I’ve known Tanya Lewis practically my entire life.
She was always a “tomboy”. She liked to hang out with the fellas, playing football, climbing trees and rough-housing. I can’t remember ever seeing her in a dress, or playing with other girls.
She had a crush on me, and at first that kinda weirded me out, but I actually grew to like it. It meant she had no problem acting like my “personal bodyguard”. I’ve always been a small guy — my childhood nickname was “Li’l Man”. When the bigger boys tried to push me around, she had my back.
Tanya has always been an “amazon” compared to me. When we were younger she was usually a head taller and probably 20 lbs. heavier. In grade school the kids used to call her “Tanya Titan” or “Ti-Tanya” because she was always the tallest one in the class, even taller than some of the teachers.
We’re in our 30s now. I’m still short, only 5’7″, and Tanya is 6’2″.
After high school I joined the Air Force and left home. I bounced around the world for a few years — Germany, Japan, and Kuwait — and after my discharge I landed a job as the shipping manager of a freight company near home. Tanya stayed and went to the local community college to become a teacher. She’s now a guidance counselor and the girls’ basketball coach of our former high school.
We’d kept in touch over the years, mostly through emails and texts. When we ran into each other at a grocery store a while back, it was our first face-to-face since the summer after high school graduation. Since then we went back and forth with texts about having a real get-together (dinner or drinks) but our schedules wouldn’t allow it. Then, a few weeks later a mutual friend sent us both invites to a cookout that we both agreed to attend.
That night, shit got real…
I got there “fashionably late”, the invite said 4 and I walked in around 6. There were probably more than 50 people there. I chatted with Angie, the hostess, had some food and a beer and chilled.
I was probably there Bolu Escort for 20 minutes before I finally saw Tanya; of course, she’s the tallest sista in the place. Her hair was styled nicely, instead of just pulled back in the usual pony-tail, and she had a hint of makeup. She wore a pair of skintight jeans and a silk blouse. She looked good — damn good actually!
Don’t know why I never really noticed before how nice her ass and titties are…but damn!
“Ms. Lewis..!” I smiled up at her.
“Hey Rodney..!” she smiled back. (Whenever she said my name it always sounded like “Rot-nee”)
We hugged. Of course she had to bend down to do so. We talked, drank, reminisced and laughed for a long time, ignoring everyone else in the place. This was our time — the reunion of “Li’l Man and Titan”!
“You wanna bounce up outta here?” I finally asked her an hour later, as the crowd got thicker, drunker and louder, “Go grab that drink we been meanin’ to have?”
“Hell yeah…!” she said, taking my arm and almost lifting me out of my seat. “We can just go chill at my crib…”
Cool — I was down with that. She only lived a quick 20-minutes up the road.
“Nice place.” I complimented when we walked into her spacious condo. There were basketball trophies and framed photos throughout.
“Beers are in the fridge,” she said, after kicking off her sandals, and telling “Alexa” to play some soft R she had an expression of disbelief that this was actually happening.
“You like me eating your pussy…?” I said, licking and fingering her. She moaned and nodded.
“Yes, baby…yes!” she whimpered, “I been wantin’ you to eat this pussy for so damn long…” It wasn’t long before her moans got louder. “Rodney…I’m cummin’, baby…” she panted. “You makin’ me cum for you…”
When she said that I decided to introduce her to a technique I came up with while in the Air Force (every lady I’d been with loved it). Just as the first convulsion of her climax began, I stopped Bolu Escort Bayan licking her, raised onto my knees, and plunged my dick into her — balls deep. I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting around me.
“Oh shit…oh fuck…oh shit..!” Tanya screamed from surprise and pleasure as I leaned in and started pounding her while she came. She wrapped her arms around me tightly. “Don’t stop, Rodney…oh, baby please don’t stop…oh shit! Fuck me, Rodney…!”
I think she might have cum two more times as I fucked her. She uncontrollably tightened her thighs around my waist, almost crushing me, as her juices ran down my legs. When I kissed her again I could taste the salt from the tears that had begun to flow. Not even her moans made much sense after a while; she was down to mostly deep, guttural grunts and gasps.
I kept fucking until my back, thighs and balls were sore, and I was completely soaked in both of our sweat.
“I’m cummin’…” I finally grunted when I felt that familiar tingle, and I started to lift off of her.
“No. Give it to me…” she whimpered, holding me tighter. “Please, give it to me…”
Unable to break her grip, I unloaded into her. When I was done we remained like that for quite a while, listening to the music, tightly wrapped up in each other.
“You alright…?” I finally asked after another song had ended; she nodded against my shoulder. Her head was turned away — I could tell she was still crying.
When we pulled apart, I held her and we just laid there and listened to another song. She continued to cry softly, and I wiped a few tears away for her. I kept asking, but she kept insisting that she was OK. When the song was over, she lifted her head and kissed me.
And then she punched me in the shoulder – hard.
“Ow…shit..!” I winced, rubbing out the pain. “What the fuck, Tanya?”
She shifted and straddled me, pinning me under her full weight and jabbed her index finger into my chest. I seriously Escort Bolu doubt I could have gotten away if I wanted to.
“First off, mutha-fucka’…” she hissed at me, inches from my face, “it’s about goddamned time! I oughta kick your li’l ass for makin’ me wait so fuckin’ long…! Second — that was some damn GOOD-ASS FUCKIN’ — AS I SAID, I oughta kick your li’l ass for makin’ me wait so fuckin’ long…! Third, an’ MOST IMPORTANT — is you listenin’, mutha-fucka’…?”
I nodded — I was actually more than a little scared.
“This WILL NOT BE THE LAST TIME….” Tanya announced. There were still tears streaming down her face. “I been waitin’ most of my goddamned life for you to get this, you finally do…” she closed her eyes and took a deep breathe, “an’ I got NO PROBLEM tellin’ you — you completely ROCKED my shit…” she jabbed me harder with her finger, “you best get used to doin’ it AGAIN! Do we have an understanding…?”
I nodded — she punched me in my other shoulder, softer this time. She kissed me again, wiped away her tears, and went to the bathroom. I could hear water running as I laid there contemplating what had just happened. She returned a few minutes later and tossed a fresh towel at me.
“You can wash up, if you need to…” she said.
I washed up. She was standing next to her bedroom door when I came out.
“You can stay…” Tanya said. Her tone was softer now. “If you want to…”
I smiled and stepped past her into the room. Neither of us spoke another word, we kissed and held each other. I fell asleep with her curled up behind me.
That was almost 8 months ago. Tanya has moved in with me since then. I have tried my best to “rock her shit” as much as I can, whenever and wherever I can. We have even tried fucking in some of the places she suggested — at the park, at her school, and on the basketball court at the school (the janitor caught us, but Tanya didn’t care).
Two days ago, I dropped $5-Gs on a diamond and platinum engagement ring — I’m gonna ask her over the weekend. Coincidentally, this morning she asked me if we could try anal this weekend. She really wants to feel my dick buried up in her ass.
I wonder which I should do first…this is going to be interesting.