That moment is etched in my memory as my first female encounter. I looked at her face, her eyes wide with anticipation as I was sure mine were too. ... eased into her every so slowly, unsure of what exactly to do. She moaned, “finally you put it where it belongs!” Thus encouraged, I made my strokes deeper and quicker, both of us seemed delighted! I glanced down to witness on my out-stroke, two nicely sized labia wrapped around my tool...one more reason I studied that anatomy book in the. The best part is when he starts getting close, we discuss our feelings for each other. He cums in or on me while telling me how much he loves me. We have talked about how it could have been if we were having unprotected sex like this before he had a vasectomy. He would love to have me carrying his baby. I cum while he says this to me. I feel the same way. I tell him I wish I could get pregnant by him. I wouldnt mind people knowing about it because it is so good with him. When his cum shoots. Who was I to deny that?After fooling around on the couch for around twenty minutes I asked her if she wanted to take it upstairs to which she purred “god yes”.Once we got to her room she shoved me on the bed and started doing a drunken strip dance which was one of the hottest things I have ever seen.Once her clothes were off she wasted no time in getting mine off as well before going down town and giving me the best head I have ever had. After about fifteen minutes of this I couldn’t take it. Of course, we screwed in the morning as well. Over breakfast, she told me her name was Violet and she was a biochemistry major. That was our longest conversation for several weeks. I filled in the silences babbling away about nothing. Our relationship went on like that for over a month. The only variation was that if I were studying in my room after classes, she would come over and we would screw. We would eat dinner and screw before doing our homework. Sometimes she woke me more than once in.