“Can you believe it was five years ago that we were all here at Smiffy's?”

“Was it really long?” I reply feigning surprise, even though I know it's five years to the day. Even if Lara doesn't remember I always will.

There's a lull in the conversation. The first since we started talking several hours ago. The blaring music drowns out most of my anxieties as the party continues around us. I had thought things would be awkward between us, but we had picked up where we left off, when things seemed so much simpler and we would talk all night. Although thankfully she hasn't brought up our awkward encounter in Smiffy's childhood bedroom all those years ago – and I certainly wasn't about to.

“Do you remember what we go t up to last time we were here?” Lara suddenly asks, as if reading my mind.

I notice that playful glint in her dark brown eyes that she used to get when she was about to suggest something we shouldn't, like skipping class or sneaking her parent's alcohol. Lara hasn't changed much in the past five years, although her hair is longer and she hasn't straightened it like she used to, but it's still the same shade of dirty blonde; and her body is still as phenomenal as it always was.

“Er... kinda. We were all pretty fucked up that night, but remember Tilly threw up in the dishwasher and Smiffy fell asleep in the neighbour's garden.”

“Yeah, I remember that,” Lara laughs. “But that's not what I meant. I meant you and me, and you know...” She takes a step closer, her arm brushing against mine. She's wearing a tight, low-cut tank top that shows off her small, perky tits underneath.

“Yes.” I try meet her gaze, but chicken out taking a sip of my drink instead.

Five years ago exactly we were all preparing to head off to uni, and Smiffy had thrown one last house party before we headed off on our separate ways. I had been worried about being the only virgin in our friend group, and Lara had kindly offered to help me out. I don't know if she knew that I had the biggest crush on her at the time – but I was so nervous and had quite a bit to drink that I couldn't get an erection. We had ran into each other a couple of times after that, but we had never talked about it until this moment.

“Do you want to get some air?” Before I can answer or follow her erratic line of thought, Lara slips her hand into mine and leads me out through the patio doors.

It's dark and damp outside, a light drizzle in the air, not enough to stop people from wandering outside but enough so that they remain huddled round the patio heater. But we don't stop to chat as Lara leads me down the steps and down along the narrow garden. Despite the drizzle the night breeze feels cool and refreshing against my skin, and the sweet smell of honeysuckle fills the air.

Lara leads me all the way down to the bottom of the garden where she stops to lean against the fence, her hand still soft and warm inside mine. An overgrown buddleia provides a little shelter from the weather. “How often do you think about that night?” Lara asks.

Often. Every time I have sex with a new partner I think of Lara and wish I could show her what had become of that shy, nervous wreck of a boy. At least not I can maintain an erection. “Sometimes.” I shrug trying to appear calm, although my heart is thumping inside my chest. Why is she bringing all this up now?

“Me too. I've heard you've learnt a lot since then.”

“Where'd you hear that?”

Lara grins. “Chloe Shepherd.”

“Oh? What did she say?” I didn't know Lara was in touch with Chloe. They had never been that close in school and Chloe hadn't mentioned it the couple of times we met up. Not that there had been much talking.

“She said you were the first man to ever make her cum, and that you were the biggest dick she ever had.”

I'm not sure how true all that is, but I can't help grinning anyway. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Lara looks me hungrily up and down, her eyes settling on my crotch where my cock is already starting to stir beneath my jeans. “Looks like she weren't lying,” she says biting her lower lip.

I lean in closer resting my hand on the fence behind her. I can feel her breath, warm and sweet, against my cheek. “What did you say then? Did you tell her about us?”

Lara shakes her head. “No. It didn't seem fair, not at least without giving you a second chance to redeem yourself.”

I can't help myself then, as I lean in and kiss her firmly on her mouth. This is ridiculous – Lara is my friend, I go back to London tomorrow, I'm not going to fuck her now, not out here, but I haven't been able to get her off my mind these past five years.

Lara kisses me back. Her lips are just as warm and soft, sweet with the taste of vodka and Coke, like back then. Except this time a small moan escapes her lips which only excites me further. I kiss her harder pushing her up against the fence. She meets my urgency as her hands begin to wander across my body. Wrapping one hand around the back of my neck, she pulls me closer into her, while her other hand rubs against my crotch through my jeans. My cock is rock hard for her.

“We need to stop,” I gasp. But even as I say that, I wrap my arm around her slender waist, pressing her against me. “Before we do something stupid.”

“It's dark, no one can see us,” she murmurs grinding herself up against me. “Please.”

I don't need any further persuading as I run my hands down along the perfect, round curve of her butt and up under her skirt. Her skin is so soft and smooth as I dig my fingers into the back of her thighs. Lara then hooks her right leg up round my waist, as if to climb on up on top of me, parting those delicious thighs for me. If we were alone right now I would want to take every part of her in my mouth.

Sliding my hands up further, my fingers brush against her underwear already drenched with her juices. Still kissing one another as if I our fucking lives depended on it, Lara grinds up against me, as I push her underwear to one side. Teasing my finger along her swollen lips, she's already so wet and desperate for my touch. For what I couldn't give her back then. Lara gasps out loud, burying her head into my chest, as I slide a finger into her needy cunt.

“Quiet,” I whisper in her in ear as I begin sliding my finger in and out. Still buried in me, Lara nods, her fingernails pressing into the back of my sunburnt neck. She's dripping wet so that I wonder if people can hear as my fingers pump inside her. But I can't stop now as Lara gyrates against my hand while rubbing and pressing her open palm against my fully erect cock.

“Fuck me,” she groans, her fingers fumbling for my zipper.

“What?” I ask unsure if I heard her properly.

“Fuck me,” she repeats, louder. This time I turn to look over my shoulder to make sure that no one heard us. There are still people outside huddled together on the deck, but non of them seem to be paying us any attention. I turn back to Lara.

“Only if you promise to cum for me,” I hiss, tilting her chin up to look at me.

I don't know what has come over me. I never demand girls cum for me, but although Lara is the one who initiated this, I am the one in charge tonight. I'm not that scared little boy she knew back then. Lara nods as she tugs down my jeans and boxers just enough to free my rock hard cock. “Fuck, were have you been hiding that?” she murmurs, wrapping a delicate hand around my shaft.

I don't answer as I slide my pruned fingers out of her sopping pussy, and then cupping both my hands round her big, juicy butt I lift her up off the ground, pinning her up against the fence. Instinctively, she wraps both legs around my waist as I line the head of my dick up her needy little cunt. She clings tightly to me as if trying to squeeze the life from me.

“Ready?” I've thought about this moment a lot, but I never thought it actually ever would happen, especially not here or like this.

Lara bites down on my lip as I thrust forward forcing the head of my dick into her tight pussy. I feel her heart beating against my chest, her breath coming in short shallow gasps as I slide my way further in, stretching her tight little cunt around my thick, fat cock – the biggest Chloe had anyway. I hold myself there, savouring the feeling, not ever wanting this moment to end, my fingers caressing and massaging her perfect ass.

But then Lara begins to gyrate her hips, her tight little snatch rubbing and squeezing my shaft. Following her rhythm I begin to thrust sliding my cock in and out, each thrust stimulating a new sensitive spot inside her. She's so responsive and I can't get enough of her, I want, need, more and more of her. I pick up the pace slamming my cock deep inside her.

The back of her head hits against the fence, causing it to shake in it's foundations. The sound startles me back into reality – I'm in my friend's garden, balls deep in the girl of my dreams, with a crowd of people only a few yards away. The risk has never been higher, yet never been more fucking turned on in my whole life; although I can't bring myself to pull away, I slow my pace.

“Don't stop now,” Lara sighs. “I'm so close.”

“Lara...” I try find the words to explain how reckless this is, although she surely must know.

“I want you to cum inside me,” she groans. I can't hold back any longer. Not when she's begging me. Not when she's this release as much as I do.

Picking up the pace again, I slam my cock deeper and deeper inside her. The fence rattles and shakes with every frantic thrust as Lara's moans grow louder and louder, that surely everyone can hear by now, even if they can't see us. But I no longer care, and I won't last much longer as Lara jiggles up and down on my dick. Her teeth and nails digging into my skin.

“Cum for me baby,” I whisper in her ear. And just like that, on my command, I feel her cunt tighten and contract around my cock as she arches her back up against the fence. I've waited so long for this victorious moment, and I can't hold back as I empty my balls inside her twitching, quivering pussy.

I hold her tight pressed up against the fence, savouring the moment before we have to go back to the party and face our friends.