Where it happened: my bed
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was living alone in my own studio apartment, a virgin, alone at a major university with more available sex than even I could imagine. Unfortunately, I wasn’t getting any. My life was a mixture of study and sleeping with no time for other pleasures. . .oh! there was probably time all right but I was a nerd!
The building manager for my apartment was a young woman, not much older than me chronologically, she was eons older than me in social skills. Her apartment door faced mine and we often met coming and going and occasionally on business. Of course, I had the normal horemone rush that’s attributed to College men each time I saw her. . . she was quite beautiful and sexy as hell.
It was on an evening as I sat alone in my apartment studying some rigid frame analysis when I heard loud voices coming from next door; then the sound of broken glass and violence. I rushed next door, knocked and the door fell open of it’s own accord and I faced a very drunk and violent man. He had been assualting sheila and now turned to confront me. As he moved towards me I picked up a table leg that lay broken on the floor and delivered a telling blow to his head. He fell to the floor – unconscious.
By the time the police arrived, he was rational again and quite subdued as they dragged him off to jail. It was after midnight when Sheila had treated her minor contusions and I had finished helping Sheila clean up her apartment.
It was the next evening, a little before dinner time that a knock came on my door and Sheila was there offering to fix dinner for me to repay me for my help last evening. At dinner, which was rather delicious, she thanked me again for not asking questions and for coming to her rescue; then she told me he was her ex-husband and that he had a long record of abuse. When she had taken the job as apartment manager, she thought she had ditched him for good but he had found her. She had been advised that with his record, he’d be in jail for at least five years.
Dinner over and the dishes cleared, I prepared to leave when Sheila asked, “Do you like me?” and I replied, “Yes. . . .” wishing that I could express my real feelings. “Haven’t had much to do with girls, have you?” she continued and I agreed. “Have you ever thought of having me for your girl?” she continued and I lied, “No, I haven’t”
“Well, I’ve thought about you a lot. Would you be my boy friend? Nothing serious of course. . . just fuck buddies perhaps.”
With that, I felt my cock grow tall and stiff and my senses fully alert. Our eyes met and she came to me in an embrace as we kissed. I felt her tongue at my lips, pressing for entrance and her belly against mine. Sheila was my first and in many respects, my best! She was a consumate lover and when I entered her for the first time, it was the crowning experience of my life.
It was the beginning of a close friendship that still exists today and when we fuck, which is frequently, it is a newer and better experience than before.
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