During my junior year at Harvard I had the good fortune of living in a co-ed dorm, and the great fortune of having my girlfriend, a beautiful brunette, living just down the hall.
One night, after a South House party, Jess and I retired to her room where we started making out. Maybe it was the wine, but Jess had a lascivious gleam in her eye as she broke the kiss and got up off the bed to stand in front of me.
"So what would you like me to do tonight?" she asked.
"Well, you could start by getting naked," I suggested helpfully.
"Excellent idea," she said as she pulled the shirt over her head. Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra and released her magnificent breasts. Grasping them in her small hands, she twisted her rosy nipples until they stood straight out. "Not bad, huh?" she giggled.
"Damn right," I agreed, and reached out to touch her soft flesh. But she slapped my hand away.
"Not so fast, buster," she scolded, "I've still got work to do." With that she unbuttoned the fly of her jeans and peeled them over her full hips. She then turned her back to me and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slid them to the floor.
"Okay, now what?" she asked innocently.
"Kiss me," I begged.
Jess lunged at me, and we locked together in a furious embrace, tongues and hands swirling and exploring, both of us gasping for breath. Again, Jess pulled us up short. Taking my face in her hands, she looked me straight in the eye. "Tonight is your night. Anything you have ever wanted to do -- anything -- just tell me. I want to be your fantasy."
Now, Jess and I had been going out for nearly two years at that point, and, in fact, I had lost my virginity to her. Our sex life was great. We had done almost everything imaginable...except. I decided to test her resolve.
"Do you mean anything?"
"Anything," she stated with finality.
"Well, do you remember telling me about your first lover, back in high school? You said that you made love constantly, and that once, while you were having your period, he even fucked your ass?"
"Yes," she drawled.
"How about it?"
She paused a moment. "I don't think I mentioned that he was a lot smaller than you are. If we're going to do this, I'm going to need some Vaseline."
My heart sank. "But I don't have any..." I sputtered.
"Fortunately, I do. Down in my room," she stated triumphantly.
"Well, let's go!" I said.
"Indeed," she agreed, climbing off the bed. She crossed the room and opened the door. "Aren't you coming?" she asked.
"Aren't you going to get dressed first?" I gasped.
"No," was all she said as she stepped out into the hallway.
For a long moment, I just sat there stunned. Keep in mind that this was the early eighties, long after the 'anything goes' of the sixties had past.
I leapt to the door and stepped out into the hall. At first I couldn't see Jess, or anyone else for that matter. I sighed with relief, assuming that she had made it down to the other end of the hall without incident, and would be waiting for me in her room.
I started to follow, but froze when I heard her laughter coming from the dorm's common room ahead and to the left. I was around the corner in a heartbeat, and there she stood, naked as the day she was born, surrounded by a group of our friends from the hall -- four guys and two girls.