It was early in our relationship. You know how things are at the start. Hot. Heavy. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. This was all directly on the heels of my long-term relationship that ended… well, about 5 days before this story took place. I was a 24-year-old girl, struggling with the transition between college and my career. He was a 22-year-old freshman at the local college. It was fun, light, and exactly what I needed after 7 years of monotony. I guess I should take some time to tell you about appearances. I’m 5’4, curvy with DD breasts, and long, dark hair. At that time I had far less tattoos and piercings than I do now. James was 6’2″ with skater-boy type hair, a big beard, and the thickest cock I’d ever seen in my relative inexperience.