I knocked on his door and he opened it smiling. Tall, slim and approachable. I felt reassured. “I’m really nervous” I said, looking at his face ...or the first time. “Don’t be, it’s nothing really, just a bit of fun. Come in. Do you need a drink?” He said.“Thanks maybe a glass of water?”“Ok, I meant something stronger but you can have water if you want”“Just water please” I replied. He seemed happy with me and I was happy with him but in truth I wasn’t there for anything other than what was. She had brushed her hair out before going to bed, and it hung past her shoulders, glowing in the lantern light. She had freckles on her chest, above two breasts the size of cantaloupes. Her nipples were cherry red and were stiff, sticking out from her flesh like two bullets. They looked delicious. Her mons was covered in fine straight hair the same color as her head and he could just barely see the two pink lips hidden in that hair. He saw a drip of clear fluid slide down the inside of one. We met only a handful of times after that. He gave me his cousin’s number to ring but I never did get around to calling him. A new job, other interests and believe it or not, girls became my interests. But I always remember the summer of ’71 and my first exploration into the wonderful world of sex.P.S. Have never had a relationship with a man since (now married). Although, I still wonder with some curiosity as to what it would be like to be fucked by, and to fuck another man.Every now and then. "I countered, "It might be too much of a surprise to your husband. For many people, sex outside of marriage is considered a huge sin and a corrupt act. Even just springing it on him, he might react unpredictably." We don't think that way. We've had close friends before, for instance when we were in college we were quite open in our relationship with other people. We recently moved here for Doug's job, so we lost the opportunity to maintain those relationships."I thought a minute and offered,.