Ever wonder what it'd be like if you were suddenly back in your younger body, in an earlier time, but got to keep everything you'd learned over a long life? I did.

"What the fuck was that?"

I smirked. "Meaning?"

Addie rolled over to face me, sweaty hair stuck to face, neck. "I mean.... that." Paused, pensive, biting her lip. "Shit, never even heard of.... whatever that was."

I leaned in, a soft kiss on her lips. She grabbed me, hard, shoved a tongue down into my mouth.

I fell back, smiled. "Was it ok?"

"Ok? Fuck you, yeah it was ok...didn't know it was possible to cum that many times." Looked hungrily at me, smiled wickedly. "Think you can do it again?"

Responded by rolling her over, face down, to better see a beautiful back, neck, bottom. Licking salty liquid pooling between shoulder blades, I gently traced fingers down that spine 'til a middle finger found its way between firm cheeks, one lingering over, pushing lightly against her pucker. Her whole body shuddered, clenched.

Continuing down, three fingers traced slippery taint, two sliding easily into her, the middle traveling further to an erect button. A sharp breath, ass shivering as fingers began sliding slowly, in, out, around. Breath coming faster, shallower. Back arching, relaxing. Nibbling an ear, whispered "How'm I doing?"

A smile spread across her face, eyes still closed, pushing back against the hand between legs.

"I'll take that as continue..." pressing her hard with the heel of my hand, increasing pressure as the aroma of neck, skin, shampoo rose up. The combined perfume was intoxicating.

"That feels so....... hmmm.... yes.... oh, yeah, fuck...please.... like that...keep going.... yeah..."

followed by a I gave her a light smack. "Don't tell me what to do." Both laughed.

Continuing gentle pressure, then harder, faster, slower, in rhythm with her moving hips. I bit the back of her neck, followed skin flushing ever upward. I was thankful for youthful strength, stamina as I pushed, held her down easily while inside muscles clenched fingers once, twice, maybe three times.

"Oh, god, fuck....no one has ever.... what are you doing......holy shit...not sure I can take this much longer...."

"Oh, no? How 'bout this?" lowering thumb, pushing, slowly, persistently, sinking first the tip, then to the knuckle, finally the whole finger into her ass.

"Oh, oh, oh, I don't know......." yet still pushing back hard, burying it even deeper.

"Yes, you do - push." I pulled up, gripping fingers in both holes, lifting her from the inside, pelvis now in the air.

"Fuck, what are you doing.... holy shit.... aaaaahhhhh..." shaking, clenching, thrashing, coming even harder than before.

Holding her shaking body up like that for a while, finally lowering, then up again, shivering involuntarily taking her over. Inching moist, soaked fingers out, up over beautiful cheeks, side, neck, eventually into hair. Fisting wet locks, controlling her head, arching neck back to kiss long, hard, until we were out of breath.

Released, she rolled back against me, pulled my arm around, up, to her chest. I gently rubbed, pinched long nipples in the cool night air.

"Man, really where the fuck.... I mean, Kathy told me about the gripping thing, but I had no idea?"

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you," Pulling her tighter, pinching harder.

I really couldn't tell her; she wouldn't have believed me. Didn't understand it myself. It was 1982 again, senior year of high school. Just a few weeks earlier, I'd been living the ending chapter of a long, fruitful life in 2025.

I had no idea what was going on.

The first time through high school I'd been nerdy. I loved my band girlfriend, but that ended badly when she slept with an even more geeky guy than me. At that age I was in good shape, not unattractive, just lacked confidence. Convinced of my unworthiness.

Some people reach their peak in high school, while others require real-life experience. I'm the second type, eventually becoming successful, happily married, self-assured.

Whatever had kicked me back 50 years left my memories, adult personality intact. I had an 18-year-old body with a lifetime of experience. I knew what the future held, so I didn't give a fuck about what these people thought. I knew what I could, indeed, would do and how to do things I only learned much later in life. But now I had the stamina to back them up.

I was a bit confused when I woke up in my childhood bedroom, with parents long telling me to get ready for school. Figured it was a really realistic dream, went with it.

But the dream kept going for weeks and weeks. Even the first time I'd started working at 14, so I had money, car. This time I used that money for better clothes, haircuts, music. School was more like a refresher course, easy, so I had time to work more, went to see bands I'd wished I'd seen the first time around; The Birthday Party, Joe Jackson, the Pixies. I went from someone who'd acted younger than his age, to someone who seemed much older.

Some friends noticed, others not so much. Kids change when they're going off to college, so no one seemed to find it strange that I broke up with my girlfriend, knowing that she'd be happier with the other guy. Teachers were pleasantly surprised I wasn't such a little shit anymore, parents relieved I did shit without being asked twice, was easier to get along with, responsible.

Some girls also noticed. One's who'd always ignored me started to talk to me, even flirt a bit. My cheerleader academic rival - there's always one - started stopping by my lunch table to talk homework, assignments. But my adult brain knew the conversations weren't about that.

I started getting invited to hang out with the in-crowd. I was useful- had money, drank but never got drunk, knew how to deal with parents. At a party in April, Kathy the cheerleader got pissed off at her shitfaced, out-of-control football player boyfriend. As much as my ego liked being invited to things like this, this time around, I was so bored by what I'd wanted so badly the first time around. Headed out to my car.

"Can I grab a lift?"

"Won't that piss Brad off?"

"Nah, he's too out-of-it to even realize I'm gone. Anyway, he'd never worry about you...." She was right, of course. Brad thought of me as the geeky kid who'd helped him with homework since 3rd grade. I was no competition.

"Sure - come on."

I had a convertible; it was a lovely night. Put the top down, cassette in, music on.

"Would you mind driving around a bit. It's nice out and I really don't want to deal with my little sisters yet."

"Sure -no one's waiting up for me; 'rents are away."

It was a beautiful night for a drive. I felt something, I looked over. Kathy was staring.

"What?"

"Who is this?"

"Romeo Void."

"Who?"

"A band you've never heard of - want me to change it?"

"No, it's cool."

"Saw them in Philly a few weeks ago. Fucking awesome."

Still staring at me, "Ok, who the fuck are you?"

"Whad'ya mean?"

"You know what. We've been in the same classes since 3rd grade and suddenly you're going to see weird bands in the city. What gives?"

"Guess I'm just ready to get the fuck out of here. Aren't you?"

"Yeah" she shook her head, looked a little sad.

"Brad issues?"

She closed her eyes, threw head back, long dark hair trailing behind in the wind, shirt riding up just enough to show a taught stomach.

"Always Brad fucking issues. I mean, he's sweet when were alone, but when he's with the rest of the jocks...."

"Well, you are the head cheerleader...."

"I guess, but it's getting old and...."

I learned in my 30's that not every silence should be filled. I just left it alone, let her think, listened to "I Might Like You Better If We Slept Together" while she stared out into space.

"He's hot, feels nice, but he's not very.... good, you know..."

I laughed, smiled.

"Fuck- why am I telling you this? I mean what do you know anyway?"

We were at a stop light. I could tell she was considering me in a whole new light...so, I put the car in park, leaned over and gently, softly kissed her, caressing the side of her face, my fingers in her hair.

The light changed, started driving again. She slouched down, exposing more stomach, tops of her legs, head on the back of the bench seat, coyly smiling.

Another long pause.

"Why'd ya do that?"

"Because I've always wondered what your lips felt like. And I figured you wanted me to."

She kept staring at me, wind blowing hair around.

"Was I wrong?"

Long pause.

"No."

Longer pause.

"Your house empty?"

"Yup."

"Take me there."

Once inside, I gave her some water, mixed gin and tonics, while she sat at the table, watching me.

"Don't old people drink that?"

"Don't knock it til you try it. I like 'em.... wanna snack?"

She walked over, took the glasses out of my hands. "Kiss me again."

I obliged, took her waist, hand to back of kissed the side of neck, smelling the perfume of her skin. I waited for her response - hands up to my neck, lips opening before I kissed her harder, more deeply. Pulling back, her eyes were open, confused, needy. I took a hand, led her down the hallway to my room. A disadvantage to being a teenager is the single bed; on the other hand, no chemicals needed to perform. I was hard as a rock.

She lifted her shirt, revealing perfect tan skin, strong muscles, perfect small breasts. She lifted my tee-shirt, pressed flesh against flesh. Both hands in her sweaty hair, I pulled her face to mine, kissing her hard, deep, the lack of space between us revealing to her how I felt. Reaching down, she started unbuckling my pants. I stopped her, held her wrists.

She looked confused.

"You first." I kneeled, lowered the short skirt, kissing stomach, running hands lightly up legs, side, arms, back, chest. She steadied herself, holding onto my shoulder, looking down questioningly.

"Trust me?"

Head shaking yes, she laid back on the bed, thighs apart. I kissed side to side, seeing smelling wetness spread across cotton panties. Helping legs over my shoulders, I reached up, cupping, lightly rubbing long nipples, mouth pressing into her, sweet scent becoming stronger, back arching, breath faster. I pushed panties aside with one hand, the other grasping muscular bottom, kissing lightly up, down, across opening lips, licking bottom to top.

She gasped, hands gripping the side of the bed, legs opening wider.

"How do you know how.... oh god, keep.... pleaseeeeeeee...."

I watched her open up, revealing perfect, moist pink lips, entrance, clit. My mouth covered all of her, sucking, licking, nibbling, opening her with my tongue, hearing her head rolling, side to side, hair flipping.

"I've never felt anything like this. Don't stop, oh god...... what are you doing, how...."

Pushing legs together, I slid panties off, ankles together, mouth again working together with one, then two fingers. Up and down lips, pressing my mouth against her opening, slickness drawing fingers in, then out, slower, faster, soaked sounds filling the room.

I withdrew fingers. "No, wait, please, don't stop...", a gasp when I pushed thumb in, up against her top wall, fingers grasping mound, clenched together for even more pressure, forefinger on clit. Holding her like that, lifting up, thumb rubbing, sliding in, out, her whole body contracting, shaking.

"Fuck, fuck, oh god.... mmmmpppphhhh.... please...I'm cuminggggg......."

When her back relaxed, I kissed my way up her stomach, chest, neck, finally gently pressing against lips with my own slick with her juices, met greedily with arms around back, lips, tongue searching the inside of my mouth.

"Fuck me."

"You sure?"

"I won't ask again." She pushed me onto the floor, pulled off my pants, impaled herself.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...." Young muscles strained as she lifted herself up, pushed down as I laid back, smiling, watching. After a few minutes, maybe another orgasm, "Am I going to have to do all the work?"

"This is working for me.... but if you insist." Still inside, I rolled her over, legs together, onto her back. I was young, had stamina, experience on how to move slowly, hard, soft, pulling almost out, slamming back in.

"Yes, oh god, keep.... harder, please, keep...I'm going too.... aaaaaggghhhh.... mmmmmm". I stopped moving, enjoying the scream, clenching, thrashing, waiting for her as she came, leading to one last push for myself, ending with two young, sweaty bodies sprawled on the floor.

"I don't get it...you're not a virgin?"

"Nope."

"But who? When? How have I not heard about.... well, whatever the hell that was?"

"No one you'd know, a long way from here."

"Damn - I'm gonna make you tell me, but not tonight..." We stayed that way for a while, intertwined until she stood, dressed "I need to get home." I drove her, holding hands, knew better than to ask about next time.

Monday morning, she walked into school holding Brad's hand. Like nothing had changed. Until she glanced at me over her shoulder, bittersweet smile. Brad even thanked me for driving her home, confiding he was happy for some time with his boys. I said no worry, happy to help. Anytime.

At first, it didn't seem like anything had changed. But I knew girls talk, and cheerleaders starting give me odd looks, dropping by at lunch, saying hi in the halls. Their faces showing that they wondered if Kathy's story could possibly be true.

Each turned out to have something they wanted. Jill, shorter, muscular, junior, without an ounce of fat, had a fetish for being fingered in a car. She'd ask for a ride home, lose her panties as soon as we were out of the parking lot. She liked to experiment with combinations of fingers. Good thing I no longer had any arthritis.

Andrea, tall, willowy, pale, liked dry humping. Anywhere, everywhere. Benches, under the bleachers, in the woods, between classes. Nothing made her happier than a leg between hers. I'd know when she'd stop by, surreptitious open her legs, rub against me.

Joanne had found a VHS tape of Cat People, was taken by Natashi Kinski tied up. She couldn't understand how I knew about ropes, but didn't complain when I leaned her over, immobilized, tied to the car's trunk, hands in red hair, pulling back hard.

Green eyed Dionne, stocky and spectacular, loved giving blowjobs but was tired of having her head pushed and pulled by ignorant boys. She got off being told what to do, instructed to use lips, tongue to lick the bottom of my cock while it was inside her mouth, told to go slower, faster. She made enticing sounds with a full mouth, gulps, slurping, especially moans. She loved discovering she didn't necessarily need hands, learning to love them held behind her neck, her humping my foot, pushing, rubbing, coming when I exploded in her mouth.

Tina, short hair, petit, olive skin wanted to sit on my face. For as long as I could handle it. Which was a long time since she was so light, leaving my face, pillows soaked with her juices. When she was done, she'd roll onto all fours, waiting to be fucked from behind, hard and fast.

Anne, Farah Fawcet hair, strong legs from track, liked to be on top. In chairs, in my car, on my bed, on a park bench where the lights were out. She could keep going for a long time, talking about nothing the whole time, only interrupted by the occasional gulp, groan. Young, I could stay hard even after coming. When she was done with me, she'd hug me, kiss me on the forehead, walk away, dripping

Billie was the squad's tallest, strongest. Shtrawberry hair down a spectacular ass. Straight A's student, student council president, she was the last to find me, the most embarrassed by her desires. I promised there was nothing to be embarrassed about, that I wanting some relief from the stress, to shut off her brain, was natural.

She may have been bigger, but my 18-year-old body was strong, limber. She'd plan encounters, have me "surprise" her in a quiet, dark, out of the way place. Pull her down on my lap, warp arms around hers, holding wrists together, "forcing" her to touch herself. I'd "help" her slide hands inside pants, tell her what to do to herself that she had been afraid to try by herself. I'd guide fingers, hearing wetness, "make" her taste them as I bit neck, pull her head back by sweet-smelling hair.

Once Joanne had let slip about ropes, Andrea wanted in. I'll never forget the look on her face the first time I tied hands to chest, never bringing herself to ask how I knew how to do that. Or when we fulfilled her fantasy of being pushed down, mouth taken, or being hogtied, back arched, moaning, suffering, longing for release, wanting both sweetness with a little cruelty. We always ended with two fingers sliding in and out of her, fast, hard, long hair tangled and spread out behind her, over her, tears of joy on her face as she came, and came, and came.

The strangest visitors were Brenda and Jill who, my 2025 mind could tell, were madly in lust with each other but couldn't admit it in 1982. They'd come to me for a threesome - which was an excuse for them to be together. I'd kiss back and forth between them, undress them, withdraw, let them concentrate on each other. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed watching. The first few times they'd try to include me but slowly, surely, they relented, concentrating on each other, letting me just be a voyeur, the excuse they needed.

The whole squad visited me at one time or another. I didn't have a girlfriend, and I missed the wife that I wouldn't meet for decades, but I did not lack company, release. When Brad was drunk with the team, even Kathy would visit me.

Just before leaving town for college, packing, alone, Kathy came up the driveway. Hair all tangled from the wind, sweaty from the August heat, she walked in without a word, shedding clothes as she walked down the hallway. The full moon made her skin glow. Taking hold of her nakedness from behind, one hand across a perfect stomach, the other reaching up to pert breasts, I kissed the back of her neck, the aroma of moist skin, shampoo, excitement.

"Show me."

"What?"

"What you've done with the rest. How to give head, to surrender, to come over and over and over. Everything."

I looked at her.

"Show me everything, or I'll tell everyone your secret. How you're an old man in a boy's body. It's the only explanation."

"Interesting. How'd ya' figure?"

"Doesn't matter....and now is not the time for talking." She stepped back, sank to her knees. "Tell me what you like...", opened mouth, closed eyes.

"First, look at me. Yes, like that. Nothing's sexier than eye contact. Yes, that's good - slowly. Dionne explained well, didn't she."

She moaned around me, slowly licking, sucking, watching me.

"You are competitive, aren't you?" She moaned, nodded, mouth still around me. "Want to be better than the rest? We'll see."

I instructed. About lips, tongue, speed, patience. About humming, moaning. About enjoying sensations, the moment rather thinking concentrating on cuming. About how, when to use hands, and not. About touching herself while I was in her mouth, how her excitement, smell, made everything so much better.

"You are good, yes, very good...slow, soft...now.... I'm going to cum. Keeping moving, licking slowly, don't stop.... aaaaahhhhh....oh god, here it is, keep going, yes like that.....oh god, it almost hurts but perfect - you are perfect. Aaahhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmm...."

She looked glorious, dick in mouth, sweaty, smiling up at me, almost disappointed when I pulled out, surprised as I pulled her up to me, kissed her hard, deep.

"But you just came- you want to kiss me?"

"Seems like the least I can do, doesn't it? Any man who won't kiss you after that isn't worth swallowing for." We kissed again. "Now, what else did you want to try?"

I held her, we laughed, she told me her friend's descriptions. We tried them all-humping, bondage, tease and denial. I came three times, she many more. It was the best graduation of all time.

Over the next week, more visitors. Dionne, Joanne, Jill. They said goodbye in their own ways, not knowing if I'd ever see them again, if I would wake up from this- back as my old, old self.

I'm still waiting to find out.