[MF] Reconnecting with my first girlfriend years later and showing each other how much better we've gotten

It's surprising how easily names and faces can come back to you after years of not seeing or even thinking about the person. I happened to be in my hometown for a wedding and decided to go out to a bar with some old buddies. I went up to grab a drink when I heard an oddly familiar voice behind me.

"Oh my God, Cole, is that you?"

The moment I turned around and saw her face, a wave of memories came flooding back. Miranda, my first "real" girlfriend. Look, we were young. "Boyfriend and girlfriend" meant we ate lunch together and sometimes kissed after school. It also meant we were each other's firsts.

"Holy shit, Miranda, I haven't seen you in years," I said. "You look great."

She really did. She was a lightly tanned Latina with natural brown hair with bright golden highlights. Her face and smile was still youthful but her body had grown. She had big natural tits, a round ass, and a flat stomach.

"You look good, too," she said. "Did you start working out somewhere along the line?"

"Yeah, I really started pushing it in college," I responded. "We're not just two scrawny kids anymore. You've been working out too, I can tell."

"I try and keep my figure," she said.

"Did you just get here?" I asked. "You don't have a drink in your hands, let's fix that."

I ordered her first drink of the night for her.

"Funny to think this is only our second drink together," she said.

I thought about it and smiled. "You're right. Corey's party. Jesus, we probably shared one beer and got wasted."

"I can't believe I let you feel my boobs that night," she said with a laugh. I smiled and looked away, holding my tongue. "Don't say it, it's not happening" she told me. Like I said, it's surprising how easily names and faces come back to you, but it's even more surprising how easily someone can jump right back in to reading your damn mind. Yes, I absolutely was about to ask how many drinks it would take to feel her boobs again.

"You married?" I asked.

She held up her ringless hand. "Almost was," she said. "But he had other plans with some other girl."

"Ouch."

"What about you? Any special woman in your life?"

"No one right now and I wouldn't say I ever got particularly close to that level of commitment," I said.

"Just two lonely losers, as always," she said.

"I've learned a lot over the years, though. Like to always remember to like my girlfriend's Facebook posts after she gets her nails done," I said with a smirk, then took a sip of my drink.

"Oh my God I was like 15!" she said, laughing. "That was very important to me. I had to have more likes than Jenna."

"Hey, you never know, if I had sent that stupid like, maybe we'd still be together," I said.

"Maybe. I guess we'll never know," she said. "Here, let me give you my number... unless you still have it."

"I'll be honest, I probably deleted that years ago. I still have the same number, too."

"Oh yeah I definitely deleted that. Probably all in a rage over that dumb Facebook like," she said. We exchanged numbers, and went our separate ways.

I texted her a few nights later to ask if she wanted to grab another drink and she agreed. We set up a date at a local brewery the following Friday. She showed up in a red top with a deep V to show off her cleavage, a jean jacket, black leggings, and a black choker around her neck. I stood up to greet her and give her a hug and I think it was the first time either of us realized how much I towered over her.

"Damn, you were tall then, but I feel like I stopped growing and you kept getting bigger," she said.

And yet another instance where what I really wanted to say had to go unsaid. It's funny how one's sense of humor can regress so far when you meet someone from your past.

We spent some time reminiscing on "the good old days." We first met when I watched some girl put gum in her hair and helped her get it out (then get revenge). I remember she looked me in the eyes after and told me, "you have the bluest eyes I've ever seen." Still on this night over a decade later, she couldn't help herself but comment on my eyes. It's a strange feeling to meet someone like that at two entirely different stages in your life. The first time I saw her, I felt this purely hormonal immature lust with a tinge of fear over talking to a girl. Every moment I spent with her was living in fear of fucking it all up. All these years later, the fear was gone and I felt completely comfortable talking to her. It was more like just chilling with an old friend, though the lust still remained... only, it was more mature and trained.

"Do you remember that first time?" she asked with a sly smile.

"How could I forget? It was only about 30 seconds," I replied.

"God, it felt like an hour though," she said. "I was so afraid."

"I was fucking terrified," I said. "But I guess that's how it goes for everyone. You learn through practice, right?"

"True, I've gotten much better. I don't just lay there and let it happen anymore," she said.

"And I last... an appropriate amount of time which I won't specify to set unrealistic expectations," I joked.

"That's assuming I intend on finding out for myself," she said.

"Let's be honest, you're a little curious," I replied.

"A lot can change in 14 years," she said.

"A lot can stay the same."

Needless to say because you already know how this goes, but we ended up Ubering back to her place together at the end of the night. I'm good about being respectful in other peoples' cars, but it was hard for us to keep our hands off each other. I placed my hand on her thigh and held it tight and she reciprocated. I could feel my cock begin to stiffen already and grow down my leg. She lifted her hand and placed it back down to feel it, then very subtly stroked it over my pants. The moment we left the car, I playfully started to grab at her as we walked up to her door. She laughed as she tried to concentrate on getting her key out.

Once inside, we kicked our shoes off and stopped holding back altogether. I pulled her in for a kiss and we made out right in her entryway. I reached my hands under her jacket and pulled it off to get a better hold on her body. I pinned her against the wall and slowly lowered my hand down her body until I was slipping it into her pants. She took a deep breath and moaned as my fingers started rubbing her clit for the first time in half our lives. I kissed her face and neck while I touched her, eventually slipping fingers inside and feeling her drip all over my knuckles.

She unbuttoned by jeans and reached in to pull my cock out, so I pulled down her pants and spun her around to face the wall. She stuck her ass out and I bent my knees to get my cock down to her level and eased it into her. She let out another loud moan as I began thrusting, pushing her against the wall. I reached my hand around and grabbed her tits, then leaned in to kiss her neck from behind. For anyone interested in trying, this is not the easiest position in the world, but damn is it fun. That being said, we didn't last long here and quickly took it to her bedroom.

I reached my arms around her, lifted her up, and dropped her onto the bed, climbing on top of her and inserting myself once more. I slid my hands under her shirt and undid her bra with one fluid motion.

"That was much faster than I remember you being with that," she said with a smile.

"Told you I was better."

She lifted her shirt off her body, then threw her bra to the side while I unbuttoned my own shirt and got rid of it. I brought myself back down on top of her, my chest cushioned by tits, and continued thrusting. I locked my arms around her legs and pulled them forward to get a better grip. Her hands held tightly against my back as she continued to moan my name.

"Let me show you what I've learned," she said. She guided me onto the bed, then climbed on top and lowered herself onto my cock. She started grinding her clit against my body with her pussy fully stretched around my cock, then leaned down to kiss me and start fucking me. Her moans grew louder and more urgent as she neared orgasm. She lifted her body, holding her hands flat against my chest as she grinded faster and faster. Her legs pushed together and her back hunched forward, her arms pushing her tits together in my face, her pussy pulsing harder.

"Fuck, I'm not far behind," I said. She started fucking me and grinding against my body even harder and faster, trying to coax it out of me. It wasn't long before my grip around her legs tightened and I was filling her pussy with a thick load of cum.

She lifted herself off and watched my cum drip out of her pussy onto my still-hard cock.

"I'm sorry, I got way carried away," I apologized in a moment of clarity. "I promise I'll go by the store and pick u-"

She laughed and pointed at a small bump on her arm. "Implant," she said. "I probably should've told you but I got pretty carried away myself."

"Well I can confirm, that was definitely better than I remember," I said.

"You actually let me cum first this time," she joked.

"I think you did that yourself, I had nothing to do with it," I said. "But I'd like to change that."

"I'd like to see you try," she said. She rolled on top of me and kissed me once more before rolling off the bed and to the bathroom. When she returned, we chatted some more. The entire time, the energy levels remained at all-time highs. I think there's just something about fucking someone again when you're both at entirely different stages of your life from you were when you first hooked up. There's no hard feelings because you both recognize that the things you fought about were stupid and inconsequential, so all that remains is this fiery passion.

We leaned back in to start making out again and I reached my hand down to rub her pussy. I felt a mixture of my cum and her juices as I fingered her harder and faster. My other hand held hers and locked our fingers together.

It didn't take long before I was as hard as ever and crawling back on top of her.

"Do you like it from behind?" I asked.

"In my ass?"

"No, like doggy, you weirdo."

"Oh, yeah, I like that," she said, flipping over. "We did this before, don't you remember?"

"Oh yeah, it was one of like three positions I thought I could handle."

I got behind her and slid back inside. "Fuck, you're bigger than I remember, too," she said.

I grabbed her by the hips and thrusted at a consistent and hard pace. I focused all my willpower on making her cum again after prepping her with my fingers. After a minute in this position, making sure I was hitting all the right spots, I felt her pussy quiver and her body tense up as she came on my dick once more. I turned my focus onto making myself cum, and soon pulled out to shoot another load on her ass and across her back. We cleaned up and I stayed the night.

I woke in the morning to the sound of the shower running, so I decided to get up and ask to join. She was already rubbing herself when I peered in the open door and knocked.

"Get in here," she said with a smile. "I was hoping I'd wake you."

We fucked once more in the shower then washed ourselves off before I begrudgingly left to get ready for more wedding festivities. I made sure to keep in touch with her while I was in town, and we had ourselves a nice little sex-filled getaway by the beach the following weekend that I'd love to tell about maybe in a part 2.