After I finally lost my virginity the summer after my freshman year of college
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I moved back to school and rented a studio apartment near campus. During my freshman year I became very close friends with a young lady named Monet (name changed). Monet grew up in a hippie family in a sleepy coastal city, and not surprisingly had very liberal social values. And yes, her artist parents named their children after famous painters. On the other hand, I grew up in a conservative family. Think of the Cunningham family from Happy Days and you’re kind of close.
For Monet and I it was truly a case of opposites attract, and I can honestly say by the middle of our freshman year we loved each other. The problem is it was totally platonic – she had an off-and-on boyfriend back home, and she didn’t think she could date a Reagan-loving conservative boy like me.
For our sophomore year Monet and I picked up where we left off. We loved being together, laughed a lot, studied together, etc. But she still kind of had a boyfriend. I was in the friend zone, but she was well aware that I wanted to move out of that zone. I should tell you a bit about Monet. She was petite, long, kind of unkept brunette hair, shapely, and boobs that looked almost too big for her 5’ body. I was a little over 6’ tall, 175 lbs. preppy style brown hair, and blue eyes. I spent a lot of time on my road bike and in the gym, so I was pretty fit.
To celebrate the end of the semester Monet scheduled a little get together at her apartment, which also served as a going-away party for me (I had decided to transfer to another school for my last two years). About 15 of our friends gathered and we drank tequila, danced, and had a great time. I wasn’t a big drinker in college, so I must have drank too quickly and don’t remember much past 10:00 or so.
What I do remember is coming out of a deep fog at around 4:00 in the morning. I soon realized that I was in Monet’s bed and I was naked. Monet was sleeping next to me, and it appeared that she was naked too. Confused, I woke Monet and asked what happened. She said I was too drunk to walk home so she put me in her bed. She sleeps in the nude and she figured I wouldn’t mind sleeping nude next to her, and I was too drunk last night to try anything anyway.
However, when I woke up I was in a little better shape. Once I got my bearing, I scooted closer to Monet to snuggle, and she didn’t resist. In fact, she said since I was moving away, there was no chance of a relationship complicating things, so she might as well give me what I had wanted for two years (the boyfriend was out of the picture again).
At this point I was spooning Monet, and rolled her onto her back, and those boobs that I had fantasized about forever were even better up close. Starting at her neck I slowly kissed my way down to her tits, and spent a lot of time on her sensitive nipples, while caressing her labia and clit with my fingers. I think she almost came from this. Then I made my way down to her belly button, and then scooted down between her legs. From there I kissed my way up and down both of her inner thighs, and finally spent about 15 minutes on her freshly shaved pussy (she had planned on sleeping with me so she shaved off her bush). Everything about her pussy was amazing, so I took my time and slowly brought her to an orgasm. Afterward she said that was an orgasm that had been building since the semester began.
It was then her turn to give me the best blowjob I had ever had, and for the next two hours I enjoyed some of the most passionate sex of my life. Doggy style, cowgirl, missionary, spoon, you name it. When we were done Monet said she had been really angry with me for leaving, and she took it out on me in her bed.
About two weeks after this happened I moved away and never saw Monet again.
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