Shelly ran a fingertip idly along the rim of the wineglass. The fire had dwindled somewhat, the embers glowing under the burnt logs and casting the room into darkness. Her eyelids were half-closed, a stray strand of blonde hair falling unnoticed over her nose. She slowly sipped, her tongue darting out to capture a droplet of chardonnay from her lower lip. I leaned forward and pushed a fresh log into the fireplace, and she stirred from her reverie and looked at me.
"Tell me a story," she said softly, her dark eyes glinting as the fire rose again. I settled into my chair, letting my memory drift back to days not so long past, but forever out of reach.
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Her name was Sue. I transferred to the college as a junior and my first semester found me in a temporary room on a coed floor, with girls down one wing and boys down the other. I was in a converted study hall right in the center, with two other late arrivals that also hadn't received permanent room assignments. I fell in with the party crowd fairly quickly. Sue was in her own circle of friends, but we all kind of blended together during the evening. I was pretty wrecked at one party the gang went to and Sue and I ended up walking alone back to the dorm. She was kind of cute, a bit pear-shaped but with a sweet smile and incredibly gentle eyes. We went back to her room and sat on her bed talking, and I kissed her neck. She didn't really understand how messed up I was. I'm not saying I wouldn't have wanted to do it, just that my inhibitions were essentially zeroed out. We lay on her bed and kissed for a time, my hands gently fondling her breasts and stroking her hips.
We talked during the next couple of days and said we wanted to make love to each other. The details of our kiss-framed conversations are mostly lost, but I remember her confiding that she although she wasn't a virgin, she had never had an orgasm.
After a few days, I had my room to myself for an evening. Extra beds were also stored in this room, and I pushed two together to give us something decent to lie on besides the typical college dorm bed. In her room that first night I had kissed her breasts. She was young and her breasts rode soft and firm, the undersides round but still without sag. Pale pink nipples were centered on pale white skin, their center with just a tiny rise even when erect. Under one nipple was a nearly invisible semicircle scar, the remnant of some operation from her youth.
Now in my homemade double bed we kissed as we removed our clothes. She kept out of the sun; her skin was smooth and pale, her hips wide and flaring into solid thighs. She kept her pubic hair trimmed short, with a natural shape. I told her she was beautiful. She gave a shy smile, but lay back to let me look. Her thighs opened slowly as my finger slid along her pussy, slipping inside the thin hairs to feel the inner edges. Her labia felt dry and my finger ran up and down a couple of times before probing lower. There it was like a flower opening and my middle finger encountered a warm slickness. She softly moaned and we kissed, her legs opening wider as I pushed my finger in to the second knuckle, feeling the soft walls of her pussy. I slid my finger over her labia, bringing her juices out to coat her whole pussy. She held my cock with both hands, running it back and forth between her palms.
I rolled on top and she spread her legs for me. For whatever reason, Mr. Happy was not immediately cooperative. It softened just enough that I couldn't press into her and after a few minutes I lay next to her again, disappointed and a little embarrassed. She held me and said it was okay and we continued to kiss.
