1. A Lifetime in One Moment


    Date: 7/16/2015, Categories: True Story, First Time, Mature, Virginity, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 91.6, Source: sexstories.com

    going to look pretty silly on a campus full of young people." "I don't know about that." I meant it. She laughed. "C'mon, Kevin. And it's not like there are many women at all, let alone any women my age, studying graduate level biology." "Lie about your age." I said smiling. "Tell 'em all you're... twenty-five!" She shook her head and smiled. I continued. "Heck, I'd believe it. Who knows, maybe you'd have some fun." This made her burst out laughing. When she settled down she looked at me, but she wasn't looking inside me this time. Instead, it was like she was trying to figure out my hat size. I don't know what she was thinking. "Thank you, Kevin," she said coyly. Several weeks later, I mentioned that I would only be cleaning her pool a few more times before I left for USC. A confused look came over her face, and I thought she was concerned about finding someone to replace me. "Don't worry," I said, "I sold all my equipment to my partner Brad, and he's reliable. I will bring him around to meet you." "It's not that," she said, and she was looking into me again. "I just..." She had a look of pain on her face that seemed familiar to me as she struggled for words. "I will miss you." We were standing only a few feet away from each other. She was wearing an amethyst cotton shirtdress with a wide white leather belt, and I noticed that with the sunlit patio behind her I could see the silhouette of her hips and legs through her dress. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and ...
    her face was flush with color. Her skin was creamy, and faint freckles were dappled across her nose and under her eyes. She was lovely and alluring, and a powerful notion to kiss her surged up within me, and it surprised me, and I think I trembled. And then she stepped towards me, put a hand on me cheek, and kissed me on the lips. Not with "passion" per se, but it was no quick peck either. Her lips were moist and soft, and as our lips parted I felt something like the prick of a pin that sent a charge of electricity through me. Then she stepped back and spoke softly. "I can't believe you are leaving; it is all happening so soon." She hung her head. Then she turned and went inside. Until that moment, I had not thought of Laura in a raw, sexual way. I had fantasized about her on occasion, but they were silly fantasies involving things like her greeting me in the nude, or imploring me to swim naked with her – mere trifles of the mind. Until that day, fantasizing about actual physical contact with her seemed ridiculous. My fantasies about Laura were about to take a turn, and the one I indulged that night was significantly more urgent, vivid, and physical than any I had imagined before. I didn't leave my room until ten o'clock the following morning. My mother greeted me in the kitchen. "Good morning sweetie," she said with her usual cheer. "Oh, before I forget, Mrs. Hollander called. She has a project she wants some help with tomorrow morning. I told her you would rearrange your ...
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