The night has been as near perfect as first dates ever get. The meal was good, the show a bit boring - so you left after half an hour and went dancing...- and he was a hell of a dancer. So now you study him over the rim of your wine glass, wondering how to begin the seduction.Thick dark hair, dark eyes, the kind of lean, rangy build that you just know can work miracles on a mattress. He’s dressed in plain jeans and black boots with a white button- down shirt. You feel a bit overdressed in your. I gave it a hundred and ten percent if there is such a thing.I became very popular with the ladies. After every game there was a party and I had my share of women. I couldn't believe how easy it was to get laid at these parties. I couldn't keep track of how many women I had bedded down and even shared. To me sex was sex, nothing more.In my junior year the newspapers and gossip magazines were keeping an eye on me. They were saying that I would probably make it to the pros, which was my goal. Of. Then she did something that made me realise I was onto a good thing here. She brought her wet fingers out and began to play with her arsehole and then gently, slowly, slid first one and then two fingers into herself."Have you ever fucked someone in the arse?" she grunted."A couple of times," I said. I so wanted those fingers to be mine. I didn't want to touch her until she was ready, but it was a real struggle not to start having a wank watching all of this."Did you like it?"I had, though I. I felt your warm caress as we kissed in the moonlight, and started to become aroused, I was sure you could feel my cock pushing into you so I pulled you closer. As we broke away and started walking again, we chatted about how nice it was and how good the day had been, and then we started talking about more personal things, I think I asked if you had ever had sex outside, and I think you said yes, however you then said you wanted me to take you into the trees and pull your clothes off. So we.