To the reader: This story is 100% true. If you're interested in seeing a little piece of the REAL me, here it is. I know the story isn't glamorous or particularly exciting and there's not much dialog, it's more of a short story type thing... but hopefully you'll enjoy it.
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James and I met at the mall over Christmas break our freshman year in college. We didn't go to the same high school, college (they weren't even in the same STATE!!), or even live in the same city, but the mall was new and they were hiring all over the place so we both managed to obtain jobs. James was working at a cookie store and I was working at a department store. It just so happens his cookie store had a special drink price for mall employees and I would stop by everyday to grab a soda or some coffee. I took notice, and he did too. First I didn't have to order anymore, he knew what I wanted. Then I didn't have to wait in line anymore. Then I started getting the drinks for free. And the rest is history, so they say.
A relationship that was meant to be a little winter fling really blossomed into something special. We would write, send packages, call, and drive 5 hours each to meet each other halfway when we were in school. We took trips together the following summer and the next year we went to colleges close to each other and spend almost every weekend together.
Before I knew it, a year had passed. The innocence of our relationship is what kept it going at first. We were both on the shy side, both quiet, and both nervous. Neither of us had too much experience. Well, we didn't have ANY experience except for kissing and maybe a little heavy petting here and there. James was the first guy I went down on. And I found that not only did I like it, I seemed to be pretty good. Well, at least James liked it. I was the first girl whose pussy he had touched, tasted.
I did an internship in Florida for 8 months, and I guess we really started thinking about having sex while I was down there. I think it was the total lack of physical contact that was driving us both crazy! We talked and talked and talked and set 'the date' for our anniversary, when we would have been together for two years.
I came home from Florida and our anniversary came and went. We were too scared to do anything. Uncomfortable. Anxious. Valentine's Day came and went. And then it was March.
One weekend at the beginning of March, James came over to see me. When we crawled into bed that night, I decided I didn't want to wait any more. As we rolled around in bed kissing, I felt him becoming aroused and I took his cock in my hand and started stroking it.
James put his hands in my hair and guided my head down to his cock and pressed it firmly against my lips. I opened my mouth slightly and slowly took it in, inch by inch, gagging when it hit my throat. I looked at him with my eyes big and innocent and let him thrust in and out of my mouth for a few moments. Then I pulled away.
"James?"
"Yeah, Chloe?" He replied.
"You know how we've been talking about trying 'it'? I really want to. I want to have sex with you." I whispered, as I felt my cheeks growing warm.
"Are you sure?"
