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  Love Lost and Found

  By

  Mildred Trent

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Lost and Found By Mildred Trent

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  Love Lost and Found

  By

  Mildred Trent

  Chapter One

  Love is a fragile thing. We find it, then lose it. We want it, then let it go. I did that and have regretted it ever since.

  See, I, Priscilla Keaton, fell in love with my high school sweetheart, Travis Williams. It was crazy. We met in junior high and became friends. Travis was the ugliest thing to me back then but he was funny as hell and I enjoyed being around him. We both played basketball and I loved seeing him in those little shorts.

  See, I was a fast child, as the older people used to say. While the other girls my age were barely getting interested in boys, I was already there. Unlike the other boys at that age, you know, gangly with arms that appeared to be longer than their whole body, Travis was muscular. I guess working with his dad laying bricks in the summers was developing his physique ahead of schedule. Anyway, his face wasn’t all that to look at but his body…Oh Man!

  We became great friends through our junior high years then zoning regulations took us to different high schools and we lost contact our freshman year. We ran into each other again during our sophomore football season.

  Travis had filled out even more and that mug of his had caught up with his body. Wow! He had changed. He still had that killer personality and now the body and face made him a total package. I think that’s when I first realized I liked him a little more than I was willing to admit.

  We started talking on the phone and hanging out whenever possible. Travis played football and I started going to the games just to see him in those tight-assed football pants. We decided to take things a little further. We ‘announced’ we were “going together” and I began wearing his school jacket. There were some pissed off females and even more pissed males because I chose to date one of the ‘stars’ on a rival team.

  The guys even threatened to hurt him bad because he was the reason our athletes had to play so hard to beat the other team. Things were great. We stayed a couple through the remainder of our sophomore year, during the summer break and on into our junior year. I had one of the hottest guys in the eleventh grade in all four high schools combined and he was really into me.

  We used to have school dances after games. Whether we won or lost, my school always had a dance to allow us to burn off some steam and keep us out of trouble. We were wilding out with our friends and Travis asked if I wanted to take a ride with him. Of course I said yes because it would give us a chance to be alone, which we had never been able to do before. He had a Volkswagen Beatle; I’ll never forget it. Travis’ father had actually bought Travis that car when he was fifteen but wouldn’t allow him to drive it to school until he was sixteen.

  We rode to a known hangout park and Travis turned the engine off. We joked and played for a while then he leaned over and looked me in the eyes. All joking stopped on a dime. He wasn’t my first (I told you I was fast) so I don’t know why I was scared, but I was. I stared at him for a few moments then decided I really wanted to do this and leaned the remainder of the distance.

  Our lips met. Now, I already said he wasn’t my first, but his kiss set my drawers on fire. My pussy was so wet from that one kiss, I started slipping in the seat trying to relieve some of the pressure in my clit. He knew what was wrong with me and tried to slide his hand down the front of my jeans to finger me. My jeans were too tight, painted on, for him to get his hand inside so he unbuttoned and unzipped them.

  Travis looked back up at me and asked, “You want me to take it out?”

  My addle-brained mind didn’t comprehend what he was asking until he reached down and unzipped his jeans. Oh, okay. I’m back in the game now. He pulled his dick out and Wholly Shit, it was the biggest dick I’d ever seen. I had heard stories about how big he was. One girl he’d been with said she couldn’t even take him all the way in. Seeing it with my own eyes now, I believe her.

  Travis reached over and grabbed my hand. He wrapped my fingers around his dick and they almost didn’t meet. Now, I was about to piss myself. Would it fit? Would it hurt? Could I actually do this? ‘Put your big girl panties on and ride that stallion’ I told myself and I was determined to do just that.

  So lost in my own head, I didn’t realize he’d slid his hand inside my jeans until I felt the pressure on my throbbing clit. A strangled cry left my throat as he began to rub circles. I lost all inhibitions in that moment. Removing my hand from his gigantic cock, I shimmied out of my jeans and panties. He did the same then slid his seat as far back as it would go. Naked from the waist down, I climbed across the gearshift and straddled his hips. I couldn’t get my right leg down between the seat and the door and I knew if I opened it the cab light would come on. We weren’t the only ones in the park. I brought my feet up on either side of his body in the seat and squatted over him. I knew I had just opened myself up unrestricted and if he was able to get it all in, I would feel it in my throat.

  Travis reached between our groins and started to line up with my dripping hole.

  “Wait, don’t put it in just yet,” I said.

  “Why?” Travis asked.

  “I can’t take it just yet. Give me a minute,” I replied and lowered my pussy to the underside of his dick. I began rocking, sliding up and down on his dick. He groaned and reached under me, grabbed my ass cheeks, and pulled me closer for more friction. It felt good but I wasn’t getting enough stimulation on my clit. I gripped the back of the seat and leaned forward. That did it. Now I had the pressure on my clit I needed to get off.

  With his help, I rocked hard; up and down, over and over. I felt it coming and couldn’t have stopped it if I wanted to. I came, hard. I couldn’t shout because I didn’t want anyone to hear me so I bit the back of the seat to muffle the sound. Then, I did scream and didn’t care who heard, for Travis had taken advantage of the fact that I was now so wet I was leaking all over him to spear me, balls deep. He gripped my ass and held me impaled on his dick.

  I saw stars. It was almost as if I was losing my virginity all over again. I looked down at him and his eyes were closed, head thrown back. He was straining, sweat running down his face. We stayed that way for about two minu
tes then he opened his eyes and looked up at me.

  “I’ve never been able to get all the way in before. You’re so fucking tight it feels like you are strangling my dick. Can I move now?” he pleaded.

  In answer to his question, I slowly began to grind our groins together, feeling every inch of that massive dick stretching me farther than I’d ever thought possible. He closed his eyes again and groaned deeply.

  Feeling a little braver now, I started lifting off his dick and slowly lowering myself back down. I set a slow steady rhythm because he was just so damn big.

  He gripped my ass cheeks tight enough to bruise and his eyes popped open. “I…I…I have to move. You’re killing me,” Travis said.

  “Well, move then,” I said, gripping the back of the seat with a white-knuckled grip preparing for what was to come.

  Travis lifted and held me right where he wanted, then slammed up into me with enough force, my feet left the seat. I screamed. He moaned, pulled out and did it again. After about six such attacks, I realized, “This shit feels good as hell” and started slamming my body down as Travis slammed up.

  It was grueling. We fucked so hard the shocks on the car were screaming. The seat was bucking like we’d loosened a few bolts. I could have cared less if the entire car fell apart as long as Travis didn’t stop.

  He released one of my cheeks and brought his hand up and grabbed the back of my neck. He brought our mouths together in a bruising kiss and held me by the neck in place, effectively stopping my movements. He fucked me blue. I was so full of dick I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to walk for the next two weeks.

  Travis suddenly released my other butt cheek, threw that arm around my waist and pulled me down hard. My left foot slipped off the seat and I crashed down on his dick in a mind-splitting orgasm that had light spots dancing behind my eyelids. Vaguely I heard Travis moan loudly then I felt a gush of heat fill me from the inside. Gush after gush, Travis filled me to overflow but he held on.

  After what felt like forever, Travis’ grip eased up and he slid the hand he’d held me by the neck with down to my other leg and rubbed. “Your legs have got to be tired, being cramped up like that for so long,” he said.

  “Yeah, I do need to move and stretch,” I said, climbing back over the gearshift to the passenger seat.

  Looking around and the other cars parked in the park, I could see the one’s closest had fogged windows, just like ours, so there was no fear of being spotted if I got out the car still half naked. I reached on the floor and grabbed my jeans and panties. Opening the door, I stepped out on shaky legs and began redressing. I hadn’t thought to bring any tissue so my panties would be ‘throw-a-ways’ when I got home. Dressed, I walked around the car a few times to work out the kinks in my muscles.

  Travis had redressed in the car then got out and walked beside me. We began laughing and joking again and after about ten minutes, got back in the car and headed back to the school.

  Chapter Two

  We spent every possible moment we could manage together. We talked on the phone till late in the night. Every game we could be together, we were. We’d gotten in the habit of finding time to fuck as often as possible. We’d go to the drive-in but never watch the movie. We visited the park on many occasions. Our friendship was quickly growing into something deeper but we were too young to consider all that yet.

  Our senior year found us still hot and heavy. Our time together was easier now because our parents knew we were ‘serious’ about each other and they gave their ‘blessings’ for us to date. (If only they knew) Travis had spoiled me in the dick department because I knew I would never be able to get satisfaction with someone who wasn’t blessed.

  At some point in January of that year, a ‘friend’ of mine, Thomas, whom I’d had a thing with off and on for a while, decided he wanted more on than off. Thomas had been leaving high school as I was entering. We’d started talking my freshman year and, believe it or not, hit it off. We actually had a lot in common and I really liked the fact my boyfriend was older than me.

  Back in those days, having a boyfriend out of school was a status thing and I enjoyed my fame. He would bring me lunch every day and since he’d graduated from the same school, most of the teachers knew him and didn’t complain that he was there. We didn’t begin a sexual relationship until we had been friends for about six months.

  Our first time was hell. It hurt so bad I didn’t think I would ever do it again. I cried and Thomas held me. He told me it would get easier the more we did it and he would go as slow as it took for me to become accustomed to him. He did, too. After the third time, I had it down pat and it no longer hurt.

  Thomas taught me different positions and how to move to ensure my partner got as much pleasure as I did. He taught me sex wasn’t just about ‘getting a nut,’ but feeling one with the person you’re with. I was crazy about him. Not only because he was my first sexual partner, but because he genuinely cared about my well being.

  My parents knew Thomas and would let me go to games and movies with him. It helped that his father and mine worked at the same place so if Thomas ‘misbehaved,’ his father would kick his ass.

  Thomas also taught me another of life’s lessons. After we’d been sexually active for three months, I found out I wasn’t the only one he was sexually involved with. One day we were at a basketball game and a female came up to him ranting and raving like a lunatic. I didn’t know what was going on or who she was. I sat there watching this interaction, looking like a fool. She finally left and Thomas looked over at me.

  Yeah, I’d figured it out and he knew it.

  Thomas started to speak but I held my hand up. I guess I should have known it was too good to be true but I was blinded by infatuation. I stopped seeing him for about three months after that incident but eventually went back, purely for the sex. More and more incidences of females with attitudes occurred and I eventually decided as good as the dick was, it wasn’t worth all the hassle.

  So, when Thomas called me and said he missed me and wanted to spend more time together, I, being young and always horny, decided I could do that. I told him about Travis and that we would have to keep it on the low. He was okay with that because he was older and didn’t need the headaches, especially after everything he’d put me through. Thomas was blessed in the dick department also, just not as blessed as Travis. That’s probably why it hurt so badly the first time.

  I was in heaven now. Two big dicks just for little ole me? Hell, yeah.

  Travis had start hearing rumors about this thing with Thomas and I and confronted me. See, Travis knew Thomas. Growing up in a small town didn’t leave very much room for sneaking around with someone your significant other wouldn’t know. Not to mention the fact that we were friends before we ever became lovers, so I’d told him about Thomas.

  Travis knew we still kept in touch from time to time, but he didn’t know I’d started messing around with him again. I told him we were just friends, as we’d always been, and he needed to stop listening to everything the street committee said. Travis left it alone. I told Thomas about this and since he knew Travis, he decided he would get ‘buddy, buddy’ with Travis to alleviate his concerns.

  They started going to the YMCA together to play basketball. Thomas didn’t go to college. He got a good job right out of high school. The fact that Thomas played basketball in high school gave him and Travis a common interest. Travis liked playing with the older, more experienced players because it helped sharpen his skills, so them going to the ‘Y’ and playing together was the ideal scenario.

  Don’t get me wrong, Thomas really liked Travis so it wasn’t just a front. It went on like that for the remainder of high school. I graduated the first semester of my senior year and went directly to the junior college. I had all my credits and decided it would do me no good to stay in high school the remaining six months. Travis, who still had to finish his high school credits, was still in high school and with my class schedule that left me a lot more t
ime with Thomas.

  One day, Travis left school early and came to the junior college, which was only a block away from his school. After riding around the parking lot for almost thirty minutes, he didn’t see my car so he decided to ride around. He went by my parents’ house. No car. He rode by other family houses and didn’t see my car. Then he rode by my godparent’s house, and turning down a side street when he didn’t see my car, low and behold, there it was.

  See, Thomas lived on that side street.

  Thomas and I hadn’t too long finished what we had been doing when we heard banging at the front door. We were both dressed, just sitting on the bed talking, so he got up to answer the door. I didn’t hear anything so I figured it was one of Thomas’ many women mad because he had company. The door to the bedroom pushed open and Travis walked in. I was shocked shitless but didn’t let it show on my face. I’d become a pro at hiding my indiscretions and my poker face was game tight.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked with a nonchalance I didn’t feel.

  “I should ask you the same thing,” Travis said, voice dripping venom.

  “I got out of class early and didn’t feel like going home, so I came here to hang out with Thomas for a while,” I replied.

  He looked me up and down and noticed the only thing I didn’t have on was my shoes. I guess he figured since I was sitting on the side of the bed, which was made back up, it only made since I wouldn’t have them on.

  “I know there’s something going on that you aren’t telling me but you’re going to lie about it anyway so there’s no sense asking,” Travis said and turned to leave the apartment.

  I jumped up, grabbed my shoes and followed him out. As we go into the living room, we noticed at the same time that Thomas had left. Travis stopped and turned on me. “If I had believed you, I sure as hell don’t know. Your ‘boy’ just told on you. Why the hell would he leave his own apartment if there wasn’t anything going on between you two?”