It was late April and I met a fantastic girl.
The first week I dated May I thought I was the luckiest man in the world. May was the source of the best sex of my life and simultaneously the worst sex event of my life. At five foot two she was one hundred pounds of pure sex appeal. She had long shiny brunette hair that went all the way down to a very curvaceous yet small, muscular, tight, ass. She had a thin waist but could still boast of a full set of 32 B boobs with a nice amount of heft and little sag. Her face was super cute in a girl next door way with freckles except when she wore make-up, then she looked over-the-top elegant.
In short, she was smoking hot - always. She even looked hot when she drank too much and was puking in the toilet. She knew how to pull off any outfit and could make anything she wore look amazing.
Lastly, she loved sex. She loved blowjobs, getting her pussy eaten, as many different positions as the mind could fathom, and she was willing to try anything.
In that first week with her I had more great sex than in the last three months with my previous girlfriend. Not only did she love giving head but she did it with a level of gusto and enthusiasm that rivaled a professional cheerleader's zest for her superbowl team.
We had a blowjob in the car waiting for a movie, a blowjob to say good morning, a blowjob to celebrate that we didn't run out of gas, a blowjob after sex just because, a blowjob with whip cream, a blowjob in public, and a blowjob when she said it had been too long since she had tasted my cum.
On the last day of that first week she taught me that anal sex could be way better than imagined. I fell in love with her larger-than-life personality and was thinking I would marry her. I had no idea how I landed a girl so far out of my league. Nor how she could possibly have been single.
In the second week I saw her kinky side and it was fantastic. I think I became addicted to sex. Also, as we became more relaxed with each other she let her hair down a little and I got a glimpse of her personal demons. She could get a touch neurotic and couldn't let a grudge go. Like with an ex dorm-mate she convinced herself had stolen a boy from her: once a day like clockwork she left a disturbing anonymous voicemail for this unfortunate girl.
In the third week she found a way to make sex touch on my deepest fantasies in ways that reached needs in my soul I didnt know I had. She discovered my fetish for polka dot lingerie I barely knew about and led me to understand that not only did I love her in dotted panties but that I could enjoy wearing them as well.
She also figured out that my unsatisfactory relationship with my father translated into an unfounded fear that my larger than average cock was inadequate. Better than that, she made me feel good about my sexuality and gave me confidence not only in my penis, but also in my performance. She was nothing short of amazing, the good outweighing the bad a hundred fold.
The fourth week sex transcended the physical and became a spiritual thing. The afterglow of sex lasted days, overlapping with the build up to the next sexual event. Though her intensity scared me a little.
Some of her behavior did too. Did you hear the news story about the woman who went into the tiger exhibit at the zoo and was lucky to survive? That was her, and in her mind it wasn't luck but an example of her connection with cats. I was realizing that she was crazy.
Did I let that deter me? As the saying goes "A woman's ass makes a horses ass." I was hooked on her charms and denied the omens.
One night we were just hanging out in my apartment watching a movie. We had had sex over an hour ago but the movie turned out to be bad and she just turned to me and asked me if I could do anything at all to her what would I want to do.
Well, I'm not as creative as she is so all I could come up with was to blindfold and fuck her. In a flash her shirt was off and wrapped around her eyes. She told me to do whatever I wanted to her, adding only that her "safe" word was "Ticonderoga."
I had never heard of a safe word before but she explained it to me. She said a safe word means no but "no" means yes.
I kissed all over her body then touched her in various places with my dick which just may have been the very first thing I introduced to her rather than the other way around. I think it was a new thrill for her.
I wanted to live up to the challenge so after a bit of thinking I tied her up, face down, with the sash from my robe. I tried to think of something that we had never done but it was harder than one might think.
Then I had an idea: I told her I was going to get our next door neighbor to come over to fuck her. She didn't say anything... I got dressed and went next door but had no intention of letting that fat slob have her. Planning quickly I also put headphones on her playing loud.
I knocked on his door and talked to him for a few minutes about nothing to create the illusion. When I returned I did my best to walk around like there was more than one person in the room.
She arched her back presenting her ass and pussy to me. Next I put on a condom (which we never wear) and entered her wet cunt not letting any other part of me touch her. I even tossed a few items to the other side of the room so she might think I was sitting in the chair watching.
I pretended to cum then I "showed the neighbor out." After that I cleaned up her pussy: all part of the show, and fucked her adorable butthole (as if I did not want sloppy seconds). Later she told me she knew it was me all along - but that the game was a lot of fun. What can I say? She's great in the sack!
Unfortunately, this little scenario set the stage for my demise. While I was not willing to have the neighbor fuck my sexpot she did not have the same ability to set restraints on herself or even consider what would be appropriate and what would be out of line. I hadn't fully realized that then.
