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Introduction
My name is...well name's not important. Call me Ishmael-nah, just kidding. You can call me Nick. But I'm not writing this to tell you about me. I'm writing this to tell you about my girls. These are the girls I've known, the girls I've loved.
I'm a lucky man. I have a good life. I'm a musician. I've worked tours, studios, jingles, composing, songwriting, engineering and producing. My job is incredibly fun and I've made pretty good money at it. No, I'm not famous. Don't even ask. You wouldn't recognize my name if I told you.
I've had the chance to see some amazing places and meet some amazing women along the way. I'm going to tell you about some of them-not all, but some. Over the years I've slept with about three hundred women. I'm not bragging or anything, I'm just trying to make a point. My point is that the stories here are based on those girls. Some of the stories are combinations of more than one girls' tale, but that's only to keep me from writing hundreds of stories. What you're about to read is based on true events.
Whether you believe them or not doesn't make any difference to me. I got to live them so that's all I need. Now I'm an old married guy, middle age is slipping by and I'm just reminiscing about the girls I've known in my life. Don't get me wrong. I may not be chasing after girls anymore but I'm still a lucky man. I've spent over twenty years now with the same girl and I love it. I've never been happier and I've never been unfaithful. But every now and then I stop to remember....
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My first week back in college didn't go the way I planned. When things aren't planned they can go very well or very badly. I'm not sure if what happened was the good or bad. But...this isn't making sense. Let me just start at the beginning.
Being sixteen and uncertain of who I was, I wasn't ready for college when I first enrolled. My family pushed me to go even though I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I left after three semesters and was pushing 30 before finally going back to school to get my degree. Being that old and a single dad with a six-year-old son, I figured I wouldn't have much of a social life. I was in for a surprise.
The last day of registration I ran into an old friend from high school. It had been a long time since I'd seen him but in a sea of strange, teenage faces you grab for any lifeline you can. Dan was a year behind me in school but had gotten sick in his sophomore year and ended up finishing three years later than he would have.
I thought that must have been a bitch, but he told me it was great. A high school senior who's old enough to buy beer has lots of friends. He got in college after working a couple of years to pay off his medical bills and save up. By then his high school friends were upper classmen so they got him into a fraternity. Being in the frat he knew just about everybody on campus.
He offered to show me around when he found out he was the only person that I knew on campus. Over coffee in the Student Center, he invited me to a party at his house. The frat used the house he'd bought a couple blocks off campus as their unofficial headquarters and it was their favorite place to party. The top it off, it was his birthday. I had no time to get a gift or a date so I resigned myself to showing up empty-handed and alone.
Then something happened I didn't expect. I got a call from Sandy who was passing through town and wanted to spend the night at my place. Since my son was at his grandparents for a week, I said yes. We'd hung out before and ended up having some wild nights together. I gave her directions then cleaned up and made dinner for the two of us. Whether to take her to the party or cancel and spend the night at home was the only question. I decided to leave it up to her.
When she showed up she stepped out of her car looking as hot as ever. Sandy wasn't classically beautiful but she was stacked. At about 5' 6", she was slim and fit with a 36C, 22, 34 body, with shoulder length straight dark brown hair and an olive complexion. Her full lips begged to be kissed or have a cock between them and her tight little trimmed pussy was perfect to lick or fuck. She'd never refused me anything, no matter how wild or kinky it was. She was a little submissive and liked to have me boss her around.
She'd also let me be the first to fuck her ass. It was one of those firm strong asses most women spend hours at the gym to get, but genetics and working on her feet gave her one effortlessly. Taking her ass had been an amazing experience. Her ass was as tight on the inside as it was on the outside. Even though she was strong, she was incredibly sensitive. When I teased her little rosebud the first time, she came immediately. She was the first woman I'd ever known who could come just from having her ass fucked.
I'll never forget the first night we spent together. She was at the bar with her girlfriends when I came in. It was an after hours club where every musician in town hung out after our shows were over. We saw each other and spent a little time checking each other out before a guy came in and started hassling her. The owner was a friend of mine and was busy hosting a party upstairs in the VIP room so I told the bartender I'd take care of it. As the guy tried to take her outside I followed them. Just before he got her to the front door, I offered her my hand and asked if she needed help.
The look in her eyes said it all. I pulled her away from him. He knew from my body language that it was time to back off and he did. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. The next thing I knew she and her girlfriends were buying me drinks and we partied for hours. Two of her friends were so hot that I couldn't stop checking them out hoping to score, but Sandy had other ideas. When closing time came around the bar owner called us a cab and gave the driver my address. Making out with her in the cab was great, but it was nothing compared to what happened once we got to my place.
She latched onto me as I unlocked the door. Then she stepped back into the open door and started stripping. She said, "Don't move a muscle. Where is your bedroom?"
I nodded to the hallway and said, "Second door on the left." I stood and watched her back down the hall, leaving a trail of clothes behind her. With nothing but her heels left on she leaned against the open door frame and ran her hands up and down her lean body. Cupping her heavy breasts in her hands, she squeezed them and pulled hard on her nipples. With her left hand still mauling her breast, she slid her right hand down across her stomach to tease her well-groomed slit. I was awestruck. She was so hot I couldn't wait to feel her body, to taste her, to hear her scream under me. I watched her as she played with her clit and slowly stroked her body.
She asked me, "Do you want to watch me come or get over here and make me come?"
"Both." I said. Her eyes opened just a little wider as she smiled and began to shudder as she approached her first orgasm of the night.
