Matthew,
I went with my GF Ann (real name) for three years in college, and we had very passionate sex, messy, wet, out of control, shake all over orgasms, both of us. Ann was 5', very shapely, great legs, black-eyed redhead -- a true redhead -- with a huge happy smile. She was also a Phi Beta Kappa, very studious, and a virgin when we met.
For reamisters I can't explain, despite the great sex, I found myself masturbating while fantasizing about her having sex with other guys, although we never talked about it.
The focal point of this obsessive fantasy was the buildup to the point of no return, the growing anticipation, the tipping point, the moment when I lost control and she began giving herself to another, the moment of penetration.
Why we decided to go separate places for the summers, I'm not sure, but I recall it was her idea. Maybe she was still shopping around. In any case, being separated by 3000 miles gave me plenty of time to fantasize about who she was meeting and what she was doing.
I didn't hear from Ann during the first summer, and in any case I was having the time of my life living at Newport Beach and working at Disneyland, so I was distracted. When we returned to school in the Fall she was aglow and somehow much more sexy in a nasty sort of way, her dress and manners. I asked her about her summer in Bar Harbor, but she just said she had fun with her GFs (sorority sisters), no details. I asked her a few other times for details, she just smiled and said there isn't much to tell, so I let it go.
The second summer was a completely different matter. She called me and told me, no threatended me, that if I didn't agree to marry her -- right then -- then she was going to "find somebody else". She began to describe the 'somebody else'. He was the manager of an exhibit at the World's Fair, his man was a senator, wealthy family, ivy league fraternity president (so was I), and she was going to ask him out, and she was going to give herself to him, to do whatever it took to get him to ask her to marry him.
I said just wait until the Fall, when we get back to school we can talk this all over. Let's just enjoy the summer now. I knew she wasn't bluffing, but I wasn't sure she could convince him to marry her in only a few weeks. I called her bluff.
She called one more time -- from his apartment. She asked me if I could guess where she was. Of course I had no clue. "I'm in [his] bedroom, I'm in his bed. Long silence.
"You know what I'm about to do, don't you?" I indicated that I could guess. "This is your last chance to change your mind". I said nothing.
I then heard some muffled sounds, voices, then a loud 'clunk' like she laid the phone receiver down on something hard, or maybe hung up, but there was only silence.
I waited, then called her name. Silence.
After a moment, I heard whispers and I heard her moan, a slight gasp, and then I heard her voice, "yes, oh oh, yes.
I listened for a moment more and began to masterbate.
The rest is history. She married him a few months later.
She had a younger sister who flirted with me behind her sister's back and surreptitiously fed me tantalizing snippets about her sis after she was married, but that is another story.
Do you have pics of Sheri? They don't have to be nudes, I just want to make your connection. I don't have any pictures of Ann, its been a few years, and I've even googled her name and married name, no luck.
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