Reunion with my garden friend

Confession of an anonymous user.

Before even starting, I feel the need to confess.

- The idea of giving sincere exposure to a foreign public, opening my mind, memories, and past to people I don't know, feels strange to me.

- I still don't fully understand what my objective is when starting to recount my experiences. Generally, I'm more of a planner, but here I am, without proposing it, writing down my past.

- Some of the things I'll be telling will be slightly changed, while others will be exact.

- My real name isn't Federico; it's an alias I've used since I was a teenager to maintain anonymity for certain practices. Nothing related to burning infants as sacrifices to pagan gods. I'm talking about common and ordinary family life.

- I don't know if my experiences will be erotic, pornographic, or simply common reading material. It's not something I propose categorizing right now; it'll become clear with the flow of words.

- Finally, and no less importantly, I must say that the main axis of my inclination to this practice is my muse Maritainfiel. It's for her and her stories that a desire was awakened in me to pour out my experiences, partly as a hobby and partly as catharsis. So, thank you very much! And to all those who still don't know her, I invite them with enthusiasm to visit her profile; they'll be enchanted.

- No more introductions; the story begins.

I saw a movie scene where the protagonist was asked what his first memory is. This question is what leads me to write this first account. My first memory... I think about it a lot and, after forcing my head to arbitrarily bring it up from one side to the other, passing through family, vacations, mother, and friends; I always come back to the same sequence. More specifically, to her: Bárbara. The first girl who I liked. My garden classmate. It was when I realized something certain, marked by fire. I liked women. They were going to like all types of women, but more specifically, she condemned me to my downfall for the blondes. She was blonde until exhaustion. And that's how she drove me crazy with love.

You'll say: What does a four- or five-year-old know about love? Don't ask me, I don't have an answer. All I know is that I have a vivid memory of my foolishness for her.

Without making it too long; since I'm forced to give details; I'll tell you that the memory, my first memory all my life is this: Sitting in a circle; my classmates and I. And she in front of me. Despite being the protagonist of the story, she didn't give me any attention at all. She concentrated all her attention on the teacher, being an excellent student and demonstrating it throughout the years we were classmates. I was dazed by the first scene of a puberty of my age that I registered. I got up, approached without shame, there are no such things at that age, and stood in front of her to see her better, not understanding who or what she was. In the background, my mother's shouts: Fede! Fede! Leave the girl alone. Go back to your place already. - In the background I saw the parents of the other boys laughing. My mother with a steel face: At your place, I'm telling you!

Without understanding my mistake, I went back to my place.

The following years we were classmates and the story didn't change too much. I'd try to approach her without knowing what to do and she never registered me. Not because she was being overachieving, simply she didn't register me. Or so I thought. She liked a pretty boy named Guido and there was always a half-hysterical guy in the years we shared class. It was in 4th grade that I repeated, lost track of her.

Until I see her again. It's at Claudio's house from primary school, where she gets together with several people from that time. A barbecue called... reencounter or something like that she told me. Twelve years passed without knowing her and when I see her, I recognize her at once. She's beautiful. Face of a woman, with the same essence. Sweetly youthful in her just measure. Celestial eyes almost grayish. Lips always ready for a smile leaving bare pearl teeth. Hippie wave. She's not dressed to kill, she doesn't need it or care about it. She has a loose, crocheted wool sweater in pastel colors, a jean Bermuda shorts and cheap sneakers. Simple, free, sweet. Above all, her hair hypnotizes me. Red as always but now with accessories from a life gone by. More worldly. She wears her hair straight and to the side, lacio and shiny. A series of bangs falls from her forehead to the lower part of her waist.

I'm at the grill accompanying my friend who, besides being an excellent host, is equally excellent at barbecues. I'm skewering a choripan when I hear someone behind me.

- Fede? - I turn around, chewing like an idiot - Hello! Do you remember me? - (Pf! That's not it).

- Ah! Hello! How are you?! So much time has passed, I... What a joy!

I knew she was coming, my friend told me. But I didn't know the time. I spent some time making small talk with someone near the door. Everyone else left except her. When I'm about to join Claudio, just then she arrives.

- Oh, what a great view of the swimming pool! - she says.

- And get in if you want - Claudio offers - Did you bring it like I told you? No?

- Of course! With this heat.

And without much protocol, she takes off her wool sweater, her jean Bermuda shorts and is left in an orange bikini. Her skin is bronzed and has a belly button piercing. As the night goes on, I'll tell you that she was on vacation somewhere... I don't remember where.

She's having a blast. Nothing with her hair all over the place and smiling. Every thing she does fascinates me. Claudio suggests going with her, since the barbecue had some time left. The choripan flies out the window and I approach the pool.

- Can I screw you for a bit? The heat that's making is tempting the swimming pool. - Yes, go ahead and get in! - She is all passion. Now together, acclimated and alone we catch up. We talk a lot, take another drink. I find out she was in several relationships but only two were serious. She traveled as a backpacker almost all over Argentina and the surrounding areas. She lived for a time in El Bolsón and had come back to Capital because she wanted to change the air and see her family. She was studying music therapy and worked giving classes of Latin rhythms. It's a cool job according to her words. We keep talking about the past and present. She laughs a lot, I don't know if it's from the alcohol or a particular trait of hers. Whatever it is, I love it. - You know. I used to like you when we were in high school - The words escape me alone, take shape in my heart more than in my mind and launch involuntarily towards her ears. She looks at me with a half-smile, I knew since that time, Always knew it. - And I also liked you. I mean, you were really handsome but a bit awkward haha - She laughs. It makes me laugh too. - Yeah, what do I know? I was nine years old, what could I have said? Would I have told you that the son of Vegeta killed Freezer with a touch? - We start laughing again with more enthusiasm. The alcohol is taking effect. - That was a great chapter! - She gets closer to me. - The slut mother! How never occurred to me that the most beautiful girl in high school also was the most promiscuous and watched Dragon Ball? I have to get rid of this bad habit of not asking questions. - Do you want to ask something now? - She tells me so close that I feel her soft breath with a minty flavor mixed with the sweet drinks she took. There's no need to talk anymore. We kiss passionately, bite our lips and tongues. She puts her arms around my head and we stick together. My palm is on her back; over the nub of her bikini. With the other arm I envelop her from her waist and lift her up onto me. She hugs me with her legs. It's a kiss that settles a debt, settles a '... debt to myself. Is she with herself? It doesn't matter now. Now it matters that she's sitting on top of me, twisting, searching for friction between our separated sexes by tiny pieces of fabric. Her mouth. Her mouth doesn't stop. She kisses my neck, bites my ear, and returns to my mouth. Walking backwards I recline on the pool steps. She gets off me and pulls down my Bermuda shorts, leaving them at knee level. She mounts me again, pushing aside a piece of bikini and pinching me. And she screams. She gives a loud scream of pleasure. A fit of sanity takes my eyes to the door that connects the house with the back. The glass is closed and no one seems to notice inside. The music covers everything. I go back to her. I go back to Barbara. I get up from the steps and penetrate her. With her embracing me with legs and arms. Her body still burns in the cold water.

- I'm close! - She says to me.

I increase my thrusts with my eyes closed. And it's there that I hear the glass door opening.

- Ah! Sorry, sorry, sorry! - It's Luciana. Another old classmate friend of Barbara's whom I almost never had contact with. But she's friends with Barbara. She stays standing, looking at us without leaving.

- Nothing to worry about, silly! Everything is fine - Barbara takes it with humor. She has an imperturbable joy that infects me. I felt between embarrassed and annoyed with the dust on point.

She adjusts her bikini and gets out of the pool. She says something in Luciana's ear.

- Go ahead, go ahead - Luciana says and leaves.

Barbara looks at me and calls me over with her hand. I try to adjust my erection in the swimsuit.

Luciana comes back with two towels.

- The top is free, come up and I'll cover you - she says.

- Thank God, I owe you two! - Barbara says and gives her a kiss on the cheek.

Already in an upstairs room we kiss more quietly and relaxed. The protection that a key turn gives is complicity. We undress each other. We eat with our hands. She pushes me onto the bed and kisses my Belly. Take your time going down. Leave the head of the penis exposed and start licking and sucking it. Faster and faster each time. Don't stop looking at me. With my other hand I'm caressing my testicles. - I want to cum - She says, intoxicating my head. - I get up and adjust her on top for a 69. I start savoring her wet vulva. It's hot and viscous. I delight in her juices while she masturbates me and keeps the glans in her mouth. We finish together. She finishes me off on my face and I cum in her mouth. We stay like that for a bit until I turn her over and we rest embracing. We don't talk, just show each other affection. Kisses here and there. Petting all over the body, And we kiss again. This time I'm on top and she receives me with open legs. She masturbates easily while I bite her nipples. With the desired erection I direct myself between her vaginal lips and penetrate her. It goes deep and firm. She hugs me towards herself and we melt in sweat, flow, and passion. We make love for a good while without changing positions. - Finish inside, give it to me - She says looking at me. I observe thinking what she already knows and nod my head. And I finish. I finish and she finishes behind me. We stay embracing enjoying the calm after sex that we owed each other years ago. We get up and shower together. When we go down the stairs, the food is cold and everyone's sitting there. They look at us and simulate a toast with laughter. I'm quite shy and modest. Barbara laughs. She always laughs and takes my hand to the table. We sit down, she next to her friend Luciana who gives each other a hug. I'm between her and the head of the table where Claudio is smiling while eating, looking at his plate. - What a son of a slut, Fede! Look how I tried and never got it, eh! - When I look up, it's Guido the short one talking. I don't know how much to say. If you liked it I'm very happy, if not I'll read your constructive criticisms with great interest. I'm very open to listening to opinions and advice. This is the first experience I write and also publish. So today being the day of first times I suppose I'll uncork a cider to celebrate with my wife, even though it's a personal and secret celebration. Yes, I'm married. But that will be for other stories.