Study Session

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         She had worn the perfume.  The fragrance filled my nostrils and sent my mind swimming.  Stacey had to have known what it was doing to me as I had mentioned on several occasions that that particular scent drove me wild.  For a moment I thought I saw the hint of a smile.

         We had dated for a couple years in high school, but broke up for a number of reasons: the main one being her cheating on me.  When I began attending Stanford University I was aware that she too was at the school, though I didn't see her around.  And then we both enrolled in the same College Algebra class.  I had always been horrible at math, so when she offered to help me, I couldn't turn her down.  Now I realized that it was a mistake.  I still felt something for her, that twinge in my gut telling me so.

         I tried to focus again as Stacey began explaining things to me in layman's terms, but I was having little success.  My eyes were hypnotized by her angelic face.  She must have noticed me staring because she stopped speaking, and her mouth curved up into a smile.  Her hand rest itself on my thigh.

         “Why are you still so far away?” she asked.  She brought herself closer to me and then kissed me slowly on the lips, her hand brushing through my hair.  Something inside me snapped.

         In the next instant, I could feel her rapid pulse on my lips as they explored her neck.  Her moans turned to gasps as my kissing turned to sucking.  Stacey grabbed my neck and lifted my face up to hers.  I forced her hand off my neck and leaned her back until she lay flat on the couch.  I knelt next to her, my eyes canvasing the entirety of the beauty before me: the illustrious red hair, her full tantalizing lips, the curves of her breasts and hips.  And then she was mine.

         With my hand on her cheek, I pressed my lips against hers.  I kissed her softly at first, but with each moan that escaped her throat I began to push deeper and deeper.  Our tongues danced with each other, the warmth of her mouth made me crave the warmth of other places on her body.  She cried as my hand worked its way down her neck, brushed ever so slightly against her breast, then further down until it found the flaps of her shirt.  Stacey sat up slightly as I raised her shirt over her head and in the next moment her bra was off too.

         Her breasts were even more beautiful than I remembered.  They were perfectly rounded, far from small, but not too big either.  Her nipples were hard, seemingly begging to be in my mouth.  Again I kissed her, then broke away.  I ever so slowly flicked my tongue down her neck then past her collar bone until my face was right up against her left breast.  I worked my tongue around her nipple as the fingers on my left hand did the same to her right breast.  Her cries intensified as I took her nipple in my mouth and began pulling and twisting the other one with my hand.

         After a few minutes her cries stopped.  She sat up, and my eyes met hers again.  She had a mischievous look about her.  Before I knew what was happening my shirt lay next to me on the floor.  I was on my back, and she was laying next to me kissing me passionately.  Her fingers moved from muscle to muscle along my shirtless body.  She undid my jeans and brought them and my boxers down around my ankles.  The look of delight on her face was priceless.

         Her jeans were off next followed by her pink, lacy panties.  Then she was on top of me, straddling me.  She rubbed herself up and down the length of my shaft sending shivers through my body.  I could smell her juices.  I could feel her warmth.

         The lies, the arguments, and the cheating, all that didn't matter.  What mattered was that I wanted her.  I needed her.  Our past, the hurt that she had caused me, only fueled the animal that was yearning to break free.  She had been my first true love, and though there had been others after her, none had come close to igniting that fire that only she could inspire.  My true passion that had lay dormant in me since she left was now erupting again, the heat almost unbearable.

         “I want you in me so bad,” she whispered in my ear, her hot breath giving me all sorts of sensations.  “Fuck me.”

         I obeyed.

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         She started coming by three or more times a week.  We weren't officially back together, but it was a start, and I knew one day we would be.  I had never stopped loving Stacey.  She had always been the girl for me.  There was nothing to mend between us as both of us were looking at this as a fresh start.  It was a new beginning that we could both enjoy.

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