This is a multi-part story and to avoid getting beaten up by the category police it will span several categories as we go along, Part one is about the first time Sylvia and Baxter make love. Part two takes us through their romance and continued love and respect for one another but it has a tragic ending.
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We enjoyed the rest of our night at the hotel and I have to say, when we left, we were spent. We walked through the lobby and I wanted to tell everyone that we took each other's virginity and that it was one of the most exciting weekends of our lives.
I had a class that afternoon so I really had to get back to school, when I walked into the dorm, I must have had the just been fucked glow or maybe it was the dried cum in my hair that I missed. I don't know and I didn't care but it seemed like everyone knew I just got laid.
The next month or so was a little challenging. I so much wanted to make love to Baxter every chance we got, but he seemed very standoffish. We were together a couple times in my dorm room but Baxter was very shy about it. When we talked, he said he is not comfortable with people thinking I was in my room fucking all the time.
The way our dorms are set up each dorm has a common area, a micro kitchen, a bathroom and four private bedrooms. And they are co-ed.
I said, "Baxter, everyone in the building is fucking, one of my roommates has been fucked at least a half dozen times in the past two weeks and it was with three different guys. We are not fucking; we are making love. That might sound like semantics, in the biological sense, it is the same thing but in the emotional sense, it is totally different."
He agreed but said, "I don't want people seeing me coming and going and calling you a slut because they think you are getting fucked every night."
I said, "That is why you are so special, you care more about me than getting laid. Thank you." And I gave him a big kiss.
Fortunately, each dorm group had a bathroom so it was not like we had to walk down the public corridors to get to the bathroom. We agreed that we were just going to move forward as a couple who are very much on love and if anyone had an issue with it, well... fuck them.
So, as we went on, we slept together at least three or four times a week. I would say that I have become addicted and I felt like I could not get enough, I just loved getting fucked. We did have to get good old fashion robes even though we prohibited them on our first night. We experimented with every position possible and Baxter was really good about delivering twice and sometimes three times in a night
One of my favorite things to do was watching TV together with him on his back and me resting my head on his chest while I got to touch and hold his penis. Once I got it hard, I would just slide down to suck on him so I could take his cum in my mouth. He would tease me about my infatuation with cock sucking and I finally told him about the time I sucked off three guys at once. Evidently, he was intrigued by the story because he was hard again in seconds. I of course, didn't mind taking him in my mouth a second time.
We continued our love for one another through our sophomore and Junior years at school. By now, my roommates were referring to us as being an old married couple. Bottom line was that no one cared that we were in my room sleeping together or maybe I should say, not sleeping together.
We took every opportunity to make love everywhere we could. We had more quickies when there was risk of getting caught than you can imagine. When it was warm outside, I would typically wear a skirt that left easy access for Baxter to do me in a hurry. We were in love and behaved like a couple dogs in heat.
Out of the blue, Baxter asked me to marry him. I of course, said yes and we had a July wedding on Cape Cod, just before our senior year.
One evening a month before our wedding, my mother took me and my dress to a lingerie shop in Boston. I had never been there before but the clerk obviously knew my mom. They greeted each other by first names, with a big hug and kiss. Mom introduced me to Mary and told her I was getting married in two weeks.
Mary said, "So can I assume you are here for some special underthings for the big day", I was blushing and before I could say a word mom told Mary that I found a very nice gentleman. They smiled at one another as if they were sharing some secret code. Mary said, we got you covered, that young man will lose his mind when he sees what is under your dress. Mary turned and locked the front door then lowered the shades explaining, we do this for special customers after hours so we have the freedom to really do things right.
Mary looked at me and said, "Ok, take everything off."
I said, "Excuse me."
Mary said, "Honey, I have been fitting naked women for almost ten years, do you want to be perfect for your gentlemen?"
Mary is a very pretty women in her late twenties, who had a very sexy look, every detail was perfect. I later found out that Mom and Dad have been coming to this store for over twenty years. The store was opened by Mary's mother who has since retired, but Mary has been working here since she was sixteen. Jokingly, it has been suggested that due to their many purchases over the years, my mom and dad single handedly paid for her retirement home in Boca.
Mom said, "Sylvia, you have seen my beautiful lingerie, I get it all right here from Mary and her mom, I have stood before Mary and her mom, naked more times than I can remember."
Mary added, "Every time I see your dad, he thanks me because, he knows who is responsible for contributing to your mom looking so sexy."
