"WE'D HAVE GREAT SEX TOGETHER"

Have you ever dreamed

your way into the eyes of someone only to find yourself lost in a utopia you didn’t

know how to escape? What happens to a nirvana when the utopia that brought you

there is lost forever, never to be replaced? Does the mind and soul ever fully

recover from such a loss or is it doomed to always remember and never forget,

happiness be damned?

I had no idea what to do next,

if anything, as Diana and I lied innocently in bed staring at one another. What if

I tried to kiss her and she slapped me? Or what if by some miracle she did want to

kiss me, then what? I had never actually kissed a woman before so I wasn’t sure if

I even knew how to do it correctly. Was I to dampen and pucker my lips while slowly

turning my head to the side as I seductively ventured in? If so, which side was I

to turn my head, left or right? Then there was the whole French kissing thing, was

I to initiate it or she? How wet was my tongue supposed to be when participating in

such an event anyways? What about my hands, what was I to do with them? I knew as

much about making love to a woman as the Chicago Cubs did of winning a World Series.

After longingly staring at

each other for about fifteen minutes without so much as single word being spoken

between the two of us, Diana initiated the first sexual contact by either of us by

delicately swinging her freshly shaven and smooth as silk, left leg on type of my

over-hairy right leg then immediately and seductively rubbing them together all the

while never taking her hypnotic eyes off mine. Then for what seemed like an

eternity but was probably closer to ten minutes, we inched our way closer and closer

to each other until there was less than an inch between our pulsating and

electrified bodies. I could feel, almost as if it were a magical elixir, the warmth

and seductiveness of her breath as we slowly moved in to kiss while the tips of our

quivering noses touched and caressed in a circular-like dance. Then ever so gently

and with all the frailty of a snow flake, our lightly moistened and trembling lips

began to touch and kiss until Diana slowly parted them with the softness of her

tongue. Not knowing exactly what to do with my virgin hands, my shaking left hand

tenderly stroked and caressed her beautiful, thick, dark brown hair while my nervous

right hand lovingly explored the smoothness of her upper and middle back. I could

even feel and smell, as if I were in a dream, the richness of her hair as it

gingerly swept across my face like a cool summer mist in the middle of a hot

summer’s day while the touch and aroma of her skin was as soft and as lovely as a

meadow of springtime flowers swaying in the midday breeze. Her mind and body

tingling embrace, though words could never do it justice, was as comforting and

inspiring to me as a rainbow at the end of a horrific storm. She was quite simply,

the woman of my dreams, the woman I loved, and the woman I wanted to spend the rest

of my life with...or so I imagined.

Even though I was living out a

fantasy and making out with the most beautiful woman in the world, all I could think

about as I did so, was what was going on inside Diana’s head. There were so many

questions and insecurities popping in and out of my mind when Diana and I kissed I

wasn’t really living in the moment. It seemed like an out of body experience, like

I was watching someone else. I wanted to know how she rated me as a kisser, for one

thing, and if I was bad what I could do to correct the problem. I also wanted to

know if she really liked me or perhaps even loved me, but more than anything all I

really wanted to know was...why me?

It took about twenty minutes

or so of passionately kissing and caressing Diana, mind you we were both fully

clothed and lying on our sides, before I decided to press my luck and take things a

little further if I could. So with great caution and fear I ever so gently and

anxiously took my quivering right hand and began moving it from the outside of her

shirt to just underneath it. I nervously began to caress her firm but soft as a

feather back while slowly moving my hand upwards towards her bra. To my surprise,

Diana didn’t object to my advances and actually seemed to welcome what I was doing.

As I did so, I realized this would be the first time in my entire life I was going

to feel an honest to goodness, genuine bra. Too bad I hadn’t a clue on how to

unfasten one though. It’s kind of hard to undue something you’ve never actually

touched before yet alone seen in close proximity. I wish I would’ve had the

internet back then so I could have studied up on the subject beforehand. Maybe

there would have been a website with step by step instructions on how to unfasten

one. I didn’t even know how a bra was held together in all of my virgin innocence.

Was it fastened together by Velcro, a button, a knot or something? I started to

panic and worry about my hands sweating up because surely it was only a short matter

of time before my virginity was discovered by Diana, any guy that didn’t know how to

undue a bra was obviously a virgin, right?

Call it luck, call it a

guardian angel, call it God looking out for me because all of my anxieties and

worries were put to rest the instant my joyous right hand discovered Diana wasn’t

wearing a bra! I had always imagined her having small, firm, and perky breasts from

what I could see of them from the outside of her shirts but never in my wildest of

dreams did I ever imagine her not wearing a bra. I’m glad she had her eyes closed

when I made this discovery so she couldn’t see the overwhelming look of surprise and

sheer glee on my face. Little did she know I was secretly dancing a jig on the

inside and rearing to go full steam ahead just as soon as I knew the gauntlet of

having to remove a bra was gone...thank God.

Now more confident and

testosterone filled than ever, I slowly began to lift Diana’s t-shirt up from the

front while carefully watching and listening to see if I was going to fast or

stepping out of line. There seemed to be no objection or gag reflex on her part so

I proceeded with tremendous caution and great anticipation and in only a matter of

seconds, my eager right hand touched upon two perfectly shaped and toned breasts

that were perky and soft to the touch. To my everlasting embarrassment, I then

nervously pounced on her breasts and began lapping them up like a thirsty puppy

lapping a bowl of water all the while wondering if I was doing it right or

slobbering too much. As I continued to play around with her breasts with both my

overeager hands and parched mouth, Diana wiggled her body ever so slightly and

gently while running her delicate, petite hands through my over-gelled hair assuring

me I was at least doing something right, though I’m not exactly sure what it was.

Feeling adventurous and good

about myself, I wanted to see if I could explore other areas of Diana’s tantalizing

body as we continued to embrace and French kiss, so this time around my lucky right

hand had its intense radar focused on her perfectly shaped and toned posterior.

Diana had on a pair of loose fitting jean shorts so I didn’t have much trouble

slipping my hand inside of them and when I did, bingo! I never would have guessed

it, but Diana wasn’t wearing any panties. I could actually feel the top of her

completely unclothed behind in all of its magnificent and splendid glory.





God was good.

Not wanting to get to greedy,

I caressed the top of her flawless behind for only seconds before warily pulling my

right hand out her shorts. I was now two for two and batting a thousand when I

decided it was time to initiate my laying on top of her as we made out. Now mind

you whenever I was trying something new I would always do so with great caution and

fear. I’d always look towards Diana’s eyes to make sure what I was doing was OK

with her before I’d take things a little further and luckily for me, everything I

eventually tried was welcomed by her.

The one thing I did notice,

however, as I was lying on top of Diana kissing and caressing her, or at least

attempting to, was how Diana kissed with her eyes closed while I on the other hand,

kissed with my eyes wide open as she was to beautiful not to keep them open. It

would have been like going on vacation to the Grand Canyon or Niagara Falls only to

shut my eyes when I got there. How could I not look at her I thought to myself?

What I was looking at was beyond comprehension and reason. She was a walking,

breathing, and living testimony to the existence of God. The mere sight of her

extinguished my atheist views and made me a believer in a higher power. Whenever

Diana did open her eyes when we kissed, I immediately closed mine so I wouldn’t

freak her out. I didn’t know if kissing with my eyes open was considered weird or

not.

I even heroically tried to mix

things up throughout the night by constantly kissing and nibbling on her neck and

ears for short bursts of time and as seductively and passionately as I could, though

I seriously doubt I was any good at my buffet style of loving. I even tried to

sexually use my stiff-as-a-board and saliva drenched tongue on Diana like many of

the daytime, soap opera studs did on their various female conquests, though I fear I

came across as romantically as a three year old kid licking a melting ice cream

cone. Thank goodness Diana eventually took charge of the situation and flip flopped

positions with me before I could further make a fool of myself, not to mention it

was such a turn on to have Diana take control as well as initiate all of the kissing

and licking between the two of us. But when she surprisingly started to lick and

nibble on my ticklish left ear with all the fiery passion and reckless abandon of a

heterosexual, nymphomaniac released from prison, the only thing I could think of was

if there was any earwax in there. Fortunately for me, I never heard her gag or felt

any vomit trickling down my face as she fervently munched away on me.

While Diana was on top of me,

she also said some things to me I’ve never had anyone tell me before and

collectively will soon never forget because no one has ever said them to me since.

The following are some of the word for word quotes she said to me as we fooled

around on her bed throughout the night. I still remember them as vividly and

clearly as if they happened yesterday with the last quote being said while she

straddled me on top of her bed.

“I like the way you touch me.”

“You feel so good.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“You’re so big!”

“You smell so good,” and last but not least, as well as being my favorite,

“We’d have great sex together.”

Now after she said, “We’d have great sex together.” I was so dumbfounded by her theory I responded with,

“I guarantee it.”

“What?” Diana asked with a tone of, I can’t believe he just said that in her voice.

“I guarantee it,” I stupidly repeated.

Both of us immediately went

quiet after my idiotic proclamation and continued to make out while I playfully

squeezed and caressed her behind as she leaned forward straddling my midsection.

After one final and gratifying squeeze of her delicious looking and heavenly sent

buttocks, I reluctantly decided to go ahead and call it a night. I didn’t want to

ruin an already unforgettable night by getting caught up in the moment. I wanted

Diana to know I was interested in her for more than just sex. I had hoped by doing

so she would realize just how much I enjoyed her company regardless of whether or

not we slept together. I politely tried to explain my sudden and urgent need to

leave by telling her I needed to go check on my grandmother, which of course was a

lie. Plus, we both had to go to work in a relatively short period of time so it was

probably in both our best interests if I left sooner rather than later.

Throughout our entire hot and

steamy experience, her roommate Randy was supposedly sleeping in the bed right next

to us and as I slowly walked past her on my way towards the door, I could have sworn

I noticed one of her eyes opening. Maybe I was just being paranoid but the thought

of another woman watching me make out with someone, yet alone a good friend of hers,

made me extremely uneasy and self conscience. It was nerve wracking enough thinking

about one woman judging my “romantic” skills, but two?

Regardless of whether or not

Randy was being a peeping Tom, my ride home that night was one of the best I ever

had. I was so dog gone happy and positive I’d found the woman I’d someday marry I

couldn’t help but outwardly smile and giggle all the way home. Somehow, someway,

Diana actually liked me for me I thought. It was like a dream come true. I was

experiencing the high of a lifetime and the world around me had become such a

beautiful place, the possibilities were endless it seemed. My future and my life

seemed like a fairytale come true.