I had just graduated from college, and I was headed for graduate school in mid-August of that year. I guess you could read that and think that I had my shit at least somewhat together, which was not the case. I had made no plans for the summer beyond a vague scheme to find a summer job and accumulate a bit of savings before heading off to graduate school three months later.
Until then, I planned to live with my parents, who had moved to another state while I was in college. I knew no one in the city to which they had moved, apart from them. When I got there, I had no connections in this city. I was (and am) a fairly introverted guy, so my social life was nonexistent. I spent my days getting up at absurd hours, going for long runs in the hot, afternoon sun, and (lackadaiscally) applying to jobs. Being preternaturally nocturnal, I spent my nights awake. I spent some of this time constructively, but, being absurdly libidinous, I spent a hell of a lot more of it masturbating.
I eventually did find a summer job. It had odd hours and long shifts, but the pay was pretty good, and I got along with the people there. It occurred to me (frequently) that I would like to have a social life. It also occurred to me (constantly) that I would like to have a sex life.
At the time, I was fairly inexperienced with women. I was not a virgin; I had had a girlfriend during the time that I had studied abroad while I was in college, and had had a number of other experiences, some of which may merit writing out. However, although I could fake gregarity pretty well, I was incredibly bad at doing so for the purpose of seducing a woman. I didn’t have even a quarter of the confidence that I do now, and I tended to overthink situations that might otherwise have resulted in sex and relationships. Thinking back on it, this certainly resulted in some missed opportunities.
So I turned to online dating. Not too long after I created my profile, I received a message from a user with a clever username. I’ll call her Ann. I could tell from a quick snoop at her pictures that she was very attractive: on the shorter side (maybe 5’1″), with blonde hair, blue eyes, maybe B-cup breasts, a trim waist, and a shapely little ass. I had made some joke in my profile about my ability to write sonnets, and she challenged me by writing me one. I responded in kind, and we traded poetic ripostes for a while. Eventually we met and went on a short date that ended with some aggressive making out and over-the-clothes petting, and although both of us had other commitments and so had to cut things short, we agreed to meet up later and made a date. (That night’s fap session was one for the books.)
Now, as necessary aside, a shameless brag — and not about my endowment or sexual abilities: I am a very good cook. I can prepare some damn fine meals. Until that point, because I am an idiot, I was not aware of the possibilities that this skill could create for me. I also was not aware of the palate-clitoris connection. I am confident the medical field one day will validate this hitherto unknown nerve connection. I volunteer to be an experimenter in any future study. /brag
So, I offered her dinner and a movie at my (well…my parents’) place. My parents were both out, my mother at work and my father at a board game club he attended on that night of the week. Ann arrived that evening wearing a fairly revealing sundress. I opened the door and let her in, and she smiled at me and we kissed briefly. We talked for a little while about our jobs and lives, etc., and our plans for the coming fall. She was going to graduate school herself, albeit on the other side of the country. We both knew that things, such as they were, were temporary, and we both accepted it, though we never discussed it openly.
I resumed preparing the food. The dish I made, which of course I will always remember as the first meal that ever got me laid, is actually very simple to make. It’s a simple chicken dish: hot frying pan, olive oil, chopped chicken breast, chopped mushrooms. Fry the chicken for a very little while. Then add a sauce consisting of about one part chicken stock to one part Madeira (fortified wine. Port will also work pretty well.) Let the ingredients simmer for a little while in the sauce. Add the mushrooms closer to the end; they cook fairly quickly and have a tendency to soak up all the olive oil. I also made some pasta to serve with it.
She ate quickly and was very impressed. I finished shortly after her. Without saying anything, she looked me dead in the eyes, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me upstairs. We collapsed, kissing, on the floor of the sunroom, which is through my room and behind it. We made out furiously and passionately, our hands all over each other need for one another growing by the second.
In an uncharacteristically bold move, I slid my hand up her thigh under her sundress. She shuddered slightly as my fingers brushed her underwear over her pussy. The underwear were already soaked through. I looked at her, hesitating, and she nodded. I slipped my fingers under her underwear. She shuddered again and pulled me closer, still kissing me.
Her pussy was perfectly clean-shaven and smooth. I massged it eagerly with my fingertips, gently working my way closer to her clitoris. When I finally touched it and began to massage it, she moaned into my mouth, still kissing me, and unbuckled by belt. I lifted myself slightly off of the floor and she pulled down my pants, reached her hand into my boxers, grasped my painfully erect penis, and began to stroke it. I moaned involuntarily at the relief of her touch, as she began to stroke my shaft. She smiled as we kissed at my reaction. “Let’s move to the bed,” I half-whispered, gasping with pleasure as she varied the pressure and speed of her strokes. She nodded, and broke the kiss for a moment to say, “Definitely.”
We got into my room and both began undressing the rest of the way. She pulled her sundress over her head and took off her bra and panties, revealing a petite frame with shapely, firm breasts. Her nipples were small and pink. She had a little bit of curvature, but was quite fit, and had a healthy tan tone to her smooth skin, which nicely offset the almost flaxen blonde of her smooth, medium-length hair. Her pussy was an aesthetic marvel. It was completely hairless and smooth, and her outler lips formed a perfect slit, tight and inviting.
We laid down on my bed next to each other and began kissing again. She was lazily yet expertly stroking my hard cock, tantalizing me with the edge of pleasure and eliciting moans and gasps from me. I was more clumsily massaging her pussy, and finally succeeded in slipping a finger into her tight, wet vagina. She moaned as I did so and squeezed my cock a little harder at the sensation. I began to finger her, but I couldn’t quite bring her to orgasm, which was a little dispiriting.
Fortunately, Ann was a good sport about this and sensed my insecurity. She began to kiss my neck, and gently shifted position, moving down my body between my legs. She kissed the tip of my cock and gently wrapped her lips around it and began to bob her head, placing her hands on both sides of me on the bed for support.
I had received a few good blowjobs before, but this one was a standout. I closed my eyes, just for a second, and concentrated on the tight heat of her mouth, lips, and tongue around my penis, moving in a perfect rhythm. She could not take my full length in her mouth, but she concentrated on the most sensitive places, further up my shaft towards the cockhead, diligently bobbing and applying just the right amount of suction, and occasionally brushing her lips up over my glans to massage it with a different sensation.
I opened my eyes, and the visual nearly sent me over the edge. She was crouched like a tigress, and her firm, naked, toned buttocks were angled upwards, so I could see them above her head as she worked on my cock with a degree of single-minded focus that somehow made the experience that much more intensely sexy. Her hair, already a mess, had fallen partly across her face and covered it, and was concealing her handiwork (mouthiwork?). I gently brushed at it, and, sensing that I wanted a better view, Ann stopped for a few seconds to tie it back so that I could watch. She resumed sucking, and in addition to the sensations I’ve described, I was treated to the sight of her lips and mouth sliding up and down my shaft. I had to fight the slightly sadistic urge to push on the back of her head so that she would have to take my entire length.
I could feel tautness building in my muscles, groin, and balls, and I knew that if I had any prayer of gettin’ it in, I was going to have to call a halt to the blowjob. Reluctantly, I told her to stop and asked her if she wanted me to return the favor. She smiled and said no thank you, she wasn’t really into that. She wanted to have sex, though.
We adjusted positions so that she was below me. I clambered out of bed briefly to retrieve a condom (I know, amateur hour over here. Always keep them right by the bed to minimize delays in the action.) I maneuvered and began to work myself into her. She moaned, gasped, and dug her nails into my back as her tight vagina stretched to accommodate my penis. I started thrusting gently, taking gentler strokes at first. She wasn’t the loudest partner I’ve ever been with, but her sharp gasps of pleasure and quiet little moans assured me that she was enjoying herself.
I bottomed out in her, and she let out a yelp of pain. Alarmed, I started to withdraw and asked her if she was OK. She said she was fine, and grinned. “It’s OK, I like a little bit of pain.” I shrugged and resumed thrusting. Her gasps and moans grew louder, and I could feel the tension building in her body as I ran my hands over her her smooth skin. As her orgasm neared, she pulled me closer and kissed me hungrily, thrusting up towards me as I thrust downward. She moaned into my mouth as we kissed, and her vagina, slick with arousal, grew tighter around my penis. I thrusted faster and faster, my own tension and excitement rapidly building. I let out a few moans into our kisses as well.
Finally, she began to cum. I could feel her body tense up and release, and she set out a series of wild cries. Her vagina clenched and relaxed against my penis as the waves of her orgasm crashed through her. The sensation was too much for me, and I thrust myself all the way into her, which seemed to increase the volume and intensity of her cries, even as they turned into whimpers of pleasure. I yelled out in pleasure myself, overwhelmed by the perfect tightness around me, and began to cum myself.
When our orgasms finally subsided, I grasped the base of the condom and withdrew. “Wow,” I said simply. “Yep.” She grinned. I awkwardly penguin-waddled to the bathroom to properly dispose of the condom, and returned. She was still lying sprawled out and naked on the bed. She propped her head up on her elbow and turned on her side. She smiled languidly at me, her eyes appearing just slightly unfocused and distant. “Another round?,” I asked jokingly (but also hopefully). She smiled and shook her head. “No, that’s all right. I’m still super sensitive and you gave me jelly-legs. I’d better head home.” Slightly disappointed, I shrugged. My father was likely to return soon anyway, and although I’m sure he knew full well what he was up to, I didn’t want him to overhear our activities. “OK then. I’ll walk you out.” We got dressed and I led her to the door. I kissed her in the doorway, already looking forward to our next meeting.
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