This is more of a true story/ recollection of true events rather than a work of fiction. To be fair, however, I have added some language and events to spice things up.
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I met my wife in college. I was at a frat party when I spotted this beauty from across the room (yes, I know how cheesy it sounds). I could normally play it cool around women, but there was something about her, and I couldn't stop glancing her way quite often. Long blonde hair, tall, athletic build, tits that were not too big but certainly not too small.
She was with some guy I didn't know, and to be honest she didn't look like she was into him. She caught me looking her way a few times and always smiled. Her date was getting more and more drunk as the night went on until he could barely stand. At one point, they were walking past me, her holding him up, when he bumps into me and falls to the ground. She apologizes to me as she tries lifting him up and fails.
"Do you need help?" I said.
"Yes, would you mind?"
I told her that I didn't mind at all, and picked the guy up and put him over my shoulder. This was a huge mistake, as my back immediately screamed out in pain, but I had to be macho of course and flex.
Luckily, he lived in the house we were in, so I carried him up the stairs to his room and plopped him on his bed. I assumed she would stay to look after him, but she followed me out the door. I tried not to let on that my back muscles felt on fire as I asked her why she wasn't staying with him.
"This was our first date, and to be honest he was kind of driving me nuts."
I gave her that head nod that says "I totally get it" and just stood there a moment. She didn't move either, so we just stood there looking at each other with goofy smiles on our faces.
I'm sure it was only seconds, but it felt like forever. Not in a bad way, just that neither of us seemed able to think of anything to say.
Finally, she said "Well, thank you very much. That was very nice of you. I think I'm just going to call it a night and walk home."
She started to walk away when she stopped, and asked if I would mind walking her home.
"Of course I wouldn't mind," I said.
We walked slowly, which I think we both did subconsciously. She told me her name is Hailee, and I told her my name is Aiden. I don't recall everything we talked about, but we were certainly having a great time getting to know each other. We got to her dorm building and stood outside for hours, just talking. When the sun started to come up, I told her that I wished we could keep talking, but I had plans that day that I couldn't break.
"I understand. No problem. Thank you again and it was nice meeting you. "
She started opening the door, when I turned and said "Maybe we could continue our conversation later?"
"I was hoping you'd ask," she said with a smile. She wrote her phone number on my hand and told me to call her anytime.
Normally I tried to play it cool and wait a day or two to call a girl, but I absolutely could not wait this time and called that night.
We spent the next couple weeks spending practically every day together. If we weren't in class, we were hanging out. She would let me kiss her, but no matter how hot and heavy we got, she wasn't ready for sex. I know this will make me sound like an asshole, but before Hailee if a girl didn't give it up within the first week, I moved on. I had no desire to do so now. In fact, it didn't bother me as much as I thought.
She told me she wasn't a prude, she just associated sex with a certain amount of commitment. Not marriage exactly, but no one night stands. Until....
We had been dating for about 6 months with no sex. One night we got home from a party and were making out on her bed (her roommate was not there). She was really getting into it when she stopped and just stared into my eyes. She had this look, like I was a piece of meat and she was a lioness. She climbed onto my lap, facing me, and shoved her tongue down my throat, and as she was pulling back she bit my lip and tugged on it a bit. It didn't hurt much, and indeed it made me rock hard.
She did it again, and suddenly she was taking off her shirt. I was stunned and didn't know what to do. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts, squeezing my hands and still kissing me. She ripped my shirt up over my head, and started licking and sucking my nipples. I'd never really had anyone do that to me before, but I very much enjoyed it.
She reached behind her and released her bra. Her tits were amazing. I sucked on them and flicked my tongue over her nipples. She was breathing heavy and moaning with pleasure.
"Pinch them for me," she said. I did as she told me, and her body began to shake, almost like she was coming.
She stood up and started removing her pants and underwear.
"Get your fucking clothes off," she said in a husky voice. Naturally, I complied.
When we were both naked, she climbed onto my lap, facing me. She grabbed my dick and basically shoved it inside her. She was so wet that I slid right in. Her pussy was (and still is!) amazing... so hot, wet, and tight.
She started moving her hips back and forth, like her life depended on it. She kept staring into my eyes, riding me faster and faster, until she came so hard I thought she was having convulsions.
When she finally stopped shaking, she looked me in the eyes and began giggling, and then kissing me.
"What's so funny?" I said, not sure how to interpret her reaction.
"I'm sorry," she said breathlessly. "I can't stop cumming."
She started kissing me slowly, sensually. She started licking my ear and whispered, "Fuck me, please."
I picked her up and placed her on her back on the bed. I grabbed her ankles, spread her legs, and slid inside her. I was fucking her so hard that we were sliding all over the bed. After a few minutes, I came inside her, and basically collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her legs around me and began kissing my neck.
"Not that I'm complaining," I said, "but what the hell just happened?"
