It had been years and years, but the memory came back like it was yesterday, the rich, lush feel of her body, the soft, smooth taste of her flesh. It was Mrs. Baumgartner I was imagining beneath me, with her smooth, tanned thighs, spreading them wide for my tongue. Oh my god, had we really-? I hadn’t forgotten, not really, but I hadn’t thought about it or spoken it of it since Gretchen and I had gone our separate ways.

“Oh Mrs. B,” I whispered, lost in the fantasy, TJ’s cock driving it home with every thrust. I could almost taste her, thick and pungent on my tongue, hear her moaning as I licked her to orgasm after orgasm after… “Oh god, yes, baby, that’s my girl, come for me, come on, do it, do it, come in my mouth!” TJ groaned at my words, his fingers digging deep into my hips. “Oh fuck, Ronnie, oh my god, yesss!”

I want to say it was the feel of him coming, that first, hot spurt of cum, that sent me over the edge-but it wasn’t. It was remembering Mrs. B, the thick, hot lap of her tongue against my clit, and most of all, the feel and taste of her coming in my mouth, how she shuddered and dug her nails into my flesh and pressed her cunt against my face until I couldn’t breathe, and I loved it, oh my god, I couldn’t get enough of her…

“Oh, oh, yes, coming, oh please…” My voice turned small, young, and I lost myself in the memory and the sweet pulse of my orgasm, arching with it on the bed, again and again. Suddenly, I wasn’t a twenty-nine year old kindergarten teacher, mother of a five-year-old, about to celebrate her seventh wedding anniversary-I was a young, naive nineteen-year-old girl having her first experience with the wide open world of sexual pleasure.

I buried my face in pillow, panting and breathless, as TJ slipped out of me and slid off to the side. His belly was wet with sweat as he shifted his hips toward me.