My (23M) affair with a high school girl (18F).

I’m currently 30, living in a major city, and married to a beautiful woman who keeps me completely satisfied. But for some reason I can’t help but think about some of my old flings when I was in undergrad back in a small town (80k people). I thought I would write about one in particular, Rita. She was my last real partner in playing around, while I was her first – we kept up a correspondence for a while after I met my future wife. I began to settle down, while Rita started doing amateur fetish porn and worked as a sugar baby.

This took place when I was about 23 years old, and had just broken off a 2-year arrangement with an older divorcee. We weren’t monogamous, but knowing I could call her up and blow my load in her 60 minutes later let me be pickier whenever I was out drinking. I was still in undergrad, completely broke, constantly high, and without any real plans for what I wanted to do after graduation, frankly it was a pretty great set-up and I still don’t know why I broke it off with her. For reference – at the time I was OK looking, I had been a good athlete in high school but like many university seniors trying to get into graduate programs and do a bunch of drugs, I wasn’t taking good enough care of myself. I still lifted weights a few times a week and biked to get around (except for winter) but I drank lots of beer, so I was a fairly burly 6’ and190lbs with shaggy hair and a beard.

I decided to try internet dating, hoping to find a relationship that wasn’t purely based on sex (it did not work out that way). This was before tinder really made it to my small Canadian town, so I used OKCupid. After a few months of meeting girls for coffee/drinks and never really hitting it off, I found Rita. She was young, only 18, but was exactly the kind of girl you’d expect to find on a site like Tumblr – she had dyed her hair green, she made a bunch of pop culture references to pieces of pop culture I didn’t follow, most of her jokes were only funny if you were also a fairly militant feminist, and basically everything she wore was from a thrift shop. She was tremendously fun to talk to. She was also fairly cute: a pretty face, only 5’1” with smallish breasts and a not-skinny build, but a thick and perfectly shaped ass.

Rita and I really hit it off. After a couple of conversations I asked her if she wanted to go smoke some pot someplace nice with me Saturday afternoon (my parents had given me their old car for my last year of school, it was up for inspection the next December). She asked me to pick her up at a convenience store, which was a bit weird (but I get it, safety first). I found her in the parking lot wearing a beanie with black sunglasses, what seemed to be pajama pants, a hoodie over a tank top, and with a small bag of treats. We went to a lake area that is popular in the summer, but completely empty by October, and found a nice bench to sit on.

We smoked for maybe 15 minutes, and Rita’s coughing made me suspect she wasn’t as experienced a smoker as she told me. She got very cuddly once she was high, and laid down on the bench with her head on my lap. I fed her a few candies with my hands, and then I rested my hand on her midriff, and then slid my hand under her shirt. I started to get an erection that she must have felt against her head, because she took off her sunglasses and smiled at me.

I asked her if she wanted to sit in the car, because it was warmer. We held hands as we walked to my car, and as I went to open the passenger door for her she opened the back door and pulled me inside behind her. On top of her really, because she laid down and we immediately started making out heavily with the car door open and her feet sticking out – her lips tasted like candy, mainly because of the candy I suppose. We stopped briefly to close the door and she got on top of me and pulled off her zip-up hoody, revealing that she was wearing a tank top without a bra underneath. I started licking her neck as she really ground herself against my cock, separated by a few layers of clothing. I pulled down her top and started sucking on her nipple when she whispered in my ear “I’m still in high school”.

I paused – suddenly a few things made a bit more sense. She didn’t me to pick her up from her house because she still lived with her family. She was wearing big sunglasses and a hat on a cloudy, temperate day because she knew it was a bad look for a high school student to be driving around with someone my age. I also realized I might have given drugs to and was making out with a high school student. I started to ask “Are you-“, and before I could say anything else she said “I’m still 18, keep sucking”, and put my right hand on her ass and pulled my head back to her breast.

I experienced some psychological whiplash – I went from being on shock to even more turned on by the taboo. I went wild on her tits, pinching and squeezing one while I sucked on the other. Then I pulled her against me and kissed her neck while I slid my hand down the back of her pants to find she didn’t just skip on wearing a bra, she hadn’t worn panties either and she was completely smooth from her ass to her pussy and she soaking wet. I started rubbing and exploring, and once I found her clit, Rita’s full body shivered and said “I want you to fuck me”. Now, I could lie to you and say I did just that, and fucked her little high school pussy (and trust me, I would fuck that little pussy many times), but I hadn’t had sex in close to two months at this point. Rita got off of me, opened my zipper and went down to give what was meant to be a quick blowjob to help get my cock wet. The second her mouth made contact, I blew one of my biggest loads ever right in her mouth. Rita just hunkered down, and swallowed every last drop while moaning as though she was cumming herself. She licked my cock, and then wiped a bit of cum off her cheek and said “next time you had better fuck me”.

This was the first time I ever saw Rita, and probably the most innocent. Over the next two years, really until a few months before I met my wife, we had an off-and-on thing that became progressively kinkier. I’d love to write some more if there is any interest.

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