As I was packing my bags for my sophomore year of college, I couldn’t help but think how much I had changed over the summer. I know that many people say that you go through many changes during your first year of college, but for me, it happened in my own hometown, after my first year.
Looking back, I remember the afternoon that I had pulled back into town. I arrived back in my small Midwest town on a quite Thursday afternoon. I was glad to be home. I hate to admit it, but I enjoyed being in a place where I could “be in the limelight.”
I had graduated the previous spring as the top student in my class. I had participated in many different things in high school and had been relatively successful at many of them. By the time I graduated, I thought that I had racked up a pretty impressive resume: All-State football, All-State Band (that’s right, I was both a jock and a band geek), Valedictorian, Student-Body President, etc., etc., etc. Because of this, I was very well known throughout my community, and I truly enjoyed that.
I had changed some over my first year of college. Unfortunately for me, it was all a physical change and it was not for the better. Throughout high school, I always considered myself slightly out of shape and overweight, despite the fact that I played both football and basketball. Even though I thought that I was a little overweight, I still considered myself a good looking guy. I was a little short at 5’9”, but I had other features to make up for my elevation problems. I had blonde hair that always seemed to look okay, but not great. My best feature, though, was on my face. I am still told today that I have the most beautiful blue eyes. I do not know where they came from, but there are times that I thank God for giving them to me. However, even with the intense practices and competitions, I never seemed to be able to lose my baby gut. When I returned from college, I was a nice robust 225 pounds. Although it was not a ‘fatty’ 225 pounds, at only 5’9”, I thought that I looked entirely too big. I tried staying active during the semester, but I only seemed to manage to get into the gym once or twice a week. Of course, snacking on foods until 2 or 3 in the morning trying to study for a test didn’t help much either.
Before I returned for the summer, I had decided that I was going to try to lose some of the weight that I had gained. I knew that it wasn’t going to be easy, but I knew that I could do it. The very first day that I was home, I began working out quite intensely. After about two weeks, I began to see some progress. It was small, but it was not even close to the change that I would soon begin to see.
Something that I have not yet mentioned is my love life, or lack thereof. I know that frequent dating is often associated with college students, especially the dating of several different people. As for me, I did not see a girl all year. My last dating experience came when I was a junior in high school. At the time, I told myself that I was better off without a girlfriend. For the most part, that was true, but there were times when I really wanted a girlfriend, if you know what I mean.
When I did return home for the summer, I expected my love life to proceed as it had for the past two years: non-existent. Boy was I wrong!! Of all the things that I had planned on changing during the summer (physical appearance especially) my relationship with the opposite sex was definitely not on the list. It wasn’t that I didn’t want a girlfriend. I just did not expect to find one in my small community. I had lived there for 18 years, and trust me; there wasn’t much of a selection.
Things all began to change at the end of June. By that time, my physical exercise was beginning to pay dividends. I did see some change in my appearance, but the major changes occurred elsewhere. All of a sudden, I had more energy and confidence. This was probably the main reason behind the major changes that were about to come.
One day when I was in the grocery store, I saw a girl that I had gone to high school with. Her name was Liz, and she graduated a year ahead of me. Liz was what I called “a looker.” Liz was not the most beautiful girl in the world, but she definitely did not do badly. She was a little short at 5’1” but had some meat on her bones, so she did not look like a pencil. She had a round face with short, curly “dirty” blonde hair. What made Liz “a looker” was not her overall body build, but it was the features that she possessed on that body. Liz had a wonderful smile that I could have stared at for hours. I still do not know to this day why I was so fascinated with that smile. She had nicely toned skin that was always darker than the season called for.
What really set Liz apart, though, were her chest and her ass. She had one of the most perfectly shaped asses that I had ever seen. It was very round and it swayed ever so slightly as she walked. Not only was it the perfect shape, but it was very firm also. When she would wear her tight cheerleading shorts at school, I swear that she would give me a hard on just by walking down the hall. As I said, Liz also had a very nice chest. To tell you the truth, I don’t know what it was about her breasts that made me so attracted to them. They were not overly large, probably a nice full B, and I had no clue as to their shape or texture. All I knew is that they were framed on her body absolutely perfectly and that I took notice of them quite often when we went to school together.
Despite the fact that I could hardly look at her without thinking of her sexually, I did manage to say a few words to her. We stopped and said hi to each other and went our separate ways. When I went to check-out, Liz was in front of me. This time, we struck up a better conversation. We had been friends in high school, but we did not “hang-out” or anything. She was the girl who always had a boyfriend and was always concerned about her appearance. By the time we had reached the check-out counter, we had been able to have a good conversation. I found out that she was doing well in school and that her and Mark, (her long time boyfriend) had split up about 4 months ago. She said that she was going to be in town for the summer and she said that she hoped to see me around. After she had checked out, Liz said goodbye, left the store, and I did not give one more thought to our conversation.
Two weeks later, I saw Liz again. By this time, the weight was really starting to come off and I was feeling pretty good about myself. This time, I saw her at a local gas station. She was filling up her Jeep Grand Cherokee as I drove up in my Jeep Wrangler. I jumped out and began to fill my tank. Once I had the fuel going, I went over to say hi again. Liz was a little surprised to see me, but she greeted me with a nice smile. After a few minutes of chit chat, she invited me to join some other friends of hers (and mine) to go see a movie that night. I thought that it sounded like a good idea so I agreed to go.
When I was getting ready for the movie that night, my mom told me that I had an odd bounce to my step. She asked me if I had a big date, but I told her that it was just a bunch of my friends going out to see a movie. When I met my friends at the designated location that evening, I piled in with a couple of other guys that I had gone to school with. Being from a small town, we had to drive about an hour to get to the nearest descent movie theatre. Once we arrived at the theatre, I saw Liz and some other friends jump out of her Jeep Cherokee. The rest of us made our way to her vehicle and we entered the theatre together. When we found our seats, Liz sat down in the seat directly to my left. This surprised me a little because I was sitting on one end, and her girlfriends were sitting at the other end of the row.
After the movie had been running for about twenty minutes, I realized that it was going to be rather boring. Thus I began to space off, paying no attention whatsoever to the movie. Approximately twenty minutes later, I felt a light touch on my left hand. I didn’t even bother to glance over, thinking that Liz had just brushed against me as she was shifting in her seat. Once again, I felt another light touch on my hand. When I glanced over, I realized that Liz was looking at me. At first, I was a little confused, because I did not know what she wanted. To my surprise, she reached out and took hold of my hand. Before I had a chance to react, her left hand was around my bicep and she was leaning on my shoulder. A few minutes later, she was asleep. I did not blame her, because the move was a sleeper. During the last hour of the movie, I could not stop thinking about what had happened. While Liz was sleeping on my shoulder, I was running all the scenarios through my head:
“Was she attracted to me? No, that couldn’t be it, could it? She is probably just bored and tired, right? Oh, I don’t know. Maybe she really does like me!?”
After the movie ended, I found myself in a slight trance. I was still unsure as to what Liz had just done, and was not sure on how to proceed. This decision was quickly made for me. On the way out of the theatre, Liz suggested that we ride home with different people. As it turned out, Liz and I rode alone in her vehicle, while the rest of the group made it home in the other two vehicles that made the trip.
This really made me wonder what Liz was trying to tell me. As we made our way home, I could barely say a word, as I was trying not to embarrass myself and say something that I shouldn’t. We talked briefly about the movie and how bad it was, but nothing was said about the physical contact between the two of us. Despite the fact that I did not want to embarrass myself, I could not keep my eyes of off Liz. She was wearing a blue and white mini skirt that went half way to her knees and a blue spaghetti strap top that was fairly low cut. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra as the outline of her entire breast was clearly visible through the thin blue material, not to mention her perky nipples that protruded through the top. I tried not to make it obvious that I was looking her up and down, but I could not help myself. Even if she did not catch me looking at her, I am sure that she could have noticed the bulge that was beginning to form in my shorts.
We continued to make small talk as we made our way home. When we were about 15 minutes outside of town, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had to find out what she was trying to tell me, or if she was trying to tell me anything at all, during the movie.
“Were you trying to tell me something during the movie?” I asked her.
“What do you mean?” she replied.
“I mean, why did you reach out and hold my hand, and why did you decide to sleep on my shoulder?”
“I guess because it just felt natural. I was bored of watching the movie and it felt like it was the right thing to do. Were you uncomfortable with it?”
“Oh, no, I wasn’t uncomfortable at all, I just want to know if there is something else that is going to happen between us.”
And with that statement, my entire life turned around. At that moment, we had reached my vehicle in town and we were parked beside it. Liz turned her head towards me, leaning slightly into me. Without even thinking, I did the same, and we met with a soft kiss that seemed to last an eternity, even though it was only a few seconds. As we broke the kiss, I could feel the swell in my shorts beginning to grow once again. This time, it was not going to go away very quickly. I leaned in once again and began giving her slow, supple kisses on her soft lips. I moved my hand to her face and ran my hands through her hair as she wrapped her hands around my body. I could feel my manhood beginning to swell even further as we become more passionate.
All of a sudden, I realized that we were beginning to make out in her vehicle in the middle of town. I suggested that we go somewhere else if we were going to continue. She suggested that we drive out to her family’s cabin on the lake. Her family was quite well off and owned a very impressive cabin at a nearby lake. As we were driving to the cabin about 15 miles away, I said something that I never thought that I would say to her.
“You know, I have never done this before, Liz.”
“You mean that you have never made out before. Oh, come on Ryan (which is me), you have had girlfriends before.”
“Yes, I have made out before, but…but I have never…you know…”
“Gone all the way? Ryan, it’s ok. There is nothing to worry about.”
“I know that there’s nothing to worry about. I just…just don’t want to be…bad.” “You don’t have to worry about anything. You will be just fine, trust me.”
As Liz said this, we pulled into the drive of the cabin. By this time, my excitement had leveled off slightly, but my heart was absolutely racing. We entered the cabin and Liz flipped on the lights to the kitchen. She asked if I was hungry, and I said that I was good. We made our way to the living room where she turned on a very dim light in the corner of the room while I found a seat on the sofa. Liz turned toward me, and just stared at me. After a long, awkward silence, she finally broke the tension.
“You have nothing to worry about, you know. If you don’t feel comfortable doing something, then just tell me.”
“It’s not that I don’t feel comfortable, I just don’t want to disappoint you, Liz.”
“Believe me, Ryan; you’re not going to disappoint me.”
“It’s not just in going all the way Liz, there are a lot of things that I haven’t done.”
When I said that, Liz moved towards me ever so gracefully and quietly, like a predator before it jumps on the unsuspecting prey. She turned and sat on my lap, twisting her body so she could see me.
“All you have to do is let me take care of you. I promise that you will have no trouble.”
Even with her words of encouragement, my heart was still pounding in my chest. Liz moved her body closer to mine and we engaged in a kiss very similar to the first one. This time, I instinctively wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me. She let out a small gasp as her body collided with mine and we sunk further into the furniture. As we continued to entangle our bodies, she became a little more aggressive, rubbing my chest with vigor as I massaged her back.
By this time, she was laying on top of me on the couch. As she tried to move into a better position, she rolled off and we both burst out laughing. This helped calm my nerves slightly, that is, until she suggested that we move into the bedroom. When Liz picked herself up off the floor, her skirt rode high up on her hips and I could see clearly that she was wearing a very small thong. When she made her way to her feet, she left the skirt on her hips, giving me a clear view of the ass that once gave me hard ons when she walked down the hall at school. I sat on the couch in awe at first, not because I had never seen a girl’s tight ass before, but because I never thought that I would see that tight ass.
Liz realized that I was having a hard time getting of the couch, so as she sexily moved herself towards the bedroom, she turned to me and said, “Maybe you need some encouragement,” and she reached down to the bottom of her top and pulled it up over her head and threw it towards me. By the time I realized what she had done, she had darted off to the bedroom, awaiting my arrival. When I entered the bedroom, she was laying on her stomach, facing the doorway. As I moved closer to the bed, she sat up slightly, exposing her beautiful breasts. When I began to climb on the bed, she stopped me, saying,
“Someone is wearing entirely too many clothes to get on this bed. I believe that you will have to discard some of yours before you can be admitted,” with a devilish grin.
I then stood in front of her and began removing my shoes and socks. When I started removing my shirt, she got off the bed and held my hands. “I think that I will help you with that,” she said, starring into my eyes. She moved my hands to her breasts and cupped my fingers around them. I began to massage her soft, but firm chest as she reached for the bottom of my shirt. She pulled it up over my head and dropped it on the floor. She pulled me closer to her and we fell on the bed in each other’s arms. For the first time, she could feel my hard cock pressing up against her. As she massaged my chest, I could feel myself getting harder and harder, and so could she.
“It feels like someone is ready to get down to business,” she said, glancing down at my crotch. She moved her hands to the top of my shorts and unbuttoned them. I closed my eyes and felt her right hand slip into my shorts and boxers and grab hold of my cock for the first time. Liz pushed my shorts and boxers down my body to get her first look at me. I am not afraid to say that what she saw was not that impressive. Even at “full-strength,” I was only five inches long. I was a little ashamed at first, and I think that she could tell this.
“Oooh, it’s so beautiful, Ryan. I have never seen one like yours.”
“Are you sure, look at it, it barely makes five inches.”
“Yes, but it’s so thick. And it feels so smooth and tender. Oh, I am going to have fun with this.” Liz then began stroking my cock a little harder and leaned her chest into my face. I began kissing the most stunning breasts I had ever laid eyes on. Liz’s breasts were just a full “B,” but they were absolutely perfect for her body. Just as soon as I was really enjoying her breasts, Liz began sliding down my body, kissing every inch of me as she went, the entire time, holding onto my cock.
When she reached my crotch, she kissed all around my cock and balls, teasing me until I begged her to give her attention to my cock. Even with my begging, she continued to tease, barely touching the head of my shaft. Finally after several minutes of agonizing taunting, Liz placed her tongue at the bottom of my cock and ran it all the way to the top, stopping at the head to give it a little extra attention. I could not believe that this was happening. Of all the things that I wanted to do over the summer, I never imagined that going to bed with a girl that I only used to fantasize about would be one of them.
Liz’s licking continued, and she started rubbing my balls ever so slightly as she ran her tongue all over my hard, thick cock. She still had not inserted the shaft into her mouth, and I was getting a bit anxious. I decided to take the initiative by grabbing her head. When I did this, she let out a slight, mmmmm, but continued working on my cock. I guided her mouth to the top of shaft and coerced her mouth over the head of my cock. Liz knew that I wanted her to take me inside of her, but she still resisted.
“There is no rush she said,” She said, “I want to make this the best night of your life. Just lie back on the bed and let me do the work.”
When she said this, I figured that her licking and teasing would go on for hours, but she knew that she had to get on with it eventually. Liz grabbed the base of my cock and moved her mouth to the head. In one swift move, my entire cock was engulfed by her wonderful mouth.
“Oh, Ryan, you taste so sweet. I never knew that a cock could taste this good.”
Hearing this really got me turned on, if I wasn’t already. I thought that I was going to cum already, just by hearing her say that. Liz continued to down my cock in her throat. She started at the top and moved all the way down to the base, taking the entire thing into her mouth. Liz started to pick up the pace and I knew that I was not going to be able to hold on much longer. All of the sudden, she began to squeeze my balls with vitality. This put me over the top. I couldn’t hold it any longer. When she looked into my eyes, she knew I was about ready to let it fly.
“Oh, God, Liz, I’m…I’m…I’m going to cum!” I shouted as she worked me faster and faster. As soon as I finished my statement, I felt my balls tighten and my loins begin to explode. “Oh yah, here it comes!” The first load shot out of my head like a rifle, directly to the back of her throat. I could not believe how hard I was cumming. I had never experienced anything like that in my life. As the second shot came, Liz pulled me out of her mouth and let it squirt all over her face. She looked at me in lust as the second came barreling out of my cock. The third load came just as strongly as the first, but this time she adjusted me so it landed on her perfect breasts. By this time, my intensity had subsided, but she still moved my cock back to her mouth and took my final squirts right in her throat.
After I had finally finished unloading my cum, I felt exhausted, even though I had not done any of the work. I looked at Liz as she was sensually licking my cum from her breasts, lapping up every last drop. “You taste so good, Ryan. I have never tasted cum so sweet in my life.” As she finished swallowing the last few drops, Liz crawled to me on the bed. I noticed that she was still wearing her skirt and thong, and I knew that something had to be done about this. I sat up and we embraced in a long sexy kiss as I moved my hands over the ass that I had spent many nights jerking off to. I could still taste the remnants of my cum in her mouth. I never thought that I would say this, but the taste was actually quite pleasing.
We broke the kiss and I reached for the zipper at the back of Liz’s skirt. “I think someone is still wearing too many clothes,” I whispered in her ear as I slid the zipper down until it was completely open. By this time, I had lost all of my inhibition and was no longer afraid to show my inexperience. Just as she did for me, I slid my hand inside her skirt and thong panties until I reached her pussy. Even though we had already been going at it for an hour, this was the first time that Liz had any attention placed on her. When my hand reached her pussy, I could tell she was very well trimmed with only a thing strip of hair running about two inches from the top of her pussy. When I began to fondle her outer lips, I saw Liz’s eyes light up. She looked at me as if she had just found heaven, but in all reality, I was the one who had found heaven.
I laid Liz down on the bed and began kissing every inch of her body, while never removing my hand from her panties. I stopped at her breasts for several minutes, making sure that I kissed every crack and crevice that I could find. I could tell that Liz was beginning to get quite excited. Her breathing began to get heavier and she was moving her hips with my hand as I continued to massage her pussy. I wanted to make her feel just as good as I had felt a few minutes ago. As I said earlier, by this time, I did not care that I was inexperienced. I just went on instinct, hoping that I would not make a big mistake.
I continued to slide down her body ever so slowly, kissing and nibbling all the way down. When I reached the top of her skirt (which was still on, by the way), grabbed the sides of it and began to slide it down. When Liz lifted her ass off the bed to get her skirt off, I could see the outline of her pussy clearly through her soaked white thong panties. After I removed the skirt, I inched back towards Liz’s soaked panties. I wanted to make her suffer just as she made me. On my way back up, I kissed the inside of her thighs, all the way up to her pussy. When I had her panties directly in front of me, I continued to kiss all around her soaked garment, but I never made contact with her pussy.
After several minutes of this, Liz too took things into her own hands, although she did it a little more forcefully. Liz grabbed a chunk of my hair and forced me to look at her. What I saw surprised me. Liz was in such agony from my teasing that it looked like she was truly in pain. “If you don’t start licking my pussy right now, I am going to have to take matters into my own hands!” she said with vigor. I knew that I was going to have to give her what she wanted now. There was no turning back.
I slid my thumbs under the sides of her high cut thongs and slid them down her legs, getting the first glimpse of the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. Liz kicked off her panties, raised her knees in the air and spread her legs as wide as she could. I had to take just a few minutes to take in the most beautiful sight in the entire world. After several seconds, Liz snapped me out of my astonishment, saying, “You had better get over here and eat my pussy right now!”
It didn’t take me long to follow orders. Within two seconds, I was back on the bed with my head between her legs. Before I took the dive, I hesitated just one more second to take in the beautiful sight and smell. Liz’s pussy (like everything else on her body), was absolutely perfect. Her hair was neatly trimmed, with only a thin strip running up from her opening about two inches. The hair was a dark blonde color that matched her curly hair. Even the folds of her pussy seemed to be neatly tucked away even with her legs spread wide open, awaiting my tongue.
Without even thinking, I dove into her pussy like a starved animal. I was not sure what I was doing, because I had only experienced a situation like this once before. My tongue hit her outer lips and I heard a deep gasp come from Liz. Instantly, her hand went to the top of my head, shoving my face right into her pussy. I had never tasted anything so intoxicating!! I had a hard time distinguishing the taste. All I knew was that I loved the taste and I could not get enough of it. Instinctively, my tongue worked the outer lips of her pussy while my fingers found their way inside. Liz was becoming more turned on than ever before. I couldn’t believe it, but she was wetter than when I submerged myself into her.
As I said, I did not have much experience with these situations, but my tongue still managed to find her clit. When my tongue made contact, I felt the shudder of Liz’s entire body. “Oh Ryan, it feels so good. Treat my clit baby. Oooo!” Once I found her clit, I began sucking on it like a tiny cock. My fingers continued to pump in and out of her pussy while my tongue gave her clit a soft, sensual massage. Very quickly, I felt Liz begin to tense up. Her legs clamped down on my head. I could hardly breath because her hands forced my farther into her pussy.
“YES! YES! I’m going to cum all over your face. Here it comes!” With that, I felt her legs tighten even more and she was absolutely silent. I still continued to drive my fingers into her as I brought her to orgasm. Liz’s body went into spasms as her orgasm lasted for several seconds. When it was all over, she lay limp on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I sat up from my position between her legs and moved over her body until I was directly over top of her on my hands and knees. She looked at me as I licked her cum off of my face and dove for her lips, looking for a passionate kiss. Before I could reach her face, her hands shot up and stopped me. I had no idea why she was doing this. Did I do something wrong?
“Why don’t we slow it down? I don’t know about you, but I am worn out.” Liz then closed her eyes and opened her mouth, waiting for a soft kiss. I wanted to give her exactly what she was looking for. I ever so slightly pecked her lips with mine. I continued this, with each kiss lasting just a little longer than the previous one. “Ryan, you were really good, but I have to tell you…” As she began to say this, I was heartbroken. I knew it was coming. She was going to tell me that I was inexperienced and needed more “practice.”
“…Your kissing is by far the most amazing thing I have ever experienced with a guy…ever,” she finished. I couldn’t believe what she had just said. Did she just say that my kissing was that great? When she said this, my cock quickly hardened again, as if to remind me that it was still there. During that entire time that I had been licking Liz’s pussy, I had forgotten all about myself. To tell you the truth, I actually felt really good about myself right then.
“I see that you are ready to go again,” she said, “I think I know what comes next!” I knew what was about to happen. The only problem was, I was still nervous about this. What if I totally sucked? I did not want to disappoint her after what had just happened.
“Ryan, I need to tell you something,” Liz began, “I haven’t been totally honest with you. I have never done what we are about to do.” I could not believe my ears.
“You mean you are still a virgin, too!”
“Well, not exactly. You see, I started to once with my old boyfriend. Once her “broke me in,” I realized that I didn’t want to do it.”
“Oh, I see. So, do you still want to do this?”
“YES, I still want to do it. I just thought you should know, in case it wasn’t that great.”
“I’m not worried about it being great, Liz. If it even comes close to anything that has happened so far, I know it will be the best experience of my life.”
After I said this, Liz grabbed the back of my neck and forced her lips against mine. We had that long, passionate kiss that I was looking for earlier. Now, my cock was really ready to go again. We broke the kiss and stared into each others eyes. We knew this was going to be a first for both of us, and we wanted to make it perfect. Liz grabbed hold of my thick cock and spread her legs. Before I lowered myself into her, she stopped me.
“I don’t want to fuck, Ryan. I want to make love to you.”
I thought that I was going to shoot my cum all over her right there. “I don’t want to fuck either, Liz.”
With that, she guided my rigid cock into her spread lips. Now, I KNEW that I was in heaven. Her inner folds were so soft; my fingers and tongue could only get a glimpse of how good it felt. Even though Liz had already been “broken in” and my cock was not overly large, she still grimaced slightly as my cock slid all the way into her.
“Are you okay”
“Ya, it’s just that my old boyfriend wasn’t nearly as thick as you are. I will be fine if you just go slow.”
After she said this, I engorged my cock all the way in her. When I was all the way in, I began to rock my hips ever so slowly, trying not to cause her any pain. Liz’s eyes looked at me, as if to say that it felt good. I started to thrust my cock into her soft pussy a little faster. When I did this she let out a moan. It was a moan of pleasure though, not of pain. Liz raised her head and began to nibble at my neck gently as I continued moving in and out of her. At this point, both of us became very turned on. Her hips started grinding into mine as a quickened my pace.
“Oh ya, keep shoving your cock in me. Oh, mmmm. It feels so good. Keep going Ryan. Shoot your load into me.”
My mind was racing. Even though we were “making love,” both of us started moving faster and faster. It wasn’t long until Liz was screaming at the top of her lungs.
“Oh shit Ryan! I’m going to cum! Keep ramming your hard cock in me.”
This put me over the edge. I could not hold it any longer.
“I’m ready to blow, Liz! Oh shit, yes! AAAAHHH!!”
As we screamed at the top of our lungs, we both went into the most intense orgasms either of us had ever experienced. My cum kept shooting in her pussy as it tightened around my cock. Once again, her entire body tensed up and she clung to me for dear life. Our orgasms continued for several seconds as we had reached sexual bliss.
“Oh, Ryan, that was mind-blowing. I never expected that anything could feel that good.”
“I think we have found something special here, Liz.”
After our first night together, Liz and saw each other for a while. We continued to make love on many occasions, but the relationship did not last too long. After we both left for school, she decided that she wanted to get back together with her old boyfriend. After about a week of moping, I realized that this was for the best. I soon started to date again with my new found confidence. As for my physical appearance, I ended up losing about 30 pounds that summer and I truly never felt better.
That summer after my freshman year in college really changed my life. Because of the experiences I had, I began to live the more “traditional” college life. I continued to date several girls. For some reason, none of the experiences I shared with them ever lived up to the summer that I had with Liz. Of course, there always is next summer….