Where it happened: Bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
I met Sara my first day of college. She lived across the hall from me and I thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Long red hair and light skin with freckles. She had an incredible sense of humor and was constantly making jokes and laughing. Well, she had a boyfriend. We soon became close friend but nothing more. We studied together, went dancing, joked around but she was a one man woman. Towards the middle of winter her high school boyfriend disappeared and I began working on convincing her that I was a replacement. We went skiing with a group of students and I drove. On the way back from skiing we sat in the back seat as somebody else drove. I slowly massaged her shoulders then touched her face then began to lightly touch her beautiful round breasts. I thought she would shy away but she seemed much to my surprise to welcome it. Nothing much happened in the car other than she realized that I thought more of her than just a friend.
We continued to date that year. Finally, we progressed to more physicality. We started sleeping together. We were both virgins. Me not by choice her by choice. Jesus wanted her to keep it for marriage. Not being religious, I was not as enthusiastic. But we started having oral sex regularly. We then moved in together. We would sleep in the nude and have wonderful oral sex and masturbation but never intercourse. I was so in love I would have put up with anything. We lived together for almost a year. Then finally, it was in the spring of my sophomore year of college. She decided that Jesus was wrong. Sex, or at least what we had done was great! She went off to the gynecologist and got a diaphragm. She asked her dad if it was ok for her to have sex with me. His reply was great. You’re still a virgin? Poor guy- It’s wonderful honey have a good time.
Well we planned a special night. But she couldn’t quite decide what-or how-or when. Finally we decided on a Friday night. We would go out to dinner, a movie, and then retire to our home and finally have sex. That night I find out that my apartment mate’s parents are coming for the weekend. They are going to be around all weekend. Sara and I are devastated. We are commiserating on a Thursday night and she says.
Well, If not Friday night why not tonight? This is more than 20 years ago and I still get shivers when I think of it. She trots off to the bathroom to put in the diaphragm. She returns in tears. She can’t get it in. I reassure her that I can probably figure it out. We go to bed. We cuddle, We kiss all over. I eat her out and it is fantastic. A sweat taste like caviar ice cream. Finally, she is less nervous and her muscles relax. I get out the diaphragm and try to put it in. Boing!!! It goes bouncing across the room. It is hard to be romantic when the diaphragm has bounced under the bed into the dust pussies.
Well I get it out, clean it off and try again. We get it into place. We try to relax but my heart is going about 10000 miles an hour. Finally we try to start. “Is it in yet.” It is obvious that it hurts. We are part way in but it is stuck on something. Well after much licking, massaging, thrusting, and crying we get the penis into the vagina.
The sensation for me is incredible. Warmth, love, her smooth skin against my skin, she is the most beautiful woman in the world and I am the happiest man on the planet. We start thrusting in and out. Slowly at first and then more and more. She begs me to finish as it really hurts. I can’t bear to hurt her but the sensation is incredible. We stop and start a few times. She then begs me to have an orgasm in her. We do. The warmth, the love, the tenderness, the blood. Fantastic. I gave her an orgasm with my tongue. It is not for another year that she has an orgasm from intercourse.
In the morning we do it again and she is more comfortable. I dipped my finger in her blood and write our initials on her chest. She takes some blood from my penis and writes them on my chest. The smell of pussy and blood is overwhelming. It is the happiest day of my life.
We were profoundly in love. Well, we lived together for another 2 years. We must of had sex 2 to 3 times a day every day. Finally she decided that she doesn’t want to get married because marriage is a terrible idea. But that Jesus doesn’t want her to have sex any more. I couldn’t take Jesus guiding our lives. So we finally broke up. It was a loss that neither of us will ever forget. It was a love affair that for me will never be equaled.
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