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I’m a normal nineteen year old college girl. I lost my virginity when I was about sixteen, to a neighborhood hunk who basically bullied me into having sex with him. I gave in because I didn’t want to be known as the nerdy girl in high school who was not cool. As I got into college, I pretty much stayed to myself, afraid that I might once again get bullied into doing something I would later regret.
Funny thing, even though I gave in because of pressure, I have to admit, it was a very enjoyable experience and I liked the way I felt afterwards.
Guys were constantly hitting on me to go out, but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to get romantically involved with anyone.
Then something happened that changed my perspective on things. I had come home from school one day, tired and cranky. My dad was home, and as I walked into the house, I heard him talking with another guy in the kitchen. I was surprised to see dad home in the middle of the day, so I went into the kitchen to check things out.
He was chatting with another guy, someone I didn’t know or recognize. Almost immediately, dad introduced to me to Eric. Dad said they had worked together several years back and that Eric was in town looking for a job.
Eric was in his late thirties and was fairly good looking. He stood about six foot tall and was very muscular. He greeted me by extending his hand and saying that it was nice to meet me.
“Kim is a college freshman,” Dad told Eric.
“Oh my gosh!” Eric replied. “The last time I saw you, I think you were about five.”
I had no recollection of Eric. I grabbed a Coke from the refrigerator and headed off to my room, not giving Eric or my dad another thought. I settled down on my bed and turned on my computer. A few minutes later and dad tapped on my door.
“I’m heading off to the office,” said dad. “Eric is going to take a nap and I’ll be back in a few hours, so please keep things quiet.”
I promised that I’d keep things down to a low roar. I listened to the car door shut and then listened as dad revered up the engine and left. I returned to chatting with a friend on Facebook. I felt as though a set of eyes had settled upon me as I lie on my bed, on my stomach, keystroking a message back to a college friends about our social-economics class.
I gazed back over my shoulder and saw Eric standing in the doorway.
“I can’t get over how much you have grown up,” Eric said.
I turned onto my side and looked in his direction.
“It happens,” I replied, propping my head up In my open palm.
Eric was a good-looking guy and for some unknown reason, I felt attracted to him, even though I didn’t even know him.
“So do you have a boyfriend?” Eric asked.
“No,” I replied. “I don’t have time for guys right now.”
“Really,” Eric replied. “I bet you have a ton of boyfriends.”
I assured him I was not interested in guys and that school was my primary focus.
Eric paused for a second and replied,
“Are you a lesbian?” he asked, quickly amending his question with a damage defending statement. “Not that it matters. My ex-wife was a lesbian.”
‘So you married a lesbian?” I asked. I found Eric’s disclosure interesting, because while I knew there were bisexual girls, I had never known of anyone married to a bisexual.
“It was complicated,” Eric replied. “We made it work for a while, but then over time, she became more attracted to other women than to me.”
‘Well,” I replied, “It looks like it was her loss.”
There was something about Eric that stood out. I don’t know if it was his piercing steely blue eyes, jet black hair, height, or his very masculine look. His t-shirt was a size too small and showed off his masculine pecs. I could feel that special sensation of lust flowing past the butterflies in my stomach and down to my woman parts.
“Do you think it would be OK,” Eric asked, “if I took a shower before I take a nap?
“Sure,” I replied, jumping up from my bed and stepping over to the door of my bedroom. As I stepped past him, I could sense his eyes looking at my backside. His quick glance in my direction only heightened my sense of awareness.
“Let me put out some towels,” I declared, grabbing two fresh towels from a nearly hallway closet. I set them in the bathroom as Eric stood patiently by in the hallway.
“Thanks,” Eric responded as he stepped into the bathroom and I politely squeezed past him, gently touching his arm in the process.
“If you need anything else,” I said, “Just holler.”
I retreated to my bedroom. I couldn’t wait to tell my college friend about our guest. As I typed away on the keyboard, I could hear the shower running in the distance and down the hallway. I stepped out of my room and peered down the hallway. The door the bathroom was closed but not all the way. Through the open crack, I could see the fogged-up mirror and the reflection of the shower curtain in the mirror. I stood and watched the fogged-enshrouded form of Eric, as he showered. I closed my eyes and wondered what it might be like to experience his body against mine.
As I stood there, transfixed in my own salacious thoughts, Eric turned off the water and parted the curtain. He stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel. I still couldn’t see much since the mirror was fogged over. He stepped closer to the sink and I caught a quick glimpse of his side.
My nipples were rock hard. I gently cupped my breasts and through the thin cotton fabric of my t-shirt ran my thumbs over my nipples.
“Oh my God!” I thought to myself. I am getting turned on. I stepped back into my room, took in a deep breath and then forcefully exhaled. I had to get control of myself and I knew it, but as hard as I tried, I couldn’t deny the lust that had built up inside of me.
I retreated to my bed, where I had learned through the year to deal with my feelings of despair and frustration. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on anything but the naked man down the hallway.
“Hey,” Eric’s voice called out from my doorway. I looked up and he was standing there, shirtless, wrapped in one of the towels. “Do you guys have a blow dryer?”
“Yes,” I quickly replied, almost gasping at the sight of this hunk standing practically half-naked in front of me.
Eric stepped back and I could tell, he was once a again looking at my ass as I stepped past him and into the bathroom. I retrieved the blow dryer from under the sink and plugged it in. I flipped it on to make sure it worked.
Eric stepped into the bathroom and this time, he brushed himself against me as I attempted to step out of the bathroom. He smiled and said, “Thanks.”
Oh my God! I was about to melt at this point. I didn’t want to appear whorish, so I quickly retreated back to my bedroom.
I listened to the humming of the blow dryer. After a few moments, it went silent. I let a few minutes pass and called out,
“Hey Eric, Is everything OK?”
When he didn’t answer, I stepped down the hall and peered into the bathroom. It was empty. I peered into the guest bedroom room. Eric was lying down on the guest bed, the bath towel loosely wrapped around his lower torso. His eyes were closed. I was pretty sure he was asleep. As I stepped away from the door, I heard him call out,
“Don’t run away.”
I froze. Oh my God. I didn’t know whether to run or die. He patted a space on the bed.
“Sit down,” Eric instructed.
I stepped into the guest bedroom.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” I said.
“You’re a good-looking girl,” Eric replied. “You’re old enough to make decisions for yourself.”
I found myself standing at the foot of bed, thinking “What the hell are you doing?”
I couldn’t pull myself away.
“Lay down with me,” Eric pleaded. His voice was strong, but calm and reassuring. There was no threat and the decision was all mine.
“I don’t know if I should,” I meekly replied.
“Let’s just chat,” Eric remarked. “Chatting is okay, isn’t it?”
Oh my gawd! I was being captured by his persona and charmingly good looks. I rounded the corner of the bed and placed a knee on it, while keeping my eyes locked on his.
He patted the bed again with his open palm.
I slipped onto the bed and laid on my side next to him, propping my head up in my hand.
“I know what you want,” I said, laying it all on the table.
“You do?” Eric replied, with a beguiling smile.
“Yes,” I replied. “You want me.”
“I’d be lying,” Eric responded, “to deny that.”
“And I’d be lying,” I replied, “to say the feeling isn’t mutual.”
Eric smiled.
“So what’s the deal?” he asked.
I told Eric about my experiences when I was sixteen and how I lost my virginity. He turned onto his side, the towel loosening. He listened to me like no one has ever listened to me before. After a few minutes of me spilling my guts and telling him of my fears and desperation to overcome how I felt, he placed his hand on my side.
“Look,” Eric replied, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“But I want to,” I replied.
“I’ll tell you what,” Eric replied, “we can take this slowly and you can say 'Stop!' at any point and you won’t hurt my feelings.”
I don’t know what it was, whether it was his easygoing nature or his willingness to be a kind and a gentle spirit, but it certainly worked and he won me over. I reached out and raked my fingers across his bare chest. He turned and lay down on his back.
I gently moved my fingers down his torso and in past the loosening in his bath towel to feel his manhood. He was well endowed. I flipped the towel back and for the first time, I spied a phallus unlike anything I had ever seen. It was huge and thick and the bulbous head was a deep purplish grey in color. To my surprise, he had no pubic hair.
I ran my fore-finger up from the bottom of his shaft and gently lifted his cock upwards, slipping my hand around the thickness of the shaft. I shifted and placed my head on his flat abdomen and studied his manhood. A small dot of clear liquid appeared at the very tip and I swirled my finger to feel it.
“Are you fixing to cum?” I asked.
“No,” Eric replied. “That’s normal. It’s called precum.”
“Would it bother you if I sucked on it?” I asked.
“Not at all,” he responded.
I slipped the tip end of his massive manhood into my open mouth and then circled the end of his massive tool with my tongue, kissing it while I held it in my hand. I slipped him back into my mouth and did my best to go as far down on him as I could. I took in a deep breath and shoved more of him into my mouth. I choked back the gag reflex as his cock filled my mouth and touched the back of my throat. I moved my head up and down, coating his cock with my saliva. I cupped his massive hairless testicles in my other hand, gently massaging them.
His precum had a salty taste. I used my tongue to help spread it around the head of his tool. I pressed my finger on to the foreskin fold and his tool twitched.
“Be careful,” he warned, “You do that too many times and I will cum.”
“We can’t have you cumming too quickly,” I replied.
I looked at him and smiled. I silently rolled on to my back, arched my butt off the bed and stripped out of my gym shorts and my satin panties. I quickly straddled his hips, facing him, placing his huge manhood between my legs. I stripped out of my t-shirt. He immediately placed his massive hands on my aching boobies, massaging them and tweaking my rock-hard nipples. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. A lighting bolt of a hot flash ran through me as he thrust his tongue deep into my mouth. Oh my gawd!
I was all over him. I couldn’t stop kissing him. As I kissed his neck, I realized I could not control myself. I reached between my legs and pushed the head of my cock into my dripping wet vagina. At first, he was a very tight fit, but then suddenly things loosened up and I had no problems welcoming Eric’s massive manhood inside of me. I found myself rhythmically moving my hips in a circular fashion, grinding my pubic bone against his, my hands planted firmly on his massive chest.
I couldn’t contain myself and really didn’t want to. A massive orgasm ricocheted through me. I’m pretty sure that when it did, I let out a very loud moan. I don’t remember.
“Are you on the pill?” Eric asked.
“Yes,” I declared. It was a silly question, because he was already deep inside of me and there was no way I was going to let him off that easily. We were too far gone to turn back. Suddenly, he rolled and I found myself being dominated by him. He drilled his massive cock deep inside of me, gasping for breaths as he pummeled me. I raked my finger nails across his massive shoulders and back and wrapped my legs around him, as another orgasm rocked my body. Oh my gawd, I thought for sure I was going to pass out, but I didn’t.
The suddenly and without any warning, I could feel him filling me with his cum.
“I’m cumming,” he announced.
“I know,” I replied, “I can feel it!”
He pressed his lips to mine and again, thrust his wicked tongue deep into my mouth. We kissed for the longest time. Finally, he slipped out of me and flipped onto his back, spent and exhausted. It felt as though he was still inside of me. I closed my eyes to savor the moment, the feeling.
All of a sudden, I was overcome by fear. I had just had wild passionate sex with a friend of my dad. I bolted naked from the bed and down the hallway, and into my bedroom.
Eric stood in my doorway and peered in at me as I sat cross-legged in the middle of my bed.
“Hey,” he remarked softly, “Don’t worry, it’s OK.”
Somehow, he knew just what to say. I was impressed. I looked up and he had his bath towel wrapped around his waist.
“Why don’t you take a shower?” he asked.
I looked in his direction, trembling and remembering the feelings from when I was sixteen. The guy I had lost my virginity to, had laughed at me and mocked me, saying I was just another good “fuck.” I hated that word and the mere use of it sounded so crude and rude.
Eric, he was different. It seemed like he understood how I felt.
“Come on,” Eric pleaded, “We can shower together and it’ll all be OK.”
Eric’s offer to share a shower with me was a gentle offer of appreciation I will not soon forget. As Eric ran the soap-lathered sponge across my naked body, with the jets of hot water hitting me, I suddenly felt an appreciation for his thoughtfulness. One look into Eric’s steely blue eyes and my entire body tingled. The curve of his smile made me feel good about myself, as if I had finally done something right for once.
It has been years since Eric and I hooked up and to this day, even as a married woman, I don’t regret it. Eric, you gave me a special gift that day and one of these days, I will return that gift. You will see.
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