I finally got to fuck May in August, and after that I couldn't get enough of her. I had met May early in our summer breaks from college and had chased after her all summer. I thought we were both inexperienced, but eventually learned it was me more than my new girlfriend.
I had only had one other real girlfriend, and we had dated for less than four months. Before her, my sexual experience consisted of a sympathy hand job. A friend and I had hooked up with a couple of girls at a party. We took them to his place but my girl bailed. After she had been fucked hard by my friend in his bedroom, she felt bad for me sitting in the den alone and...helped me out...with her hand. I remember feeling rather pathetic, but also so grateful and excited.
May had also only had one boyfriend (who she broke up with just a couple of weeks before we met), but her first experience was with a guy twice her age at work. She told me all about it one day while she was giving me a handjob in the car. The previous summer, she was an intern, her first job, and this very handsome guy named Rick apparently turned the heads of all the girls at the office. He was married but his wife was often out of town. May felt flattered when he turned his attention to her. He complimented her on a dress she wore and she started to wear it every week, and looked for other outfits that were similar. He invited her out for drinks one Friday night. Rick was a smooth talker, very confident and made her feel special. One day after work, they went back to his place and...he took her virginity. I came as she told me this, but she continued, seeming like she was lost in her story. She told me that after that she was fucking him regularly, one time even in the stairwell at work. It all stopped when his wife found him in bed with another girl from the office. When May told me all this there was a faraway look in her eyes and I could tell she didn't regret any of it.
May did seem to enjoy fucking. She was always up for it when we had the chance. We both lived at our parents' places for the summer, so there was a lot of backseat action. Our sessions were generally pretty 'basic', due to space and time constraints, but also my lack of imagination. The wildest encounter was one time in my basement when my parents were away. We had had a basic fuck session and I asked her if she ever heard back from the older guy.
"I...I don't know..." she hesitated.
"You don't know if you saw him again." I asked, teasing her a little.
"No...I saw him...but I'm not sure you..."
"It's ok May. Please tell me." I begged.