We spent the weekend at Jill’s parents’ house. Through an unexpected turn of events, we found ourselves home alone Saturday night. With no chance of parental (or other) intrusion, we regressed to a state I can only refer to as “high school horny”, when you’re still living at home, perpetually besieged by very active hormones, and can’t wait to have a couple hours’ privacy – or less! – to get your jollies.

We had just watched Jill’s parents pull out of the driveway, leaving for an overnight trip out of town. We had the house to ourselves for more than twenty-four hours, but neither of us saw any reason to procrastinate. After all, it’s best not to put off until tomorrow what you can do today, a lesson that I’ve learned all too well recently. So once the car was out of sight, we ran upstairs to the guest room. In spite of our instincts, we refrained from dropping any clothing on the way up, but once we were in our room with the door locked, we were both naked almost immediately, and locked in a warm embrace atop the bed seconds later.

We kissed for a very long time, neither of us feeling any need to rush. As the kissing escalated, our hands traveled across each other’s bodies, further building our arousal. After enjoying her sexy curves, my hand settled between Jill’s thighs, feeling her heat and her wetness. I explored her from the inside while she began to stroke my already-hard length, sharing a voracious kiss all the while.

Jill climbed on top of me and slipped me inside her. As she rode my thrusts she expertly played with herself, and I donated a couple fingers to her effort. Between my rapid upward thrusts, and the constant stimulation of her clit, she was close to a very intense climax. I felt her tense up, and as she came she collapsed on top of me, burying her face into my shoulder instead of moaning.

When it was my turn, I chose missionary position. Though not particularly imaginative, and not necessarily as exciting as doggy style, missionary has never let me down. Plus, it’s a great position for really deep penetration, especially when Jill puts her legs up on my shoulders. Which is exactly what she did, in fact. The feeling of her body against mine and her hips bucking against me, the taste of her nipple as she shoved it against my tongue, the sound of her breathing…my excitement was mounting, but it took me longer to climax than I thought it would. Jill reached down to stroke me as I moved in and out of her, her fingertips playing havoc all over me and accelerating my orgasm.

When I came, Jill took me in her hand and stroked me against her breasts. She brought me close to her mouth and kissed me clean, and then we cautiously ventured out of the guest room. As we opened the room door, we were glad to find the house as dark and quiet as when we started. We ran across the hall to the guest bathroom, and took a quick shower. Afterwards, Jill got a couple of towels from the hall closet and, having wrapped ourselves up in them, we headed to the backyard, where a warm and inviting hot tub awaited us.

It’s no secret that a good way to get us in the mood is to put us in the water, ideally with little – or no – clothing. Whether it’s the bathtub or the shower, a pool or a hot tub, a beach or a lake, there’s a good chance that, if we’re near or in water, we are thinking about sex. Of course, we were both already in the mood, and most definitely already thinking about sex. As we sat in the tub, enjoying the cool night air, immersed in hot, bubbling water, we listened to the sounds of the quiet night.

“Want to fuck again?” she asked.

I laughed. She knew the answer without even having to ask.

-Jack