Maybe we had grown up. Maybe I became a man that night at the Randall house when I saw what I wasn't supposed to see.
And maybe Rachel finally figured stuff out – like what's (and who's) really important and how life isn't so quite cut and dry as we think, and how a few manipulatively positive and flattering high school coaches can actually be immoral bastards and cheating sons of bitches.
Maybe we don't know as much as we think we do and maybe we're not as smart as we think we might be.
Some guys might not want anything ever to do again with someone like Rachel if they had seen what I wasn't supposed to see that night but I had known (and loved) her for much too long to give up on her even if I had watched her get fucked by another man.
I was hoping to find somebody while at college but as Rachel led me into my room, I was convinced that the only girl I ever wanted was standing right in front of me.
But it was still an awkward moment. So much time had passed since that fateful night. We hadn't seen each other for a while and maybe Rachel still had some hidden resentment about what I had seen.
We stood at the foot of my bed staring at each other.
"I'm surprisingly nervous," she admitted.
"So aren't I," I let her know.
She fell into me for a hug. I wrapped my arms around her waist and I kissed her neck. I could feel her heart pounding as we kissed some more and then we began tonguing each other again.
I let my hands explore her torso, from her neck, down across her breasts and to her tummy. Rachel released a quiet moan in response and as I kept feeling her she began to rub her hands along my arms and then onto my chest.
It wasn't until she dropped her hand down between my legs and gave my erection a gentle rub with her palm through the material of my shorts that I jumped in reaction, causing her to giggle.
I took hold of the bottom of her tank top and I slowly pulled it up over her breasts, neck and head to reveal her very thin bra covering her mid-sized breasts. I ran my lips along her shoulders, down past her breasts to her belly button.
Rachel reached down and pulled my tee-shirt off over my head. I stood straight and allowed her to run her hands along my bare stomach and chest.
Then she reached down and tugged my gym shorts and underwear down my thighs and gravity caused them to drop to the floor. She glanced down and admired my erection and I tried not to compare it to the Coach's manhood, especially since he had twenty years on me and was a jock.
I dropped to my knees and I pulled Rachel's shorts all the way to her shins. She gladly stepped out of them and I stood straight again, letting my hands explore the top elastic band of her pink panties
I moved my hands around to her rear and I slipped both my hands inside her panties to feel her muscular backside, made firm by all her physical activity.
Rachel let out a moan of approval so I moved my hands around to her front and I felt the hair between her legs.
There was wetness as I cautiously traced her slit with my finger, amazed that any of this was happening. Rachel reached up and unfastened her bra which fell to the floor, allowing me to appreciate her bare breasts and hard nipples.
I placed loving kisses on them and I noticed that Rachel's breathing had become heavy. I carefully lay her on the bed and I joined her, both of us lying on our sides facing each other, me naked and hard, her topless and excited.
I placed my hand over her breast and I gently squeezed. She smiled in response.
"This is the way it's supposed to be," Rachel told me and I assumed she meant with me instead of scandalously sneaking around with a married coach, her barely a legal teen.
She fell onto her back and she pulled her panties down her legs to show me everything as she kicked her underwear off her feet and they went flying across the room.
"You're the only one I've ever seen naked," I let her know.
She opened her legs to let me know all was well.
I rubbed her there for a few moments which caused her to wither and moan and eventually I slipped my finger inside of her. Rachel let out a groan above the slippery sounds I was causing.
"Is this okay to be doing this?" I asked with concern.
"Why do you think I'm here?" She wanted to know.
"I've never felt so close to anyone," I told her.
Rachel placed her hand on the side of my face. "Do you forgive me?"
"You didn't do anything wrong," I said. "You're beautiful."
"You've never done this before," Rachel realized.
I shook my head no. "I hope I'm not a disappointment," I said as I continued to stimulate her with my finger.
"I like feeling the way I do when I'm with you," Rachel said. "Being with him felt slimy and wrong but I couldn't help myself. I know it's going to be special with you."
She took my penis in her hand as she gave me a passionate kiss. "I'm sorry I hurt you," she whispered when she broke the kiss.
I removed my finger and I rolled on top of her, holding myself up over her with my arms. Still holding my penis, Rachel slid it along her slit, moving it up and down slowly and I knew enough to push and before I knew it we were mated.
The feeling was unbelievable and I wanted to cry. We locked our mouths and tongues together, breathing heavily as we kissed and I began to rock back and forward, pushing in and out with each thrust becoming just a little harder.
Rachel rocked in unison and she moaned. It was the most intense pleasure I had ever known as she let out a scream of orgasmic release. I kept pushing and Rachel was still breathing heavily, moaning loudly, and I knew that I was going to explode.
We were kissing and before I knew what was happening I was releasing inside of her. She wrapped her legs around my back as I continued thrusting into her until I was spent and I collapsed onto her, trying not to cry.
But Rachel was crying as she wrapped her arms around my neck and she hugged me. "I have always loved you," she informed me. "This was the most special day ever."
I lifted my head up and looked into her eyes. "I love you too."
She smiled and I offered her a slow loving kiss.
"Do you promise to erase what you weren't supposed to see from your memory?" She pleaded.
"This moment now is the memory I will always carry," I assured her.