If you are looking for stories about people with perfect bodies - 38D silicone breasts and 10 inch penises - who can fuck non-stop for 8 hours, then I most certainly am not your author. If, however, you enjoy a story that's based virtually on fact, then remain in your seat and perhaps you'll enjoy a fond recollection of mine. I hope to make this the first memory of 'Women I have Known.'
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I will guess this happened in the mid 1980's. If I am off by more than a year or two I'll be shocked, and the date has little bearing on the story. It happened in my college years on a west coast campus.
Most people date a variety of people while at university, and, unless we marry them, most fade off into the sunset of our sexual memories...perhaps returning occasionally if they had some special skill or if we shared some epic sexual moment.
Kelly was cute to be sure, but nobody would recall her based solely on her looks. She was an outstanding athlete in the sport of soccer. Her height and weight were average, and she tended to the side of being overly-muscled. She had small breasts, lovely green eyes, and as I recall the most exquisite stomach: taught, defined, and no fat. Her hair was medium length, brown, and worn mostly in a pony-tail to make life easier as a student-athlete. Her two from teeth had a small gap, but if anything that was alluring rather than a flaw.
I was tall, lean, blonde and at least decent enough good-looking to be able never have to go for any prolonged period of time without being able to sink my cock into some willing coed's wet pussy. My sport was tennis, and I met Kelly through some mutual friend of hers who was on the woman's tennis team.
We met at one social gathering or another. She was too drunk to drive home. I offered her a ride back to her dorms, and before the night was over we'd had a passionate make-out session in my car. An official first date followed. The obligatory waiting times were observed and within a month I finally fucked her in her dorm room on an evening her roommate had gone home for the weekend. The sex was good. I think she came, but I was too much the novice to really know for sure...and I was too self-conscious to ask directly.
We fell into a routine of dating and she went on the pill. The sex was good but infrequent. We were both relatively diligent students, we both took our sports seriously...she more so since she got a partial scholarship, and we both had roommates who also seemed to have the nerve to want total access to their quarters to study in.
September can be boiling hot in California, and thus was the case this Thursday. Kelly had a soccer match at 4, and I had a tennis match at 5. As was my habit I watched the first half of Kelly's match before walking across the street to the tennis courts. Kelly played well. She was knocked to the grass several times, and took an elbow to the cheek, but this did not deter her efforts. By the time I had to leave I could see the sweat dripping into her eyes and her wet shirt was clinging to her lithe body.
With this vision in my head I trotted off to my match. I had not finished warming up before sweat was dripping from the bill of my cap. By the end of my match my shirt and shirts were soaked through. I don't recall the score, but I know I won since I was in a good mood. I poured a bottle of water over my head, drank another, and enjoyed two bottles of beer with my teammates. I could feel the salt residue on my face.
I assumed Kelly would be back to her dorms by now. I headed over, since I wanted to see if she and her team had been victorious. I arrived in the lobby at the same time as her. She had indeed won, and had just come back from a victory pizza party. She showed me her mouth as we walked up the stairs. Her gum had been cut in the clash with the opponents' elbow, but victory had taken the sting out of the injury. She had switched into flip-flops but still wore her soccer jersey and shorts. They looked as sweaty and gross as my own tennis gear. Her hair was a mess. The pony-tail had become largely undone and wisps of sweaty hair hung across her face.
