I have been married for a few years now, but oftentimes find myself wandering back to memory lane, relishing my bachelor days, and thinking what might have been. This story is certainly one of my fondest memories. Her name was Sheila, and we met in college. She was 19 years of age then.

A petite lady at just a little over 5 feet, and 100-something pounds. She had dark brown eyes matched by equally dark brown hair which was usually in a pony tail, and the cutest pair of dimples that appeared each time she flashed her angelic smile. She had a nice figure, albeit 34A's, and carried herself very well.

What she lacked in physical soft placeets, she more than made up for in other ways...and then some.

We had been dating for a couple of months and had our fair share of heavy necking and petting before deciding to go all the way. But no amount of that could have come close to preparing me for our first time together. I never admitted to her that I was then a 20-year old virgin whose exposure to sex was limited to Playboy and adult films, and eventually beating off to that material in my private moments. I would later find out that Sheila was a first-timer also, but what transpired before I confirmed that fact could have led me to believe otherwise! But Im getting well ahead of myself. The way we planned our first "special" evening would put a military operation to shame. We had listed down all items to the littlest of details: candles, flowers, wineI even did some research on the side to work out when her safe days were! And thanks to her parents who think campus dorms are nothing but parties and more parties, her dad found her a small apartment off-campus saving us the need for our own hotel room. We had planned for all of this to happen on a Friday when her roommate would expectedly be partying out all night. Needless to say, the days leading to our special evening were the longest I've had to endure. It was so hard to concentrate on anything else, and I often found myself daydreaming in the middle of lectures only to be rudely snapped back to reality by the unexpected sound of hard chalk scratching--no, screeching across the blackboard. That is never a nice sound. Anyway, Friday did come along and my head was buzzing with excitement.

I cant help but also wonder if she was feeling the same way. The morning somehow easily whizzed by and soon it was time for me to prepare for our evening.

I went back to my dorm and was out on my way to her apartment soon after, stopping for Chinese take-out along the way. We had agreed against preparing an elaborate dinner since it would just mean dishes to wash! I was at her doorstep 20 minutes later.

I could hear my heart banging furiously in my chest. I made myself calm down long enough to tap lightly on the door and call out her name without my voice breaking up. Come on in, she said, Its open! From the muffled sound of her voice, she was still in the bedroom, I realized. Ill be out in five minutes! I walked in and was pleasantly surprised by the new look of the apartment.

I had spent many a day here before and it was just your typical college flat. But she had tweaked the place fairly enough to set the mood. The lights were dimmed, a few candles were already lit, soft music filled the air, flower petals scattered across the floor, and the aroma of burning incense gave the room a nice fragrance. And it was certainly having a noticeable effect on my length.

Nice work! I silently thought to myself. I placed the Chinese take-out boxes on the counter and made myself comfortable on the couch.

My forced calmness was slowly being replaced by an overwhelming nervousness due to the various what-ifs flooding my head anticipating the events that lay ahead...

what if all went wrongwhat if I was not up to her expectationswhat if thiswhat if that. I was already driving myself crazy and it had been barely five minutes since I arrived! That all changed when she stepped out of the bedroom. What I saw before me blew me away! She was only wearing a negligee that was transparent ever so slightly to reveal the outline of a matching pair of lace underwear.

She had also dispensed with her usual ponytail allowing her hair to fall down a little passed her shoulders. She didnt have a lot of makeup on, but she could have well been a Greek goddess as far as I was concerned! And this goddess was slowly walking towards me with the sexiest of smiles and the naughtiest of intentions! I was awestruck! I managed to get to a half-standing position, mumbling my compliments on how great she looked before I fell back into the seat of my pants as she pushed me and straddled my lap facing towards me. She immediately covered my lips with hers and kissed me with a passion I had never felt before. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer.

I ran my hands up her thighs, slipped them under her negligee to feel her soft skin, and traced my fingers on her soft place along the lines of her thong. I guess this turned her on a bit more as she started darting her tongue in and out of my mouth, playing a game of tag with mine. I removed my shirt as we both came up for air. And we continued kissing. And kissing.

And kissing some more. She then moved away from my mouth to my ear, down to my neck and chest. She sucked on each of my nipples for a bit sending tingles shooting down my spine before leaving a wet trail down to my navel.

Whether purposely or not, she spent an agonizingly long time playing around my bellybutton while stroking my already hard length through the material of my pants. And all this time, her eyes never left mine.

I was aching for release! She fumbled with my button-fly before letting my length finally spring free, pulling both my jeans and boxers down in one fell swoop as she went down on her knees. Seems like someone is happy to see me, she said with a knowing look. Yes, maam! was all I could blurt out as I settled back on the couch. I could already see some pre-cum as she wrapped her hand around my fully engorged length.

Her tongue went up and down from base to tip toying the pre-cum off, while her other hand played with my balls. Up to that point, it was the most erotic feeling I have experienced, and things were only getting better.

I almost came as I felt her warm, moist mouth engulf me for the first time.

She would draw in as much of my length as she could take before sucking her cheeks in and slowly inching out.

She repeated this process again and again, and before long, my entire length was disappearing into her wonderful mouth.

She added a different sensation as she occasionally hummed while sucking out.

This was all too much for me to take, and in less than 10 minutes, I found myself on the verge of a powerful orgasm. I guess she sensed that I was about to blow my load as she pulled out and started stroking the shaft. Her open mouth and tongue were waiting at the tip.

My first load of cum shot out like a bullet straight down her throat causing her to gag. The rest dribbled out slowly around her hands but she recovered just in time to clamp her lips down around my length and milked me for all I was worth. That tasted better that I expected! she purred, while toying off the cum that was on her hands. Theres more where that came from! I countered But now, its my turn! TO BE CONTINUED