I've been asked, numerous times, to write this story. Unlike my preceding stories, this story is 100% true. So, this is a little new for me, laying this out for the world to see....
I was going to college in Alaska, and a coworker was helping me with my homework, as a tutor. Yea, I know, totally clichΓ©, right? Anyways, he'd help with my homework, and then we'd sit around and talk about work and other stuff. He'd kissed me once before this night, and I just blew it off as nothing really. We talked for a while, and then fell silent.
He leaned in to kiss me, and I kissed him back, just as thoroughly. Kissing him set my body on fire. Every cell in my body was screaming to take this man to bed with me. I pulled away from him, a bit dazed from his kiss. I took a deep breath, nervous as a schoolgirl, though I was 25. He saw my nervousness, took my hand and led me upstairs.
By the time the door shut in the bedroom, I had my confidence back. The room was dark, but I could see well enough. I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, and breathed him in. He was tall, over 6 feet, and broad across the back. I ran my hands across his chest and stomach, and pulled his shirt up over his head.
He turned to face me, lifted me up to meet his kiss, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. We fell onto the bed, tongues doing battle. He was pulling at my clothes, and my hands were busy getting him naked as fast as I could. Our skins met, not joined yet, and I could feel my soul reaching out for this man, feeling whole and complete. My head rolled back, eyes closed as he took me.