3 comments/ 19958 views/ 2 favorites Impassion By: addictedtonylon The life of a drug rep is a difficult one. I hope this story brings respect to what they do under trying circumstances. Of course, it is fictional I hope you enjoy this story. It was edited by LSEiland, my favorite editor. If you like the story, please comment. If not, tell me why not. Your criticisms help me write future stories. ________________________ They call me a drug rep. I hated being called that name. It is so degrading. I am a victim of scorn and ridicule; a handmaiden of the medical profession. I could go on and on. I had been a Physician Sales Specialist for about 10 years. It was my first job, after majoring in biology and completing a Phar.D. We never refer to ourselves as doctor; we don't want to offend our physicians. The pharmaceutical business has changed tremendously. When I first took employment, a nice set of legs, a tight-fitting business suit, and a little coquettishness kept those brand-name drug sales perky. Most of the physicians I called upon were male and always receptive to a young female reciting the company line about a new product. If their eyes glazed over, I scratched the inside of my knee to awaken them with the enticing whoosh, whoosh of my lacquered acrylic nails on the nylon hosiery. Pointing out clinical data with an index finger adorned with bright red nail polish, crossing my legs and dangling my high-heeled pump from my stocking clad toe, or slightly arising from my seat to readjust my skirt maintained the attention of the most recalcitrant sales target. The commissions were excellent. The company gave me a car and clothing allowance, so life was good. Then, the game changed. Congress is now preoccupied with giving out ink pens with advertisements, much less taking a physician to dinner. Most physicians are now employed by large organizations and the last thing these organizations want is to have a salesperson encouraging their physicians to write brand-name drugs. New physicians are predominately female, unresponsive to my time-tested tricks. I still had a few private male physicians that I called on regularly, but their ranks were dwindling with Obama care straight ahead. I was only 35, and not really management material, so my future was insecure at best. One day, it appeared that this might all change. I received a notice from the company inviting me to a national meeting for select professional representatives and they were going to introduce a new product. They hinted it would be a multi-billion dollar winner. The meeting was to take place in Las Vegas in December at a hotel on the strip, no less. I was unattached and ready to go and have a good time. The meeting began on a Monday, and about 200 of us gathered. It appeared that only sales representatives under 40 were invited. There were some very attractive men among us, ideal for a single 30-something like me. Male counterparts were a real change, as the pharmaceutical companies knew previously that most physicians were men, and would recruit young women exclusively for their sales representatives. Seeing all those young attractive men meant something new was definitely in the works. In front of us, after some dull introductions, was Julia Reed, Director of Marketing. She was wearing a fitted black pants suit that was flattering to her figure, I must say. "We have selected the group of you to represent our new product, and will be breaking new ground in the marketing of our medication to the physician population. Too long have our sales representatives been treated as second class citizens in the medical profession. This product will create a demand unforeseen by any other in the company's history." She then continued as she pointed to the screen with a red laser pointer, "This is to introduce you to Impassion." The word filled the entire screen, with fanfare in the background from the speakers. Julia continued, "Our scientists have discovered a compound that counteracts any reluctance to reveal your deepest sexual fantasies to your partner. Impassion works directly in the brain sex nucleus, protecting it from circulating inhibitors, resulting in a more honest, enticing, open interaction where the deepest, most explicit sexual fantasies are revealed without self-consciousness or embarrassment." She was followed by one of the scientists who develop the product, and went through a long slide show regarding the brain, the location of the sex nucleus in the brain, and described the half-life and other pharmacokinetics of the drug. There was a long presentation regarding the pivotal clinical trial, the approval by the advisory committee and the FDA. I would need to memorize this data and discuss it with the physicians. Julia then came back on the stage. All of us were excited, and she had trouble quieting the audience. Once she had our attention, she said, "This is the next generation of sexual enhancement medications, the likes of which the world has never seen. This drug is ideal for both women and men, as shown in our clinical trials. To market this drug, we want to maintain an aura of exclusivity and therefore, we will depend upon you, our representatives, to select those physicians who you believe will best represent our product to the public. We and the FDA agreed that only a select group of physicians should be allowed to prescribe this agent, so that any side effects will be rapidly reported and analyzed in post-marketing surveys." "Now, you will be given a quota of physicians to allow prescribing privileges. For each physician, you will need to explain how the product works, restrictions, and warnings. They will need to take a brief course in appropriate patient selection and reporting requirements. You may want to use this product to reward your physicians who have treated you respectfully, and withhold it from those physician or administrators who have excluded you from your professional marketing activities in the past. Most Physician Sales Specialists will have only 4 or 5 physicians prescribing medication in their region." Julia spoke emphatically, "Lastly, there will be very few samples to be given, but we do know you need a few for each of your trainees to fully experience this drug before prescribing." I knew exactly who I would select as my first physician. Dr. Frederick, about 45 years old, has always welcomed me to his office whenever I had a product to detail. His assistants were always kind and he would always give me a box of chocolates for Valentine's Day. As soon as I returned home, I made an appointment to see him. "Leah, the doctor is ready to see you," his receptionist said. I walked into his spacious office. I heard that his wife had left him several years ago and that he devotes himself to his work. He is quite handsome, very fit, his hair styled, and face tanned and rugged. I shook his hand as I entered the room. I was dressed in a knit dress, clinging to my figure, professional beige nylons, accessorized with a pair of maroon patent leather heels to accentuate my presence. "Doctor, I have a new product that I think you'll find very useful in building your practice, as you never had expected before." His interest was obvious as I pulled the brochures from my briefcase. I nervously initiated my first presentation, "Dr. Frederick, the product is Impassion. It is the next generation of products for the enhancement of the sexual experience. As opposed to Viagra and similar drugs that have a sole purpose of maintaining an erection, this product is effective for both males and females. It works by counteracting a chemical in the brain, removing any inhibition to suggesting and acting out sexual fantasy. The onset is approximately 15 minutes after taking the tablet and lasts between 2-3 hours." I pulled out the brochure with the results of the trials, pointing to the important data with my matching maroon nail polish as I highlighted the data. "In the pivotal trials, the frequency of sexual intercourse increased 125%, fellatio increased 45%, and cunnilingus increased 65%. These were the primary endpoints of the trial, but quality of life surveys showed a significant increase in sexual satisfaction in both males and females. Wouldn't you agree these are impressive numbers?" I maintained my professional tone and appearance, despite the nature of the discussion. " Leah, has the FDA approved this product?" The doctor asked me, clearly skeptical that they would permit such a product to be released at all. "Certainly, doctor, and we are only going to authorize a limited number of physicians to prescribe this product. It will not be available to every physician." Dr. Fredrick followed, "If this is as good as the data you showed me, it certainly could make my practice revenues increase tremendously, especially if you allow me to be an exclusive physician in the area." "Absolutely, you have always been receptive to my presentations in the past and prescribed my products. I wanted to make sure you had the opportunity to prescribe this product. I will give you the website address. You have to do a little continuing medical education, complete a test, and then you'll be authorized to prescribe the product. We are limiting the number of samples, but will allow the physicians we authorize, to have three tablets." I could see he was not wearing a wedding ring, nor were there any family pictures on his desk. I added, "Once I get a notification that you are authorized, tablets will be sent to you by FedEx. I will plan a follow-up visit to see if you have any questions." "Thanks Leah, I'm so pleased you thought of me for this product. I'm sure it will be a success." I received notification in about a week that he had completed all the necessary paperwork and received his tablets. I made an appointment to see him in his office, as I had promised. This time, the appointment was scheduled at the end of the day. I dressed in a dark blue business suit that did not require a blouse, just a brightly colored purple Victoria Secret bra under the suit jacket. I always wear nylons, but this time wore some that were slightly darker, with my heels slightly higher. Dr. Frederick came out to the waiting room, shook my hand warmly, and brought me back to his office. "Leah, I'm so glad to see you again. I received my pills the other day. In fact, I took one about five minutes ago, assuming that was the purpose of this meeting." With that, he gave me a broad smile. We were conversing about the new product. Once again, I showed him the product information. As matter-of-fact as can be done, he said to me, "Leah, I love the color of your nylons on your beautiful legs. Would you mind sitting on my face?" There was neither hesitation nor embarrassment on his part. I had always had an attraction to him, and thought this would not be unduly improper but now part of the job. He positioned himself on the floor, back to a loveseat along one wall of his spacious office. "Do you want my nylons on or off?" I asked. "Nylons on, definitely," he answered emphatically. Definite nylon fetish, I thought to myself. He wedged his head between two seat cushions. I could sit on his face without obstructing his breathing and allow him to maintain an intimacy with my privates, still covered with the smooth nylon. I wore a pair of sheer-to-waist-pantyhose, with only a thin strip of reinforcement on the panty. Positioning myself over his head, I lowered myself, and sat gently. I heard a low moan followed by deep breaths, as if he was inhaling an intoxicant but also assuring me his airway was unobstructed. The tip of his nose indented the nylon covering my pussy, and there was an occasional exploratory probe of the tip of his tongue against the taut nylon. "Is this ok, doctor?" I asked. His voice was muffled, as if he had a tight fitting scarf over his face. I could understand him say, "Delightful." Next, he pulled out his penis and masturbated, slowly making his cock rigid. After a few minutes, I decided to entice him, "Would you like a foot job? My feet are extra smooth in these stockings." I could feel him nod his head by the rubbing of his nose on the nylon as he was no longer speaking. Without sitting too hard on his face, I took both my feet and start rubbing them along his rigid shaft. His breathing intensified. He was clearly stimulated by the feeling of the nylon on his dick and after 10 minutes of gentle masturbation, he ejaculated, spreading his cum on his tie. His cock went limp, and I climbed off his sofa. He sat upright and said, "I think you have a winner." He showed no regrets whatsoever of what had just occurred. He showed me out of the office, staff still present, never bothering to clean the dripping cum from his tie as if delirious at what just occurred. A few days later, I received a phone call from Dr. Watson, a female neurologist who has a large practice in the area. "Is this Leah Fontaine, with Excite Pharmaceuticals?" she inquired. "Yes, this is Leah. What can I do to help you?" I answered. She continued, "I heard about a new product and was hoping we could meet to discuss how I might use it in my practice." I knew I should introduce it to female physicians as well, and was aware of her stellar reputation as a clinician. "Certainly, Dr. Watson, I can meet you in your office at your convenience. How about Wednesday?" She told me what time she would be available. I met with her and gave her the same presentation as Dr. Frederick. She was stunningly beautiful, and on her desk was a picture of her equally handsome husband, as well as another showing them in a loving embrace. At the end of the meeting, I told her that I had to meet with her again to confirm her as a participating physician. She would receive the sample tablets in the mail by FedEx, but samples were extremely limited. "Leah, why don't we meet in about a week? I will be staying downtown for a conference. We can meet in my hotel room." Dr. Watson texted me about a week later, giving me her room number in the hotel. She suggested we meet after the meeting, around 9:30 p.m. I met her as promised. She told me about the conference and she was very pleased with her clinical research presentation. She arranged for a platter of desserts and wine to be brought up to the room, which we enjoyed together. "Leah, I read all the material and took the test as you required." She seemed genuinely excited about the product, although I couldn't fathom why a neurologist would want to prescribe this product. "I am going to take one of the pills you have provided." With that, she swallowed the pill with a little wine. She asked me about sales and the unique way we distributed the product to selected physicians. As I was still standing, leaning over her as she sat at the desk, she began unbuttoning my blouse. I had on a blue demi-cup bra. She folded under the upper half, uncovering my nipples. This adjustment enhanced my breasts in shape and size, baring them to her. My already engorged nipples stood straight out, very inviting. Looking directly at my breasts, I heard her whisper, "Fantastic." Without permission, she was licking and nuzzling my breasts with her eyes closed as if she did not want to look at me, perchance I would tell her to stop. I had never had a lesbian encounter, but found her exceedingly attractive and seductive. Her licking of my breasts was extremely sensual. She released my nipple from her mouth. Looking up at me, she took her forefinger and traced a line from my breasts to the top of my skirt. Her finger ran around the waist. I gave her a slight nod of consent and she unbuttoned the waist and lowered the zipper, letting the skirt fall to the floor. She removed my panties, leaving me only in my high heels and the adapted demi-bra with my bare breasts protruding. She looked at my pussy, free of any pubic hair which was a result of a request from a prior lover of mine. "Wow," she exclaimed. She lifted one of my legs, positioning my shoe on the corner of the chair. This position left me teetering on one heel, my cunt lips spread and my clitoris was fully exposed. Sitting in front of me, her face met my pelvis. The room filled with the aroma of the perfume I had applied just an hour ago, vaporized by the heat of my pussy. She then nibbled each of my cunt lips, tugging slightly with her teeth before releasing it. She gave the same pleasurable attention to the other. Once satisfied, Dr. Watson started to lick my clitoris with a delicate, deliberate, and dreamy circular motion. This technique was totally unfamiliar to me and opposite the rougher approach of my male lovers. The pressure was just enough to maintain my excitement. After exploring my pussy to her satisfaction, she sat back in the chair, reached her first two fingers into her panties and started masturbating ferociously. Her vigorous, rapid strokes were more reminiscent of an internet porn clip than simple self-satisfaction. I reasoned that she was afraid the effects of the medication would diminish, returning to her straight, monogamous life without consummating our lesbian encounter. She had a screaming orgasm within 2-3 minutes, followed by a limp exhaustion. She stood up and gave me a long lingering kiss. "Thank you, Leah," was all she said. "You'll be able to prescribe the medication starting next week," I told her as I got dressed and left the room, remaining professional in spite of our intimacies. Upon leaving, I closed the door, leaned back against the wall, put my hand in my panties, and masturbated to a quick orgasm, oblivious to any hallway security cameras, before leaving in the elevator. The product was besting sales projections widely within the first four months of introduction. I had selected my group of physicians and heard they were all doing very well. Dr. Frederick had hired three young physician assistants to help him handle the newfound patient load. He now drove a new BMW convertible, waving to me whenever we crossed paths. Dr. Watson had changed her neurology practice to a female only practice. The word was out that she was sensitive to lesbian requests for Impassion. She had separated from her husband and became a spokesperson for the lesbian community. I received a call I had always expected would come. Dr. Arnold was the supervisor of a large academic medical clinic with over 800 physicians. Many years ago, when it was permitted, Dr. Arnold allowed me to bring lunch for his physician colleagues, but severely restricted any marketing efforts. I felt more like a personal assistant seductively servicing the members of the gentleman's club, rather than a professional drug representative. He would greet me with leering glances and would always remain after the meeting, watching me clean up afterwards, requiring me to bend over to pick up any remaining napkins. He had blatantly dropped silverware and food to make sure I bent over to his satisfaction. More recently, he had forbidden any contact at all with his medical staff, as if brand-name drugs had no role in medical care. I made an appointment, thinking to myself, this meeting should be a lot of fun. I wore a new tight-fitting grey business suit that had a sheeny finish, looking like supple leather, the jacket buttoning in front. I completed my outfit with suntan nylons and a pair of matching knee-length grey boots. Very sexy, I said to myself as I looked in the mirror. I generously applied eyeliner and mascara. I wore my raincoat, so as not to arouse suspicion, and went to his office, sitting outside until the appointed time. "Leah, how good to see you again after all these years. How have you been? You look great," he said as he greeted me at the door, shaking my hand and putting his other hand to my back with uncharacteristic enthusiasm. Impassion Oh, what a change I detected in this man. "Dr. Arnold, it is a pleasure to see you again, but I wasn't sure why you wanted me to come," I said as if I were a wayward innocent apprentice in the big medical center. "Have a seat, Leah. Let me tell you why I asked you to make an appointment," he said. I sat down on the sofa and he at his large polished desk facing me. "I hear you have a new product. Our practitioners are anticipating prescribing it for their patients." I could tell our marketing plan had worked, and the product was pulling business away from the clinic, leaving Dr. Arnold in poorly disguised desperation. "I called the company and they told me I had to work through you, as there were only a limited number of practitioners allowed to use the medication. I'm sure we can come to some agreement for our academic practice," he said with his usual aplomb. "Gosh, Dr. Arnold, I'm afraid I don't have the ability to bring on additional practitioners for my drug," I said to him, my voice dripping with a feigned apology. "I could only include you if one of the practitioners decided not to prescribe it further," I said, knowing full well that all my practitioners were ecstatic over the drug as their practices exploded in demand. I could see his eyes wandering to my legs and boots as we talked. If I had taken Impassion right now, I would have ordered him to strip and be nude on all fours in front of me; his cock caged and locked in a stainless steel restraint to avoid an errant erection. I would command him to lick my boots to a gleaming shine, while I read one of the magazines adjacent to the desk, intermittently glancing over the top to inspect his menial work. As I mentally imagined him, tongue to boot, he said, "Leah isn't there anything I can do to convince you otherwise?" His effeteness was becoming apparent as his words took on the tone of a plead more than request. "I'm afraid not, Dr. Arnold," I said, with a satisfied grin. I picked up my raincoat and walked confidently out of the office, winking at his secretaries to signify that their boss had done battle and lost. I was doing very well. Commissions were great and Dr. Fredrick and Dr. Watson were only the first male and female physicians clamoring for the product. There had been no reports of serious side effects, although the FDA was considering making it a schedule IV control drug so as to avoid inappropriate use by minors. No problem, I thought. A week later, I had my internet feed open, so I was instantly alerted to any new information about the drug. I received a message, and looked at my screen: Arrests for Public Lewdness up 250% My stomach churned upon reading this. This was an unanticipated consequence. I knew this headline would arouse criticism from conservative politicians very quickly. I read the details of the article and it appeared airplane passengers, movie theater attendees, and restaurant diners were all carrying out there lifelong fantasies, indiscreetly, to the point where they were being arrested for public lewdness. The article described how the police were being overwhelmed with complaints from the public about viewing sex acts in public. On CNBC, our CEO was being interviewed, trying to quell the speculation that this was a serious setback, as our stock price, and the options I was granted, fell steeply. Within about six hours, I received another alert: FDA to suspend sales of Impassion It appeared that they were not going to make it a controlled substance, but withdraw it altogether as a public nuisance. Several days later, I received a text about a mandatory meeting, no doubt regarding news of the drug being suspended. Instead of Las Vegas, this meeting was in Milwaukee, indicating the company was in financial difficulty. I took my flight, and Julia, the Marketing VP, went over the steps the company was going to take to make the drug again available. I knew that would not happen. Politicians were on the news non-stop, condemning the FDA for the approval of such a medication. After the meeting, I went to the hotel bar and ordered a scotch, considering the number of people whose sex life had been permanently improved versus the small numbers who ruined it for everyone else by their indiscriminate behavior. News of the announcement was broadcasting throughout the bar and further depressing me. One of my coworkers came to the table and asked if he could sit down. "I'm, Chad. Can I sit down with you to commiserate?" He had attended the meeting. I had not met him before, but welcomed him to join me. We discussed the success we had, and the likelihood that, at best, our commissions would drop sharply. At worst, we would be fired. We had another drink. "I have one pill left, how about you?" Chad inquired. I looked in my purse and saw a tiny foil packet with the pill enclosed. I pulled it out and showed it to him, "Looks like we're in luck." "We shouldn't let these go to waste, are you game?" replied Chad. With that, we both ceremoniously ingested the last of the pills, our final toast of the night. He took my hand and led me to his room on the top floor of the hotel. I stopped by my room on the way up, and picked up my night bag, intending to spend the night with my casual lover. As he opened his door, my fantasies abounded. I'm sure he was having the same effect. "Me first," he said, as we started to passionately kiss. He slowly undressed me, and then undressed himself. We held hands as we entered the bath. There was a large glass enclosed shower within an elaborate system of sprays. He turned on the water and we both entered. He gently rubbed slippery strawberry-scented soap over my entire body. We continued to caress each other under the streams of water that were hitting us from all directions. There were several nozzles streaming warm water horizontally from the wall, likening the shower to an elaborate public fountain. He turned me facing one of them. While we continued our embrace, he lifted one of my legs so the spray was directed at my unprotected clitoris. The feeling was magnificent, unlike any stimulation I had felt before. The warm water pulsated at its target then ran down my supporting leg. I could feel his hardness lying in the crack of my buttocks. He could sense that I was starting to gyrate and in response, he turned me around and bent me over slightly. The water stream was then directed at my anal sphincter, giving a sensation of being probed by a thousand tiny fingers, as he gently soaped between my buttocks. He drew circles around my puckered hole with the slippery mixture, finally resting his finger in the dimple. After the shower, we toweled each other, and I said to him, "Go lie down. I'll be there in a moment." I took my time, dried my hair and restyled it as best I could. I reapplied the heavy lipstick, mascara and eyeliner that had been washed away with the shower. I had brought with me a black micromesh corselet with a pair of sheer seamed stockings fastened with six garters. I dressed before I entered the room. As I looked in the mirror, I thought to myself what a perfect French belle de nuit, arousing a long desired fantasy of mine which had stimulated many past masturbatory sessions. I entered the room, posed provocatively, "Je suis Lisette." "Monsieur, Je suis ici pour votre plaisir (I am here for your pleasure)," I said in my thickest French accent. "Faites-vous aiment ce que vous voyez? (Do you like what you see)" I turned around and asked, "Are zee seams straight, Monsieur?" as I changed to French-accented English. I went to the side of the bed and looked at his cock. "Votre coq, est il ----- hard?" pausing between words as if trying to find the appropriate English word. "You look beautiful," he commented, anticipating my fantasy revealed by the Impassion tablet. "I want you." He pulled back the blanket, expecting me to join him in the bed. "No, no, monsieur," I said, waving my index finger. I had other intentions for this hardened body. His head was slightly elevated from his pillow being folded over. I straddled his face and prepared for simultaneous fellatio. His cock was not circumcised, something I had not experienced previously. I was anxious to try new variations of my mouth and tongue on this rigid shaft. I knew he could feel the slick nylon rubbing his cheeks, as he turned to kiss the narrow band of bare thigh at the top of the stocking welt. He directed his attention to my clitoris, initiating cunnilingus with the flat of his tongue, deliberate and slow. I followed by putting his cock and foreskin in my mouth, first gently massaging and nibbling at the foreskin, then intermittently withdrawing the overlying cover as I start a determined pumping of his cock with my mouth. I wanted to prolong this encounter as long as possible, so periodically, I would arise to a vertical position to allow him to explore the nether region that he had so diligently cleansed during the shower. We culminated in a simultaneous orgasm, unlike any I had experienced before. I turned to him and uttered, "Ooh la la, monsieur, tres magnifique." Afterwards, we sat on the bed, me in my corselet and stockings, he wearing only his t-shirt with his cock exposed. Chad shook his head, "This product could have changed intimacy as we know it, unlocking all those hidden fantasies that are so important to a rich and meaningful relationship." "There are always a few that ruin it for everyone else. I have known that since childhood," I commented. With that in mind, we cuddled in the bed and fell asleep in each other's arms. My flight the next morning was 6 a.m. He was still asleep. I dressed and took a taxi to the airport to return home. Chad continued to text me the next few days, but we both knew the night we had experienced could never be repeated. My employment was terminated four weeks later. I still had a text feed to receive news articles about Impassion and a few days later, there was a local news item. Local medical clinic to start Institute of Sexual Health I read the article with interest. Dr. Ralph Arnold, director of physician services at the University medical practices, stated today that an Institute of Sexual Health would open in the near future. Dr. Arnold commented, "While we never thought Impassion was the correct approach to enhancing sexual desires, and are not surprised that it has been withdrawn. We now recognize that there is a patient interest to address sexual health as part of a wellness program. We want to reinforce these issues, and we expect there will be many new products enhancing the sexual experience available in the future." The article went on to quote Dr. Arnold further, "we have already been approached by a number of companies who want us to participate in clinical trials of new products that will soon come to market if successful. We want to make these new products available for patients who wish to participate in clinical trials. The Institute will be the source of ongoing clinical research and patient care." He added, "We hope to name a director of this Institute in the next few days." The next day, I received a phone call. "Hello, is this Dr. Fontaine?" I replied, not sure who was addressing me as Dr. Fontaine, "Yes, what can I do for you?" " Dr Fontaine, (she said it again, I can't believe it) This is Gloria, Dr. Arnold's secretary. He would like to set up a meeting with you to discuss an employment opportunity at University medical practices. Can you meet him for dinner at 6:30 p.m. tomorrow night to hear the details?" I thought briefly of how he had degraded me in the past. But, I also recalled how exhilarated I felt after the night of fantasy with Chad, and my encounters with Dr. Fredrick and Dr. Watson. I replied to Gloria, "Yes, I can make it." Impassioned As I looked down upon her, with deep brown eyes whose look of fear seemed better suited on a cowering school-girl than framed by her angelic face, long curly locks, and goddess's body, I was able to whisper quite honestly that I knew how she felt. Years before, I had been the one looking up at my soon-to-be first lover, shaking in a mix of anticipation and fear... I've never been one to date much. My rather inconsistent sense of self-confidence is of course the least attractive possible quality in a man raised in a world built and rooted on charisma. Some how my blazing red hair, freckles, and boyish grin had managed to spite even my best efforts of isolation, as I found myself in a torrid and emotional relationship with Danielle late in high school. As I entered my senior year, she had graduated, and looked forward to finally going off to college. I, being the notably less passionate, rational-to-a-fault part of the relationship, was sure that we could endure a simple year being apart, and would soon join her at the university. Dani, however, in spite of her own charisma, felt that she was abandoning both me and the relationship to follow her dream, and sought to secure it in any way she could before leaving. Dani was also the closest I've ever met to a real life nymphomaniac, in spite of her religious upbringing, so it's no wonder what occurred to her next. She had slept with a previous boyfriend, and though she enjoyed it (like I said, nymph), felt that her virginity had been taken from her, rather than given away, and vowed never to do the same to anyone. Being raised in white middle-class suburbia, I was more than conservative enough at 18 to in fact still be one of those virgins, for the moment at least. A week into my senior year, and a week before she left for college, Dani surprised me, showing up with a "lunch" of sorts at my favorite spot to waste away the hour break before my final class of the day. I say "lunch of sorts" because it wasn't at all what you'd expect: chocolate dipped strawberries, grapes, chocolate cake, even sparkling grape juice (the closest we could get to champagne under 21). Each bite she insisted on feeding to me slowly, seductively, damn near making me beg for every morsel! Little did I understand at the time just how ingenious of a natural psychologist she was, and how she had spent that entire hour classically conditioning me for the next. She hooked my best friend's arm as he passed: "Billy, you'd skip class with me if you knew you would get laid for it, right?" Billy's eyes went wide, then narrowed knowingly as he looked in my direction. "I swear, I love you like a brother, but I'm going to kick your ass if you don't follow Dani out of this school this minute!" Billy always had a particularly red-neck way of motivating me into action. I'd never skipped a class before, I was a good kid, and couldn't imagine how my parents would react if they were to receive a phone call from one of the principals, leading me to resist (barely) her insistent pleadings to go "spend some time with her" at her (empty) house. However, being an 18 year old male, my response to the mere suggestion of getting laid was predictable, and Billy's encouragement was nothing more than the final nail in the already-well-sealed coffin. I was religious, and had been resistant in the past, sure, but hormones don't tend to take either of those into consideration! Five minutes later, the tires of my Jeep were squealing around turns in a vain attempt to keep her Firebird in sight as we closed the last few blocks to her house. She had arrived a good 15 seconds before me, making me curious as to why she hadn't made it to the front door by the time I'd parked. My question was soon answered as she stepped out of her car, one buckle of her overalls undone, and her bra hanging seductively from her left hand. She giggled as a gaped. Inside, my expectations of what was about to happen, fueled by a full hour of various forms of teasing and public seduction, took over both of my heads, and we kissed as passionately as newly-weds leaving the chapel. She being a mere 5'3", I had to lean down from my full 6' to scoop her up into my arms. Not yet satisfied, and continually impassioned by her frequent little seductions, grasps, nibbles, and caresses, I slung her over my shoulder in my very best Tarzan impression, and carried her upstairs. Being about 200 lbs, broad in the shoulder, and in decent shape from martial arts, it wasn't difficult to carry her 120 lbs, which would have seemed chunky on a normal girl of her height. She, on the other hand, could best be described as "luscious," I think, femininely curved to a near-cartoonish degree, carrying full 36D breasts. Though I had gathered her up rather roughly, and bound up the stairs like a mad-man, my nerves began to make themselves known as we entered her bedroom, and my knees about gave way as I laid her gently atop her comforter. My knees still go slightly weak at the mental image of her lying there, short brown hair framing a face which defines the epitome of "cute," and flawless creamy skin, slightly tanned from the recent summer. A moment before, I could imagine a hundred ways to ravage this Aphrodite; now, I could think of nothing but the 2 pouty lips forming the most sexual expression I've ever seen on a woman. Needless to say, I kissed them. Perhaps she could sense the new-found hesitancy creeping from the pit of my stomach and into my chest, or perhaps she had expected it all along, but just as I began to have familiar second-thoughts, she grasped me by the shoulders, and practically flung me on to the bed across and beside her, then rolling to straddle me completely. Whatever fires had been slowly ebbing away before that second were instantly re-ignited by her aggressiveness, though not yet at the cost of my fear. Never before or since have I been so fully conflicted; she was sure, however, of exactly how she intended for that conflict to end, and settled it quickly. Grasping both my wrists, she shoved them frighteningly forcefully beneath the hem of her shirt, and up, until instinct took over, and I was knowingly kneading those heavenly breasts. This was not a first for us; we had stripped naked and enjoyed many orgasms at the hands (or tongue) of the other in the past. With a skill only attained through hours of instruction from an occasionally aggressive girlfriend, I proceeded to tickle, tease, and otherwise pleasure her in every way imaginable short of sex. Still straddling me, she unclasped the remaining strap of her overalls, allowing me to raise her shirt over her head, which forced her to bend slightly over me. Thankfully, the size of her breasts meant that a slight bend was all that was necessary to put them within range of my greedy lips, and soon her eyes were screwed shut in pleasure as her nipples grew hard between my gentle teeth. This time, I believe it was she that was overcome for the first time by the callings of the flesh, as she ripped my own shirt over my head, with no need for me to lean forward. Rising to her knees and un-straddling me, she pushed her overalls down, revealing two distinct, cock-throbbing surprises: one, she hadn't been wearing any panties the entire time, and two, she had fulfilled a life-long dream of mine in shaving her entire pussy bald. I swear it must have been waxed, it was so smooth! Already, she was wet and swollen with desire, leading me to join her instantly! Stripping the pants away from her ankles, she resumed straddling me, only this time sitting on my chest, with an ankle by each ear. Spreading her knees slightly, perhaps a bit self conscious of her overt nudity near the back of her mind, she none-the-less dipped first one, then two tiny fingers between her glistening folds, bringing moisture across every swollen inch between her legs. I pinched myself. A second later, she had risen to her knees, hooking her calves behind my shoulders against the bed, now straddling my face and leaving no doubt as to what she desired! Being one to always return a favor, I gladly obliged her into her first orgasm of the afternoon. As I said, she could become rather aggressive when the mood overtook her, though she was usually quite shy and mild mannered, and during more than one of these impassioned episodes she'd described exactly how a woman deserved to be pleasured by a man's mouth and hands. I began by licking away all of her own moisture, replacing it with my own watering mouth's instead. Knowing their sensitivity, I gently sucked on each side of her pink slit, working my way back and forth, slowly, tantalizingly closer to the most sensitive place of all. Just as I reached her clit, I gave it one teasing flick of the tongue, and instantly went lower, driving my body's strongest muscle deep between her folds, only to find a honey-pot of her fluids waiting to please it. Lest I keep her waiting, I replaced my tongue with a single finger, and resumed flicking at her pleasure-pearl with my tongue. As her walls gave way, I added one more finger, and a moment later, a third, just to make sure she didn't lack in any necessary pressure along her now sopping entrance. Just as I was really getting started, gently curling my finger tips up towards her g-spot, brushing against it for the first time, she drove her hips down on to my wrist and mouth, releasing the last of a long-held breath, gasping for another, and moaning that one out in turn. "Oooohhhh!! Oh oh oh oh! Don't!...Stop!....Now!.... ... ....Ooooooooohhh!!!" At one point, as the overcoming orgasm fully consumed her body, I believe she was unable to either exhale or inhale, completely silent above me, but far from still! Her hips drove themselves down, nearly painfully now, fast and hard, in an immensely satisfying and pleasurable blur! On the tiny twin bed, there was no room to roll off to the side, so she simply laid back, the back of her head now resting on my painfully hard cock, still restricted beneath my boxers and shorts. We were both sweating profusely now, but more than sweat was running between the sensitive places between her legs and down the crack of her ass, dripping on to my chest. This sight, knowing that I had provided that pleasure for her, did little to relieve the strong rush of blood in my own crotch. Lucky for me, Dani wasn't the type to ignore a favor, either. Rolling completely off the bed with a thump and a giggle (orgasm-induced euphoria still slowly sweeping her mind), she popped back into view over the side of the bed with a look of desire I have yet to know myself glaring out of her eyes and boring a hole into my shorts, as if she was absolutely appalled that they were still there, hiding her long-sought prize from her. Neither they nor the boxers lasted long against her deft and greedy fingers, and soon I was wearing no more than she; a situation which she found very enticing! I normally stand a strong, though not overtly impressive 8", but a solid 2.5" in diameter. That day, I believe I may have broken 8.5" x 3"! Just to make sure, she quickly downed the entire thing as far down her throat as she could manage and sucked hard as she came back up. Perhaps realizing for the first time since appearing again from beside the bed that I was there, she looked up at me from there, the head of my cock perched lightly against her lips while she beamed a smile so wide the Cheshire cat would be jealous. The need was still in her eyes, and this wasn't satisfying it; but, she knew exactly what would! At that point, she turned on her very best cheetah impression, crawling atop me, not neglecting my manhood, allowing it to rub down her throat, across her collar bone, between her massive hanging breasts, down her soft belly, and finally resting just above her pussy. All the while, she never took her eyes from mine, still wearing that wicked, seductive, knowing smile...that's perhaps the sexiest thing anyone's ever done for me to this day! Her eyes still glued to mine, straddling my hips once again, she reached behind her with one hand to grasp the base of the longest, hardest hard-on I've ever had, and stopped smiling. Now, she seemed to be asking, no, pleading, to please let her take the next step. Her virginity had been taken from her; she would have simply lain against my chest and kissed me deeply without harboring a single bad feeling towards me had I asked her to stop. Because you are reading this story here, though, you can guess that something entirely different happened. As deliberately as I could, partially afraid to ruin the moment, partially scared out of my mind at what I was about to do, and partially exploding with new-found excitement, I nodded my head, still never leaving her gaze. I panicked for a split second as she lifted herself from me, afraid I'd done something wrong, afraid that she'd sensed my fear and uncertainty, afraid that she would leave me there in torture forever...that faded quickly as a swollen head felt liquid velvet brush across it. She looked as if she were holding back a smile, perhaps on my behalf, perhaps just as afraid as I to ruin the moment; I couldn't help but slowly crack a wide smile myself in anticipation, and partly at the funny look on her face, as well, I suppose. In the moment I lost my virginity, the image of a lightning storm flooded my head first, followed quickly by sheer satin sheets engulfing me. I opened my eyes to realize that the lightning had been the stars on the back of my eyelids as I had closed them incredibly tight; the sheets were instead the inner depths of Dani, caressing me in a soft, yet aggressive way I had never expected. She leaned forward, driving me deep within her, and rubbing her clit against my pubic mound at the same time, once again placing those luscious breasts within my lips' grasp. Whatever image of pleasure had been plastered upon her face before that was magnified a hundred times over, and her thrusts became more insistent and needy. Passion. Pure, unadulterated, concentrated, pleasurable passion. That is what I experienced as I came into a woman for the first time. I had always been laid back, cool, non-committed, slightly pessimistic, purely logical my entire life; at that moment, I was a fiery ball of uncontrollable, unleashed, animalistic, powerful passion, as I drove myself upwards into her, meeting her thrusts two-fold, trying to scream inane, unintelligible things but finding my lungs were unable to comply. All I managed through the entire ordeal was a primitive grunt as I exhaled 18 years worth of pent up sexual energy. I think she understood, as once again, the Cheshire grin overtook her features, and she leaned downed for a final, deep, fervent, sweaty kiss.