There are all shapes and sizes of cocks in the world and different women like different kinds. If you're a very lucky woman you wind up with a guy who's dick feels just right for you, hitting all the right spots in just the right way. When I was in college I dated a guy who had that perfect cock for me.
His name was Brian. We met early my freshman year and fell for each other right away. He had a certain way about him, boyishly cute but with a slightly cocky confidence that you didn't expect because he wasn't like some big stud, just a cute, preppy guy... but Oh My God his cock drove me crazy!
We didn't even have sex until after we had dated a few weeks. I had been raised as a "good Catholic girl" with a fear of sex and was very inexperienced. It took awhile for Brian to convince me but when we finally did, it was amazing.
Brian's cock wasn't exactly huge but it was incredibly thick, "like a Diet Coke can" I used to say, and that girth was what did the trick, stretching and filling my young pussy perfectly, making me cum every time we fucked, which quickly became a LOT.
The amazing thing is that he didn't need to do anything else other than fuck me to make me cum. We did other stuff of course once my Catholic guilt subsided. He would eat my pussy and finger me, play with my clit, and even slide a finger into my ass occasionally when I was riding on top of him, but that thick cock on it's own thrusting into me, filling and stretching my tight young pussy just did it for me.
Unfortunately our relationship wasn't as good as the sex. Brian developed a big drinking problem and just became too much of a drunk to deal with. It was sad to see and I did what I could to try and help but it was too big a problem for me to solve and we finally broke up towards the end of our sophomore year. He tried a few times to get back together with me and we even fucked a few times here and there, but even with the sex being so great he just had too much of a problem for me to stay in the relationship.
After college I got married to a wonderful, sweet, successful man. We had a pretty good sex life but his cock was simply average and orgasms always took a lot of work, usually only coming only from my rubbing my clit furiously while my husband pumped away uselessly in my pussy. And now after 20 plus years of marriage, our sex life had grown completely stale and boring.
I lost track of Brian after school but thought of him from time to time and often masturbated remembering him and some of our sexier sessions from our two years together.Years later when Facebook first came along, I looked him up out of curiosity. I was happy to learn he had gone to rehab and had gotten his drinking problem under control. He was married and lived in Boston where he was a mid level executive. We touched base a few times but our lives were separate and far apart and that was the end of it.
Until...
As my daughter Samantha started her senior year we began to discuss colleges and a couple schools in the Boston area were high on her list so we made plans to visit over a long weekend.
I found my mind wandering to Brian. Was he still there? It might be fun just to see him for lunch or dinner to give my daughter some local insight, I told myself, but really I was just curious and excited to see an old flame.
I sent Brian a Facebook message and he quickly agreed to meet us for dinner at a restaurant he recommended. I urged him to invite his wife to help it all seem proper and he said he would, so on the third night of our college trip my daughter and I took an Uber to meet a man whom I had simply described to her as "an old college friend".
We entered the quaint café a bit late and were led to a corner booth where Brian was already seated. Even though he had aged he still had that same boyish charm I remembered and a devilish spark in his eye as he greeted us, hugging me firmly before warmly shaking my daughters hand. His wife, he apologized, was unable to join us.
"That's too bad, I would have loved to have met her." I said politely, but inside I was not at all disappointed as it would have been awkward as my heart began racing the moment I saw him and I noticed a familiar tingle between my legs as we slid into the booth.
Brian was as adorably cute and charming as I remembered and as the night wore on I drank a fair amount of wine to ease the nervousness of this meeting. I found myself feeling tipsy and a little embarrassed by how excited I was and I kept catching Brian looking at me with a gleam in his eye that made my breathing quicken and my pussy moisten.
It was the way he had used to look at me in college and I found myself feeling a little flushed every time his eyes met mine. Partly I was nervous about my daughter noticing, but I was also flustered because my pussy was getting wetter and wetter with each glance.
To make matters worse, Brian seemed to sense I was turned on which just goaded him on as he continued to give me that look every time he could catch my eye. It was like the old days again; he wanted to fuck me and I couldn't help but feel aroused at the thought.
It was all making me so nervous with my daughter there but the secrecy added to my arousal. Thankfully she seemed oblivious as she finished her pasta and checked her phone constantly as bored teenagers do, even as Brian's eyes seemed to undress me right there at the table.
The situation was really getting to me. I don't know if it was the wine or how badly my pussy was yearning for him but my breathing was becoming fast and light and my head was reeling. I needed to get away to pull myself together.
I glanced at my watch noticing it was just after 10:00. "Oh my, Sam, we're going to need to go soon, it's late." I announced. "If you two will excuse me for a moment, I need to pop in to the ladies room." Brian smiled broadly at me with that damn knowing twinkle and my daughter just picked up her phone again.
I was happy to find that the restaurant had private, individual restroom as I needed some privacy to gather myself. I locked the door with a click behind me and leaned back against the wall with a deep sigh. What was happening to me? Why was Brian having this effect on me? Just his glances had my pussy wet and tingling with desire even as I was totally unnerved. I went to the sink and ran some cold water as I looked into the mirror.
At 44 years old I could see the signs of aging around my eyes but I took care of myself, doing yoga regularly and exercising so my body was still lean and toned even as middle age crept up on me. I stared into the matured face of the college girl Brian had known and took a deep breath. My face was a little flushed but not half as bad as I felt it might be with the way he kept looking at me. sI was startled out of my thoughts by a quiet firm knock on the door.
"Yes! Just a minute!" I called out. Damn, I had thought I might have some time to myself.
"Molly... It's me... Let me in!" Brian's hushed voice called from the other side.
