7 Minutes in Heaven

Before I tell you the erotic story of "7 Minutes in Heaven", I need to tell you the backstory to help you understand what lead up to this. Hang tight for just a moment. It's quick, just the facts, pretty hot, and I promise it's worth it.

BACKSTORY:

Cohen had a huge crush on Jeremy in high school. She was very innocent at 18 years old and had never gone very far sexually with any of her boyfriends. But, Jeremy was the guy in high school who could've knocked on her bedroom window and she would've let him in and fucked him anytime, anyday, no need to explain, no condom needed, no questions asked.

She heard from her friend Rachel that Jeremy knew how to work a girl's buttons and had a really nice dick. This is what started Lisa's curiosity about Jeremy.

They came very close to messing around a couple of times.

The first time, they shared a blanket on a dark bus ride home after their senior swim meet. They innocently started exploring each other while everyone slept. It was mostly rubbing arms, that turned to rubbing legs and inner thighs, which became stomachs.

It was their little secret. They got zippers down. Jeremy got to Cohen's pubic hairs on her mound under her cotton panties, and Cohen got Jeremy's zipper undone and spit in her hand and was about to jack him off under their cocoon of privacy, but the lights came on and coach started yelling, "Wake up! Wake up! Everyone get your stuff together." before she could ever get her hands on him.

Cohen quickly pulled her hand back and Jeremy moved his hand from her panties. Jeremy was already so turned on by zippers coming down, that with the sudden scare from the coach yelling, it made him climax right there in his shorts.

Cohen never felt it, or saw anything, she just saw Jeremy's body convulsing slightly as he bent over in his seat trying to hide what was happening. He didn't say anything, but Cohen knew he had just climaxed and she was sitting next to him when he did. It was so adorable...and really hot.

Cohen had never been that wet in her life. When she got home, she got in bed and finished what they started, taking her panties all the way off and masturbating, fantasizing Jeremy was the first fingers inside of her, and that she finally touched that dick of his and finished him with her hand and the spit from her mouth.

The second time they almost messed around was the next week, the night before Jeremy was leaving to go off to college. He asked Cohen to meet him at a party. At this party, they both found themselves in the back room where there was a game of "7 Minutes in Heaven" going down.

"7 Minutes in Heaven" is where a teen would spin a bottle and whoever it landed on would have to go in a dark closet, with just a nightlight, for 7 minutes together, and the understood rules were, "anything goes". Mostly, it was teens making out and maybe a hand would get up a shirt here and there.

Jeremy spun the bottle and it landed on Cohen. He grabbed her hand and was walking her to the closet with a huge smile as the teens in the room all chanted for them. They both knew this was it, they were about to quietly fuck each other and not ever tell a soul. Cohen's virginity would be her goodbye present to Jeremy as he was leaving for college.

No one outside the closet would've ever known. Suddenly, Cohen's ride came in the room, had an emergency, and needed to leave right before they entered the closet.

When Cohen got home that night she fantasized about being in that closet with Jeremy and pleased herself again.

Later on in life they both went off to college and eventually both of them got married. Cohen still thought of Jeremy and many times she would imagine her husband was Jeremy when they were having sex. It was Jeremy's hands on her body and his dick in her. It made sex come alive.

One night she imagined her husband was Jeremy and after their sex romp she rolled over breathless, and her phone pinged. It was a DM from none other than THE Jeremy. It was as if Jeremy knew what she was doing thinking of him with her husband.

She immediately made up a story for her husband about being wide awake and she went to the guest room to "sleep".

Her and Jeremy messaged on social media late into the evening and caught up on life. They exchanged phone numbers and got more and more comfortable texting throughout the day everyday.

One day Jeremy texted, "watcha doing?" Cohen was painting her toenails, but was feeling brave and a little horny. She took a pic of herself painting her toenails, but with more of her breasts in the pic and it definitely gave him a very clear idea of what she looked like now 10 years later. Her tank top cupped the weight of her 36 D's. It was low cut just enough to give a peak of the top of her boobs and her nipples were poking her tank top just perfectly.

She got a little wet just sending it.

Somewhat panicked that she may have crossed the line. What would Jeremy think? I am married...right? What am I doing sending another man a picture of myself like that?

Jeremy immediately responded, "Damn! You're still so gorgeous Cohen!"

Cohen felt butterflies.

They decided to meet as couples at Jeremy and his wife's house on the river and spend a day together and reconnect.

Cohen got so comfortable texting Jeremy and loved how he was attracted to her. The night before they left to meet them, she sent a pic of herself in her new swimsuit she bought for the trip and texted, "Hey you! Wanna go to the river with me tomorrow?" 😉

Jeremy responded "Holy shit yes! But...do our families have to join us?" 😜

And so the story begins...

"7 minutes in Heaven"

The warm, dry summer air was filled with the comforting crackle of the campfire. Cohen sat cross-legged beside her husband, relaxing after a long day on the river. Cohen was still in her bikini and swimsuit cover-up and both her husband and Jeremy had on swim trunks but were shirtless in the heat of the summer night.

Cohen's husband, watching the flames dance, was relaxing and taking in the evening breeze.

Jeremy lounged in a chair opposite them, a beer in hand, his eyes reflecting the flickering firelight. He was telling a story, something about a canoeing trip gone awry, and her husband roared with laughter at the punchline.

Cohen caught Jeremy watching her walk away several times at the river today. She would turn around to check if he was looking at her and he'd just smile and blush.

She knew he was checking out her cheeks that were peaking out in the open air under her bikini bottoms.

Cohen liked that Jeremy was obviously still attracted to her. She found herself wearing sunglasses all day to hide her gaze directed toward him. He was something to look at and his swim trunks clung to his penis everytime he got out of the water. It was difficult to see the entire outline, but Cohen definitely remembered that bulge in his speedo she wanted so badly back when they were on swim team in high school.

The secret mutual attraction between Cohen and Jeremy right in front of their spouses all day was thrilling.

Jeremy's wife was inside the house turning in for an early morning tomorrow.

As Cohen, her husband, and Jeremy drank and shared laughs around the fire outside, Jeremy found his gaze drawn to the soft curves of Cohen's body. Her laughter was like a siren's call, resonating deep within him and stirring a long-forgotten yearning.

When her husband was momentarily distracted by a stray spark that had landed on his arm, Jeremy took the opportunity to indulge in a longer look. Her breasts, perfectly framed by the bikini top, her legs firm and muscular, her body seemed to glisten as the firelight danced upon her. He knew he should look away, but something about the way the shadows played across her skin kept him transfixed.

Cohen felt the weight of his gaze and a warm blush crept up her neck, painting her cheeks. Instead of turning away and adjusting herself demurely, she met his gaze with a coy smile, allowing her hand to drift down to the tie of her swimsuit cover-up. With a playful tug, she loosened it, letting the fabric fall away to reveal more of her ample cleavage. The action was deliberate, a silent invitation that hung in the air for him to feel free to let his eyes linger.

Cohen couldn't help but steal glances at Jeremy. His perfectly placed tattoos and tanned arms that flexed with each gesture, were a testament to their day spent on the river and to the fact that he had grown even more gorgeous since those days back in high school.

He was 6'4" with a swimmer's build. His hair, slightly too long and perpetually windswept, gave him a bad boy charm that she found utterly irresistible. Being near Jeremy, stirred something unexplainable inside her and made her very thirsty for that elusive encounter she had desired and missed back in high school.

She had been married to her husband for 6 years, but it was Jeremy's presence that made her heart flutter like a teenager's.

As the night grew quieter they all went inside. Cohen's husband said goodnight and went to bed, and left Cohen and Jeremy alone in a house that grew darker and completely still except for the sound of the washing machine and dryer churning in the background.

Cohen took the opportunity to refill their drinks. This was their first time alone since high school. She knew she may need a drink to soften the butterflies.

The fridge hummed a low tune as she handed him a fresh beer. He took a sip, the condensation on the bottle leaving a wet ring on his bottom lip. "You know, Cohen," he began, "You haven't aged a day since high school." Jeremy paused as if he wasn't sure he should say his next thought, but he smiled and said it anyway. "It was tough being around you all day in that bikini."

Her cheeks flushed, a warmth spreading from her chest to her fingertips. It was an electric compliment from someone she had desired for years and his voice was laced with something new that felt more like desire.

She didn't know how to respond. Her mind was spinning. She had dreamt of Jeremy for so long, but never dared to believe she'd ever see him again after high school let alone have any kind of thing happen between them outside of being friends on social media.

She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum.

"Jeremy," she laughed a flirty laugh, "you do know you've been my crush since high school right? I mean the bus ride home and then that night at the party with 7 minutes in Heaven and I had to leave. I mean...I would've let you..." Cohen stopped.

There was a brief moment of quiet.

Jeremy tried to break the silence, "yeah I had practiced forever on how to make the bottle land in the exact spot..."

Cohen laughed..."so wait, you planned it to land on me." They both laughed nervously, but felt so comfortable and close.

"It sucked when you left" Jeremy laughed. "But I did go in the closet with Jennifer Standard after that."

"Jennifer Standard!! The girl with the big boobs?" Cohen said.

Jeremy laughed, "yeah" motioning his hands grabbing big boobs.

"What happened?" Cohen asked.

Jeremy continued, "Eh we kissed a little...she had bad breath...I tried to touch her boob, but she wouldn't let me."

They both died laughing. "That's hilarious," Cohen said.

"Well for what it's worth I was chewing spearmint gum that night just in case...so my mouth..." Cohen paused realizing she was giving too much information. Cohen finished her sentence, "my mouth would've tasted nice for you!" Cohen cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

"Well dammit" Jeremy chuckled. "To be honest, I only wanted to do that 7 minutes in the closet with you...after the bus ride home with you that night...I knew I wanted it to be you...I felt like there was something really great there....I practiced the bottle spin thingy for forever!"

They both shared a laugh

Cohen summed it up "After all these years we never dated...kissed...nothing..."

Jeremy finished her thought, "we got so close though."

Jeremy jokingly starts flirting "I mean you left me that night at that party...and I believe you still owe me a kiss...I landed on you...only seems fair that I get that kiss.

Those were the 7 minutes in heaven rules."

Cohen laughed and looked up at Jeremy, "I cannot kiss you."

The room was quiet for a moment.

Jeremy said, "my breath is great I promise"

Cohen started talking not sure where to stop, "if I kiss you it wouldn't be just a kiss...I know me....if I started to kiss you...I'd forget who I am and lose myself...you and me..." Cohen looked away realizing she had said way too much.

Trying to explain more, "I can't just...kiss you Jeremy." Her face flushed not knowing where this conversation was going, but she knew she liked it.

Jeremy said, "hmmm, dangerous huh?"

"I think I said too much." Cohen laughed shyly, knowing she had just revealed to Jeremy way too much.

The room was quiet momentarily as Jeremy slammed the remainder of his beer.

Cohen took another drink of her wine needing some liquid courage for this conversation.

Jeremy looked at Cohen with a glisten in his eyes and said "For old time's sake."

He set his empty bottle down on the counter and spun it very specifically and it slowly came to a stop right on Cohen. With a mischievous smile, Jeremy said, "I still got it."

Jeremy took her hand and led her through the kitchen toward the laundry room. "Oh you're serious" Cohen said. "Wait what's happening?"

All the memories flooding back of Jeremy taking her hand and leading her with that smile to the closet for their 7 minutes in Heaven came flooding back.

As Jeremy led Cohen by the hand, thoughts were rushing through her mind..."is this happening...what's happening...am I about to make out with THE Jeremy...the guy that makes me so horny just being around him....the guy I've masturbated and fantasized about so many times my whole life. My husband is in this house right now."

Once inside the laundry room, the tension was unbearable. Jeremy shut the door behind him. It was mostly dark except for the blue light glowing from the night light.

Jeremy's hand brushed against her arm, and she felt a jolt of anticipation as she let out a nervous laugh.

Cohen was looking down at the ground trying to let her eyes adjust to the glow of the night light. As she glanced around trying to adjust she could see that Jeremy had an erection tent poking in his swim suit.

She was alone with another man that had an erection for her...and he was gorgeous. It was all so taboo. Cohen knew at that moment if she gave in, this was definitely going to be more than just a kiss.

Could she do this? What exactly is about to happen? Am I about to give myself to another man. I've only been with one man in my life.

What would it be like to secretly fuck another man...no one will ever know...better yet...what would it be like to finally secretly fuck Jeremy?

Her swim bottoms were getting very wet at the anticipation. She had only seen and touched one dick in her whole life, her husband's. The only other cock she ever longed for was Jeremy's.

Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her, his lips firm and demanding. His lips and tongue felt different, but it felt like home. She melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as they kissed with a passion that was years in the making. They stumbled backward, knocking over a pile of towels, not breaking the kiss.

The heat between them was a tangible force that seemed to thicken the very air. His hand slithered down her back, his fingertips brushing the waistband of her swim bottoms.

They continued to kiss as Jeremy's thumb traced the outline of her suit, the fabric of her swimsuit the only thing standing between them. She could feel the head of his cock nudging through his swimsuit when he pressed against her, a silent plea for more.

Cohen began to raise her leg up almost involuntarily to give him better access to her forbidden places and pulled Jeremy closer to her by his hip, a confession of her need. Jeremy held her leg and pressed his cock against the leg she was standing on. The sensation of his dick against her was electrifying. She could feel the slickness of her arousal, the wetness seeping through the fabric.

She had imagined this so many times, but the reality was so much more intense. She could tell his cock was much larger than her husband's. This was all so new and beautifully wrong. Another man's dick against her body. Another man's lips and tongue tasting the wine in her mouth.

With their kiss never breaking, Jeremy's heart pounded as he traced the strings of Cohen's bikini top and put his hands on her face as he continued to explore her mouth and tongue continuing to press his cock against her leg and inching his dick closer to her pubic mound.

His forearms rested on the exposed parts of her breasts right between her swimsuit top.

With a gentle but firm pull, he slipped the straps of her bikini top down her arms, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze. They were full and ripe, the rosy tips already pebbled with excitement. He cupped both her breast in his hands and let his fingers gently feel the bumps of her areolas that surrounded her perfectly erect nipples. They were the most perfect breasts he had ever seen or touched. His wife was very flat chested, so the bare skin and weight of Cohen's breasts were intoxicating.

Cohen had moved her hands to Jeremy's drawstring of his swim shorts and began to untie them as Jeremy continued to explore her breasts. She could feel the pressure of his erect cock pressing against his shorts. With both hands, she started to slip them off over his hips as the coolness of the air kissed his dick. It bobbed before her, a testament to his desire, and she gasped at the sight. She had never seen another dick in person before, and the sight of Jeremy's thick, veiny length made her heart beat almost out of her chest. It was large and she anticipated how it would feel in her hand.

Cohen's eyes were wide with wonder, and she reached out tentatively to touch him. Her fingers danced around the base before she wrapped her hand around his shaft, feeling the velvety skin and the pulsing heat beneath.

His dick was different from her husband's. He definitely kept himself manscaped. The tip of his dick was much fuller, his shaft was definitely much more girthy and he was at least a full inch longer. His balls were clean shaven and she noticed his dick leaned a little to the left. It was a weighty and long shaft. She marveled at how amazing it was to finally explore his dick after all these years and all the times she got so close.

She sank to her knees before him. With a sense of awe, she leaned in and put her lips on the tip of his dick. She flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock. Jeremy's knees buckled slightly, and he braced himself against the wall behind her. Cohen's eyes lit up with excitement as she took him into her mouth, her lips sliding over the head before she took more of him in, inch by inch. She could feel the veins pulsing under her tongue, and the taste of another man's cock in her mouth was thrilling.

She bobbed her head back and forth, her hand wrapping around the base to stroke him in time with her mouth. She felt powerful, kneeling before him like this, holding his pleasure in her hands and mouth. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the room, mingling with his soft groans of pleasure and the droning of the dryer.

Cohen's eyes were fully adjusted to the room now. She watched the way his pupils dilated and his eyelids fluttered with every pass of her tongue. She could feel him growing harder, swelling in her mouth. She wondered what his wife must feel being able to have his cock in her mouth anytime she wanted...and how did she feel taking this sizable dick inside of her. She was so lucky.