High School Dream Girl

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High School Dream GirlI was driving down in the sleazy part of town, looking for a little action. Since my divorce 2 years ago, I had not really had a serious, long term relationship. So once a month or so, I cruised around in the seedy area, looking for a whore to pick up.It was not that I did not have much money. I had more than enough to get a high priced call girl. It was simply that I had found through experience that many street hookers were better. They were independent, and since they valued the return customers more, often tried harder, and gave better performances. I specifically asked them at first meeting if they offered “GFE”, or “Girl Friend Experience”. In other words, some light kisses and caresses before, during and after. I found those that did were much more enjoyable than the “short time girls” who tried to get me off as quick as they could so they could move along to the next guy.It was still early evening, so there were not many girls out. I was hoping to be able to find Maria. She was a cute little Hispanic girl, with firm titties and a mouth that was almost as talented as her pussy. Sarah would also be welcome tonight. She was around 25, with nice big titties, and she loved to let me feel them as she sucked me off. I had been cruising around for about 10 minutes, and was getting ready to leave when I saw a girl that caught my interest.She was about 5’6″, nice looking and about my age. I drove by her one more time, looking for cops. Satisfied that there were none, I drove back and pulled over. She walked up to the car and climbed in. I drove off, and looked at her as I was driving down the road again. She had wavy auburn hair, which seemed to fall just past her shoulders and with a lock that kept trying to fall in front of her right eye, like Veronica Lake. Her figure was lovely, not emaciated like many girls, and certainly not overweight. We were back at driving speed and we started to talk business.She said she charged $20 for a blow, $30 for a fuck, and burdur escort $45 if we used her room. She looked familiar, but I could not quite place her. I looked closer at her. Shoulder long black hair, brown eyes, with a nice figure. I asked her if she did GFE, and she turned half-towards me and smiled. Her hair had fallen over her right eye, and she had a lovely smile as she nodded, and said that she did. “But only if it is for an hour or more, that starts at $75, and is in my room.” Something about the way she looked at me there bothered me, so I introduced myself. I even did something unusual and used my real name.She did not react to my name at all, and just said her name was Star, and I almost stopped the car.”Star, as in Nancy Star Smith?” I asked, dumbfounded.She looked at me, asking me where the hell I got that name from. I was in a state of shock, kinda like the old song “Angel Was A Centerfold”, where the singers High School Dream Girl became a Playboy centerfold. But this was no song, and my High School Dream Girl was working as a whore.I said my name again, and I could see the lights coming on in the back of her head. “Paul? Oh my god.” she whispered, clearly shaken. We were both from Idaho, and she probably never expected to be recognized here in LA, let alone to have me recognize here here in LA.I drove us to a 24 hour coffee shop, and guided her inside. We sat at a booth, and I bought us dinner. Sex be damned, this was the little sister of one of my best friends growing up. I wanted to know what had happened to her the last few years.I joined the Military after graduation, and left to go overseas for 3 years. When I got back home, Mark and his entire family had moved. I tried to track them down, but after 3 years I finally gave up. Now, over 10 years later, I find Nancy. I asked her what had happened.Mark was now living in Las Vegas, and had a family there. Her parents still lived there also. I had tried to track them down in Vegas, but her fathers name escort burdur (John Smith) made that almost impossible. Mark was a manager at a store there, and she said he would be thrilled to hear from me again.“You know, he has tried to find you also Paul. But he never knew where your dad lived other than in ‘LA’, and your mom remarried and moved right after you left and we lost that also. I know every few years he looks for you in phone books, hoping you move back home.”I told her about what I had done. My short Military career (training accident wrecked my back, and I had to get out). My failed marriage, and my current career as a computer store owner. I was independently wealthy, and the store was more for something to do than for the money. I had not always been wealthy, but a lucky pick in the state lottery now had me set for life. The store was more to keep me busy than it was to make money.After we finished dinner, we headed back to my car. I was wanting to ask her how she had started this, and what had been happening over the last 10 years. Last time I saw Nancy, she was 15, and was a cheerleader at the Junior High School. She was Mark’s younger sister, and I’d had a crush on her for years. But one thing a guy knows automatically, is that you never date the little sister of your friends.Once in the car, she started to tell her story. She had gotten married after she graduated, and moved down to LA with her husband. After 2 years of beatings and abuse, she finally left him. She had no skills, and had a tough time getting or holding a job. After being evicted, she faced starvation. A guy saw her walking down the street, and without realizing it at first, she became a prostitute. That was almost 2 years ago.She tried and still held regular jobs most of the time. Her last job was as a cocktail waitress, until the bar went out of business the month before. Her unemployment was not enough to cover her expenses, so here she was again. I was to have been her first trick burdur escort bayan in over 3 years.I had driven us to a little park that I knew about on top of a hill. She told a lot of her story from up there, the two of us looking down over the lights of the city. We then lapsed into remembrances of our c***dhood. Friends, places and things we used to do.She admitted that she had a crush on me when growing up, and she used to dream that I would return from Korea, and take her away with me. She giggled at that, and I saw a little of the cute girl was still there. I also admitted that I had a crush on her, but her being 3 years younger, on top of the fact that she was my best friend’s sister kept me away. When you are 17, 14 seems way to young. When you are 30, 27 is not that much of a difference.She took my hand, and looked into my eyes. “I wish things had gone differently for us Paul. We’ve both had it rough.”I sank into her deep blue eyes. Before I knew what I was doing, I had leaned forward, and I saw her close her eyes. I did the natural thing, and kissed her. It was gentle, lasting for almost 2 minutes. I actually felt my chest doing flip-flops, something I have not felt in years.All we did was kiss. No tongue, no feeling each other, no moaning. A nice, almost c***dish kiss, only the duration marking it different. We finally broke, and she was very flushed. “I have wanted to do that with you since I was a little girl. And it was just as I had thought it would be.”I leaned forward again, and we kissed. This time, I wrapped my arms around her. We hugged and kissed, and I lost track of the time we spent with our mouths glued together. I started to rub her back with one hand, and Nancy moaned into my mouth. I moved my other hand into her hair, caressing her scalp as I ran my fingers through her hair.I opened my mouth slightly, and she did the same. Our tongues lightly touched, then started to caress each other. We now had our upper bodies pressed together, and I was feeling incredible.It had been years since I had either had or given a kiss like this. Eventually we broke apart, both of us breathless. I noticed that the windows were heavily fogged, and I pointed this to Nancy. She laughed at that, and rested her

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