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. This is the second edition of 'Women I have Known.'
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Jane was one of the prettier women I dated in college. She tended towards petite, had lovely pale white skin, sparkling eyes, and a short button-nose. I met her in the dorms in my early years, but never dated her then...nor did I even fuck her. The women in my own dorm seemed to quickly take on a sister-like aura. While many of the guys on my floor seemed determined to have sex with as many of the girls in our residence halls as they could, I, for the most part, abstained. It was not a perfect record of abstinence, but it was darn close.
Perhaps it was this reserve which ended up paying off in a roundabout way. Many of the girls on my floor were pleased to report to other women they knew on campus that I was a stand up guy and not just on the make.
I have to admit I used these recommendations on more than one occasion to prove I was not wholly wholesome. While most of the men on my floor were conscientiously avoiding at least one woman on the floor they had wronged, lied to, or defiled, I could safely roam my own building: any women I had used for my pleasure were safely across the quad.
But back to Jane. She was not overly kinky but also seldom rebuffed my advances. She was happy to fuck in any position, enjoyed sucking my cock, and adored being eaten when the right mood struck her. On one or two occasions I came in her mouth. It was something she clearly did not enjoy but she was a decent sport about it. I had also gently tried to engage her in pleasures of the anal variety. (I have always felt, and I still do, that you have not truly 'had' a woman until you've had her ass.) When going down on Jane I had tried to slip my mouth down south of her pussy a few times. No sooner had my lips or tongue found her taint than she would move her body into a position that got me right back to kissing her furry cunt. When fucking her from behind I also tried to touch her delightful dark rosebud. I also met with no success. She would reach back and remove my hand or tell me to stop it.
One night when we were rather drunk on tequila I asked her directly why she never wanted to try anal sex. She said it was gross but if it would make me happy we could try it then and there. I could tell it was the tequila talking, but I was not going to turn down a shot at finally scoring Jane's slender ass. The tequila must have been the cause of her agreeing, and it must have been the cause of her passing out a few moments late. I ended up in the bathroom jacking off to thinking what might have been. The next morning Jane did recall the incident...vaguely. I told her she had passed out before we could do it. She seemed glad and reiterated it was a gross thing to do.
A month or so later Jane went to a friend's sorority party. She dropped by my place well after midnight. She seemed in odd mood, but was clearly not drunk.
"What's up, Jane?"
"I'm high."
"A little pot, eh?"
"Nope," she smiled. "We did Ecstasy."
I was never a fan of any drugs beyond pot, and I had never known Jane to show an interest in them either. I was starting to give her my 'dangers of drugs' speech when Jane interrupted me. "Don't be such a square. It feels great."
"I just don't want you to become drug user."
"I won't. Maybe you should take the opportunity to fuck me."
I walked towards her, "Maybe I will."
Then Jane shocked me. "I mean in the ass."
"Huh?" was all I could muster.
"Oh, come on. You've been wanting to since we met. I might not ever say yes again."
