1991: the year I lost my heart to a 17 year old

2018: the year we finally consummated the friendship

2026: picking up where we left off

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You've got someone here
Wants to make it all right
Someone that loves you more
Than life right here
You've got willing arms that'll hold you tight
A hand to lead you on through the night right here
I know your heart can get
All tangled up inside
But don't you keep it to yourself
when your long day is over
And you can barely drag your feet
The weight of the world
Is on your shoulders
I know what you need
Bring it on home to me...Little Big Town

This could be categorized as me being a pedo.

but I wasn’t.

1991: unhappy marriage. Son is 2 years old.

I was asked to work on a haunted house locally at a volunteer firehouse. It was a paid gig. I did a lot of the props as well as all of the makeup and gore. Since theatre is something I really enjoy, I was happy to do this job. It ran every weekend for a month. Friday and Saturday nights.

I was surrounded by local men, women and families, all drawn together for a good cause. It was a fundraiser the fire dept. I was also surrounded by the youngens who hung out at the firehouse, in hopes of joining.

One youngen took a little shine to me. He has those doe eyes, the ones that are wide open and in wonder. He always came to my make up line and I took a little shine to him, but in an honest way. He was just so googoo eyed at me that it was cute. I mainly felt sorry for him because he had a tough home life. He had been thrown out of his house and he was only 17, living at the firehouse.

One night after the shows, we were eating our after shows food and I was walking around in the firehouse proper. It was dark. Unexpectedly, walking behind one the vehicles, I was kinda pulled into an embrace. The youngen pulled me into a soft embrace, and started kissing me like kissing was going to end. He was soooooo young BUT he knew how to kiss. I felt my body start to respond, not thinking about his age. But a sudden noise brought me and him back to reality. We broke apart and went our separate ways. But those kisses made the heat in my bones to turn to fire. I thought about that kiss for weeks. But, it was wrong. He was 17 and I was 28.

Eventually he became involved with my next door neighbor, a girl I called my little sister because I used to babysit her. I introduced them. We never let on about what had happened, but she knew. Like I said, this girl was my little sister. I had no problem with it. Sometimes, it made me wince a bit but I never let on.

They were together for a year, graduated together and went their separate ways. I didn’t see him again until he started bartending in a bar in my area. It was 2018, and when I walked in, I pleasantly was surprised. We chatted, catching up. We were both divorced.

We connected on face book. One night, I invited him over. Over a few beers, we chatted. Next thing I know, we were taking our clothes off and ended up fucking, all night long. I was very surprised that he was hung like a horse, with a big fat mushroom head. I was in heaven.

We did this a few more times, and he kinda backed away. It had been a few years when I reached out to him again. I all I really wanted was sex because we hit it off that good. He hemmed and hawed. We finally got together once more. He ghosted me once again. And all I could think was its just sex, we do it well and we enjoy each other.

2023 I reached out and he told me he was talking to someone and I was like cool, good for you…

2026. he contacted me on facebook, once again. He invited me down to the island (a local island in my county) I hesitated but I hadn’t had sex in a bit (more on that later). I went last week. I wanted to talk first. I told him, im not expecting anything from you but sex, but we are friends. He has to communicate with me. I asked him if what happened between us 34 years ago had an effect on him, like you hear all these stories in the media about school teachers abusing their students. He took my hand, kissed it and said, no, I came onto you. You did nothing. I wanted you so bad at 17. The pull to you was strong. I knew I had to let you know. And pulling you into that semi make out sesh was wonderful. It made me a little teary eyed. We ended up fucking all night, with a better understanding what we want from each other. There seemed to be a shift in our spaces. Weve been texting, flirting, just chatting.

I don’t really understand what the pull it is to each other. Its very intense. You can feel it in the air between us. He readily admits to his attraction and how he feels about me, as a person. No feelings other than a dear friendship. He tell me im beautiful, im sexy, incredible in bed. At 51, he’s insatiable. I kept up with him until I just couldn’t. but he exploded twice and I just felt like my orgasms were never going to stop. He’s put on 50 pounds at least since he was teenager. Its not his body. It is a lot about his dick and his skills.

Was I wrong for what happened 34 years ago? Probably. It wasn’t right morally and in society. I was married. He was 17 (soon to be 18 if that counts). It never passed further than the few kisses he gave me. And since he tells me that what happened between us didn’t make any difference, I still sometimes feel smarmy about it…..

Thoughts?