Where it happened: graduate school
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
I was (and still am) pretty much a nerd. I had made it to
grad school with my virginity intact, and without a clue
how to lose it. Helen was about 10 years older, and was
married to someone much older. She worked at the same
place I did, where I made enough money to live on while I
took classes. She was unconventional, and that intrigued
me. Helen talked of literature, art, philosophy, immortal
ideas, and didnÆt care much for politics or current
events. I tended to work late, and so did she. Over
several months, we got to know each other, occasionally
getting a late night bite together. Our friendship took on
a flirtatious aspect, but knowing she was married and
older, I never expected things to go further.
One night, the power failed. We had to stay to be sure
things were OK when the lights came back on, so we sat in
the dark and talked. Helen mentioned the ending of Cyrano
de Bergerac, when he reads the letters to Roxanne in the
darkening evening, and she realizes he must have written
them, since it was too dark for him to be reading them.
ôSometimes itÆs easier to find the truth in the dark,ö she
said. Suddenly, she kissed me, taking several attempts to
find my mouth because I was so surprised and it was dark.
ItÆs hard to remember what we said, maybe nothing, as she
tenderly introduced me to her body, slipping my hand under
her shirt to feel her soft breasts. She had my shirt
unbuttoned and had pulled hers over her head. My mouth was
sucking her nipples when the door opened and a security
guard with a flashlight stomped in. She quickly pulled on
her shirt and went over to talk to him, showing him her ID
and convincing him nothing illegal or dangerous was going
on. We held our breath as he left, then burst out in
giddy, nervous laughter, just thinking about what he would
have found if he had arrived a few minutes later.
The mood was broken, and anyway the power came on a few
minutes later. We talked about what we had started, and
what I certainly hoped to finish. When I confessed I was a
virgin, her face lit up. Helen said she would be honored
to be my first, and that she wanted to arrange everything.
Over the next few weeks, she would drop hints, leaving me
erotic notes, touching or brushing against me when no one
was looking. Finally, one Monday she told me that her
husband would be out of town for the weekend, that
Saturday night would be the day. I was so turned on that
whole week, but I dared not masturbate, thinking somehow I
needed to save it up.
The sun seemed to refuse to set that night. She waited
until after dark to pick me up so her neighbors wouldnÆt
notice anything. Inside her house, she led me to the
bedroom. Candles were lit, but I wanted the lights on to
see all of her. She undressed and laid back on the bed. I
had seen enough pictures of nude women, but there was no
comparison to the real thing. I was fascinated by how dark
her pubic hair was, and how it undulated against her pale
white skin as she moved. I stripped and climbed next to
her on the bed.
This time, I got the complete tour of her body. She placed
my fingers on her pussy. It was quite wet, which she
explained was because she was more excited than she had
been in years. She guided me to feel her delicate inner
lips, to slip into her opening, to lightly touch her clit.
She raised a wet finger to my face and let me inhale her
perfume. It was such an exotic smell, dirty in a way, but
compelling. She put her finger in my mouth, and my tongue
tingled with the strange, wondrous flavor of womanhood.
She reached for my cock, and it was all I could do not to
come at her slightest touch. ôNot yet!ö I pleaded, but her
voice in my ear reassured me ôItÆs time.ö She rolled on
top of me, and sat on my cock in one, smooth movement. My
body quivered, all my senses on overload. The hot tight
soft wet grip of her vagina on my penis. The sight of her
breasts, her pale skin damp and pink with her excitement,
dangling within reach. The smell and taste of her filling
my head. Her moans startled me, but my own voice joined
her in a passionate chorus. She hardly moved for what
seemed like eternity, and I teetered on the brink, not
knowing how much better it was possible to feel.
Slowly, she leaned forward then back, moving my cock in
and out of her, pushing me past the point of no return.
Her face encouraged me, and as my balls ignited she gasped
ôCome with meö. I had no choice, as my cock twitched and
my body spasmed. Her ass bounced in sync with my squirts
as I shot again and again and again into her cunt. ôIÆm
coming, IÆm coming, IÆm comingö she sighed over and over.
Even after I pumped a weekÆs worth of semen into her, she
continued to ride me, sending lightning bolts of pleasure
through my spine. Helen seemed to be in a trance, as she
stared down at me, a goofy smile on her face. Finally she
leaned forward, holding my cock inside her as she laid her
head on my chest.
We dozed off linked that way, and I thought I had died and
gone to heaven. We did everything time and tender flesh
allowed that weekend, and whenever we could for the next
year. The week after graduation, we rented a cabin at Lake
Tahoe and made love every way we knew how. She went west
back to her husband and I continued east to my new job.
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