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     She smiles and nods and gets up and walks towards her bedroom.  I get up and say, “I gotta use the John.”   I walk over to the bathroom and fumble for the lightswitch.   I step up to the toilet and undo my fly.   My erection is thick and veiny and luscious and it takes a little concentration to make it go down enough that I can pee and even then I have to hold myself up using the wall over the toilet so I could lean over and not piss all over the back of it.

     I button myself back in and walk to her room.

     I walk in and she’s waiting on the bed.   She lit a few votive candles.

     I get on the bed and we’re into the making out again.

     We’re laying side by side for a while and then I roll her on top of me.

     She straddles me and I know
she can feel my hard-on pressing up against her.

     I grab the shoulder straps of her tank top with both hands and pull her down so we can make out some more.   We do that for a few minutes and then she flips us around so I’m on top of her, between her legs.   I start humping her while we’re making out.   It looks like I’m going to have to move things along.

     I take off my shirt and throw it off to the side.   She checks out my chest and then she takes of hers.   She’s got on a beige bra with big smooth cups.   I reach for her fly and start undoing it so she reaches for mine.   We finish about the same time and she flips down the waistband of my underpants and starts jerking my dick.   I grab the waistband of her pants and panties and she stops jerking me off so I can take the bottom half of her clothes off.

     I stand up on her bed and take off my pants and underpants and she turns over and reaches over to the nightstand table and opens a drawer and takes out a condom and puts it on the bed.   I kick my pants off the bed and since I’m standing on the bed she gets on her knees and starts sucking my dick.   She’s good at it and obviously enjoys her work.   I don’t want her to get me off with her mouth so I push her away from me and get down on my knees in front of her.   I push her back and she lands on her back with a flumph.

     I get up on her and we start making out.   She breaks off for a second and whips off her bra.   Her tits are big and beautiful except for the nipples which look like raisins shaped like Hershey’s kisses.   I dive right for the nipples and suck on each in turn while humping the outside of her pussy.

     I break off and tear open the condom and smooth it down the length of my rod.   She takes the couple seconds it takes me to blow out a couple candles.

     She lays on her back and I get on top of her.   I hold myself up with my left arm and hold the shaft of my cock with my right hand and use the head of my cock to slide open her pussy lips.

     I find the opening of her vaginal canal.   I can feel it with the tip of my cock and I push it in.

     There’s nothing like that first time.

     I go in balls-deep and she bites her lip and sucks in air through her teeth.

     I put my arms under her hamstrings and lift her legs up and I just start fucking her.

     She starts talking shit like, “Oh yeah!”, “Fuck!”, “Fucking do it!”

     I just fuck and fuck and fuck for an hour or so just pounding away missionary style until I feel an orgasm coming on and I say, “Here it comes!”

     She says, “Do it!” and I cum and groan
in a rhythm with my orgasmic pulsing and she says, “Yeah!   Yeah!   Yeah!   Yeah!”.   I clench the muscles of my cock one more time then I pull out and lay on the right.   She gets up and almost falls over.   Her legs are all weak and shaky and she giggles.     She blows out the rest of the candles and comes back to the bed and pulls back her side of the covers.

     We climb under the covers and she turns over onto her right side and I spoon her and we fall asleep.

     The next morning we both wake up around the same time.

     She gets up and uses the bathroom.

     She comes back into bed and gives me a coy look and starts playing with my penis until she gets it half hard then she starts jerking me off.   When she gets it all the way hard she grins at me and walks on her knees to the bottom of the bed.   I follow her lead and get on my back in the center.   She straddles my ankles and leans over and starts blowing me.   She’s looking me dead in the eyes while she does it and that’s wicked hot.   She hums every now and then and she’s really enjoying teasing and pleasing me with her mouth.   I’m not worried about blowing my load because I’m desensitized because of the sex the night before.   The pressure is off.

     She keeps it up for a half an hour or so and when I don’t make like I’m going to come in her mouth she climbs up on top of me and sits on my dick.   No condom this time.

     She moves her hips back and forth rocking my dick inside her.   After a few minutes she puts the first few fingers of her right hand into her mouth and reaches down and starts rubbing her clit in circles matching the rhythm of her back and forth movement and I can feel her butt clenching on my thighs.

     She rubs and rocks faster and closes her eyes and arches her head back and says, “Oh!   Oh!   Oh!” and her ass clenches and her thighs clench and I can feel the inside of her cunt squeezing me while she cums.
   I have to clench my eyes and concentrate not to blow my load up inside her.

     The squeezing gradually slows and softens and she swings her left leg over me, popping me out of
her and I follow her lead and get up on my left elbow, then onto my knees and she crawls up to the head of the bed and I get behind her.

      Her face is down in the pillows and
her back end is perched up on her knees.   I put my hands under her ass and position her at the right height so I can get a clear shot at her.

     I wiggle forth on my knees a little and grab my cock with my right hand and line it up with her wet crack.

     I lurch my hips forward and ram myself into her and she makes an “Uh!” sound.

     I fuck her hard and fast.   Her ass is big and soft and it jiggles just a little each time my hips smack against it.   The rhythm is fluid like when you used to rock back and forth in the bathtub when you were a kid to make waves.

     Her asshole is like a pink balloon knot and I can see it every time I look down.

     I lift my right hand up and put my whole thumb in my mouth.

     Wet with spit, I lower my arm and put the flat of my thumb on her asshole.

     I bend my thumb
at the joint and ease the tip of my thumb into her asshole and rest my four splayed fingers of my right hand on the base of her spine.

    
Whenever her pussy squeezes my cock her asshole clenches the tip of my thumb.

     I change the pace so that I’m fucking her slower but harder.

     When I can’t hold off any more I pull out.   When I pull out she stops moving expectantly.

     I groan and cum all over her back, my semen spurting across her, glistening and opalescent.

     When the last spurts have dwindled I reach over and grab her tank top off of the floor and wipe off her back.   It’s still a little wet, but there’s only so much I can do.

     We went on a couple other dates.

     The dates had a lot more talking going on in them and we really didn’t have a lot in common

     We had plans and I called her the day before and she didn’t answer so I left her a message.

     I called her the day of and she didn’t answer.   I didn’t bother leaving a message.

     I guess we were through.

     The problem that I had with MySpace is that I had difficulty running more than one woman at a time.

     In college it was easy because they were all in one place.

     As difficult as it was to stay on top of the scheduling in college it was even more difficult running dames across a whole state.

     Rarely could I set up more than one chick in a day.   More often I’d make plans with someone on my day off and we’d spend the day together and maybe I’d stay over their place or they’d stay over mine, then we’d go back to our separate lives at work and home.

     I wasn’t ever interested in setting up house with any of them.

     Some of the girls I dated would hint at it, but I always managed to redirect the conversation.

     I guess that’s the next logical step in a relationship, but after the one that I loved
, the one that broke my fucking heart, I really couldn’t see myself spending my life with any of the others.

     After that one was done with me, I went back to the MySpace and started up another one.

     I found a cute little Eastern European girl I hooked up with a little in college.

     In college she was one of the many that showed interest when I got my flirt on.

     The in with her was music, and we made plans for me to go over to her dorm room with some CDs for her to check out.

     I picked some discs out.   I put some thought into it because I knew that the success of the night would depend on the selections.   I grabbed the self-titled Mary Lou Lord CD off Kill Rock Stars, and the first Elliott Smith CD, and John Coltrane’s ‘Giant Steps’, and Tom Waits ‘Early years’ Volume One and Two.   I figured that would do.

     I used the call box at the front door to call up to her suite.   She answered and came down to get me.   She was smiley and in a good mood but that’s just her disposition.

     Her dorm room was simple.   Nothing really on the walls.

     She checked out the discs, but since she hadn’t heard any of them she didn’t have anything to say.

     Backrubs were my big ice-breaker back then.

     She had the first hundred disc changer I had ever seen and she loaded all of the discs I brought over into the changer.

     Somehow I worked the conversation around to massage and backrubs and I sat behind her on the bed.

     The secret was that it wasn’t about the backrub.   It was about the neck play.

     I’d slide my fingers up the back and sides of her neck and then claw back down.

     It always worked.

     Then when you were doing the shoulders, I’d work in wider and wider circles, tracing the boundaries of their bra further and further and when they leaned forward so I could get their lower back I would slide my fingers across the sliver of flesh exposed and get my fingertips under the bottom seam of their shirt.   Slide the fingers forward over their sides across their ribcage and up to the tits and either they cut me off or we started making out.

     This one was different.

     Usually when I slid into second base the girls would turn around and face me.

     This one just craned her neck around and started kissing me.

     So there I was squeezing her big fluffy Eastern European tits and pinching her nipples through the soft smooth fabric of the cups of her bra.

     After a bit of that I slid my hands back and got my fingers around the strap on either side of her bra hooks.

     She said, “Uh…”

     I said, “What?”

     She leaned forward and pulled her shirt down and said, “I barely know you.”

     I said, “And?”

     She looked at me incredulously.

     I said, “Maybe you’re right.  
Maybe I’d better go.”.

     She got up and went to the CD changer and started pulling out my CDs and putting them back in their cases.

     I sighed and reached into my pants and adjusted my dick.

    
I wanted her to see my fucking dickprint.   See what she was missing out on.

     She had my CDs in a stack and she stepped over and held them out to me.

     I took them and grabbed my jacket.

     She walked me out and at the door I said, “I had a nice time tonight.   We should do this again sometime.”   She smiled and I leaned in and kissed her.

     It was closed.   Like shaking hands.

     When I got back to my dorm, my friend Kyle was there and he asked me how my night was.   I told him who I was with and what happened and he started chuckling.

     I asked what was so fucking funny.

     He said that she did the same damn thing to him, like, a month ago.

     Guess that was her m. o.

     This time around things were different.

     I drove down to her area.   I found her place pretty easy.   She had a cute little apartment which had a fa
ir amount of open space, but every surface was cluttered with books or records.

     We went to the liquor store and we stocked up.   I’m not much of a drinker, but she knew
what she liked.   We got a pint of Southern Comfort for her, a couple cans of Sparks for us to share and I got a sixer of Green Apple Woodchuck Cider.   I like drinking, but most beer just tastes terrible.   Fuck acquired taste.   I’d bet you could develop a taste for diarrhea if you drank it often enough.