6 comments/ 19894 views/ 5 favorites My Coming Out - A Look Backward By: AtlantaGirl487 Ah, summertime in Atlanta, Georgia! Could there ever be a more perfect time of the year? I'm sitting out on our back patio on a summer evening, working on my second glass of wine and messing around with my laptop. A few feet away, my husband, Gary, is about to put the steaks on the grill (he's really a great cook!). What's that old song from "Porgy and Bess"? "It's Summertime and the Livin' is Easy". That really sums up what I'm feeling. At the back of our lot, the trees are gently swaying in the soft breeze and my mind goes back to some very special summer nights when I was in college. It was the summer between my sophomore and junior years at the University of Georgia. At the end of the spring semester I had made the decision that I wasn't going to go home for the summer. Although I dearly love my father, I just couldn't handle his controlling ways ("When you're under my roof, you go by my rules, blah, blah, blah"). I had left home two years ago and I wasn't going back to that environment. I had been working at the UGA Bookstore part-time for the last year and when I was offered full time employment for the summer, I leaped at the opportunity. Unfortunately, I had to vacate my dormitory and find a place off-campus. The place I ended up was a bit of a dump; an old Victorian-style house that had been converted into student housing. I shared the upstairs with two other women and, let me tell you, it was definitely not luxurious! While we had our own bedrooms, we had to share a bathroom, a small living room and an even smaller kitchen. My roommates were about as opposite as you can imagine. Beth was a South Georgia farm girl and one of the coolest people that I've ever known (she and I still exchange emails from time to time). Although she frequently put on a hick country girl act, she was an absolutely brilliant student (a Chemistry major) and had a nearly 4.0 GPA. As for my other roommate, Janet, about the kindest thing I can say about her was that she was a fourteen carat pain in the ass. She was totally into her religious thing and didn't hesitate to tell me and Beth that we were going to hell unless we lived like she did. She was always sitting in our living room area reading her bible while Beth and I were either "B.S.ing" or trying to watch TV. She was so bad that Beth and I took to calling her "Mrs. Jones" since we thought that she should have gone to Bob Jones University or someplace like that. Since Janet was from South Carolina, I always wondered why she had decided to come to UGA. At any rate, as the summer semester began, I was hard at work in the bookstore. A couple of days before classes began, I was busy stocking shelves when I noticed that a cute guy, a few feet away, staring at me (especially when I was bent over, working on the lower shelves). When I looked back at him and smiled, he acted very flustered and turned his attention to the open book he had in his hands. To tell you the truth, I was intrigued with the guy from the very beginning. Finally, I figured that I needed to force the situation. No guts; no glory, right? I finished putting the books on the shelf, walked directly over to him and purred in my best Georgia accent, "Can I help you find something?" To my surprise (and amusement) his face became as red as UGA's school colors. All he could stammer was "Uh, Ah, Uh. No, I think not." "OK", I smiled back at him. "Be sure and let me know if I can help you." Still red-faced, he nodded and I went back to work. However, during the next few minutes, I could sense that he was still staring at me. It was getting close to closing time for the bookstore and I was getting ready to call it a day when I heard someone step up behind me. I turned, and there was the cute guy looking down at me. The heavily-accented words seemed to tumble out of his mouth, "Excuse me. I would very much like to know if you would be available to have a cup of coffee with me." I almost laughed out loud. Did he really ask if I was "available"? His choice of words may not have been the greatest but his manner won me over. I smiled at him and told him that I would like that and I would be off work in fifteen minutes. We walked to a close-by sandwich shop and, over coffee, introduced ourselves. His name was Avi and he was, of all things, a soldier in the Israeli Army. The Israeli military had sent him and five of his fellow soldiers to the UGA College of Engineering for the summer session. Although Avi didn't talk much about the purpose of the trip, I did get the impression that it was fairly important and that he and the five others had been selected with great care. I can't deny it. I fell for Avi two minutes after we began talking. He was totally unlike the college guys that I had been around for the last two years. He was shy, totally unassuming, obviously very intelligent, and very handsome. That "cup of coffee" lasted well over four hours and we talked as if we had known each other for months. When Avi asked me for a date, I readily accepted. To put it bluntly, our first date and the one after that were COMPLETE disasters. Don't get me wrong: I did have a great time (on both dates) until Avi asked me to come back to the house where he and his fellow soldiers were staying. First of all, their house was in even worse shape than the place where I was staying but that was not the problem. The big sticking point was that we could find absolutely NO privacy. I'll be truthful about it. I was ready to go to bed with Avi almost immediately into our relationship. And, Avi felt the same way. I felt bad for him since it was obvious that he and his buddies were on a real shoestring budget. They had pooled what little money they had for an old beaten up jalopy and I knew that Avi had spent a ton of money just getting his textbooks for the summer session. Still, I was really getting frustrated that we couldn't "do the deed" (as we used to say). On both dates, Avi had taken me up to the room that he shared with another guy and just as things were progressing nicely, someone would walk down the hall and completely shatter the mood. On the second date, Avi was just pulling my panties down when his roommate walked up and knocked on the door. I was so frustrated that I could have SCREAMED! When Avi asked me out for our third date, I accepted but wondered if we would ever get any further than we had the previous two times. When Friday night finally rolled around, I dashed back to the house, took a quick shower and prepared for our date. I heard Beth greet Avi at the door so I hurriedly threw on a blouse and denim skirt and ran into the living room to greet him. Both Janet and Beth were talking to Avi and I could see that even Janet was impressed with him. As Avi and I left, I turned my head to see Beth giving me a huge smile and a thumbs-up. "Don't I wish", I thought to myself. We got into Avi's beat-up car and went down to small coffee shop. Over sandwiches, Avi casually asked, "How would you like to go for a little drive?" I smiled back at him and asked, "Where to?" "Oh, nowhere in particular", He replied. We returned to the car and headed out. As we left the UGA campus area, and then, Athens, I looked up questioningly at Avi but he said nothing. However, when we had gone about thirty miles, I had to ask again where we were going. Avi's reply was the same as it had been: "Nowhere in particular". When I had gotten into the car, I had made sure that the hemline of my denim skirt had settled well above mid-thigh (just in case he might have wondered what might be on my mind). Now, his right hand casually settled on my thigh. OK, I thought to myself, so far, so good. The lights of Athens had long faded in the distance. We were WAY out in the country, passing farmhouses and pasture fields until finally, there seemed to be not a house in sight. If it were anyone other than Avi, I might have started getting concerned. After all, we were firmly in the middle of nowhere; I mean there was NOTHING out there. Finally, Avi turned off onto a gravel road and turned off the car lights. Although there was a full moon that night, I couldn't see anything. Then, after about a mile, he finally turned off onto a narrow path that was completely hidden by a canopy of tree branches. When we came out of the stand of trees, I could finally see where we were: at the entrance to a CEMETERY! Now this was kinky with a capital "K"! I couldn't hide my surprise and stared up at him with my mouth open. "How did you find this place?" was all I could say. Avi just shrugged his shoulders and smiled. I wasn't about to get squeamish; I had waited too long for this moment. We were FINALLY alone and I didn't care where we were at. Avi turned to me and kissed me; lightly at first, then with a passion that I eagerly returned. We kissed for a few moments more and then I felt his hands unbuttoning my blouse. In an instant it was off, followed almost immediately by my bra. I arched my back as Avi kissed and licked my erect nipples. Whatever he wanted to do was fine with me! Then I felt his hand going up my thighs until it reached my crotch. I gasped and opened my legs; I didn't want any doubt in his mind that I wanted him and wanted him right NOW. After softly kneading my crotch for a few moments, Avi reached for the button and zipper on my skirt. After he fumbled with it for a few seconds, I reached down and unbuttoned it for him. Well, don't ever let it be said that I ever played hard to get. I lifted my hips and down went the skirt along with my panties. I was now totally naked and ready for anything that he wanted to do. He slipped his shirt over his head and unbuckled the belt to his jeans. Being the ever-helpful coed, I jerked the jeans down over his hips and down to ankles. Avi reached over and opening the car door on my side. I slid out and reached back to pull his jeans and shoes off. I was now on my knees in the cool wet grass and looked back at Avi. It was then that I saw his absolutely huge erection straining against his briefs. Thinking about it today, it was somewhat comical; I mean his cock had gotten so stiff that it was almost trapped within the fabric. By that time, I was well familiar with the term "getting wood" (usually heard from some smarmy frat boy). However, in Avi's case, he didn't get "get wood"; with him, it was more like "getting concrete". I reached up and attempted to pull Avi's briefs down. However, he was so big and stiff that the head of his cock was firmly wedged between the fabric and the waistband of his underwear. I reached up and gave a firm tug to the waistband, hearing a slight tearing noise. This action finally freed Avi's cock. It flew out into the open (much like a child's jack-in-the-box) with so much force that it almost hit me full in the face. I was totally stunned with my first look at it. If you read my first story, you know full well that I had been, shall we say, "active" during my first two years at UGA. I had been to bed with a number of guys (twelve to be exact) and had, for the most part, enjoyed all of them. However, none of them had been as well endowed as Avi. Although one of them had been as long as Avi (about eight and a half inches), Avi's member was very thick; much thicker than any other I had experienced. I was far from intimidated though. You can call it horniness, physical attraction, or whatever. I just knew I wanted this guy and nothing was going to keep me from having him. I immediately reached up and, with a severely trembling hand, grasped the now-throbbing cock. I pulled it down (it was so stiff that, even though Avi was standing, it was up against his abdomen) and began licking along the head and shaft. However, somewhat to my surprise, Avi reached down and, grasping my shoulders, firmly raised me to my feet. Spinning me around, he firmly grasped my left arm and began leading me between the tombstones. I looked up at him questioningly; just what did he have in mind? A few feet further, and my question was answered. At the foot of one of the graves, was a large bench of polished granite, about five or six feet long (evidently for a relative to contemplate their dearly departed loved one). As I said, I hadn't gotten squeamish about going into the cemetery and I wasn't about to raise any objections now. Avi pulled me up to the bench and gently pushed me backward until I awkwardly sat down. Whatever was going through my mind, I quickly pushed aside. With both hands, I pushed myself back onto the bench and laid down. Although the night had been very warm, the coolness of the granite felt great on my back and hips. I put one hand under my head and looked up at Avi. He was looking down at me and, in the moonlight, obviously liked what he saw. For his part, Avi looked absolutely fantastic. Although he was somewhat thin (no more than 170 pounds on a frame just over six feet tall), he was very well muscled without an ounce of fat on his body. However, I was fixated on just one area of his body and I think you can guess just exactly what that part was! I think Avi realized just how much I was enjoying looking at him. For a brief period he stood at the base of the bench, smiling down at me, almost motionless (I say "almost" because the big cock was swaying and bobbing back and forth as if it had a life of its own). I was so ready that I wanted to scream. I opened my legs even further as an invitation to him. I knew that my frustration was about to end. Avi stepped closed, slowly knelt on the end of bench and positioned himself between my legs. The hard granite must have been absolute hell on his elbows and knees but if it bothered him, he sure didn't show it. I put my other hand behind my head and waited to accept him. Slowly, deliberately, he placed the big head of his cock against my opening. He took his time, so much so that my hips starting rocking. Finally, the head was inside me and with a few in-and-out motions he had totally buried the shaft in my vagina. I almost went out of my mind. I moaned as I had never before; it was so great; all I could say was, "Oh, my GOD, YES!" over and over again. I wrapped both my arms around Avi's neck, wanting for the moment to never end. I briefly wrapped my legs around his lower torso and locked my ankles just above his butt, as I usually did when a guy was on top of me. This time, however, I wanted him even deeper in me so I threw my legs open as wide as I could and pulled my knees back as far as they would go. To say that Avi was absolutely fantastic was a gross understatement. I don't know what superlative is above "fantastic" but Avi was all that and more. There was nothing hurried about anything that he did; totally opposite of all the college guys I had been with before. He moved slowly back and forth; I was feeling every inch of the big cock and the feeling was driving me absolutely crazy. It didn't take long for Avi to put me over the edge. Although other guys had brought me to orgasm, this was totally different. I can only describe my feeling with Avi as somewhere between pure pleasure and pure agony. A sensation I can only describe as a dull ache began to radiate from my pelvic region. I tightened my arms around Avi's neck and began to moan even louder. Avi now changed his thrusting, going faster and seeming to go even deeper inside me. Suddenly the dull ache was replaced by a feeling of absolute ecstasy which came over me in wave after wave. I thought I was going to go absolute crazy. My moaning was now interspersed with occasional sobs of pure pleasure. I couldn't begin to tell you how long it lasted; it could have been seconds, it could have been several minutes. I seemed to go from one orgasm into another. Although the granite was far from comfortable, I could have been lying on a bed of broken glass and I wouldn't have minded. Every nerve in my body seemed to be centered in my vagina. Suddenly, Avi speeded up his movements and I knew that he was about to have his orgasm. He began to slam into me with a force that I struggled to accept. Suddenly, a long, loud, "Ahhhhhhh" came out of him, accompanied by several, unmistakable, convulsions from the big member embedded deep inside me. Avi collapsed on top of me. After a few moments, he moved as if to get up. I immediately wrapped my legs around him and murmured softly, "Please, No." He understood exactly what I wanted. I relaxed my grip around his neck and wrapped my arms lightly around his mid-section. The next few moments were spent in what I can only describe as a sensory overload. I can't really adequately describe the feeling of lying there looking up at the moon and stars, listening to the crickets and cicadas, and the feeling of the cool granite on my back and Avi's thick cock still firmly inside me. Although it had gone limp, it still felt absolutely fantastic and there was no way that I wanted him to take it out of me. Finally, I released my legs and smiled up at Avi. He smiled back at me and asked, "OK?" Was he KIDDING? He had sent me to a place that I had never been sent before and he was asking me if it was "OK"? I giggled and assured him that it had been far better than "OK" (even though I don't remember exactly what I said). At last, Avi pushed up and, in doing so, pulled his cock from my well-satisfied vagina. I gazed down at it. In the moonlight, it still looked absolutely fantastic, gently swaying back and forth, shiny and slick from my own juices. I casually looked up and sweetly asked, "Did you remember to bring a towel?" Avi's face went blank. "A towel, What for?" Finally, he began to get the picture. "Oh, sure, OK." Then he stood up and began to lope back to the car. I had to laugh out loud. The sight of his bare butt going between the tombstones created an absolutely comical scene and I couldn't control myself. Avi reached into the back of the car and came out with a handful of napkins. He ran them back and reached them down to me. I looked at the napkins and the "Varsity" logo on them. I had to laugh again and dabbed at myself with them. Avi was a pure delight; sweet and unpretentious, and a real delight to be with. After I had finished my hasty "clean-up", I sat up. Avi helped me up from the bench and I said, "Do we have to go right away?" Avi smiled and shook his head. We sat down at the end of the bench and leaned against it. Avi put his arm around me and I leaned against him. The grass and accompanying dew felt fantastic on my bare bottom; the feeling was absolutely delicious! I again looked up at the moon and stars, then across the cemetery. Between the tombstones there seemed to be a thousand fireflies (down here we call them "lightning bugs") flying around, blinking on and off. I wanted the moment to last forever. I began to think back to something Rosanna, a friend of mine from the bookstore, had mentioned awhile back. Rosanna, a black lady from Augusta, was ultra-cool and lot more knowledgeable than me when it came to sex. At any rate, one day we were commiserating about the guys that we were dating. Rosanna's boyfriend had been giving her a lot of crap and I simply asked her why she hadn't unloaded him. Rosanna stared back at me and said, "Well, I've tried a couple of times but let's face it honey; there's a big difference between gettin' it and gettin' it GOOD." I nodded back at her but I didn't really know what she was talking about. Now, I finally realized what Rosanna had been saying. For the first time in my life, I had "gotten it GOOD". And, Avi had been the one who had finally given it to me. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that the guys I had been to bed with before were losers or Elmer Fudds. However, the fact was that they had been as inexperienced as I had been. Avi was totally unlike them and the difference was as great as night and day. My Coming Out - A Look Backward Suddenly, I had to giggle. Avi looked down at me with a questioning look. "It's nothing", I told him, but I couldn't tell him the real reason. At the angle I was sitting, Avi's semen had oozed out of my vagina and was dripping down, crossing my "back door" giving me a tickling feeling. How do you explain that to a guy? Finally, we decided that we needed to get back to Athens. With an arm around each other, we slowly walked back to the car and got back into our clothes. Silently, we drove back to Athens. As we pulled into the driveway of my residence, I heard Avi take a deep breath. I looked up at him and he blurted out, "Uh, would you like to go out tomorrow night?" I smiled back at him and said, "That sounds like fun. What would you like to do?" The lighting wasn't very good but I could see Avi's face getting red. "Uh, well, I, well, you know," was all he could get out. I nearly laughed out loud. He was so sweet! "OK. Pick me up at 8.00." I replied. He nodded, walked me to the door and kissed me goodnight. Going up the stairs and through the entrance to our "apartment" I was very happy to see that Beth and Janet were already in bed. I was pretty sure that I didn't look all that hot and didn't want to explain anything; especially to "Mrs. Jones." I quickly stepped back to my room and got out of my clothes. As I removed my panties, I saw that the remainder of Avi's semen had created a huge stain on them and had even leaked out into my denim skirt. I shook my head. No guy had ever filled me up like that (in more ways than one). Wrapping a towel around me, I stepped next door to the bathroom. After a quick shower, I stepped out and dried myself off. Looking at my naked body in the mirror, I turned around and saw a huge red spot just above my butt where I had been lying on the granite bench. Just above, on each shoulder blade, were similar red blotches. Again, I shook my head. All I could think was, "And, it was worth every bit of it." What's the old saying, "A bargain at any price?" Well, the lovemaking that Avi had just given me was so fantastic that I wouldn't have cared if I had been covered with red marks! Going back to my room, I collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep, restful sleep. Regretfully, I had to work part of the day on Saturday. However, there were very few customers in the bookstore, and I didn't have much to do. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder and there was Rosanna. "Hey, Girl," she said, "I've been watching you all day today and every time I look at you, you've got a big smile on your face. What's up?" I could feel my face getting read. I smiled and looked down and replied, "I guess I was just thinking about the guy I was out with last night." "OOOOOEEEEEEEE." You could hear Rosanna's squeal all over the store. "I KNOW what that smile means!" "Details, girl, Details! Come on!" I nearly doubled over laughing. I ran over and hid behind some tall shelves so the manager wouldn't come over and chew both of us out. I told Rosanna I had another date with the guy tonight and I would give her the "gory details" on Monday. I was rewarded with another loud, "OOOOOEEEEEEEE!" When I finally got back to my "luxurious apartment", it was past 8:00 and Avi was already there talking to Janet and Beth. I apologized profusely to Avi for being late and ran back to my room. I flew into the bathroom and quickly showed. Returning to my room, I looked at my choices of clothing for the evening. I grabbed a skirt and blouse off their hangers but suddenly stopped. "Hey", I thought to myself. "Are you kidding? You know what's going to happen tonight." Smiling ruefully to myself, I instead picked out my very shortest shorts (cut-off jeans) and a tank top. Putting on my abbreviated outfit, I slipped into a beat up pair of tennis shoes and I was ready for the evening (at any rate, ready for what I wanted to do). Stepping out into the living area, I again greeted Avi, this time with a kiss. Janet and Beth were still there; Janet glaring at me (or maybe my choice of outfits) and Beth smiling broadly. "Now, Honey," she said, "Make sure that he has you home by 11:00." "OK, Mom" was my quick reply. Avi looked down at me with a puzzled look on his face. "Never mind her," I told him. "It's just some Southern Girl humor." We walked out to Avi's car and he opened the door for me. "Now Avi," I started in my best Southern Bitch voice. "I really want you to take me someplace expensive tonight." Avi's mouth visibly dropped open. "Uh, where?" was all he could get out. "Oh, The Varsity will be fine" was my reply. Avi laughed loudly. For you folks outside the South (especially Georgia), you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. You see, The Varsity is somewhat of an institution down here. There's nothing fancy about it but it has chili dogs and onion rings to die for. Honestly, they're out of this world! At any rate, we drove into The Varsity close to UGA. Neither one of us had much of an appetite; we must have been thinking about something else. As we downed our orders of onion rings, we just looked at each other and smiled. Last night had started out with a bit of uncertainty; tonight both of us knew what would be happening. We stood up to go. As we approached the door, I suddenly stopped and picked up a handful of Varsity napkins. "You never know when you might need them, right?" I said to Avi. He bit his lip and looked down at the floor. Again, Avi gallantly opened the door of his car. I slid over so that I could be as close to him as possible. As he started the engine, I casually asked him, "Gee, where are we going?" He smiled and said, "I think you know." The drive out of Athens was a lot less tense than it had been the night before. As we left the city limits Avi again put his hand on my thigh. However, this time, the position of his hand was so far up my thigh that his little finger was pressed up against my crotch. I put my hand on top of his to let him know that I welcomed his touch. It seemed that we arrived at the cemetery much more quickly than we had the previous evening. No matter; the place was just as quiet and secluded as the night before. Killing the engine, Avi immediately turned to me and I was more than ready. Deeply kissing me, he immediately put his fingers down around the bottom of my tank top. Leaning forward, I moved my arms up and my top quickly went up, and off. Avi now pressed his hand against my crotch. I moaned and put my arms around Avi's neck. His hands went down to the waistband of my shorts. I unbuttoned the front of them and lifted my hips. Quickly my shorts and panties were down around my ankles. Stripping off his shirt, jeans, and shoes, Avi quickly opened his door and ran over to my side. I opened my door and swung around to get out of the car. However, Avi put a hand against one of my shoulders, dropped to his knees and roughly spread my legs. What happened next was something I will absolutely never forget. Up until this point in my "social" life, most of my lovers had gone down on me. And, a couple of them had really been pretty good at it. However, Avi was a completely different story. Pushing my knees apart, he began to gently kiss the lips to my vagina. However, the gentleness didn't last very long. Suddenly, with a ferocity that took me completely by surprise, he began to go at me like a starving man who hadn't eaten in a month. Kissing, sucking, licking; you name it; he did it! Everything that a human mouth can do to a vagina, he did it to me. I simply couldn't believe that any man could want a vagina as badly as he did. He was eating me like a man possessed. I can't even begin to describe the feelings he was bringing to my sopping wet pussy. Thank God that no one could see me because I must have looked absolutely idiotic. My left leg was up on the dash board; my foot (I was still wearing the tennis shoes) was firmly pressed into the area where the dash meets the windshield. My left hand was holding Avi's head against my crotch as hard as I could while with my other hand I was desperately grasping the back of the seat to keep from falling backward. I didn't have to worry about my right leg as Avi was firmly holding it and forcing it further out to the point that I would have made any UGA cheerleader envious of my ability to do a split. Suddenly, Avi's ferocious kissing and licking subsided and with his free hand he gently spread my lips, running his fingers upward. Now, he began to gently suck my clit and I have to tell you that I yelled at the top of my lungs (luckily, being inside the car somewhat muffled the noise). It was only a matter of seconds before I reached my orgasm. Unlike the previous night, it was not a gradual building of pleasure. This time, the explosion was on me with whatsoever no warning. I held Avi's head against my pubic area with every ounce of strength that I had (it's a wonder that I didn't kick the windshield out!) and, again, screamed at the top of my lungs. I can only describe my orgasm as totally earth shattering; probably the strongest that I had ever had in my life, up to that point. I slumped and relaxed my grip on Avi's head. Avi stood up and pulled me to my feet. Both of my legs ached from their stretching as I took a few steps forward. I looked down at Avi's crotch and saw that his big cock had swelled to proportions that seemed even greater than the previous night. I turned and stepped toward the granite bench that we had occupied the previous night, however, Avi gently but firmly pushed me in another direction. "What does he have on his mind, NOW?" I thought. It didn't take more than a few steps to find out. In the moonlight, I could make out a peculiar shaped monument that Avi seemed to be leading me toward. I had never seen one like it before or since (not that I take a lot of time studying tombstones). The monument was cylindrical in shape; sort of like a barrel lying on its side. I was totally puzzled as to what Avi wanted me to do but, at the same time, I was still so hot from his oral love-making that I was ready for anything that he wanted. We stepped up to the monument. I had no idea of what to do. Then, again, firmly and gently, Avi pushed me in such way that I was straddling the large piece of polished granite. As it was only a couple of feet off the ground, I was able to easily get my legs on either side of it. As I looked questioningly over my shoulder at Avi, he gently pushed down on my shoulders so that I was seated on it. I let out a slight squeal when the coolness of the granite touched my labia. Avi quickly seated himself behind me and gently cupped my breasts while he nuzzled and kissed my neck. At that point, I forgot about everything other than Avi. I completely trusted him and anything he wanted to do was fine with me. We sat there for awhile. Avi's touch on my breasts and neck were quickly making me ready for whatever he wished to do. I attempted to reach back and stroke his cock (which was almost as hard as the granite that we were sitting on) but we were so close that I couldn't reach it so I finally gave up and concentrated on what Avi was doing to me. Finally, Avi gently pushed my shoulders forward. "So, that's what he has in mind", I thought. I put my hands on the granite and leaned forward until I was fully prone. For a brief instant, I was afraid that I might slip off. However, I didn't have to worry. Avi's strong hands were going to keep me in exactly the position that he desired. He gently placed me so that my pubic area was even with the end of monument. At the other end, although my head hung over the other end, I was able to wrap my arms around the cool stone. My nipples became even stiffer as they rubbed against it. I squeezed my legs tightly around monument and waited for my lover to do as he wished. Avi knelt behind me. Again, the stone must have been terribly rough on his knees but his mind was obviously on other things. With one hand he lightly spread one of the cheeks of my butt. With the other, he placed the head of the stiff shaft against my well moistened labia. I gasped and waited for his inevitable entry. Avi deliberately teased me for a few brief moments, rubbing the big head up and down, all the way from my "back door" up to my clit and back again. Now, I began to moan both from anticipation and pleasure. I tightly gripped the granite and struggled to turn my head. "Avi, please, NOW," was all I could gasp. Avi didn't tease me any more. With one move he quickly put at least a half of the swollen shaft inside me. An instant later, with a lunge that took my breath away, I was accommodating the entire thing. I don't know what it was; maybe it was the angle from which he entered me; maybe it was my legs tightly gripping the monument. All I can say that the feeling of being invaded was like no other that I had ever felt. As he did the previous evening, Avi began to move to move easily, slowly, back and forth. It didn't take more than a few moments of the rhythmic stroking for me to begin moaning loudly. This certainly wasn't the first time that I had been taken "doggie style", however, it had never been this good. Suddenly, I realized that I was nearing another orgasm. My moaning was replaced by a little-girl type of whimpering that I had never voiced before. Avi sensed that I was getting close to the edge and increased the rate of his movements. That was all I needed. With a combination, again, of agony and pleasure, I squeezed the monument with all my might with both my arms and legs. Involuntarily, I lifted my butt and was startled to realize that this angle caused me to accept even more of Avi's big cock inside me. I began screaming and sobbing as he stabbed into me with even more force. I shuddered over and over again from the force of my orgasm. The waves of pleasure that I experienced put me in such a fog that I didn't even realize that Avi had reached his own, almost violent, orgasm. The only think I realized was that his cock was no longer as big and insistent as it had been and that he was now slumped heavily against me. We stayed that way for a few minutes, neither one of us wanting to move. Finally, I felt the now-limp cock sliding out me, followed by his warm liquid going down the insides of both my thighs. He gently helped me to a sitting position and then to my feet. I gently pulled on his arm and, as with last night, we sat down on the cool wet grass with the monument as our support. "Do you want me to get a towel?" he asked. I giggled, "Don't you dare move." As with the previous night, the sky was filled with stars. And, again, there seemed to be thousands of fireflies. Far in the distance, a cow was mooing over and over again. I had to smile to myself. I had probably sounded like that when Avi was screwing me. Neither one of us wanted to go back to Athens. We must have sat there for over an hour until finally we got up and began our walk back to the car. When we got to the car, I really can't say for sure what came over me. All that I knew was that, in the space of two nights, Avi had taken me to a place that I had never been before. I wanted to show him how much it had meant to me and really didn't know how to express it. One thing is for sure. At that point in my "social" life, I wasn't really very good at giving oral sex. Yes, I had done it with every guy that I had dated but I really didn't know what I was doing and it would have been a lie to say that I did. Still, as I said, I wanted to show my appreciation to Avi and a "thank you" blow job seemed to be a good way to do it. Avi opened the door and reached in for my clothes. Instead of taking them, I gently pushed Avi to a sitting position on the passenger side and knelt in the grass between his legs. Avi's eyes widened as he saw what I was interested in and was more than willing to let me do as I wished. Although Avi's cock was limp, it was still very impressive as it stretched over, against his thigh. I gently lifted the shaft and softly, tenderly, began licking around the head. I had no idea if Avi would be able to respond since he had had an orgasm just a little over an hour before. However, after a few moments of gently sucking and licking the cock head, I began to feel the big thing stirring in my hand. A few moments more and the swelling had increased to the point that I couldn't get my hand around the thick shaft. I gulped as I looked up at the thing. I had never been all that great at sucking a guy's cock before. Now, I was going to attempt to get a guy off who was bigger than anyone that I had ever had. I shook my head and closed my eyes. I was the one who had started this and now I had to be the one to finish it. I stretched my mouth (and jaw) as wide as I possible could. Although I was able to get the head and a very small portion of the shaft into my mouth, I knew that I was hopelessly overmatched. Still, I kept on trying. I found that although my jaw was aching I could take a few quick back and forth motions with my mouth and then use my hand to keep the big marble shaft occupied. So that was what I did for the next few minutes; some rapid, hard, movements back and forth on the big shaft followed by stuffing the big head in my mouth and going back and forth for nine or ten times. Avi loved it! I briefly looked up at him and found, to my great joy, that he was breathing heavily and that his head was bobbing back and forth. Taking a page from my book, he was holding onto the back of the car seat while keeping his free hand firmly on the back of my head. Then, suddenly, Avi stood up and I could feel his hips shaking. I knew then that he was about to come. He suddenly put both of his hands on the back of my head. Before, I really hated it when a guy would do that. It usually meant that he was going to stuff his cock deep in my mouth; something that invariably caused me to gag. However, with Avi, I kept a death grip (with both hands) on the thick shaft so that he couldn't stuff any more of that big thing in my mouth. Although my jaw was aching so badly that it was getting numb, I wasn't about to take Avi's cock out of my mouth. As I said, I had started it and I was going to finish it; no matter what I had to do. Then, thankfully, I heard Avi's gasp, followed by a string of Hebrew, "AAAAAHHHHHHHH!" I held on to the thick cock for dear life as Avi's hips jerked back and forth crazily. His hands tightened and then I could feel the big shaft convulsing followed by a warm liquid going down my throat. With the big head firmly in my mouth, there was no way that I could swallow. All that I could do was to tilt my head back and hope that gravity would take care of the situation. Finally, the convulsions stopped and Avi's grip on my head loosened. As the big cock began to soften, I drew my head back until the head of the big cock finally left my lips. I had to take a few moments to "get my head back together". Although I had a slight salty taste in my mouth, I had swallowed everything he had given me. I carefully examined Avi's cock in the bright moonlight. There were still a few drops of pearl oozing from the opening. Even though my jaw felt like it was broken, I gently parted my lips and sucked the remainder of his semen. Avi groaned. He was totally spent. Finally, he dropped to his knees and for the next few moments we tenderly kissed in the moonlight. Neither one of us spoke for awhile. Eventually, we got back to our feet and dressed, all the while smiling at each other. Avi, ever the gentleman, helped me into the car and closed the door. When we were back in the Athens city limits, and beneath the city lights, I saw an odd outline on the corner of the windshield. I blinked and looked closer. It was a perfect footprint from my tennis shoe! I shook my head and laughed softly. There was no way that I was going to leave that as an object of conversation for Avi's friends. I took one of the napkins and wiped it off. I looked over to see Avi trying to muffle a laugh. My Coming Out - A Look Backward When we arrived at my house, Avi slowly walked me to the door. "Would you like to go out on Wednesday?" he asked softly. "I think I might be free", was my response. We softly kissed and I went inside. As I was climbing the steps, I noticed that my legs weren't working all that well. The combination of being spread wide in the car and on the tombstone had caused me to use muscles that I hadn't utilized for a long time. I concentrated on trying to walk normally and stepped into the living room. As luck would have it, both Beth and Janet were still up watching television. Beth looked at me and laughed out loud, "Well, my, my, my. Look what the cat dragged in!" Janet's stare would have frozen water. She said nothing but I didn't really care. "See ya in the morning," was my only response. I went down to my room and closed the door. Looking in the mirror, I could see what Beth was referring to. My hair was all over the place and my lipstick was a total disaster. Again, I had to smile and think to myself that it had been totally worth it. That weekend set the tone for the entire summer. Just like clockwork, on Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday nights, Avi and I would end up in that old country cemetery. That was a routine that I never got tired of but, like a lot of good things, it had to come to an end. When Avi and I began our relationship, both of us knew that it would end when his time at UGA was over. There was no way that Avi would have remained in this country and I would have never considered moving to Israel. Our relationship was, in a sense, purely physical but that didn't mean that it wasn't meaningful. Gary's older brother is a huge (and I mean HUGE) fan of Bob Seger and a few years back he gave a Gary a copy of Seger's "Greatest Hits" album. There's a track on it called "Night Moves" and every time I hear it, I think about Avi and that special summer. There's a line in it that goes something like, "I used her and she used me; neither one of us cared." I think that just about sums up the relationship that Avi and I had. I mean, we didn't use each other in a mean or selfish way; we were just at stages in our life that we needed something and, fortunately, both of us had what the other needed. (You can make of that what you will!) Whoops! Back to the present time! Gary's taking the steaks off the grill and they smell absolutely heavenly. Time to eat! I glance back across our back yard. There's going to be a full moon tonight. The crickets and cicadas are chirping and there seems to be a zillion fireflies blinking on and off. A cool breeze has just started and the leaves on our big oak tree are gently rustling. All in all, a scene that takes me back again. Since our marriage, Gary and I have been to a lot of places and have seen a lot of things. We've been to the Rockies in the winter, New England in the autumn, and even Paris in the springtime. They're all great. But for this country girl, NOTHING will ever beat a "southern night" in Georgia. Try it sometime. You'll see what I mean.