my week.”

As I neared the lodge, I knew why she was angry.  In the distance, I could see Alex.  Turns out my long-lost t-shirt had made its reappearance… on her gorgeous body.  Now, I knew why I was in trouble.

I found the manager in her office and she asked, “Why is that girl wearing your shirt?”

I explained what had happened and how I really was innocent of wrongdoing.  Fortunately, my two years of being “the good boy” on our staff earned me the benefit of the doubt.  She smiled, shook her head and said, “I’ll get it back for you.”

A few minutes later, a sheepish looking Alex approached me, now wearing a different shirt, with my shirt in her hand.  “I hope I didn’t get you into too much trouble.”

“It’s fine,” I said as I took the shirt from her.  “It actually looked better on you.”

“Awww you’re sweet."

I struggled to wash the shirt.  Every time I got near it I wanted to smell her.  Every whiff of her perfume drove me crazy.  But, it was all just a fantasy.

A couple of times over the years I would get letters from Alex.  She’d bring me up to speed on what everyone from camp was doing.  I looked forward to the letters and was thinking about how good it would be to see her again.  

After the third summer though, the letters stopped coming.  I wondered what was up.  Turns out that she had met someone local and that over the course of a year they had gotten serious.  

Other friends let me know when they got engaged that he was, in their words, "a total asshole.”   

“Oh well,” I thought.  “It was only a fantasy anyway.”

My last summer at camp opened without Alex.   She had gotten married rather quickly.  While a serious relationship had never been a serious possibility, I was still somewhat wistful.   Her friends talked about what a jerk this guy was and that bothered me somewhat.

Later in the summer though, I was surprised to see her get off the bus.  I couldn’t help but notice the ring finger was not covered.  Apparently, Alex discovered rather quickly what her friends already knew.  Her husband was indeed everything everyone had warned her about.  Fortunately, she discovered it before children came along and divorced his sorry ass.

I did my best to treat her as if nothing had ever happened.  It was clear she was struggling on some level. “Who wouldn’t be?” I figured.   So I just tried to be nice to her.  Being at camp put her back in a comfort zone that helped her feel the way she used to feel and, over the course of the week, I could tell the old Alex gradually started to come back.

As she got on the bus that Friday, I stared at her sexy ass and legs and thought, “I’ll never see her again.”  

Fortunately, I was wrong.

After I graduated from college, a local company advertised an entry-level position.  It wasn’t everything I wanted, but as student loans don’t care where the money comes from, I applied.  A week later, I received a call telling me that I had gotten the job… in Alex’s home county of all places.

At first, it didn’t really register with me, but on my second day there – as I was unloading still more things from my car – she pulled up next to me.   Mutual friends had told her I would be there.  She was chauffeuring her grandmother for her weekly shopping trip but as she knew where to look she saw me.   “We just happened to be passing by,” she said.  Her smile said something different though.

“Do you need a tour guide?” she asked.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” I replied.  “Know where I might find one?”

“Sure do.  Tell you what, I’ll be back this evening around seven and drive you around and let you see all of the big city,” she said, laughing at the joke.  The town wasn’t that big and I really didn’t need a tour guide… and we both knew it.

At seven pm, I heard her knocking on my door.  Heart racing, I opened it up to find a very different-looking Alex.  The one I was used to was the “summer camp” version.  Shorts, t-shirt…summer camp clothing with minimal make-up.

This version of Alex was in full jeans that nicely accentuated her figure.   Her hair was done and her make-up looked nice.  She looked quite different.

Apparently, she had a similar reaction.  “Wow. You look different,” she said.  “I think this is the first time I have ever seen you in jeans.  You look good.”

“Well thank you very much.  So do you.  Let’s see the big city.”

We spent the next hour or so driving around as she gave me tips. Shop here.  Don’t eat there.  The basic info that would be helpful for anyone to have.  Amid the chatter, however, tension was building.  I wondered if she could feel it too.

After a while, she asked. “Well, you’ve seen everything there is to see.  Now what?”

“Well, would you like to go back to my apartment and watch a movie?”

“Sure”

I have always enjoyed watching “Raiders of the Lost Ark” but that particular night, I wasn’t paying much attention to Harrison Ford.  As we sat in the floor and sort of watched the movie, she opened up about her marriage and what a mistake it had been.  We talked about my future in the community…and then I turned onto my side and leaned forward.

Nothing was really said.  The kiss seemed to last forever.  I may have been a “good boy” but that didn’t mean I had no experience with women.  I dated several.  Kissed and explored their bodies up to a certain point but there was still so much I did not know.

The kissing move beyond the innocent lips closed to more passionate and longing opened mouths… tongues exploring with our hands beginning to move over each other’s clothed bodies.  As I kissed her neck I heard moans that I had never heard before and I wondered how I could possibly be even more aroused than I was in that moment.

Alex knew my story.  We had even talked about what it meant to give ourselves to another.  She knew that I was a virgin who intended to wait until marriage.  However, when my hand cupped her ass cheek and pulled her even closer she felt my bulge.  She began to move against me.  I could feel the heat through our jeans, our breathing becoming louder and more intense.

I pulled away just far enough to stare into her eyes.  I did not even have to ask.  She knew.

“Are you sure?” she asked.  “I know you wanted to wait.”

“Right now I have never wanted anything more in my life,” I said.  And I meant every word of it.

It’s funny how standing and walking a few short feet away to a bedroom could be awkward but it was.  It was even more awkward when I realized that I was about to have unprotected sex.  I asked if I need to go buy condoms.  She assured me that she had remained on the pill since she had been married and had been with no one else.  

I wanted to savor every minute of the experience so I turned on the lights.  Her disapproving look told me to turn them off.  

“You don’t want the lights on?”

“No!”

“I want to see you.  You’re beautiful.”

“I don’t want you to see me.  Turn them off!”

Off they went.

I needn’t have worried.  My apartment was along the town’s Main Street.  The lights from the surrounding stores came through the blinds enough to allow me to see her.  

I lost my breath.

I know she felt as if she were fat, but her full figure was very much in line with that of Marilyn Monroe.  I was never a fan of twigs and her curves made my bulging erection ache.

We climbed into the bed and the awkwardness completely disappeared.  To feel her body against mine was electric.  With nothing between us, the heat from our aching bodies was building.  

In sync, I moved atop her as she spread her legs for me.  She reached down to grasp my cock and began to rub the head at the opening of her pussy and against her clit.  After what seemed an eternity she whispered, “Okay.  Go ahead.”

As I slowly moved into her, I listened as she inhaled.  As difficult as it was, I fought the temptation to become a beast knowing there was no way I could last long if I unleashed the animal that had longed for this moment for years.  I wanted this moment to last forever.

“You’re so gentle,” she said.  

I felt the electricity of gliding into and out of her.  She became more and more wet as we progressed.  Suddenly, I surprised her by rolling over.

“What are you doing?” she asked in surprise.

“I want you on top.  I always have.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

To this day I am not sure that she had ever been on top because it seemed new to her as much as it did me.  Before long though she developed a rhythm and danced upon my cock.  My balls began to boil and I knew it wouldn’t be long.

“Oh my God!  I’m going to cum!”

“Go ahead,” she said.  As if she sensed a finish line, Alex put all of her efforts into that moment.  Wildly she alternated humping up and down my shaft with grinding against me.  I exploded into her with an animalistic sound.  It seemed as if every ounce of fluid and energy had been transferred from my body to hers.  

Gradually she slowed her movement and lay atop of me. 

We cuddled for a few moments before she got up to get something to drink.  As she put on my robe, I couldn’t help but wonder why she always looked so much better in my clothes than I did!

When I told Alex that I now understood why people smoked after sex.  She completely cracked up.  It seemed perfectly natural to me and I was a non-smoker.

Returning from the kitchen, she reached into the glass of ice water she had poured and pulled out a cube.  She enjoyed my reaction as she lightly began rubbing it over my body.

Before long the robe was gone.  My raging erection had returned and soon the animal was unleashed.  My years of fantasizing about being with Alex were coming true and I wasn’t wasting a minute.  

I fucked her with a ferocity that I had never imagined in my wildest fantasies.  And as I had already given her all I had to give, there was no climax, just passion that continued to build.  I couldn’t have cum even if I had wanted to.  We must have fucked hard for 15 minutes when she pushed against me with all her might.  

“Oh my God, please stop,” she breathlessly said.  “I’m sorry but you’re a lot bigger than he was.”

Profuse in my apologies, I curled up with her and we cuddled again my still rock-hard erection poking against her ass.

A few minutes later, she climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom.  I heard water running and shortly she reappeared with a warm wash cloth.  Kneeling by my midsection, she took hold of my cock and cleaned it and my balls carefully before proceeding to give me an amazing blow job.  

She had asked only one thing – that I not look at her. 

But how could I not?  I had wished for this for years.  I could not help but stare as her head bobbed up and down over my manhood.  She swirled her tongue over the head of my cock and probed its hole in a teasing fashion.   She sucked, licked, and stroked me as I began to sense she felt bad for stopping in the middle of our sex.  

I finally said, “Alex.  There’s nothing left to give.  You can stop now.”

She came back up the bed but only for a moment.  Suddenly she realized that it was near midnight.  Even though she’d been married, she had moved back home and she knew there’d be questions to answer if she was out much later.  She scrambled around quickly putting her clothes on before rushing out the door.

The next day she called to ask if I had any regrets.

“No mam.  Definitely not.  It was everything I could have wanted and more.”

“Well, I’m glad but I’m going to tell you something… I can hardly walk today,” she said as she laughed.

Alex and I had only a couple of more encounters together before we decided we were better off as friends.  We really didn’t have a future together.  I was not Mr. Right and she was not Mrs. Right, but she was – and remains – much more to me than Ms. Right NOW.  She became Ms. Right.  

I’m pretty good with dates.  I don’t forget birthdays.  I remember the anniversary of my marriage and each September ninth, I remember Alex and can’t help but wonder if she remembers me too.