Valerie, My Past Love

Last time I reflected on my past life like this, I didn’t consider some experiences, or topics on purpose. I was pretty sleepy, so I didn’t have the energy to think about them, but I left them out mainly because I’m scared of revisiting these memories. But now it’s impossible not to think about them, I just can’t get it out of my head. So even though I don’t want to, I’m finally going to think about these memories - Maybe it could help me… I’m sure it would be better to get these thoughts out of my head as soon as possible so I don’t have to worry about them for a single second of my life again…

Back when mom and I talked about love, I dodged talking about a certain someone. Well, that certain someone was a very special person in my life. Mom wouldn’t have given me love advice, or at least tried to, if she didn’t know about my past romantic experiences. I actually had a great love life back in highschool, but it all collapsed, and I don’t even want to think about it -- but I have to, so here’s the story about that certain someone I loved so much.

Valerie Reed was a student from my highschool. We actually met in middle school, and became really good friends pretty quickly. But one night, at my birthday party actually, she confessed to me. We were both in love with each other, but we were too scared to admit it. So as I shared the same feelings towards her, she only had to tell me she had a massive crush on me to grab her head, and give her a kiss -- I think she was the one that kissed me first, but I kissed back, and we kissed for like an hour or something.

Freshman year of highschool, the first month, I finally got my first girlfriend. She was my best friend the previous year, in middle school, and she helped me overcome a lot of my insecurities, and she had my back at all times. She complimented me at every chance she had, and was just the best girl I had ever met. We were honestly great friends, and I thought we would only be that, but apparently not.

I fell in love with her after spending so much time hanging out, working together for school projects, and other stuff like that. We just joked around, flirted a little, but she always showed a lot of affection towards me. I only thought she was being nice, or friendly, as I couldn’t imagine a girl liking me, specially not a girl as pretty as her. But after she confessed to me, and we kissed the entire night, we became an official couple -- it was actually the next week of the party, but we were practically already dating that night.

We did work great as friends, even best friends, but we did work even better as a couple. I didn’t think being lovers would be so great, and we were going to match so perfectly, but we did. We stayed together for 4 years, the entire duration of highschool, and she made sure to make every single day feel special. After we started dating, we would talk daily, go out on dates almost every week, and just tried to be with each other as much as possible -- I’m pretty sure a lot of our friends hated us for being that kind of couple, but at least we were happy, and that’s all that mattered to us.

Damn, those were some good times… I miss her so much, we had a lot of fun together… I don’t think I will find someone that I get to do all the things I did with her… She was just the perfect girl… - I think to myself, as I get a bit sad with the thought of not being able to be with her anymore. I can no longer talk to her, kiss her, feel her body, or even see her. I could technically do all that stuff, but I just don’t want to, and I know it isn’t as simple as that -- but to keep myself from becoming depressed, I try thinking about the positive memories I had with her.

I remember how highschool was. I spent 4 years of my life hanging out with her, going out on dates, partying, and just having fun with friends. I mainly focused on my studies, but she even helped me with that, so I could always be with her, and we would always make the most out of the time we spent together. We experienced a lot together, and I have a ton of different memories with her. With so many moments we shared together, it’s almost impossible to remember all of them, but there are definitely a few that stand out.

Valerie and I had a pretty wholesome relationship, but it did turn wild at some points -- a lot of them actually. We took each other’s virginities when we were 15, and it was a bit disappointing. She was just trying to learn a lot about sex for an exam, and I just happened to be her tet subject. Looking back at it, I think it was incredible at the moment. We certainly didn’t have the best sex of our lives, but it was memorable enough, and at least we both came -- even though one did significantly earlier than the other.

But after the first time we had sex, I remember we just turned our whole relationship into a sex experiment. We started exploring our bodies more, and we tried learning all of our preferences, what types of positions we liked the most, and other stuff. We ended up knowing each other as partners at an early point of our relationship, so we were able to really enjoy what it means to date in highschool -- which was a bit romantic, but it was mostly just sex.

I specifically remember senior year, literally last year. It not only stands out because it was so recent, but because it was the wildest period in our relationship. We both turned 18, and we started hanging out even more, which meant more sex. At that point, we had already done it only a couple dozen times, not too much, and some of them were mediocre, but we still had some fun -- or at least for me it was, I’m not so sure what Valerie’s opinion is, I never asked her.

But after our experiences, we were masters at sex, and knew each other’s bodies so well that it allowed the best sex I’ve ever done. We not only made sex more intimate, with the inclusion of more foreplay, and learning how to dirty talk with each other, but we also just tried everything we could -- and even some stuff that we never imagined we could do.

I’m talking about tons of blowjobs. I often returned the favor after she finished sucking my dick too. I loved going down on her, licking her clit, and making her orgasm quick. It only took me like 40 seconds of licking, or fingering her to make her cum. I think I’m pretty good at pleasuring a woman, and that’s why I told mom she shouldn’t worry about me in that department - But oh boy, if only mom knew exactly what we did to pleasure each other she… Well, she would probably be very proud of me…

I remember one time when we tried the famous sixty nine position. It’s more uncomfortable than they make it seem in porn, specially if there is a big height difference between partners, but it was still glorious. And even though it wasn’t my favorite, having my girlfriend’s pussy on my face at all times was my everyday goal. So from that point, I fell in love with eating pussy, and I did it every chance I got --I just thought it was awesome when she sat on my face, or when she allowed me to eat her out whenever I wanted.

Mom noticed that I was in a relationship with Valerie since freshman year, so she gave me a sex ed class, and tons of sexual tipes and advice. It was weird hearing mom explain that girls loved when guys paid attention to their pussies, or even worse when she said that my father was a master of eating pussy - Yea, I didn’t want to think about that then, and I definitely don’t want to think about it now… No thank you..

But as weird as that sex ed lesson with mom was, those tips did become useful later one. I actually learned where the g-spot is located thanks to mom, and not porn, like I tried to learn. I used that sexy knowledge with Valerie every time I fingered her, and she absolutely loved it. She also learned new blowjob and hadjob techniques, so it was great seeing how interested she was in having sex with me -- and I can safely say that I was just as interested as her, if not more.

Our relationship didn’t solely focus on sex though. I always tried to be romantic with her, and most of the time we only talked, and kissed now and then, but when did get horny, we showed each other how much we love sex. Valerie always was an angel in class, kind of shy, super sweet, and even innocent sometimes. All of that changed whenever I took her to the bed, because she just wanted me to fuck her, sit on my face, or ride my cock for hours. I never complained about it, because of course I wouldn’t, but it was a bit scary how she always asked me to fill her up -- I was into it for a while, but I couldn’t cum inside her every time, so I needed a solution.

Mom actually gave me some condoms that I would later use the first time I penetrated Valerie’s pussy. Popping each other’s cherries felt so special, and it made me extra horny, so I fucked her real good, and that’s what caused me to cum fast. Thankfully, I was wearing a rubber, so I didn’t end up knocking her up -- although it would have been hot. With time, I got better at lasting longer, and I could handle half a minute of me thrusting into her beautiful, tight, teenage pussy. But as I built my endurance in bed, we were slowly getting more careless, and it was purely from the fact that sex was too good.

Sometimes I forgot about wearing a condom completely, so we just fucked bareback. I ended up cumming inside her, which was my first time seeing a creampie in real life, up close. It was insanely hot to see a river of my thick cum dripping from Valerie’s spread pussy, and I can’t forget about that gorgeous moment. She even held her legs to let me see the mess I created in full view, and even asked me to lick my own cum off her pussy after the river stopped flowing. I didn’t hesitate to do it, mostly because I was horny, and I wasn't thinking -- but that also led me to eating her pussy again, and giving her another orgasm.

But after that first creampie, everything changed. We forgot the fact that I came inside her, probably in the time of the month where she was the most fertile. When we realized our mistake, I remember freaking out a little, but she seemed calm as always. She made me stop worrying by grabbing my head, and shutting me up with a passionate kiss, and I still remember what she said to me.

“Don’t worry… Even if I get pregnant, I would love to have your baby and live the rest of my life with you… We can have a family together…” - is what I think she told me, or something along those lines. We were really in love, and always talked about getting married, having tons of kids, and all that. The kids part was a must have for her, she adored kids, and wanted to be the mother of dozens of children, all of them coming from me -- she probably wanted a new kid every year, and would do anything to get pregnant.

It was honestly quite concerning to see her obsession about babies, and I knew she was eventually going to tell me to make her a mother, but it never happened -- although I have to admit, it would have been insanely hot to see her pregnant with my child. I was actually very tempted a lot of times by this idea, and I started to get used to her begging for getting pregnant. At the time, her dream was going to become true if I kept cumming inside her, and I just loved it so much that I tried giving her that dream.

I think I genuinely wanted to knock her up. I always used to cum deep inside her, reaching her cervix, and holding her in position when I came, so I could pump her full of my babies, and they would stay inside -- most of the time they overflowed, but we thought one of them was going to come out 9 months later. I filled her womb every week, trying to knock her up in all sorts of positions, but we had one that we loved the most -- it was the best position we had.

After every round of sex, I would grab her, fuck her pussy for a minute straight, get on top of her, then cum deep inside her. As we traded genes, and hopefully mated, I only stayed inside her, holding her while we kissed, or hearing her tell me how badly she loves me, and how she wants my children. She always moaned about the same thing, becoming a mother, and I always thought about knocking her up, so it pretty much consumed us -- it was even more **** when she was ovulating, as one time we did it 7 days straight, trying to maximize our chances, but it never happened.

We tried really hard to conceive, but looking back, it was very dumb. At least it was very fun, and we always teased each other about becoming parents. I remember at the last month, we had our final fuck. It lasted over 2 hours, with me going back and forth between tasting, fingering, and fucking her pussy. I came inside her like 5 times, and that still didn’t satisfy her needs for creampies - I think she was honestly obsessed with it, but I can’t blame her, I also loved it a lot.

But as a big part of our relationship turned into Valerie’s obsession with creampies, and countless attempts of conceiving, we ended up having sex pretty much daily for the last few months of our relationship. I tried so hard to knock her up, and I really can’t figure out how I didn’t succeed with the way I filled her up, and how many times we did it a week. At the time of our last time having sex, I had filled her up over 100 times in the span of only one year, and we didn’t become parents somehow - Seriously, how? It’s like impossible to conceive or what?... Maybe one of us was not fertile or something… I hope it’s not me…

Sadly, after many months of unprotected sex, and Valerie begging me to make her the mother of my children, we did it for the last time. We had tried to conceive one final time, and it was definitely worth it. I’m still a bit upset that I couldn’t give her the dream she wanted, but I’m sure we both enjoyed it, and we don’t regret any second of it -- except for the few times we tried anal, it wasn’t very pleasant.

I just wish I had actually gotten her pregnant, maybe it could have saved our relationship… It all went downhill from then… - I think to myself, as I start remembering why me and Valerie broke up. It all came to an end so abruptly, it was a sudden decision, and it’s probably the only thing we both regret. Sure, anal was painful for her, but she was able to recover. I think I’m still not able to recover from our breakup, and I still can’t make sense of it -- that’s why I unfortunately have to remember it, and it’s the memory I hate the most to think about…