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We met in college – I was probably a junior and Mary was a freshman. She dated one of my friends, but they eventually broke up. I forget when I was first attracted to her, but I was eyeing her by the middle of my senior year. For instance, one day as I sat down to lunch, Mary was at near-by table, and I heard her say, “Hi sweetie! How are you?” Although I knew she wasn’t talking to me, I immediately responded with, “Not bad, sugar. How are you?” It got a good laugh because she was actually reading a letter from her grandmother.

After we both got out of college, we started going out on an irregular basis; a ballgame here, a movie there, etc. Finally, a year of so after she graduated, our relationship started to heat up. We started to see each other more regularly, and we got more physical. Even though we lived in suburbs on opposite sides of the city, I made sure I paid a little extra to have a phone number that allowed her to be a local call (this was in the very early days of phone deregulation).

Near the end of the summer, she came over to my place on a Saturday afternoon. I gave the quick tour of my one-bedroom flat, ending with the bedroom. She hopped on my waterbed, and that led to us making out. When we were both naked and had done a fair bit of breast kissing and body caressing, I had her on her back and I straddled her chest for some fellatio. It was a first for me, but apparently not for her. Just before I came, I withdrew and worked my way down her body, spread her legs, and with a little assistance, entered her.

It was glorious. I spent a minute or two stroking inside her and then came. The orgasm lasted a bit, but she must not have realized it had started because she asked me not to cum inside her. I apologized and said it was too late. She actually seemed pleased that she had made me cum, because she smiled and hugged me tight.

After I withdrew, we lay on my bed in the spoon position for probably half an hour, just enjoying the afterglow. (No, she didn’t orgasm – I didn’t learn how to do that until later.) Then we went to dinner.

After dinner, we were back at my place. Since the drapes on my living room (ground floor and facing the parking lot) were somewhat sheer, we went around the corner to the bedroom door to make-out some more. I remember undoing the snaps of her heavy denim skirt so I could rub her and finger her. I got her out of her undies and gave her a few licks. (Oh, boy, if I knew then what I know now.) Then she reciprocated by undoing my trousers, dropping my drawers, and taking my member into her mouth again. She kept at it and I ended up grasping the top of the door frame for support and then came while all but hanging by my fingertips. It was a very intense orgasm.

I collapsed to the floor where we continued with kissing and caressing. Then she got between my legs and took me into her mouth again. She was very good and got me to orgasm a third time. Then I asked her to do it from the side so I could see more clearly while she did me. She laughed and agreed and I came for the fourth time.
We eventually got our clothes back on and straightened, kissed good night, and she went home.

About a month later, she had me to her house for dinner. (She was still living at home.) She told me I had gotten her pregnant and she had had an abortion. I was stunned. At that instant I would have married her if she had wanted. She said that she thought we were too hooked on the physical and wanted to cool that part of the relationship. In hindsight she was right, but the evening ended badly. We broke up and I left. Fifteen months later, I was married, and enjoyed my second time.

In the twenty years since I left her house, I haven’t seen her nor spoken to her. I often wonder what’s become of her. And as I sit here in middle age, the lyrics of Bob Seger’s song “Night Moves” run through my head:

I woke last night to the sound of thunder/
How far off I sat and wondered/
Started humming a song from 1962/
Ain’t it funny how the night moves/
When you just don’t seem to have as much to lose/
Strange how the night moves/
With autumn closing in.

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