Ever since my dad was a kid his best friend has always been Steven. And when I came back from college to live with my parents, I've noticed that Steve was the guy that I wanted. To love, to fuck, and to marry. Although he's about 23 years older than me, he is still in good shape. He's tanned from his job of working out in the sun, and buff from lifting weights and exercise. His sandy brown hair was greying slightly, but not enough to really notice, and his blue eyes were beautiful. At about 6'2 and 210 he was my perfect man.

I'd just gotten home from being away for four years, and my parents were throwing me a graduation party. All my friends from high school were there, and so was Steven. I'd dressed in my new bikini, because it was a pool party. It was gold with little rhinestones. My old boyfriend was there, trying to win me back with his caresses and confessions that he loved me.

"Red, just leave me alone. I don't know what I want." I walked away but he followed, and Steve stopped him.

"Kid, leave the girl alone... go find someone who'd give a shit about you." He left and Steve hugged me, kissing my forehead, "Spitfire, you ok?" Spitfire was his name for me because I have long red curly hair... and it matched my angry personality.

"I'm cool. Thanks about Red, Steve." I walked away, and went up to my room, to get away from all those people. I didn't see Steve for the next two weeks, until my Dad had him over to watch some TV. 

I realized my attraction to him, then and there. I felt that attraction to Steve like I'd never felt before. I was in a type of lust that led to love. When Steven was leaving, I brushed up against his body, to see if he had a reaction. It was a positive one. 

"Spitfire... what's up with you?"

"Nothing, but I can see something's up with you." I nodded to his pants and the bulge that grew there. "You got a date or something?"

He smiled at me, and replied with a nonchalent "No." He left and I decided that at the next party, he would be mine.

My chance came next week, at our yearly 4th of july party. Steve came with no one, and after an hour or so of mingling, he went inside to watch TV, and wait until my Dad came to watch with him. I told my Dad that Steve would be back later, he had to go run an errend for his mother. In actuality, he was down stairs in our basement watching some show. I went down, in my shorts and halter.

I acted surprised to see him down there. "Hey, Steve. Whatcha watching?"

"Spitfire... you scared me. Oh, just channel flipping. Waiting for your Dad so we can watch the game together."

"Oh, he might not be down for awhile, he's got to take care of something." I sat on the couch next to him, my tanned legs drapped over his.

I sat and watched with him, but when he went to get up to get another beer, I leaned forward and kissed him. Not a childs kiss that he had expected from his Spitfire but a womans kiss, filled with passion.

"Leigh... what was that?" I sat on his legs, his body pinned between my arms. "Seriously... Leigh, stop it."

"What happened to Spitfire? She wants to come out and play." I kissed him again, but this time, he kissed me back and his hands which had been at his sides were now running up mine. He flipped me so I was underneathe him, breathless and staring at his chiseled face. He leaned in and nipped my lips, while my hands ran down to his zipper. He pulled away from my face, looking into my eyes. "Spitfire, you sure you want this?"

"More sure than anything in my life. And I think your thinking the same exact thing." He smiled and moved to kiss me again, but nuzzled at my neck. I shuddered beneathe him, and pulled his shirt up and over his head. Soon my tits were out in the open air, being suckled by him. He licked one, than the other, then bit them into hard peaks. 

"Steve... I want you." He moved to take off his pants, and I pulled off my shorts. His cock was large, but not as big as some I've had. About 8 or 9 inches long, with a girth of about 4 inches or so. He was hard and ready for my wet patch, and he thrusted right on in. Without any barrior to stop him, I bucked upwards, and his mouth was upon mine in moments. His hands caressing my body, and mine playing with my clit. His sac bounced against me, with a wet little sound, and I soon came. My eyes glazed over as I moaned quitely with passion, and he spoke to me... "Spitfire's got more to cum...she's gonna be screaming with my sex... Leigh, little slut, hold on to my cum stick..."

I did, my muscle closing around him so he couldn't escape my pussy. When he came in torrents, I felt that warm cum fill me to the brim, and I milked him until he yelled with pleasure and pain. He pulled out and our blended juices leaked out of me on to the couch.

"So Spitfire..." he smiled back at my bronze body stretched out on the couch that had just been loved by him completely. He was getting back into his jeans, with his dick still a bit hard, but I didn't have the energy to suck him off to complete estacy.

"So lover..." I stretched out, and then promptly removed my nakedness from the couch. Before him I stood, tits pert, snatch leaking, my body gleaming from sex, and smelling of it as well. 

He pulled me into his arms, and kissed me until I wanted to pull him to the floor and make love to him for the rest of the day but I pulled away. "Steve we have to get back upstairs... before Dad comes down."

"Spitfire...Leigh, I want you again... That was the best sex of my life."

"Awww, everyone says that." I pulled on my short and halter, but he pulled my shorts down and leaned me onto the table that was down there. Using our juices, he lubed up my ass whole and slid three fingers into me. "Steve... what are you doing?"

"Leigh, I'm just making sure you're fully satisfied... so you come back for more." With that he pushed into me, and hit my muscle. He moved past it, with a scream of pain from me. My pain turned into the most intense pleasure of my life, and I was shoved my ass at him for more. He came up my ass at the exact moment I came. 

Soon we were dressed and ready to go upstairs. On the way up we were groping each other like school kids, we also planned on going on vacation for a few weeks.

I went outside first, and Steve followed in a few minutes so we wouldn't draw attention to our state. My dad said nothing when he saw my frumpled clothing and hair.

I smiled at Steve periodically, and we went inside one more time for a quick fuck in the bathroom. He sat on the toilet seat and I rode him. It was the best fuck besides my previous encounters with him.

Next Chapter in Leigh and Steve's Love Life to Cum Later....