Saying Goodbye

Note: This story is purely fictional and is the product of my hopes and dreams.

For several years I had been working with a group of young people in our community, going to their activities, watching them grow up. And I had developed some good relationships with them over the years. Now, because of my job, I was forced to leave, moving several states away.

The decision to leave was hard, both on me and on the kids I’d gotten to know over the years. Sure we’d be able to keep in touch with internet and cell phones. But it wasn’t the same.

A week or so before I left, one of the groups I worked with decided to have a going away party for me. They had all kinds of food and cards, pictures of activities we’d done together, everything. They even had a slideshow of the things we’d done together. It made me feel good knowing how missed I would be and how many lives I had touched.

After it was all over, one of the girls I’d watched grow up over the years was in the balcony of the building we were using, going through old pictures on the laptop. I went up to visit with her for a while before heading home. Over the years she had become one of my favorites. We could laugh at each other and give each other a hard time, but we also knew that we would be there for each other when we needed a listening ear or a shoulder to cry one.

As I watcher her clicking through the pictures, I knew she was having a hard time with me leaving. I came up to her and gave her a little shoulder rub, letting her know she’d be okay. I told the computer to show the pictures as a slideshow, and brought her over to one of the benches nearby, so we could watch the pictures on the projector together.

Neither one of us were very tall. She was about 5’5”, and I was about 4” taller. She had almost waist-length blondish-brown hair and fair skin, with pretty blue eyes. She had a small frame and a very slender figure. I could almost put both hands around her waist.

As we sat there, I put my arm around her waist and she snuggled up against my side. After sitting there silently for a while, I could feel dampness on my shirt and new that she was crying. Tenderly I put my hand on her shoulder, squeezing her gently as I kissed the top of her head. She wrapped her arms around me, and I ran my hand up and down her side, from her shoulder to her waist.

I was curiously attracted to this pretty girl I had practically watched grow up into a beautiful 18 year old young woman. My heart went out to her, and I wanted her to know how much I was going to miss her too. Slowly I changed my pattern, my hand lingering at her waist a little bit longer each time I rubbed her side. Then, when her breathing began to slow and even out, I left my hand on her lower hip, just above her calf. She was wearing a pretty peach summer dress, and I could feel the edge of her panties under my fingertips. Gently I began rubbing her upper thigh with the tip of my thumb, my fingers squeezing together with each downstroke. Her hands, which had wrapped around me in a hug, now rested one on my back and the other on my left thigh. Slowly she began moving her thumb in a circular motion on my thigh, just barely touching my inner thigh. I kissed her head again and changed my rhythm, my thumb now stationary and my fingers moving up and down on the outside of her thigh. As her breathing started to hasten, I slowly applied a bit more pressure to my touch, each stroke slowly moving her dress us slightly. When I reached the bottom of her summer dress, I gently wrapped my fingertips around the bottom hem, brushing lightly against her bare skin.

Her right hand was now on my chest, the index finger of her left hand wrapped through my belt loop, her thumb holding on to the waist of my shorts. I began rubbing my right hand along her soft, smooth leg, moving from her hip to her, up her inner thigh and around to her hip again. Her hand on my chest now moved down to my right thigh, rubbing the inside of my thigh, she herself working towards the end of my knee until she had pulled my shorts up and was rubbing the skin of my thigh. We sat like that for a few minutes, neither one of us wanting it to stop, but both of us wanting more.

Finally I made the move. Taking her left hand in mine, I helped her stand up. As she did so, I reached under her dress and slowly removed her matching peach panties with the lacy edges. Stepping out of her panties, she pulled me to my feet. I put my arms around her, holding her close and rubbing her back and waist. She held me close at first, the brought her hands around my waist, unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning my pants, and pulling down my zipper. She slid her hands around my waistline, sliding my pants off and taking my briefs off with them. I stepped out of my pants, sat down, and helped her pull her dress up to her waist.

She sat on my lap, her legs straddling me on each side. I caressed her lower back as we started into each other’s eyes, neither one of us wanting to break the silence. My right arm holding her in place, I brought my left hand up and lovingly brushed my fingers through her hair as she wrapped her arms around my neck. We leaned our heads together, our eyes locked, until our noses touched. We were both breathing deeply, tasting each other’s breath as we inhaled. Taking the back of her head in my hand, I pulled her lips to mine. Her lips were so soft and delicate, tasting sweetly of strawberry Chap Stick. Our mouths opened, our tongues exploring one another. Kissing passionately, our eyes closed and arms wrapped around each other, I could feel the warmth of her body against mine, the heat of her body pressed up against me.

The intensity of our feelings for each other building, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me. I could feel the moisture of her wet lips against the head of my cock, the feeling nearly making me cum right there. Spreading her legs slightly, she slid closer, my erect penis pushing inside her. She moaned as it went in, the hot breath of her moan filling my mouth as we French kissed.

We held each other close for a few minutes, the intensity of being inside her more than either of us could imagine. Slowly she began moving up and down on her knees, sliding up and down on my shaft. As the tension built between us, I began pushing up as she came down, bringing both of us closer and closer to orgasm. Finally unable to hold it any longer, she pulled me tightly to her, locking her arms around my neck and her knees around my waist. I in turn pulled her waist into mine, sliding forward as I plunged even deeper inside her. Wave after wave of orgasm shot through us, her pelvic muscles tightening and loosening around my shaft, shot after shot of cum shooting deeper and deeper inside her.

We sat there for a few minutes catching our breath, sweat running down our faces and our backs. As my erection began to go down inside her, she squeezed me tightly one more time. We kissed each other again and held each other close, knowing this would be the last time we’d see each other for a while.