I first met my Suz back in 6th grade, back in Earth Science. We sat at the same lab table, and I think we were in love right from the start. We were each other's first kiss, and later, we took each other's virginities. We were together all through high school, but parted for college, as we each went to separate schools.
Suz had had a difficult upbringing. Her mother had died when she was only 10, and she had been primarily raised by the help of her strict, very religious father. I was a lanky bean pole of a boy, very tall, and very skinny, and I'm afraid, not very attractive to the ladies. So, our early experiences together weren't very exciting.
If you're here, you probably want to here all of my stories about my insatiable slut of a wife. But before I tell you how Suz and I ended up where we are today, I want to tell you the story of how I became who I am today.
It all started in college, like it does for many people. Suz and I had amicably decided to put our relationship in a weird place, since she was being forced to go on a mission trip that summer by her father, and was then being forced to go to a Chrstian school in Virginia, while I was going to a large state school in the midwest. Not really breaking it off, but not really continuing either. We agreed we could see other people, and if we saw each other again, we'd share everything. My college experience would turn out to be eye opening for sure. I met Amy on my second day of school.
She was so amazingly different from Suz physically. Suz is short, 5' 1", and maybe 140 pounds, extremely curvy. She has large D cup breasts, a small waist, and large hips and thighs, with a round butt. Most people notice her raven black hair, which is long and curly, and is almost all the way down her back.What drew me to her, and what continues to drive me to her today are her beautiful green eyes. Amy, on the other hand, is what you would call lithe. She was much taller, 5'7", with smaller B cup breasts, and a tight, almost boyish figure. Athletic. If you saw her, you might think "swimmer", or "runner". She had short, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. She was hot in a way that is hard to describe. There's just something about her that screams "SEX!". Like, you knew she would be down for literally anything. Anywhere. Any time.
Amy and I just clicked immediately. I was a long distance runner, but I'm very tall, 6' 5", so I was never going to be very successful, but my endurance was always an 11 on a 1 to 10 scale. Eventually, Amy (of course) would steer my running career to distances longer than marathons, and I would find my niche and excel athletically. But even back then, I was always running. Always in shape, but always a sweaty mess. And that was when I met Amy. She was running at the time, and had been following me for some time, and when I stopped after her following me for more than an hour, she came up to talk to me, and asked me out on the spot. It was a shocking change from my high school days, where Suz was the first and only woman who was ever interested in me.
Amy was in pre-med, and was going to be a doctor. A surgeon. She was insanely smart. I don't say that lightly, being a mechanical engineer and pretty smart myself, but Amy was just... smarter. She was also the stereotypical type A personality, which was great for me, since I was far more laid back, and willing to just let her take control. I was definitely the first guy Amy had ever been with who was close to her level of intelligence, even if I knew I wasn't.
We clicked immediately, and discovered we were in several of the same classes and could study together. Amy was rooming with her sister Jen, who was a year older than us. Amy also had two other girlfriends, Ann and Fiona, who were also both pre-med, and in the same classes, so we could all study together. My roommate was a music major, and was always playing his guitar, so studying at my place was always out. So we were always at Amy and Jen's place.
We were about a week into our relationship when Amy and I first had sex, and it was mind blowing for this small town midwestern boy. While sex with Suz had been good, or so I thought, Amy was deeply free and open. Sex with Suz had been very vanilla, just straight missionary, but there had been lots of eye contact, and Suz and I shared a deep connection somehow, which had made it pretty great. But, we were inexperienced, had only the barest idea of sticking tab A into slot B, as it were. Amy, on the other hand, was experienced and type A to boot.
The first time we had sex, she stopped me and started explaining things to me. Telling me the best way to lick her, the best way to move. Exactly what to do. She was open, and told me to be. The first time we had sex? Four hours. Not because we were actually doing it the whole time, but because she had standards, and I was going to meet them, so she tirelessly explained everything to me, and then showed me exactly how to do things. Made me do things multiple times, slowly, over and over. She was also a dirty talker, which Suz had not been, of course. All in all, our first time? It still lives in my mind. Amy taught me patience, which, as an 18 year old boy, I did not have. My lovemaking skills are 100% from Amy.
Amy was also what nicer people call "adventurous", but what most people call "freaky". She was close to insatiable, and willing, heck, wanted to try everything. Nothing was off the table. And being a type A person, she wanted research! She loved porn, and would watch it all the time. She kept a little notebook on her at all times, and would take small notes while watching, recording things she wanted to try or things that made her hot. We would have sex every single night that first year, and she would always give me a list of new things to try, every night. Imagine coming up with something new every night! It was crazy, looking back on it, but a huge education for both of us.
Of course, not everything was unicorns and glitter, and Amy suffered from insecurity issues. Her parents were very hard on her and her sister Jen, and expected ridiculous things from them. Amy wasn't just going to be a doctor, she had to be a surgeon, and she wasn't allowed to be an "average" surgeon. There was only one thing that would satisfy her parents, the absolute best. Stupid. As hard as it was for Amy, it was much worse for her sister. Jen was nothing like Amy physically. She was a little shorter 5'5", but much curvier, with extremely striking almost white blonde hair and blue eyes. Jen was also an artist. Imagine the pressure from her parents. So she was being forced from painting to take a "safety major" of graphic design.
Jen loved men. Unlike Amy, who basically wanted one guy she could train to satisfy her exactly how she wanted, Jen wanted lots of men. Different men. All the time. It wasn't uncommon for her to date two or three guys at the same time. I never bothered to learn their names after the first few, because I knew I'd never see them again. She was extremely free with details, probably too free. Amy and Jen would discuss intimate relationship details as easy as most people might mention a hangnail or something. On the plus side, it was always nice to hear a comment from Amy about my pussy eating skills, or something. Amy never had a single bad thing to say about me, which really made me love her more. All of Jen's men had failings.
Ann and Finona were also always around too, frequently hearing details of Amy and my sex life I sure didn't want shared. Ann had a loser of a boyfriend named Steve who would also show up occasionally. He was a business major, and would be taking over his father's business one day, so he didn't really need to study. He was there to party and have a good time before "real life" set in. It was obvious to me from day one that Steve was using Ann, and he would be dumping her the second someone better came along. Fiona was shy, introverted, and never had a boyfriend, at least that I saw. They were both extremely cute, and I liked both of them.
Amy and I had been dating about a month when she had her first health scare. She was dizzy, light headed, and struggling to think straight one day. I took her to the campus medical center, and found out she was basically over-exerted to the point of her body failing. There was a huge fight with her parents and Jen, and lots of tears, but I think her parents got the message that they were pushing too hard, and backed off. Her parents were deeply indebted to me for helping her, and from then on, I was number one in their eyes, the boy who saved their daughter's life, although it was nothing like that.
Amy's doctor had told her she needed to slow down, get more sleep, and get more rest. Imagine telling a type A person to slow down. But Amy did cut back. A little, anyway. It was at this point that "movie night" became a thing. Every couple of nights, rather than study, we'd all get together, watch a movie, and hang out. You know, like normal college kids. It was awesome.
Jen started dating a foreign exchange student named Marco, and they would have sex in the room all the time, which started impacting Amy and I having sex all the time. Prior to Marco, Jen had always gone to the guy's room, which was great. But Marco, being international, lived in a special dorm, and it was not easy to be alone there. So our room it was! Honestly, I'd love to know how many times kids did it in that room. Crazy.
Amy and I took to running at night, and would run out into the countryside around campus, drop a blanket from my small backpack, and fuck like bunnies, pack up, and head back. Amy loved having sex in the open. She had also recently discovered a fetish for my cum. She had loved oral sex from the start of our relationship, but in true Amy fashion, had to be the best at it, and had been working to deep throat me. The first time she really went at it, she had gagged slightly, pulled away, and that had sent me over the edge, and I came all over her face. She had looked shocked for a second, then started using her tongue to lick it up, then used her fingers to push it into her mouth and clean herself up. So hot. I don't even remember going limp the first time it happened. She just pushed me back, and sat on me, and rode me until I came in her.