I’ve known Tanya Lewis practically my entire life.

She was at all times a “tomboy”. She liked to hang out with the fellas, playing football, climbing trees and rough-housing. I cannot remember ever seeing her in a dress, or playing with other girls.

She had a crush on me, and at first that kinda weirded me out, but I actually grew to like it. It meant she had no issue acting like my “personal bodyguard”. I’ve at all times been a small guy — my childhood nickname was “Li’l Man”. When the bigger boys tried to push me around, she had my back.

Tanya has at all times been an “amazon” compared to me. When we were younger she was usually a head taller and probably 20 lbs. heavier. In grade college the kids used to call her “Tanya Titan” or “Ti-Tanya” because she was at all times the tallest one in the class, even taller than some of the teachers.

We’re in our 30s now. I’m still short, only 5’7″, and Tanya is 6’2″.

After high college I joined the Air Force and left home. I bounced around the world for a few years — Germany, Japan, and Kuwait — and after my discharge I landed a job as the shipping manager of a freight business near home. Tanya stayed and went to the local community school to become a teacher. She’s now a guidance counselor and the girls’ basketball coach of our former high college.

We’d kept in touch over the years, mostly through emails and texts. When we ran into each other at a grocery store a while back, it was our first face-to-face since the summer after high college graduation. Since then we went back and forth with texts about having a real get-together (dinner or drinks) but our schedules wouldn’t allow it. Then, a few weeks later a mutual friend sent us both invites to a cookout that we both agreed to attend.

That night, shit got real…

I got there “fashionably late”, the invite said 4 and I walked in around 6. There were probably more than 50 people there. I chatted with Angie, the hostess, had some food and a beer and chilled.

I was probably there for 20 minutes before I finally saw Tanya; of course, she’s the tallest sista in the place. Her hair was styled nicely, instead of just pulled back in the usual pony-tail, and she had a hint of makeup. She wore a pair of skintight jeans and a silk blouse. She looked good — damn good actually!

Don’t know why I never really noticed before how nice her Ass and titties are…but damn!

“Ms. Lewis..!” I smiled up at her.

“Hey Rodney..!” she smiled back. (Whenever she said my name it at all times sounded like “Rot-nee”)

We hugged. Of course she had to bend down to do so. We talked, drank, reminisced and laughed for a long time, ignoring everyone else in the place. This was our time — the reunion of “Li’l Man and Titan”!

“You wanna bounce up outta here?” I finally asked her an hour later, as the crowd got thicker, drunker and louder, “Go grab that drink we been meanin’ to have?”

“Hell yeah…!” she said, taking my arm and almost lifting me out of my seat. “We can just go chill at my crib…”

Cool — I was down with that. She only lived a quick 20-minutes up the road.

“Nice place.” I complimented when we walked into her spacious condo. There were basketball trophies and framed photos throughout.

“Beers are in the fridge,” she said, after kicking off her sandals, and telling “Alexa” to play some soft R&B. “Get comfortable, I’m gonna change outta this.”

She disappeared into her bedroom, while I slipped off my kicks, grabbed us some beers, and admired the trophies and her collection of basketball memorabilia.

Tanya returned a few minutes later, wearing a black, silk, and ankle-length kimono-style robe, adorned with a dragon, embroidered in red. Her legs and feet were bare. The robe had thigh-high slits on both sides, which put her long, sexy legs on full display.

“You like…?” she smiled, as I handed her a beer. She posed and flexed her leg, pointing her foot and showing off her pedicured toes.

My dick was instantly hard in my cargo shorts. I tried to hide it, but I’m sure she noticed.

“You look a’ight…” I nodded, trying to play it cool.

“You know you like it…!” she smirked pushing me onto the couch and flopping down right next to me.

We laughed and reminisced some more.

“Remember Jessica Howard? That ugly, stuck bitch you was all hard-up for in 10th grade…?” she asked.

It took me a few seconds to recall.

“Oh yeah!” I finally remembered. “She wasn’t stuck up — you just didn’t like her — an’ she was kinda fine…”

“Whateva…” she shot back. “Anyway, I’m coaching her oldest daughter now — girl actually got some game. And yes — her mama WAS ugly an’ stuck up…she STILL IS, an’ I STILL don’t like her! An’ I always thought you was trippin’ for chasin’ after her Ass…”

“Young n’ ignorant…” I laughed and shrugged. “Guess I shoulda been chasin’ after you instead, right…?”

“Damn straight!” Tanya exclaimed after draining her beer. “An’ I woulda let you hit it, an’ not played dick-tease games like dumb-Ass Jessica Howard…!”

Whoa! I was accustomed to Tanya at all times saying what was on her mind, but THAT statement caught me off guard.

She casually crossed her long, dark-brown legs across my lap and laid back against the couch cushions. My still throbbing hard-on was pressed against the back of her smooth, muscular calves. I shifted a little (hoping she hadn’t noticed) finished my beer and placed the bottle on the side table.

“So what you’re sayin’, Ms. Lewis…” I started, trying to sound incredulous, “is that we coulda been knockin’ it all this time…?”

“Yup…!” she replied, rolling her eyes and neck.

“Nawww….!” I shot back, feigning disbelief. “Stop playin’…”

Tanya raised up on her elbows and looked directly at me.

“Mr. Walker,” she started with a soft, serious and dramatic tone and expression, “if you had EVER shown ANY interest in me, I would have sucked and licked you in EVERY way possible. AND…let you suck, lick, finger an’ fuck me in EVERY hole, in ANY position, ANY where or ANY time you wanted…I wouldn’t have cared who saw, heard or knew…you coulda GOT this…” she gestured at her breasts and thighs, “at your house, my house…at school…in church…in the park…on the courts…in front of your mama…in front of my mama…or right in front of my grandmamma — may she rest in blessed peace…”

There was a long pause when she was done. When Tanya invoked the “blessed name” of her grandmother, the late Alvenia Heloise Jackson-Lewis, the most sacred soul in this, or any universe, in her mind, I knew she was serious.

DEAD SERIOUS.

Everything that she had just confessed replayed in my mind.

“…EVERY hole…in the park….in front of my mama…?” My dick was so hard, that I could have used it to crush a diamond. I was certain she felt it pressing against her calves.

When the first notes of an Alicia Keys ballad started to play through the speakers, Tanya raised her left leg up over my head and placed it behind my shoulder. I was now between her muscular thighs. Her kimono had parted just enough for me to see her red, lace panties, and the prominent camel-toe impression.

“That clock is tickin’, Li’l Man…” she continued with a smirk and her quiet-serious tone, “what you gonna…”

I raised my hand to stop her and she went silent. Without saying a word, I leaned over and slowly and softly kissed her directly on her camel-toe.

Tanya gasped, her whole body seemed to suddenly tense up.

“Oh shit…oh shit!” she panted. “Don’t be playin’…” she started up again, but I silenced her with a longer kiss on her Pussy-lips. This time she trembled and sunk back into the cushions.

“Oh, get it baby…” she moaned giving in, “…c’mon…get it…”

I lightly kissed her thighs, calves and knees. I licked her ankles and sucked her toes (toe sucking ain’t never been in my repertoire, but I just went with it). Finally, I pulled her panties apart, and licked her lips — she was already wet, and her aroma was strong and sweet.

“Oh shit…!” she called out again, gripping and clawing at the cushions, as I licked her lips, and then sucked her clit.

Tanya was a “wreck”, and I was turned on as hell at how she reacted and responded. She trembled and tensed, clawed and tossed from side to side like she was being electrocuted, but she DID NOT want me to stop. I thought how long it had been since she’d gotten some and how much I might be able get away with tonight.

“Why don’t you lose them panties?” I said to her sitting up and pulling off my shirt.

“Yeah…?” she answered, slowly recovering. “Yeah, you right…I don’t need these damn panties…!”

Tanya stood and removed her panties and tossed them on the floor in front of me. Then she did the same to the robe and the tank-top beneath it (she wasn’t wearing a bra). She stood there, anxiously waiting for me to tell her what to do next, rubbing her hands across her belly and thighs — Home-Girl was truly down for whatever!

I took my time admiring all 6’2″ of her — large, firm breasts with dark-brown nipples, thick, muscular Ass and thighs, smooth, chocolate skin. And willing to let me do anything and everything I wanted…damn! How did I get so lucky?

I picked up her panties, brought them up to my nose and inhaled her scent.

“Ooh, you so nasty…” Tanya moaned, biting her bottom lip.

“Sit down…” I said, dropping the panties and pointing to the chair behind her.

When she did, I took her face in my hands and we shared the longest, wettest, nastiest kiss ever. I almost came — I think that maybe she did. We were both out of breathe when we broke off.

I straightened up and dropped my shorts. My ‘Li’l Man’ was at full attention and only inches from her face — Tanya needed no extra instructions. She took me directly into her mouth, all the way back to her throat, and sucked like her life depended on it.

“Damn…” she gasped, coming up for air, “…that’s some good fuckin’ dick…”

She took me in again and I placed a hand on the back of her head and slowly fucked her mouth as she sucked. Tanya spent a good long while “worshiping” my dick — I got the impression that sucking me might actually get her off.

“Lay on the couch, baby…” I finally told her, and she reluctantly stopped sucking me and moved.

I told her to spread her legs and play with her nipples. She did exactly as I instructed, all the while watching me and anticipating what I might do next. I knelt in front of her and buried my face in her sweet, sticky, neatly-shaved Pussy.

“Aw shit…get it, baby…” she moaned. “It’s all yours, baby…get it..!” Tanya continued to watch me wearily; she had an expression of disbelief that this was actually happening.

“You like me eating your Pussy…?” I said, licking and fingering her. She moaned and nodded.

“Yes, baby…yes!” she whimpered, “I been wantin’ you to eat this Pussy for so damn long…” It wasn’t long before her moans got louder. “Rodney…I’m cummin’, baby…” she panted. “You makin’ me cum for you…”

When she said that I decided to introduce her to a technique I came up with while in the Air Force (every lady I’d been with loved it). Just as the first convulsion of her climax began, I stopped licking her, raised onto my knees, and plunged my dick into her — balls deep. I could feel the walls of her Pussy contracting around me.

“Oh shit…oh fuck…oh shit..!” Tanya screamed from surprise and pleasure as I leaned in and started pounding her while she came. She wrapped her arms around me tightly. “Don’t stop, Rodney…oh, baby please don’t stop…oh shit! Fuck me, Rodney…!”

I think she might have cum two more times as I fucked her. She uncontrollably tightened her thighs around my waist, almost crushing me, as her juices ran down my legs. When I kissed her again I could taste the salt from the tears that had begun to flow. Not even her moans made much sense after a while; she was down to mostly deep, guttural grunts and gasps.

I kept fucking until my back, thighs and balls were sore, and I was completely soaked in both of our sweat.

“I’m cummin’…” I finally grunted when I felt that familiar tingle, and I started to lift off of her.

“No. Give it to me…” she whimpered, holding me tighter. “Please, give it to me…”

Unable to break her grip, I unloaded into her. When I was done we remained like that for quite a while, listening to the music, tightly wrapped up in each other.

“You alright…?” I finally asked after another song had ended; she nodded against my shoulder. Her head was turned away — I could tell she was still crying.

When we pulled apart, I held her and we just laid there and listened to another song. She continued to cry softly, and I wiped a few tears away for her. I kept asking, but she kept insisting that she was OK. When the song was over, she lifted her head and kissed me.

And then she punched me in the shoulder – hard.

“Ow…shit..!” I winced, rubbing out the pain. “What the fuck, Tanya?”

She shifted and straddled me, pinning me under her full weight and jabbed her index finger into my chest. I seriously doubt I could have gotten away if I wanted to.

“First off, mutha-fucka’…” she hissed at me, inches from my face, “it’s about goddamned time! I oughta kick your li’l Ass for makin’ me wait so fuckin’ long…! Second — that was some damn GOOD-Ass FUCKIN’ — AS I SAID, I oughta kick your li’l Ass for makin’ me wait so fuckin’ long…! Third, an’ MOST IMPORTANT — is you listenin’, mutha-fucka’…?”

I nodded — I was actually more than a little scared.

“This WILL NOT BE THE LAST TIME….” Tanya announced. There were still tears streaming down her face. “I been waitin’ most of my goddamned life for you to get this, you finally do…” she closed her eyes and took a deep breathe, “an’ I got NO PROBLEM tellin’ you — you completely ROCKED my shit…” she jabbed me harder with her finger, “you best get used to doin’ it AGAIN! Do we have an understanding…?”

I nodded — she punched me in my other shoulder, softer this time. She kissed me again, wiped away her tears, and went to the bathroom. I could hear water running as I laid there contemplating what had just happened. She returned a few minutes later and tossed a fresh towel at me.

“You can wash up, if you need to…” she said.

I washed up. She was standing next to her bedroom door when I came out.

“You can stay…” Tanya said. Her tone was softer now. “If you want to…”

I smiled and stepped past her into the room. Neither of us spoke another word, we kissed and held each other. I fell asleep with her curled up behind me.

That was almost 8 months ago. Tanya has moved in with me since then. I have tried my best to “rock her shit” as much as I can, whenever and wherever I can. We have even tried fucking in some of the places she suggested — at the park, at her school, and on the basketball court at the school (the janitor caught us, but Tanya didn’t care).

Two days ago, I dropped $5-Gs on a diamond and platinum engagement ring — I’m gonna ask her over the weekend. Coincidentally, this morning she asked me if we could try Anal this weekend. She really wants to feel my dick buried up in her Ass.

I wonder which I need to do first…this is gonna be interesting.