The plane's smooth landing didn't comfort me much because I knew that my arrival only made the end closer. After being together for three years, Melissa and I were probably breaking up, yet here I was, leaving school early just to go to to her senior prom. Ironic. I had rushed through my individually arranged final exams, prematurely ending my freshmen year, and taken the next flight leaving San Francisco to be at her prom. And I knew it would end. When it finally did a few weeks later, I wasn't too surprised. Tensions had finally mounted to the point where even good sex couldn't keep us together. My heart ached at the loss, but I knew the best thing to do would be going out and dating as soon as possible. Anything else would simply prolong the inevitable "recovery period." Unfortunately, the past year in college hadn't done wonders for the confidence I left home with last fall. School had been much more difficult than anticipated, and the few good looking women I met in California weren't very interested in dating (particularly not a freshman). All this was a bit of a shock, especially the lack of good looking women: what did they say, nine out of ten women in California are beautiful ... So while I was at school, I became more attatched to this long distance relationship than I should have. I made more long distance phone calls, wrote more letters, and thought more about one person than I think I ever have in my life. Joining a fraternity at that time probably would have done me some good. Self-discipline lended a hand, however, and I was successful at getting myself back in the social scene as quickly as possible. The beer and the brethren were able to keep my mind off Melissa, but I still a lingered here and there. Socializing hadn't been enough. It was a few weeks later, in a get-in-with-anything-resembling-an-ID bar, when I saw Lisa. I had met her before even though we went to different high schools, and I knew she went to UPenn with some friends of mine. With the confidence of alcohol and the help of those same friends, I got reintroduced and a date. Just a little caveat about the rest of this story: this isn't going to be some 14"-penis, she wanted it and we both knew it, fuck all night fantasy. It is based on something that happened to me nearly 7 years ago and is, to date, one of the most sexual experiences I've ever had. That's surprising because I'm older and much more experienced (and bolder) than I was back then. At any rate, please be forewarned that this isn't the Hollywood version. Lisa and I went out to have some drinks at a Mexican place later that week. We both looked good, having had some time to get over freshmen finals with some Miami sun. She wore a light, lemon dress that came to just above the knees and had a simple pendant to adorn her chest. Her hair was light brown to bronze (hard to describe) and her eyes were hazel. She stood 5'8" and probably weighed about 115 lbs. Her breasts were slightly delineated in the dress and their medium size looked soft to the touch. Her skin was smooth and clear, fairer than most, and her lips were full. I was wearing faded jeans and a knit shirt, had slicked back, dark hair and dark eyes, and a tan given to me by my Italian ancestors. I stood 5'11", 175 lbs with well-built soccer legs and an upper body that, although not large, was benefiting from the weight training I had been doing. After my second margarita, I knew I was probably going to start noticeably staring at her breasts. Our conversation was enjoyable, but it was getting late and my mental strength was being diverted. Nonetheless, I wasn't really considering any fooling around that night, since we had just met. My recent experiences with Melissa and college women were making me happy just being there with Lisa. When I finally took her home, she invited me in and, shrugging off my sleepiness, I gladly accepted. Her parents were asleep in the other end of the house, but we made our way quietly back to her room just in case. When inside, she closed the door and sat beside me on her bed. I tried to force some more conversation because I started to get a little uncomfortable: I sensed that there was to be a turning point one way or the other. Either we kissed or I went home. The butterflies in my stomach fed on the mounting tension, making my knees a little weak - what a wimp I am!, I thought. The time between her last reply to some ridiculous question I asked and when I finally did muster some confidence seemed like an eternity. As if in slow motion, I leaned over, moving my mouth closer to hers. Until our lips met and she reciprocated, I was frightened and excited by the passionate kiss/shut down suspense that makes these moments so great. We proved that there were other options in such a situation by sharing what would be rightly dubbed a terrible kiss. I was excited merely by the thought of kissing, however, and went for another. We held on to each other and savored a much longer kiss this time, tongues exploring one another. As she slipped her tongue round and around, I felt the bulge in my pants fighting with my jeans in an attempt to get more space. I grew more confident and decided to take our kissing to the next logical step. Pushing her gently to the bed, I continued to kiss her, while moving both hands to her jaw, then down her neck. My left hand finally reached her breasts, where I began to massage slowly. Her nipples tensed to erection under the fabric of her dress as she leaned her head back, exposing more of her neck for kisses. I moved my lips down while reaching under her and pushing up on the small of her back. She arched it in response and purred a little louder. After allowing me to explore her breasts for a moment, she leaned up. I followed the unspoken request and quickly removed her arms from the dress, then pushing it down to her waist. She lied down quickly and undid her bra from the front, exposing herself to me. Her breasts were magnificent! full and firm and aching to be licked. My tongue went to work on her right nipple as I massaged both of her breasts with my hands. From the side of her, I moved one hand down to her legs, reaching all over and occasionally rubbing her mons. She arched her back some more and continued moaning softly. As I continued using my tongue on her breasts with my tongue, I slipped one hand back under her back and kept the other exclusively on her mons. At this point I was nearly in shock. This was the first sexual encounter I had ever had on the "first night." It's difficult to accurately express the complex relationship between the lack of expectations (of sex) and the anticipation of what could possibly be. To put it another way, I wouldn't have been disappointed had we stopped right there, but I was definitely hoping that things would go further. At the same time, I relaxed and wasn't uncomfortable with the mounting intimacy of our actions. It's like the "you're a man, that's what your supposed to do" part of my brain didn't just take over but became me. While all this metaphysical wash caught some part of my thoughts, I continued to explore her body with my tongue in hands. I stopped soon thereafter, however, to complete her attempt to remove my shirt. With more of my skin visible, I noticed the contrast between her milk white tone and my olive tan. I looked up and down her body, reading the slight lines from her abdominal muscles. I pushed her dress to her ankles and watched her panties the whole time, when she suddenly spoke. "I won't sleep with you," she said with an unprecedented seriousness. Surprised, I quickly replied, "I didn't expect you to," but wanted to add, "sleep with me! God, I'm shocked were even getting naked!" I wasn't sure how to read her visage. I knew that the more intimate this became, the closer we'd get to the point where what we were doing was no different from sleeping together. Maybe she sensed this to, I don't know, but she didn't seem to want to stop me from going further, just from trying to sleep with her. I didn't expect our fooling around would last much longer, figuring that she'd call it quits. In the meantime, though, I'd continue where I'd left off. I again started to massage her body, and after a few moments, she grasped my jeans to unbutton them. I helped her out by standing up and removing them entirely. Then, at her behest I locked the door. As I went to turn off the desk-side lamp, she watched my erection and told me to leave the light on. The mood was a little fragmented by the interruptions, but I wasn't daunted. The little confidence I had mustered with the first kiss was taking me a long way. I asked her to turn over on her stomach and said that I would give her a back massage. She obliged without any signs of discomfort. I sat on he legs, just beneath her ass, and admired the view. She had a nice, slender figure, curving from her hips to a thin waist to muscular shoulders. I gasped when I discovered that I could almost reach entirely around her waist with my hands. I ran my hands up and down her spine, pressing on the muscles on the sides. Working from the top down, I moved my hands to her buttocks while slowly sitting further and further down her legs. I explored her ass, rubbing firmly all over, and in a moment her panties slid off. I got back into sitting positon, but it was a little different because she had spread her legs just enough so that I could see her clitoris and anus. I continued massaging, this time concentrating on her mons, anus and buttocks. I could feel her getting really hot and wet, and her moans grew louder: I wanted to taste her. I sat between her legs then, spreading them wide open so that I had a full view. I started to lick the insides of her thighs, near her knees at first and then slowly moving closer. She consented by moving her knees closer to her body so that her ass was off the sheets, while her chest and face remained where they were. I licked all around, moving from the tip of her clitoris to the top of her buttocks, exploring her anus along the way. She ws getting wetter and her moans were quit audible now. I moved my hands in to help massaging, and she started to rock back and forth. Keeping my hands on her mons, I penetrated her vagina with my tongue. I licked up and down, in and out, trying to get as much of her juice as I could. She moved in rhythm to my tongue now, slowly getting rougher and rougher. Her moans were very loud, which got me more and more into it. I grabbed her hips and grinded her harder into my face. In a sudden rush of paroxysm, she came with a scream as I desperately tried to lick up as much of her juice as I could. I continued to lick her vagina and anus, but moved one hand down to remove my underpants. I moved into a sitting postion behind her right leg, with both of mine straddling it and my penis releasing fluid on the back of her thigh. I continued to rub her underneath in hopes that she wasn't finished. I fingered her vagina and anus, pushing her juices all over for lubrication. She hadn't stopped moving back and forth, so I wasn't dissuaded. Working her back to severe moaning, I got directly behind her, spreading her legs apart with my knees. I had a full-on view of her open vagina and anus, and it took all I could muster not to penetrate immediately. I knew, however, that this wasn't the right tactic. If I could get he hot enough, she would sleep with me. I moved closer, and my penis rubbed against her buttocks in the middle, just above her anus. I started to pump back and forth, feeling the blood flow to my penis. I didn't want to come just yet, so I alternated between rubbing her with my penis and massaging and fingering her. Her hips were starting to gyrate more, telling me that she was not saying "no" just yet. I moved my penis lower with my hand, placing the head right against her open vagina. With her moving back and forth in rhythm, my head penetrated her just enough for her to react. "I'm not going to fuck you," she breathed, though she continued to move back and forth. "Fuck it," I thought, "at least I'll get on thrust. If she says 'stop,' I will and that will be the end of it." I continued, therefore, to my rub penis against her wet clitoris. I put myself at the entrance again and she moved back and forth so that the whole head was in. She started to move in such a way that only my head was going in and out. When her movement became more deliberate and deeper, I met her with one deep thrust to the hilt. She was tight inside, very hot and wet, and I could feel her vaginal muscles grab onto me. I almost ejaculated right there. "No, we shouldn't be doing this," she managed to get out between moans. A little confused, I withdrew and starting rubbing myself all over her again. Slowly I put my head in and out again. She moved more and more, and I gave a full thrust again. "No," she said with little control, "we shouldn't be doing this." But I couldn't stop; I kept thrusting. She had gotten to her elbows by now, moving more and more furiously. She didn't change positions at all but picked up the pace of her rhythm. With a sudden movement, she pushed very hard and once again I was in to the hilt. In a short spasm, she threw her head back and screamed, "fuck me! oh, please fuck me!" I pushed faster; again: "fuck me! ... please ... fuck!" In the next three strokes my body stiffened and my muscles all started to tense up. I could feel the veins in my arms pop out and my chest stretch forward with the arching of my back. I grabbed her hips and pushed as hard as I could. Knowing I was going to come, I readied myself to pull out, when she yelled, "come in me, please! ... Please...come!" I couldn't leave her. In a sudden wave shared by her distant sound of screaming. my entire body contracted, and I came in one final, deep thrust. My penis was touching her cervix as the semen poured out in sudden spurts. She was still screaming, desperately pushing her ass back against me, trying to get my penis deeper inside her. I held the position for several seconds, stiffening my body as long as I could, and with one long exhale, relaxed. She was back on her chest, eyes closed, and one cheek comfortably against the sheets, catching her breath from the final fury. I slowly removed my penis and curled up with her for a short, needed nap. In a few hours, she walked me out to my car, we hugged, and she said goodnight. We saw each other the rest of that summer, but in September we went to our separate schools. That term we both managed to get new relationships and thus never really kept in much contact after the following Christmas break. I heard Lisa is in Washington, D.C. now. I hope she is doing well and always wonder what would have happened had we continued our relationship. I guess I should be content with the memories of our first night together. (By the way, I stopped thinking Melissa after that night and haven't really heard from her either.)