Heather and I fell a bit apart after a whirlwind summer that saw us fuck it away while maintaining our athletic pursuits. I was a star running back committed to the Clemson University, while Heather had yet to declare despite having several enticing offers from many different schools. She eventually declared to Ohio St, like her father wanted.
Our college pursuits and pro careers forced us away from each other. I played for 10 long years in the NFL, my whole career spent in a Chiefs uniform. Heather played for the US Women's national team, trying in vain, to bring a World Cup to the States. We both moved onto different partners over those years. Heather had an on and off relationship with an A List actor, while I dated an underwear model. I moved on to a day job as just another guy in the Kansas City area, since my playing career was over and wanted to use the degree I had. Any thought of our sexual relationship was over, since we'd only ever seen each other infrequently at family reunions and other such events. How wrong I was though, thankfully.
Heather formally retired on the eve of her 40th birthday. I had come home from my office job and started to strip as I walked through my door. I was almost nude before I noticed that there was someone sitting on my couch. Heather had let herself into my house. I had forgotten that I had given her a key to my apartment at the last reunion. She smirked.
"Don't stop on my behalf," she said.
I pulled off my boxers and tossed them to the side. She grinned and lightly gripped my hardening cock. I couldn't stop myself from grinning back. She stood from her position on the couch and kissed me on the lips. We made out for a bit. I worked to get her nude as well, which wasn't very difficult given that she wasn't really putting up that much of a fight. We fell back onto the couch. I pressed into her full breasts, fuller than the last time I saw them like this to be sure.
Heather didn't miss a beat though, maneuvering both of us to be on the couch properly. I broke from the kiss. She smiled up at me, as I positioned myself at her entrance. I plunged my length into her, causing her to let out a sigh. I went slowly, enjoying the feeling of being inside someone that I loved to a fault. Someone that society would have rather me not be fucking. I couldn't stop though.
I picked up the pace. Fucking like it would save me from death. She responded to my more forceful approach by meeting my thrusts with her own as well as moaning, quite loudly. The couch was creaking, threatening to give way. We continued our heavy love making. I was feeling the chafe of the fabric cushions on my knees, but that discomfort paled to the pleasure that I hadn't felt since that summer 24 years ago. I got it in my mind that we were simply meant to be together. I couldn't stand it any longer and came long and hard into Heather. Heather let go when she felt me come.
I collapsed on top of her, then rolled off of her. This had me fall onto the floor. I hit my head on the hardwood. Heather laughed at me, as I rubbed my head. After my head stopped hurting, I stood up and moved into my bathroom to take a shower. With the steam rolling in the room as well as the noise of the water against the tile, I didn't notice Heather enter the shower. I was enjoying the water as the the soap rolled off of me. My knees appeared to be a bit scraped, when I noticed a hand start stroking my cock gently.
I turned in the shower to see Heather behind me. The soap that she was using to lubricate me had rinsed off, but, before she could get more to start the hand job again, I managed to get her to the ground, gently as I could. I didn't hesitate and thrust into her pussy again. I stroked in and out of her quickly, as the water rolled off of us. Finally, I felt ready to move onto the next part of my plan. I pulled out of her, causing her to whine. I put her legs on my shoulders and aligned myself with her anus. She yelped as I pushed into her, a bit harder than I had intended. Her anus gave rather easily, though, and movement came rather easily. I took advantage of the leverage that I had to deliver several punishing thrusts into her. She squealed with pleasure and pain; I'm almost sure of that.
I slowed down taking the time to enjoy myself as I had at least 10 minutes of anal to look forward to. Heather calmed, too, since I was no longer causing her as much pain as I had, not two minutes earlier. I reached behind me and turned off the cooling water. I moved my hand to her pussy once the water was off. She cooed slightly as my index finger touched her pussy. I pushed it fully into her, moving it subtly as I did so. Heather let out a moan, as I felt my cock make its way in and out of her through the thin layer of flesh between her pussy and anus. I moved a second finger into her pussy, increasing the friction, as my thumb started small circles on her clit. She groaned and came. This caused my cock to grind to a halt in her ass and spew itself.
We collapsed side by side in the shower. I licked my fingers cleaned, when I noticed that Heather had appeared to pass out. I stood and stepped out of my shower. I took a quick second to dry off, before I managed to help Heather to her feet. She toweled off quickly herself, before I lead her into my bedroom. We did nothing except crawl into bed and pass out on top of the covers.
