Reunited

I had an incident with my girlfriend’s daughter; she was sixteen then. Her mother and I were not in a good place, and I had sexual desires and needs that I wanted or thought her daughter could or would satisfy.

One day, when Jazmin was fourteen, I heard her bed squeaking as I went by her room. The door was not latched, and I opened it just enough to see her with a towel on. I could see her humping a big pillow on her bed. Her back was to me, but the way she rocked her hips and fucked that pillow made my dick almost rip through my pants. I wanted to go in and offer her real dick, but I decided not to. She paused and must have been cuming as she held her head back and her legs started quivering. When she started climbing off her pillow, I ran to my den across the hall. I didn’t want her to know I saw her.

Fast forward two years. Jazmin was home to babysit her brother. It was a work night, so I was in bed, and her mother was out somewhere. Jazmin looked especially sexy on this evening and I was extremely horny. I had been paying perverted attention to her since the time I saw her humping her pillow. I lay in bed naked, thinking about her in the living room. She had put her brother to bed, and he was asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

I got out of bed and went to the kitchen with a towel wrapped around my waist. I saw Jazmin sitting on the couch watching TV. I went into the kitchen, got a bottle of liquid courage from the fridge, and returned to my room. After drinking a beer, I got the courage to go to the living room. I stood near the door of the living room before dropping my towel. I walked into the living room and stood before Jazmin, with a raging hard-on. She jumped up and tried to run as I climbed onto her.

As I started pulling her panties down, she was able to flip and get from beneath me and ran out the door to the garage. She didn’t come back, so I assumed she went to a neighbor’s house. I was awakened a couple of hours later by the police at the door. They took a report, heard my side, and left.

Fast-forward fourteen years. I am fifty-nine years old and have been apart from Jazmin since the incident. I still jerked off with pictures of her from when we lived together. I follow her on social media, so I was familiar with what was going on in her life. I saw her wedding information, which said she married when she was twenty-eight.

I came home from work one day, and a strange car was sitting in front of my house. I pulled in my driveway, got out, got my stuff, and started to go inside. A woman got out of the car, came walking up, and called out to me. “Hello, hello ... can I talk to you for a minute? She asked.

I turned around and paused, “I gave at the office and go to my own church ... does that cover it?”

She laughed and said,” My name is Margo, I’m a friend of Jazmin’s ... actually, I’m her counselor.”

“Jazmin doesn’t live here, and I haven’t seen or spoken to her for almost fifteen years,” I told her.

“I have been talking with her about some relationship issues, and your name came up. We started talking about the incident between you two. Do you ever think about her? Are you angry with her? I understand if you don’t want to discuss it, and I’m not trying to upset you,” Margo said.

“I’m not angry with her and I think about her all the time, probably too much. I still have feelings for that girl!” I said.

“Would you consider seeing her. I know she’s interested in clearing up some of the past. Maybe you are, too, and you could both get closure...” Margo asked.

“I would love to see her. I miss her,” I said.

Margo went to the end of the driveway and waved to the car. I didn’t know anyone else was in there. The passenger door opened. Slowly and cautiously, Jazmin emerged. She looked great. Thicker but in all the right places. She was wearing a one-piece halter top romper. Her thighs were thick and muscular, leading to a lovely juicy ass. Her tits had me drooling from when she was fourteen, at 30 they are fuller and so, so sexy. She was my favorite female flavor.

She slowly walked up the driveway, and I walked to meet her. I grabbed her and hugged her tightly, and she hugged me tightly in return. I whispered, “My Jazmin,” in her ear. I could see her smile, and tears came down her cheeks. She felt so good, I could feel the sexiness of her body, the softness of her full breasts. Thoughts of her nakedness filled my mind.

Margo smiled, “Well, that’s a good start. Do we want to go inside to talk and catch up?”

I put my arm around Jazmin’s waist and walked with her as we started to go inside. Margo followed behind.

Margo and Jazmin sat on one couch, and I sat on the other, across from them. I couldn’t help but stare at Jazmin. She was so pretty and was reviving so many memories. She shyly sat on the edge of the seat with her hands together on her lap. Her sweet, round face with big brown eyes, slightly upturned nose, and full lips did things to me.

Margo caught my stare as we sat silently, “Boss, I see you can’t keep your eyes off Jazmin. Would you care to talk about what you’re thinking about? What do you feel now after seeing her after so many years?”

After a long pause, I said, “I love Jazmin. It’s a love built on a lustful base, I must admit. She is so pretty and so sexy now, just as she was to me when she was a teenager. But my love is deep-rooted. I know society would never approve, and I also know Jazmin and I had no social compatibilities other than private intimacy. I wasn’t sure of her feelings about sex, and I went about finding out in the wrong way. I didn’t intend to scare her.”

Margo said, “I think Jazmin wants to know why you feel like you do or did. Why did you want to fuck or make love to her as a teenager?”

“Jazmin was always a pretty girl. When she started wearing make-up and clothes showing more of her body and shape, I couldn’t resist. I loved her youthful innocence and that she was a virgin; she was fresh and soft clay to be molded,” I told Margo.

“One day, Jazmin, when you were fourteen, I was going by your room. I heard the bed squeaking in your room, and the door was slightly open. I saw you in a towel, humping the pillow on your bed. I saw your legs quivering as you came. I was so hard, I wanted to go into your room so you could hump and cum on my dick. I didn’t tell you, but that is when I started thinking of having sex with you,” I said.

Jazmin’s face turned red, and she smiled and covered her face. Margo asked Jazmin what thoughts she had and how she was feeling now.

“I’m so embarrassed now ... I thought about and wondered about sex. I never thought of you like that, Boss, because you were like my dad. I didn’t know you were looking at me like that, and I knew it was wrong for grown-ups to touch young girls like that. When you came out in the towel that night and I saw your hard dick and you were trying to get on top of me, I was scared and didn’t want to get in trouble. I thought you were my dad, and what if my mom found out? So I ran!” Jazmin told me.

Margo told Jazmin to tell me what she had told her. Jazmin said she was embarrassed, and it felt weird. “This is closure, Jazmin. You both need to be open with each other and share your thoughts and feelings honestly. Don’t hold back.”

“Boss, it was my mom’s idea to have you arrested and press charges. She was mad and said that I had to do it. They wanted to do a rape exam and I wouldn’t let them. She said you should rot in jail. That night, after it happened, I started having dreams that woke me at night. Sometimes I dreamt that you were on top of me and I imagined you pushing inside me, and I woke up sweating and screaming. I thought it was wrong if I liked it or thought about how it would feel.”

Margo asked Jazmin, “Do you still have the dreams? Do you feel differently about them?”

“I do. I sometimes wonder what would have happened, what it would have been like if it had happened, if my dad had been my first. Sometimes I think about it when I’m with my husband, which scares me. It’s why I want to try to get closure on my past. I need to know why I’m thinking about that time with you, Boss.” Jazmin tearfully said.

“Would you have raped Jazmin if she didn’t get away? A sixteen-year-old. What did you want or hope to gain from it?” Margo asked me.

“Without question ... It was rape anyway because of her age, she would have gotten fucked that night. I wanted her virginity. I wanted to feel her body and her sexual response to me, and for her to enjoy a secret relationship with me. I wanted to teach her things. I thought or hoped that she was a teenager who was open to sex. If her mother had caught us or found out, I would have kept Jazmin with me. I would take care of her and give her whatever she wanted or needed that was within my ability, I still would, even though she’s a big girl now,” I said.

“What would you have done differently if you could turn back time and were in the same situation?” Margo asked.

“I would start earlier with her. When she was fourteen, I would have talked to her and tried to win her mind before taking her body. I truly wanted a loving relationship with Jazmin. If I just wanted to rape her and take her pussy, I would have beat her to stop her resistance, ripped her panties off, fucked her as I wanted and left her. I wanted what I know is a societal taboo relationship with a teenage girl. I wanted her to have my babies. There I said it!”

Margo said. “That’s good, let it out. What do you think about that, Jazmin? Do you think if he did it differently, you would be in a different place today?”

“Maybe. At fourteen, I started having feelings in my body. Boss heard me in my room, and I am still embarrassed about that, but I never thought of Boss sexually at all, and not any boy in particular. My mom was very strict, and I knew I would get in trouble. It felt good to cum when I humped my pillow, so if he tried talking to me, it probably would have been different. I can’t say for sure,” Jazmin said.

“I would have gotten her. I would have started by privately letting her know that I saw her humping her pillow. I would have offered to lie on her bed or my bed and allow her to get on top of me and hump on my hard dick until she came on me,” I said.

Jazmin’s face turned red, and she bit her lip as I made a licking gesture toward her. Margo was watching our interaction.

Margo asked me what closure looks like to me. What could help me understand or calm my feelings about Jazmin?

I stood up and walked to Jazmin, sitting on the couch. I took her small hands into mine and told her, “Jazmin, I need to make love to you. I think we both need it. I know you’re married, but I don’t think we can move on completely until we satisfy our curiosity over what we missed out on by not going through with it that night. Can we go to my room alone to discuss how we feel about that?”

Margo asked, “How do you feel about that, Jazmin? Don’t worry about the world, society, or anyone else’s thoughts. Where you are right now is the world. Do what you feel is right for you. You can change your mind and stop at any time.”

She was shaking as I tried to coax her from the couch gently. “Come with me, Jazmin, C’mon baby, and let’s try and start closing this chapter of our lives, or find the course we were destined to follow. I think you and I are meant to be together, Jazmin.”