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My Sexy Housefellow

By: BustingOut



"So, Tom, when will we see you next?" my dad asked just before he drove away after helping me move into my dorm my first year of college. 

"I don't know, maybe Thanksgiving," was my reply.

It was late August and I was excited to start this new phase of my life. I wasn't the type to go overboard with excitement about my newfound freedom and act stupid, but I definitely wasn't the type to get home sick and start crying for mommy and daddy after a few nights away. No, I was a pretty levelheaded guy who didn't have a clue what was in store for me, but figured that thousands of other people have gone away for college in the past and been just fine, so there wasn't really anything to be worried about, and plenty to be excited about.

My roommate, Jason, arrived after I was all settled in. We got along fine at first, we worked together with his parents to move the furniture around, bunking the beds to make more floor space, setting up the couch and TV and making sure both our desks were accessible for studying. So far so good I figured, if only I knew what was in store for me later.

My dorm was small, just a 3 story building with about 15 or so rooms on each floor. My particular building was arranged so that men were on the first and third floors, and women were on the second. I had seen some of the girls moving in as I was moving my own stuff or helping my roommate. That was the first time I saw her.

The first things I noticed were her beautiful blue eyes. I know it's a corny metaphor, but the first thing I thought upon seeing them was that I could get lost and drown in those eyes. Once I was able to tear myself away from those eyes, I took in the rest of her. She had beautiful brown hair, shoulder length and wavy. She was dressed for moving. Wearing a grey tank top, plain khaki shorts and sandals. Her legs and arms were nicely tanned and toned, this girl definitely liked to stay in shape. I couldn't really see much of the rest of her body because she was carrying a large load of boxes, but I could tell that the rest of her would not disappoint. She must have seen me looking at me because she flashed me a beautiful bright smile and said "hi" as I walked toward her.

My mind raced to come up with something brilliant to say. "Hi." I said back just as we passed. And then she was gone. I was never really good with the ladies, you see. Not horrible – I could have tripped or puked or something like that – but a measly "hi" was all I could muster in the short time I had, definitely not enough to make an impression. Oh well, at least I didn't make a bad impression, I thought to myself. I did not see her again that afternoon.

The rest of the day went smoothly enough. My roommate and I got to know each other a little bit. He had his girlfriend from high school on campus. Her name was Kate and she lived in a different dorm nearby. She was pretty good looking, I thought, but nothing like the girl I saw earlier. The three of us went out to explore the campus. Later that evening, Jason and I had to head back to the dorm that evening for our house meeting. Kate headed back for her own meeting.

The house meeting is held by the house fellow, the upper class student who is in charge of making sure all the residents get along and know all the rules and policies and such. To my amazement, the house fellow for our dorm was the goddess that I had seen earlier! Her name was Michelle, she was a junior, and this was her first year as a house fellow. Again, the first thing I noticed were her beautiful blue eyes, god they were amazing! And this time I had plenty of time to observe and admire her physical beauty. Her skin was near perfection, so silky smooth I wanted to feel it against my own skin. She was wearing the same shorts and tank top that she had on before. She was slim and fit, definitely not a rail. Her long tan legs ran on forever, up to the shorts that now seemed shorter than they had been before. Her stomach was nice and flat. She had absolutely gorgeous breasts – firm, round, and held high – that were pushing against the inside of her tank top. Her collar was low enough to show a little cleavage, nothing too risqué or anything like that, but just enough and I was in heaven. She talked for a long time, none of which I heard, because I was captivated by her beauty. I could tell that she spoke elegantly and with authority, even though I wasn't paying attention to the words. Her voice was kind and gentle, and it made me feel as though I was floating. My overall impression of her was that she was everything that I had ever wanted in a girl, but that she was also way out of my league. I spent the entire meeting fantasizing of all the wonderful things she and I could do together, all the while seeing those deep blue eyes looking at me in passion. 

All too soon, the meeting ended. Jason and I headed back to our room; I was just hoping that nobody noticed the huge hard on that I had as we walked back. Jason soon left to spend the night in Kate's room – turned out her roommate hadn't arrived yet. So I was left alone in my room, thinking about the good time Jason and Kate must be having, and juxtaposing that with Michelle's beautiful blue eyes. It wasn't long before I shot my load to those visions, and I went to sleep alone but happy, and had many great dreams that night.

The next day came and went without much incident. Kate's roommate showed up. I went out that evening with a couple friends from high school. When I got back to my room late that night, the door was locked and there was a hanger hanging on the handle. I'm not stupid, I figured out the signal, but I was pissed. I was tired and wanted to get some sleep and sure as hell didn't want to wait until they were done. I pretty much figured that the hanger was going to be there all night and I was S.O.L. This was definitely not a precedent that I wanted to establish, so I unlocked the lock and tried to open the door. For reasons that to this day are beyond me, every room in the dorm had a lock that you could open with a key from outside, but they also had a chain so somebody inside could keep you out even if you had a key. Jason figured this out and had set the chain. Now I was really pissed and I pounded on the door.

After a short while, Jason peeked out. "What the fuck, dude?" he said. "Can't you see we want some privacy?"

"Yeah, fuck off!" added Kate. I was starting to figure out that these two were just redneck trash and I started to think that I was in for a long year.

"Where am I supposed to go?" I asked. "This is my room too and I want to get some sleep. I sure as hell am not going to be kicked out by you two every night."

"Of course you won't be, we'll kick out her roommate on Tuesdays! HA!" I failed to see the humor in his joke and just stood there. "I don't give a fuck where you go, just go away!" And with that he shut the door in my face.

I was livid! But what could I do? He held all the cards. There was no way I could get into that room unless he released the chain – and that wasn't going to happen until the morning. I paced up and down the hall for a while. I even walked over to my buddy's room to crash but I could see their lights were out. I was just about to call one of them to wake them up and let me in when I realized that this was really an opportunity to talk to Michelle! This is the kind of thing she was supposed to help out with, right? Just then I wished I had paid more attention to what she said at the meeting.

I walked back to my dorm; nearly skipping I was so excited, and climbed the stairs to the second floor. I found the door with the house fellow sign and knocked on it. I heard a groggy "hang on" come from inside.

'Oh shit!' I thought to myself. In my excitement it had never really dawned on me that it was really late and she might be sleeping, or worse, might be "busy." Even if the first option was true what kind of impression was I making waking her up like this? I thought about running away, at least she wouldn't know it was me I thought to myself. I stood there a second, weighing my options. Just as I decided that I should run the door opened.

There she stood, looking at me with those beautiful blue eyes. I just stood there, staring at them, swimming in them. I don't know how long it had been, but she finally broke the silence by asking "Can I help you?"

"Um, yeah." I said. 'Oh shit!' I thought to myself again. I hadn't thought of what to say! So instead of stumbling through the whole story, I cut to the chase. "My roommate is, uh, kind of busy right now," I said, placing the proper emphasis on the word busy.

She raised her eyebrows just a little bit, giggled, and then gave me that same beautiful smile that I got from her the day before. "I see," she said. "Why don't you come in for a minute?"

I was so relieved that she wasn't irritated at me; in fact she seemed to rather enjoy the inherent humor in the situation. Plus, as I've since come to learn, she is the type of person who really enjoys helping people out. She will give of herself whatever she can, and will never complain, no matter how much she is inconvenienced. She truly finds a great deal of satisfaction and joy in knowing that she has helped turn somebody's day or life around, and she finds the same level of satisfaction in each.

She stepped aside and I walked past her into her room. Her room was exactly the same as mine, except that it only had furniture for one, which resulted in a much more comfortable and friendly living space. Along one side of the room was an area rug under a couch and coffee table facing the TV. Her desk was set up next to the TV. Her bed was on the floor along the far wall. The sheets were all a mess because apparently she had been sleeping. I said a silent "thank you" when I didn't see a guy hiding under the covers. I must have looked to long because she gave me a coy look just for an instant, but then recovered and quickly fixed up the sheets. That look was so quick that I wasn't sure if I had imagined it or not, and decided that I probably had. "Sorry for the mess," she said. I couldn't believe that I had intruded on her good night's sleep and she was apologizing to me!

She was wearing a robe, cinched up tightly, and slippers. I couldn't see much of anything as far as her body goes because the robe was closed up so tight. But the way she tied it, it actually accentuated her quite large breasts. I'm not sure if she saw me looking at them or not, but she pulled her robe a little tighter just then, which only resulted in making her breasts more apparent under their fuzzy casings.

"I'm really sorry to wake you, I just really didn't…" 

"Oh no! Its not a problem, really!" she said through one of her incredibly beautiful smiles. "This is what house fellows are for, right?" I couldn't believe it, here I was, having woken her up with my stupid problem and she seems almost happy to see me! I couldn't help thinking that this girl is too good to be true. "Why don't you sit down and tell me all about what's going on."

I wasn't about to argue the invitation from the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on, so I sat myself down on the couch. She sat down next to me, turned towards me and curled her feet up. "So, what's up?"

I started telling her the entire story of my arrival and Jason's, what we did the day before, how I was gone most that day, going into as much detail as I possibly could. I knew that most of this information was completely irrelevant to the problem at hand, but I wanted to stay on that couch talking to her as long as possible. She paid attention to every word I had to say. Anybody else would have gotten irritated, told me to skip to the point so that they could get back to sleep, but not her. Talking to her was so easy! It was just so natural; it was like I had known her for years. Occasionally those beautiful blue eyes would distract me, but I'd try to recover as quickly as I could and she never seemed to be bothered by it at all.

I finally finished my story, dragging it out as long as possible until I had reached the inevitable end. I was searching for something, anything else to say, but I couldn't think of anything, so I simply shut up.

She sat quietly for a second or two; I could see her mulling over her options in her beautiful blue eyes. Then she spoke. "Do you have a friend you can call, to crash there?"

My heart sank. I'm not sure what I expected to hear, but that was probably the worst thing she could have said. I wanted to stay in that room, on that couch with her for ever, and here she was with an idea that would get me out of there. She didn't say it in a way that made me feel like she was getting rid of me. No, I truly believed she was trying to be helpful, and this was what she thought would help. If I couldn't stay with her, I at least wanted to stay in my own room. I sure as hell didn't want to sleep on my buddy's futon all semester.

"Isn't there some way to kick Kate out?" I asked, partly because that is what I originally came for, but mostly just to stay on that couch a little bit longer.

"Oh yeah, I think we can do that," she said. She looked a little embarrassed, like she should have thought of that herself. She got up and started looking through her stuff, looking for information on who to call with assistance on this kind of matter. But I could tell that she was really uncomfortable with the idea. She should really have gone down to my room and asked Kate to leave herself, but she skipped that step entirely and was looking for someone with real authority to call.

That is when I finally saw a flaw in her. She was afraid of conflict. She really didn't want to be doing what she was doing, but to her credit, she was working on doing it anyway. This sudden blemish on her previously perfect persona did not make me think that she wasn't the person I thought she was. In fact it was quite the opposite. She seemed more approachable than ever. The realization that she had a flaw, as we all do, only made her seem more real, and somehow, more perfect.

She had found the number she wanted to call, and was about to dial when I decided to save her from the uncomfortable task at hand. "You know what, never mind. I can call one of my friends and we can talk to Jason tomorrow, OK?"

"Are you sure? You don't have to. You were right, this is the right thing to do."

Her beautiful blue eyes, however, were saying 'thank you.'

"Yeah, I'm sure," I said, walking toward the phone. "This isn't how I want to start things off between him and me." Between her and me too, I was thinking. "I'll talk to him tomorrow. But thank you so much for listening and helping. It means a lot to me." My heart was in my shoes. I was volunteering to leave Michelle's room, and that was the only place I really wanted to be! But what else could I do? It hurt my heart to see how uncomfortable she was with getting Kate removed.

Now it was her time to save me from the unwanted task at hand. "I have an idea."

My heart must have skipped three beats. I couldn't believe it; she wasn't going to ask me to stay, was she?

"You can hang out here for awhile, see if they eventually leaves."

I turned to look at her, and she was looking at me with those big blue eyes, seemingly bigger and bluer than ever. If I wasn't mistaken, she was breathing just a bit more heavily.

She continued. "I have lots of movies we can watch, or we can just watch TV, or talk. Just hang out, you know? It could be fun!"

'Fuck yeah it could be fun!' I thought to myself. But I kept my cool and even managed to be a little suave for the first time ever. "I'd like that a lot," I said.

She flashed that beautiful smile at me one more time. She grabbed my hand and pulled me back towards the couch. We sat next to each other just like before, but maybe a little closer together this time.

It was the first time that we had ever actually touched. Throughout this whole night we had never actually made physical contact. The sensation or her skin on mine was like electricity, sending shockwaves throughout my entire body. Every part of me was suddenly aware, even the parts that I kind of did and didn't hope she'd notice.

We just sat there talking for what seemed like the longest time. We talked about everything, our likes and our dislikes. It turned out that we had the same major, but with her two years ahead of me we wouldn't be sharing any classes. She gave me advice on which the good professors were, and offered help on my homework anytime I needed it. I couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to her. Again, I felt like I had known her for years.

Then the conversation shifted, as it inevitably always does, to our past relationships. She breached the subject first.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?"

"I did in high school. We were together for a year and a half. But she is a year younger than me so we decided to break it off before I came out here."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Was that hard on you?"

"It was and it wasn't. She is the only girl I've ever been with, and I was the only guy she had ever been with, so it is kind of like the end of an era, you know? But at the same time I was starting to feel like she and I weren't really the perfect match anyway, and I'm pretty sure that she was feeling the same way. Me moving away turned out to be a blessing. We were able to end the relationship on a mutual level, without anybody getting hurt too much. We both cried, don't get me wrong, but I think we both truly felt that it was for the best."

She just looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes. I was surprised at myself by the amount I was willing to open up to this girl I had just met. But I felt like we had a connection, like I could tell her absolutely anything and everything without fear of being judged, or misunderstood. It was like an open channel for the free exchange of our deepest and most private thoughts and feelings.

I spoke again, "So how about you, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Not right now, no. I've never had a relationship like the one you had with your girlfriend. My relationships always end with someone getting hurt, and it is always me."

She paused. Her beautiful blue eyes were getting moist. "You don't have to," I said.

"No, its OK," she interrupted, "I'd like to talk about it with you. I feel safe with you, like whatever I say to you is OK, and that you would never use it to hurt me."

It was incredible; she felt exactly the same as I did! "Of course I would never hurt you, but if you aren't comfortable…"

"I'm comfortable with you," she said through a smile. Those words gave me the most unbelievable rush of emotion. I've never felt anything like that before; it was like an emotional orgasm washing over me. I was in ecstasy at the mere notion of her feeling for me the same as I felt for her. I don't know what the physical manifestation of this emotional orgasm was, but there must have been something because she looked at me for a second, and then slid closer beside me and rested her head on my shoulder.

She continued, "There have been three different guys. The first was in high school, and then one each of my first two years here. The story is different for all of them, but they all end the same way: I get replaced by a different girl. At least the first two had the decency to tell me before they got together with my replacement. The third one however, well…"

"That's awful! I can't imagine ever doing that to somebody. That's the completely wrong way to go about having a relationship. As long as we are together I would do anything I could to keep the relationship going. I wouldn't be out looking for other options. If things don't work out then you end the relationship, and only after it is over do you start looking for somebody new. To find someone new while you are still with somebody is completely selfish, rude, and insensitive!"


My Sexy Housefellow



I was astonished with the anger I felt towards these three guys for hurting her the way they had. What I said was and still is how I truly feel, not just something you say to someone who is sad.

"I told myself that this year I wouldn't get mixed up with some guy that is just going to turn around and hurt me."

"I could never ever hurt you."

And with that, she kissed me. It was simple. She just lifted her head a little and gave me a peck on the cheek. It was so pure and so clean, but it opened the floodgates.

I turned my head and my mouth found hers. I tasted her lips for the first time. They were incredibly soft and sweet, like the whipped cream on an exquisite sundae. I felt her lips part and a soft moan escaped her.

I opened my mouth to let her tongue explore. Our tongues danced together, a perfectly choreographed dance that you would have thought has been rehearsed countless times before. I raised my hand to brush her cheek; her skin felt so incredibly smooth and soft. It was like the finest silk. I gently trailed my hand down her chin to her neck, and then around to her back. I stroked her wavy brown hair, running my fingers through her thick locks.

Then I had a thought. I knew I shouldn't be thinking of anything other than kissing her at that moment, but I couldn't help it, it just popped into my head. And it made me laugh.

Thankfully, she smiled when I laughed. She didn't stop kissing; she just smiled through her kisses. "What's so funny?" she asked.

In the spirit of the open and honest line of communication we had open, I told her the truth. "I just realized, I know its stupid, but…"

"Nothing you have to say is stupid." We barely broke our kisses to talk throughout this entire conversation.

"Well, you know I'm a freshman here, and this is my first time away from home. And it just dawned on me that…"

"Yes?" she asked, in a kind of playful tone.

"Well, I just realized that we are completely alone, nobody will be showing up later. We can do anything we want."

She broke her kiss with me, and looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes, full of the passion that I had imagined in them only the night before. She kicked her leg up and over me, and settled down so that she was straddling me on the couch. She had one hand on each of my shoulders. Then she leaned in real close and whispered in my ear, "I know."

Then she kissed me again. Only this time it was with a wanton passion. I opened up and accepted her tongue as it purposefully poked and prodded and searched for every hidden crevice of my mouth. My hands where wrapped around her, and I explored her back through the soft fuzzy robe.

I reached in front of her and untied her robe, and she allowed me to open it up and slide it off of her. For some crazy reason, I had been expecting her to be wearing a sexy negligee, but since she had previously been sleeping alone, she was just wearing boxers and a tee shirt.

Now it was my turn to up the ante in the passion level of our kissing. I picked up the pace, pressed my tongue further into her mouth. She responded by letting out a soft moan. I trailed my kissed down from her mouth, to her chin and neck. She lifted her head to give me better access, and I accepted the invitation and kissed my way down to the swell of her breasts just above her collar line.

She moaned her approval again, a little louder this time. Then she pressed her hips down against me, rubbing her crotch against the huge bulge that was in my pants. That caused us both to moan loud and long. "Oh God." I moaned directly into he cleavage. My cock was now pulsing, pressing back up against her. Every time it moved it caused her to let out a small gasp of pleasure.

I reached around behind her again, found the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up. She eagerly helped to remover her shirt and then did the same with mine.

I was looking at the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, the girl with the beautiful blue eyes and radiant smile. She was sitting in front of me, completely naked from the waist up. Now I could say for sure, that she had the most amazing tits that any man has ever laid eyes on. They were a good size, not to small, but not disproportionately large. They hung beautifully from her body, drooping downward slightly under their own weight. Just slightly above the center of each was a small pink nipple, tight and hard from her arousal. Her figure was perfection; God himself must have personally put her together.

I just stared in amazement for a second or two, taking in her entire beauty. Then I spoke: "You're so fucking sexy!"

She laughed out loud, then grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face towards her breasts. I feverishly started licking and kissing the crevice between her tits, and at the same time started pressing my hips forward, pressing my rock hard cock through my jeans and her shorts against her center. We were both moaning loudly by now. "Oh God, that feels so fucking good!" she said, her hands still behind my head, holding my face against her breasts. We settled into a rhythm like that, dry fucking each other with my face to her tits.

My hands ran down her back, around the sides of her hips, and up her flat stomach until they reached her breasts. I fondled her breasts with my hands, lifting up one to my mouth. I took it in gently, and the first time I ran my tongue over her nipple, she exploded in orgasm!

"Oh GOD! Oh fuck yeah, don't stop that!" she yelled. Our clothes impeded fucking was accelerated to a frenetic pace, she arched her head back, pressing her tit further against my mouth. "That feels so fucking good! You're so fucking amazing!" Wave after wave of sheer joy washed over her entire body, her wavy brown hair was flying in every direction; it seemed that she would be in rapture forever.

Just as she was coming down from her ecstasy, I put my hands on the back of her hips and pressed my crotch hard against her one more time. "Holy fuck! How the…!" she screamed as she peaked again! Every muscle in her body convulsed and she thrashed her body above mine. I was no longer able to continue kissing her breasts because she was thrashing around too much. Instead I watched her as she completely lost control of her body. I was enjoying the sensations our friction was giving me, but more enjoying watching the sensations it was giving her.

When it was all over she collapsed against me, resting her head on my shoulder. Our naked torsos pressed together. After she caught her breath she whispered to me, "That was amazing! I've never come like that before, not even when…"

She got this real sly smile on her face, and I could tell by her beautiful blue eyes that I was in for something special. She started gyrating her hips against my crotch once more, slowly this time, but with a purpose.

She started talking, but she had a whole new persona this time. She was no longer the sweet, caring, kind house fellow that opened the door for me. No, this woman was completely charged with sex, horny, and wanting more.

"Did you like that, Tom?" She asked, her voice low and breathy. "Did you like having my tits in your face? Did you like sucking on them?"

I was a little shocked by her sudden transformation, but I loved it. "Oh yeah, you know I did. You're so fucking sexy. I could bury my face in your tits all day."

"I liked feeling your cock. I liked how it pushed against me, telling me it was hard and ready. That made me so fucking wet."

She started gyrating a little faster and harder now. My cock was pulsing against her now.

"Oh yes," she moaned, "I fucking love that feeling, I can tell you are so fucking hard for me." Then she stared me straight in the eyes: "I want to fuck you so bad, Tom! I want to feel your cock in my pussy, I want to ride it all night long!"

"I want to fuck you too. I want to feel your pussy all around me, squeezing me."

With that she gave me a passionate kiss on the mouth, pressed her hips hard against me, and then started sliding down my body. She kissed her way down my chest and stomach, trailing her hands behind her head. When she reached my pants she slowly and seductively unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I lifted my hips so she could pull them off, along with my boxers.

I kicked off my shoes and socks and was now completely naked sitting on her couch. She took a look at my cock, standing straight up and twitching. "Mmm," she said. "You're so fucking sexy!"

I laughed as she repeated my words to me, and watched her as she removed her boxers. Her complete nudity was a sight to behold. Her long, tan, and muscular legs ran on forever. Where they came together her pussy was glistening with her juices. She wasn't cleanly shaven, just enough to wear a bikini.

She kneeled down in front of me, gave me another passionate kiss on the mouth, only this time she had her hand wrapped around my cock. I moaned loudly as she stroked me, her hands sending shockwaves through my whole body. She repeated her journey downward, slower this time. I reveled in the feel of her kisses, her breasts brushing against my body as she moved, and the attention she was giving my member. As she got lower, she released her hold on my cock and it slid in between her breasts. I moaned loudly and pushed my hips upwards, pushing my cock further between her soft, smooth, mounds.

"Do you like that? Do you like fucking my tits?"

"Oh yes! I do! I love feeling them around my cock. They're so soft and…" and I could only moan after that.

She pressed her chest down gently against my crotch, and started rocking back and forth, sliding my cock between her breasts. "I want to make you feel good," she said. I want to make you feel the way you make me feel.

"Oh God, you do. You're incredible. You're amazing."

She slid further down and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked on the head at first, then took in as much as she could, which was about half, and sucked her mouth all around it. I could feel her tongue working its way around the tip, then sliding down the undersides. I started bucking my hips, and she started bobbing her head. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever had. I don't know how I managed not to completely explode in her mouth.

Then she released her suction hold on my cock, looked up at me, with a crazy wanton passion in her eyes. She had completely morphed into a sex animal at this point. "I said I want to fuck you," she growled.

I didn't have a chance to respond before she stood up, pulled me by my hands from the couch, and let me to the bed. She turned me around and pushed me backwards onto the bed. She wasn't acting angry or violent; she was simply consumed by her lust and had an uncontrollable need to satisfy her appetite.

She got on top of me, straddling my rock hard cock. She grabbed it with one hand, and leaned forward to kiss me on the mouth. As our tongues danced again, she directed my cock into her soaking wet pussy. I slid easily inside her, her pussy eagerly sucking me towards her deepest regions. She let out a long, slow, almost animal moan. Then she started riding my cock, slowly at first.

She accelerated quickly; soon she wasn't able to maintain our kiss. She sat upright on my cock, bouncing up and down on it; drilling it deep inside of her, and pulling it almost all the way out. I reached my hands up and felt her hard flat stomach, then worked my way up to her breasts. I just held them steady relative to her bouncing body, which allowed her to increase the pace of her fucking. It was an incredible sight to behold, this amazing beauty, naked, in ecstasy, bouncing up and down on my cock. It is a vision I'm sure I'll keep until the day I die.

Her breathing was in short gasps, letting out short high-pitched squeaks with every breath. I could tell she was getting close. Her pussy was squeezing my cock tighter and tighter. Suddenly she threw her head backwards, almost all the way to my feet, as she exploded her juices all over my cock. Her pussy walls were clenching me, milking me for my seed.

I couldn't take it anymore. I thrust my hips up against hers as hard as I could as my cock erupted inside of her, pumping her full with my cream. We were both screaming in ecstasy, I don't think either of us was saying real words. We fucked at a frenetic pace, each of us feeding off of the energy of the other.

When each of us was finally spent, she collapsed down on top of me again, my deflating cock still buried in her pussy. We kissed. We must have kissed for 5 minutes without saying anything. It was the most passionate, erotic kisses that I had ever experienced to that point. Then she finally rolled off of me, releasing my cock from her center. She cuddled up close to me and I held her tight.

"That was amazing," she whispered.

"You're amazing," was my reply.

"I've never felt that way before. I've never acted like that. I don't know what came over me, it was like I had completely released all of my fears and anxieties and was completely free! I felt like it was totally OK for me to give in to my deepest desires and that I was safe. It was exhilarating!"

"I couldn't be happier to hear you say that. If nothing else I want you to feel safe with me."

"I do. I've never taken charge like that before. With everybody else it was like I felt that I was supposed to, like it was my duty. With you, it was because I wanted to.

"It's just so different with you. Is this how it was with your girlfriend?"

"No, it wasn't like that at all. I always felt like I was pulling her along. I hated that feeling. I never forced her into anything, but I was never 100% confident that she was 100% on board. As it was, we went very slowly. In fact…" I couldn't believe that I was about to admit this after all that has happened, but in the spirit of openness and honesty, I did. "In fact, we never did do everything."

"Oh my god! You mean…"

"Yes."

"I would have never known; you were so amazing! I'm not kidding! You were incredible! In fact, I think after we rest up a little bit, we'll have to give you your second time!"

Again, I was just a little bit suave, "I'd like that a lot."

We cuddled up close and fell asleep in each other's arms. This time I didn't imagine her beautiful blue eyes looking at me in passion, I remembered them.