Where it happened: Dorm
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Kim and I dated through our senior year in high school. I had loved her wit and curves for years. We enjoyed our time together. Whenever we were together, strangers always smiled at us. Once, on a trip to Chicago, we visited a museum with a Rodin statue. It was a larger than life size stone of a woman on a man. Both were seated in passionate copulation. I envied that statue. I wanted to be that rock.
Kim was beautiful. Not tall and thin like a model, but curvy and voluptuous. Great boobs and an extraordinarily small waist and wide hips. 38-24-38, I think. Big beautiful blue eyes. Large sensitive nipples and areola. Supple labia. Eyes that made everyone believe whatever she said. That wasn’t always good.
I don’t know if I should be ashamed or proud of my first time. We talked about it for months. I was so idealistic and cautious. I was determined not to reproduce until we were ready. She was less restrained. Time after time we would kiss and make out. She loved to grind her crotch against my hip bone. She slid her slit against my hip time and again, bouncing her bear breasts against my chest. She moaned and panted. I wanted her like I wanted air, but I did not remove her pants. She knew I wanted her, and I know she wanted me.
One day she said to me: I went to ….. They said we should use a condum and foam. They gave them to us. I want you to come over tonight.
It was right before Thanksgiving. I was supposed to meet a friend and play tennis. I didn’t play tennis that day.
I went to her room—it was a sweet really, two bedrooms, a living room and a bathroom. The other students were gone for the holiday. We put a matress on the floor and undressed. I would like to say she was beautiful– because she was– but the room was dark. I rolled on the condum and she applied the foam. She lay on her back, missionary position. I slid in. God it was wonderful. Too much. Too wet, too long, too great. I came within seconds– that was a long time ago. Worse yet, I shrunk. The condum slipped off. Where did it go? We knew where it went. I couldn’t find it. She got up and fished it out.
How embarassing. But we were in love, I thought. Within minutes I was hard again. The next time, the condum didn’t slip. We copulated six separate times that night. Half the box. Total time joined: less than twelve minutes. She didn’t seem to care, but I would have preferred staying in her forever.
She didn’t come. No oral or anal sex was involved. It was months before she blew me or I licked her. Heck it was weeks before we did it doggy style. Over a couple months, my stamina improved. I could fuck her forever. But soon, all we did was fuck. God she was the best blow job artest ever. But it didn’t last. We broke up a few times. Each time we got back together, I told her “It is great to see you.” Ultimately that changed too.
She liked women for a while. Now, I wish I had joined in; then I was shy and insecure. After she was with women for a while, her felatio changed. Her licking was fabulous, from the balls to the glans, again and again. To this day, I can not immagine a better blow job. Despite her incredible beauty and intellegence, she was very troubled. For multiple reasons, she was quite insecure. If I had to go to work, she would protest and try to seduce me. (Note: with some bosses, they will understand if you call in late to work, saying I am getting the best head and I hope to be a couple hours late.) To be fair, I had my problems too.
Much as I loved doing her and being done by her, we couldn’t be together. It wasn’t until the last time, months after we finally separated, that she came over and demanded physical love. She sat on me, conjoined at the hips, like Rodin’slovers.
I know that she thinks of me still. I don’t regret our time together, but I wish I didn’t still think of her so often.
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