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Going Down for the First Time - fixed

I was in my sophomore year of college when I stumbled my way into a date with Julia. She was three years older than me, 22 to my 19, and I'd caught her glancing at me one day in class and figured that I'd take a chance.

We went out to dinner a few nights later, I drove and she walked from her apartment. I dressed up, she didn't. I tried to apologize but she stopped me with a kiss. "As long as you're comfortable, I don't give a fuck what you wear." I appreciated the honesty. I went back to my car, took off my suit coat and tie and threw them on top of the overnight bag with my clothes, toothbrush and deodorant... wishful thinking.

Dinner was fairly ordinary. She drank, I didn't, she ate a lot and I tried to be good. All in all, we got on all right. I knew, though, after three margaritas, that I had to e****t this girl home. I paid the bill- $35 for her, $15 for me and $5 for a tip, and droe her back to her place, four or five blocks away.

I had only fucked one girl up to this point and it had taken a lot more than picking up a thirty-five dollar tab. She put a record on her stereo, one more reason to like her, and she and I started making out. Three or four LPs in, Julia had sobered up and things were hot and heavy. Her shirt was on the floor, I was feeling her chest up over her bra and her hands were grabbing mine over my shirt. She asked me what I wanted to do to her. I looked at her with a devilish smile and focused my eyes on the front of her jeans. She consented but only if we'd move it to the bedroom.

I giggled when I saw her floor covered in clothes, her bra soon enough joining the corner pile. She unbuckled my belt and took my pants off. I started to suck her nipples and brush my hand across her jeans. I know that I could have fucked her right there and then but I wanted something my first fuck wouldn't give me- I wanted to taste Julia.

I unbuttoned her jeans and took them off. I glanced up, expecting to see panties but instead getting a glimpse of thick brown hair.

"I didn't think that I'd let you get this far...," she said. "No bother," I said, as I started to kiss her bare thighs. I got closer and closer to her damp lips before finally licking the length from top to bottom. She moaned a little as I focused on her emerging clit, taking it in my mouth as I fingered her slit. She was so tight that I could only use one finger at first.

"A bit too fast..." she said. I found my rhythm and she was moaning louder and louder. Continuing to suck on her clit like crazy, she was able to accommodate a second finger and eventually came right onto them. I offered her a taste but she refused. Good thing, too... it was the perfect dessert.

She needed it again. Then again. She tasted herself the third time around. She agreed that she was damn tasty.

She wanted it for the fourth time but I was getting tired. I asked her to blow me.

Her mouth was like heaven, alternately blowing me and sucking on my balls as she jacked me. She was a little rough, I was only the third guy she'd blown, but she made up for it with her enthusiasm. After I came, she kissed the tip and then kissed my lips. Whatever floated her boat, I guess.

We soon fell asl**p, my dripping cock poking into her leg. We woke late and didn't have time for a morning fuck. We had class that afternoon. I couldn't concentrate, all that I could think about was her tasty pussy. It didn't help that I knew that she wasn't wearing any panties.

We went down on each other for a while thereafter but I never did get to fuck her. She transferred to a school up north after our sophomore year. I think about her all of the time.

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