When I was in high school I feel in love with the boy who lived next door. Eric was one year older than me and had always treated me like a sister. We were always close but never as close as I wanted to be. I was so hung up on him that when Eric went to California to go to college I followed him out there when I graduated. I never was able to tell him how I felt. Instead I hoped that he would figure it out by himself, but he never did.
After my first two years of college it became apparent to me that Eric was never going to be more than a friend. Here I was a junior in college, 20 years old and still a virgin because I had saved myself for Eric. I was horny all the time but I couldn't find a guy that turned me on the way Eric did.
I began dreaming about having sex. I started reading stories about sex on some of the story sites on the internet, and for the first time in my life I masturbated. The reading and the masturbating helped a little but I felt that I needed to have sex with a man and soon. I determined I was going to lose my virginity but I didn't know how to chose the right man. I was afraid that if I let some guy seduce me that he might get the wrong idea about me. He might think that because I let him take my virginity that I must really like him or that because I did it on our first date he might think I was easy.
As it turned out I didn't have to worry about either of those problems. One day as I was sitting in the snack bar in the student union a professor from a class I had taken a year earlier stop by my table to say hello. Professor Richardson was about 35 years old, six feet tall and slightly balding. Other than that has was pretty average looking. I invited him to sit down and we talked about politics, he taught Political Science, for about an hour then he asked me to go have a drink with him so we could continue our conversation. We drove to a restaurant about a mile off campus and went into the bar. We talked, had a few drinks and then Professor Richardson, John as he asked me to call him, suggested we go into the dinning room and have dinner.
The evening had been quite enjoyable up to that point and I was wondering how it would end.
When we had finished out meals John said, "My wife is away for the weekend, so I was wondering if you would like to come over to the house and ahhh...?"
John just let the incomplete question hang in the air. I had no doubt as to what he was asking so I said, "I'd love to."
When we got to the house John gave me what he called the grand tour. After showing me all through the house John said that he wanted me to see his private study. We went out through the kitchen into the back yard. Behind the house was a two-car garage with an outside staircase leading to a room above the garage. At the top of the stairs John pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. John opened the door and turned on the lights then stepped aside so that I could enter. Inside the room was a beautiful antique roll top desk and next to the desk was a side table, which held his computer. On one wall were several paintings of landscapes. In the corner was an old pot bellied stove and in the other corner was a bed.
As I looked around the room John went over to a small cabinet near his desk and open a door to reveal a small refrigerator. John got out two bottles of Heineken and handed me one.
As we sipped our beers John turned on his computer and said that he wanted to show me something. John said that he liked to collect erotic photographs form the internet and he had a collection of what he considered to be the most erotic and he wanted me to see them.
Like I said earlier, I surfed the internet to find sites that had sex stories and so I couldn't help but be exposed to some of the pornographic pictures on the net, but I had never paid any attention to them. I never thought of porn photos as erotic art.
When John began opening the files one at a time showing me his favorite pictures and explaining what he liked about them I began to see that they were erotic and I could feel it deep inside.
The pictures John showed me were almost all explicit without being crude. The first picture was of a man and woman on a bed. The man was entering the woman and was only part way in and he was looking into her eyes. John said, "What I like about this picture is the way the photograph seems to capture the couples love for each other. Look at the way he is looking at her. He wants to see what she feels as he penetrates her and she looks at him as if to say, 'I am yours'. I love this picture."
There were several more similar to the first. The pictures themselves weren't always erotic to me, but John's descriptions were.
Then there were the pictures depicting oral sex. One in particular struck me. The man was standing and the woman was on her knees. She had about half of his penis in her mouth and she was looking up at him. The only way I can describe the look on her face is to say it was adoration.
John showed me pictures of threesomes, two men and a woman and two women with a man, all very erotic. Then he showed me pictures of gay men making love, which didn't appeal to me at all other than from the standpoint of curiosity.
The last pictures he showed were of women loving each other. Although these pictures were beautiful photographed I was a little uncomfortable looking them. I really can't explain why.
There was one photo in this group that I found interesting. It was of two beautiful women, fully clothed. One woman was kissing the other on the mouth and the one being kissed had a look of surprise on her face. I stared at picture for a few minutes and ran all kinds of scenarios through my head as to what was the story behind that picture. I was suddenly aware that John was laughing at me. Then he said, "I like that one too. I can sit for hours and try to figure out what that was all about.
When he had shown me all of the pictures John turned off the computer. He stood up and put his hand out to me. I took his hand and stood next to him. John put his warm hands on my face and gently kissed me then said, "Would you like to make love now?"
Although the question surprised me I had no doubt about my answer. "Yes I would, but I have to tell you this and you may not believe it, but I am still a virgin."
John smiled and said, "I don't know why but I suspected you might be. I'll be gentle and make sure you enjoy your first time."
John led me to the bed and began kissing me. As he kissed me he unbuttoned my blouse. I didn't resist. I wanted to have sex with him. I wanted to experience some of what I had seen in the pictures and what I had read about in stories. John soon had my blouse off and my bra unhooked. When he put my nipple in his mouth it was the first time anyone had done that to me and it felt wonderful. Everything John did to me, every sensation was new to me so I just gave myself over to the experience. I did whatever John told me to do and moved whatever way he wanted me to move.
I was so horny that it felt like he was lighting little fires on my body anywhere he touched me. When he ran his tongue over my pussy lips I started to orgasm. I had brought myself off masturbating before, but it was never this good.
Finally when his cock penetrated me there was a moment of pain, and I grabbed hold of John and he pulled back momentarily then slowly began penetrating me again. Once he was fully inside me John stopped moving and gave me a chance to get used to the feel of his hard cock inside me. As the original discomfort subsided I began to enjoy the feel of having a cock inside me for the first time. When I told John I was all right he began moving his hips causing his cock to slowly move in and out of my tender vagina. What at first had been pain was now pleasure and I soon had another amazing orgasm. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have his cock moving inside of me. When my orgasm passed John climaxed inside me triggering another orgasm for me.
John lay with me on the bed for a while then got up still naked and got us two more beers from the refrigerator. He came and sat next to me on the bed and as we drank our beer I stared at his limp penis. It amazed me that it could have been so big and hard a few minutes ago and so soft now. I reached over and touched it. John didn't say anything, he just spread his legs a little to give me more access. I pick his penis up between my fingers and just kind of examined it. I turned it and bent it, pulled and twisted it so that I could see it from every possible angle. As I was doing this it began to grow. Only slightly, but I noticed.
As I watched to see if it would grow some more John asked, "Would you like to suck my cock?"
I didn't answer him. I just bent over and as I got close to his cock I could smell the scent of our sex on it. I had never smelled semen before and I had never really smelled my own scent so what I smelled was totally foreign to me. I stuck my tongue out and touched the tip of John's cock with it. There was a little drip of his cum there and I picked it up with my tongue. I found the taste to be slightly salty but otherwise inoffensive. I again ran my tongue of the head this time sliding part way down the shaft, and then I looked up at John. When we made eye contact John said, "Take as much of my cock in your mouth as you can. Try to only touch it with your lips and tongue, no teeth."
Because of it's somewhat relaxed state I was able to take his whole cock into my mouth. John said, "That's good. Now pull back so that my cock comes part way out of your mouth and run your tongue around my cock as you do this. Then slide your mouth back down the shaft."
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