When I walked into Ed Quigley’s office and saw Lucy Walsh standing there, I literally felt my heart clench in my chest, like fingers had closed around it to give it a tight squeeze. I had no idea that World News Tonight’s new executive producer Lucinda Rhodes would turn out to be Lucy Walsh, the first girl I had ever had sex with. And the first girl I ever loved. Hell, she might have been the only girl I’d ever really loved. It had been nearly twenty years since I’d seen her, but I’d never even come close to the kind of relationship I had with Lucy. Some would call that sad. I just called it life. I had been too wrapped up in my career to even think about a serious relationship. Plus, I had too much fun playing the field. What was the old saying? Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free? In my case, it was why buy the cow when you already had access to an entire dairy farm. I had all the free milk I could drink. Hell, I could bathe in free milk. Why fuck that up with silly things like monogamy and commitment?

As Lucy and I stood there locked in a hug, Ed stared at us like a man witnessing an alien landing. He wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but he hoped it was a good thing. When Lucy and I finally pulled away from each other, Ed directed us to sit in the two chairs across from his desk while he got us all coffee. Lucy and I sat down and stared into each other’s eyes. It was clear that we were thrilled to see each other, but neither of us knew what to say, so we just stared at each other.

Time had been wonderful to Lucy. The last time I’d seen her she was a skinny teenage girl with unruly blond curls and little boobs and practically no ass. Now, eighteen years later, she was strikingly beautiful even though her face bore very little makeup and her hair was pulled up into a thick ponytail at the crown of her head. She still had the freckles dotting her nose and the big smile full of perfect teeth. And her body had matured wonderfully. As we hugged, I could feel her breasts pressed against me and when my hands slid down the small of her back they stopped at the top of her round ass. I had to resist the urge to press my cock against her. I wouldn’t have been embarrassed, but Lucy might have and good old would have for sure.

We were turned sideways in the chairs just looking at each other without speaking, letting our eyes catch up with the years. As I gazed into her blue eyes my mind drifted back in time, to the night that we popped each other’s cherries in the back seat of my dad’s car. Christ, if I knew then what I know now, it wouldn’t have been so awkward or over so quickly.

We had been sweethearts for months before the night we finally went all the way, although I couldn’t recall that we’d ever made our relationship official by branding ourselves as going steady. I mean, I had never formally asked her to be my girlfriend and she never referred to me as her boyfriend. We just were…

We had initially bonded over our nerdiness, then the sex came later. We were both smarter than the other students at Shitwaukee High. She was exceptionally good at math and I was a whiz in science, we liked to play hours of speed-chess, and watch Star Wars movies. We spent a lot of time together, but I had to admit, I was not the one who took our relationship to the next level. She made the first move one day while we were studying in her bedroom. You must understand that I was your average teenage boy with raging hormones. That meant that I thought about sex all the time and would get huge boners that just popped up out of nowhere and wouldn’t go away at the worst of times. I spent much of my time praying the hard on in my jeans would go down before the bell rang or before my dad told me to get up and clear the dinner dishes. Even before my initial encounter with Lucy, when I shot my load in my jeans while she rubbed her hot crotch against me, sex was all that I could think about. Thankfully, Lucy seemed to be as obsessed with my cock and balls as I was with her pussy and tits.

We couldn’t keep our hands and mouths off each other after that day. A few days after our first encounter, Lucy let me feel her tits and pussy through her clothes. I would rub her jeans until the material was hot as lava beneath my fingers, but I wouldn’t stop until she squeezed my hand between her thighs and made this little mewing sound to let me know that she was cumming. I gladly let her rub my cock until I shot off in my jeans, hoping that soon she would let me take it out so she could handle it for real. I longed to have her fingers and mouth on my cock. And my cock buried deep inside her pussy. Funny, my mom wondered why I’d started doing my own laundry all of a sudden. I told her that I just wanted to help her out around the house. My old man knew better. He was an Army Ranger who bragged that he had lost his virginity when he was fourteen to my Aunt Becky’s best friend, who was sixteen at the time. He would look at me and grin, then shake his head and tell me not to knock anyone up.

A little while after that, Lucy let me slip my hand under her shirt, then under her bra. Her tits were small, but her nipples would plump to the size of my little finger and just sent shockwaves through me that made me cum even faster. A while later she let me slip my hand into her pants and rub her wet pussy over her panties. Then she let me slip my hand inside her panties and feel her hot, wet pussy without encumbrances. I remembered the exact moment my fingers felt her hot wetness and the little nub of her clit. I could hear her breath in my ear as I lubed up my finger by rubbing it through her folds, then slid it inside her, just a little at first, up to the first knuckle, then the second, then all the way. She grabbed on to me like a kid on a rollercoaster ride and moaned as I fingerfucked the shit out of her until she came. I remembered pulling my hand out of her pussy that first time and holding up to my nose to smell her pungent scent. I licked the juices off my fingers and hummed at the taste. I didn’t wash that hand for a month. I would hold my fingers to my nose and jack off with the other hand before going to sleep each night.

Then came the day that Lucy asked me to take out my cock so she could feel it. We were in the back of my dad’s old car, parked at a spot near the lake where the kids went to drink and screw. She didn’t have to ask me twice. My cock was already hard as a rock and screaming to be set free. I lifted my ass off the seat and shimmied my jeans down my legs as Lucy watched with eyes wide, licking her lips in anticipation. Her fingers tentatively wrapped around my cock, which was long and thick. When she lowered her lips to my cock head and swirled her tongue around the slit, I blew my load all over her face. I was horrified when she looked up with cum dripping off her chin and coating her lips and her hand, even as she continued to slowly work her hand up and down my cock.

“Shit, Lucy, I’m sorry,” I muttered.

“Don’t be,” she said with a smile. She wiped the cum from her chin with two fingers, then stuck the fingers in her mouth and sucked the cum off. She licked her lips and wiggled her eyebrows at me. “Now, it’s my turn.”

I had no self-control back then. The first time I saw Lucy’s pink pussy up close, with the blond curls surrounding her perfect glistening lips, I nearly blew my load again. The first time my fingers spread her lips and my tongue probed deep inside her, I couldn’t control my orgasm. I came in my pants again. Lucy smiled and moaned as her juices gushed into my mouth: hot, tangy, salty, wonderful.

Then came the night that Lucy said we could go all the way. I didn’t know it, but she had convinced her mom to put her on birth control pills several months before, arguing that it would help ease her terrible menstrual cramps (uh, okay). We had been experimenting for months and had become experts in making each other cum. I knew every inch of Lucy’s body and what buttons to push, and she knew mine. Now, Lucy declared, it was time to put up or shut up. We were going to fuck and that was that. Needless to say, she got no argument from me.

I picked her up in my dad’s car and we drove to the lake. We made out for a few minutes with a little hasty foreplay, then the clothes came off and we were ready to do the deed. My cock was like a steel pipe as Lucy’s hand stroked up and down the shaft. Her pussy was like a hot well as my fingers slid in and out covered in her juices.

“Lie down,” she said as her hand kept milking me. I was a tall kid, thankfully the car was on old Chrysler with a huge back seat, so we had plenty of room. I lay down on the seat with my head against the door and Lucy maneuvered herself on top of me. I held my cock steady as she lowered her pussy onto it. I bit my lip, determined not to cum the second I felt her pussy hole touching the head of my cock. We’d been having sex for months and I had learned to control it a little better, but I’d never slid into a wet pussy before. I held my breath and prayed for control.

“Oh… god…” Lucy moaned as she lowered her hole onto the head of my cock. I was big and we both knew all of me couldn’t fit inside her. Being the mathematical genius that she was, I was sure Lucy had made all the calculations in her mind (the average depth of a woman’s vagina is 4 to 6 inches, which meant only 40 to 60% of my 10-inch cock would fit inside her). She held onto the back of the seat and slowly let the head of my cock slip inside her. I could feel her young pussy stretching to accommodate my girth, then suctioning tight around the shaft. I thought I was going to cum, but I bit down hard on my lip and tried to focus on my breathing. I put my hands on her hips to help steady her descent. We stared into each other’s eyes. I heard her breath out as she lowered herself an inch, then another. Then she gasped when the tip of my cock hit her hymen.

“Let me do it,” she whispered. I nodded and kept biting my lip. The feeling of her hot pussy gripping my cock like a thousand tiny fingers was almost more than I could stand. My fingers flexed on her hips. I resisted the urge to just grab her and impale her on my cock.

“Slow…” she moaned, sensing my urgency. I felt her lift off me just a bit, then she let her hips come down quickly. I felt the hymen tear and warmness wash over me. Lucy gasped and froze for a moment as the pain went through her.

“You okay?” I asked.

She swallowed hard and licked her lips. “Yes…” she sighed, eyes closed. “Just let me do it.”

Slowly, she started to slide her pussy up and down the length of my shaft, pulling her hips back until the head reached her hole, then sliding back down to take in the first four or five inches. I dug my fingers into her hips and closed my eyes. I had never felt anything so amazing. Her mouth and hands had milked my cock many times before, but that was nothing like the sensation of having her tight pussy suctioning to me. I could feel her hot juices flowing from her pussy, coating the portion of my cock that wouldn’t fit inside her. My hands went to her tits and I kneaded her thick nipples between my fingers and I massaged her breasts. It was a pivotal moment of my life. I could still close my eyes today and replay every detail in my mind.

“Oh… god… Calvin…” Lucy moaned and dug her fingers into my chest. “I’m going to cum…” The pain of losing her virginity was gone now, replaced by an intense pleasure that was driving her to increase the motion of her hips. She started hammering her pussy onto me. I could feel the head of my cock hitting her innermost wall. I watched her face, eyes closed, mouth hanging open, twisted in pleasure. “God… Calvin… cum with me…”

Yes! Thank you, Jesus! I grabbed onto her hips and closed my eyes and grunted like a pig as I shot my load into her, filling her with what must have been a gallon of cum. We jerked and twitched and panted and moaned for what seemed like minutes, although the whole thing was probably over in seconds. Afterward, she collapsed in my arms and we lay there sweating all over each other, filling my dad’s car with the smell of our sex.

“That was amazing,” she said, still struggling to catch her breath. Her fingers tickled my nipple and she gazed up to see if I was smiling. I was, like a happy kid ready to take a nap. “Was that okay for you?”

“That was… unreal,” I said, sighing through the words. I pulled her to me and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Lucy.” I didn’t think about it. I just said it, because I really did love her and it felt like the right time to say it.

“I love you, too, Calvin,” she said as her hand slid down my stomach. Her fingers went around my gooey cock. She gave it a playful tug and smiled when it started to grow in her hand. “And I love what you do to me.”

“Good,” I said, feeling my young cock getting hard again (there’s no such thing as rest between orgasms for teenage boys). “Let’s do it again.”