Where it happened: his bed
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I met Danny in our freshman year of college. From the beginning I always knew he cared for me in a different way than I cared for him. He was tall, thin, with long, dark hair and intense brown eyes. So seroius all the time, and painfully shy. During my entire college career I had a long distance boyfriend who did visit campus occasionally and I always attended school events with dates, crushes, and the occasoinal “boyfriend” (to ensure that I gave myself the opportunity to have the “college” experience, which included being what I thought was the well rounded social experiment). But Danny was often around and we dated a couple of times a year, always platonically on my part. We ran in the same crowd and I became well aware of his feelings for me. Most of the time I was uncomfortable with it–you know how it feels when someone likes you and you don’t like them–“that” way. But one weekend came along near the end of my senior year when I needed to get away, and by this time Danny had moved to another town. We had stayed in touch and he was very welcoming when I asked him if he would like a visitor for the weekend. I traveled to his town, stayed at his apt. We went to dinner, had a couple of drinks, returned to the apt. and went to bed together in his room. The setting was perfect: privacy, moonlight through the window, I was relaxed but excited at the same time. Slowly he turned to me, we kissed, it felt good, then he gently put his hand on my breast…..then BAM. He ran from the bedroom, stayed in the bathroom for ten minutes, returned to bed, said goodnight and went to sleep. I left early the next morning, still not knowing what had happened the night before and much too embarrased to ask. Fast forward 23 years. I was recently divorced, eating lunch with some girlfriends and the new “chef” was introduced to the guests. His namee was Daniel L. WHAT??? Could it be, no, it just couldn’t be the same guy from college. But indeed fate had brought Danny and me together again. Two weeks later, at his apt. he leaned down, kissed me, carried me in his arms, laid me down in his bed, gently undressed me, and made the sweetest love I had ever imagnied, all the while looking into my eyes, saying “look at you, just look at you.” A great love was born, (maybe reborn) that day. When I finally got the courage to ask hime about that night so many years ago, I said “Did something happen that night?” He jumped up and yelled “Yes!!!” Then he explained that he actually had an orgasm—without us even really touching..I did not know that was possible (sort of like spontaneous combustion!) We have now been married 8 years, and he is the best lover I ever had —or could even imagine.
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