Her head bobbed slowly over his lap. His erection glistened with her saliva whenever her lips slid back to the tip. She reached up and brushed a few e...rant strands of blonde behind her ear, letting her tongue undulate against his hardness while she did it.She let the tip slide out from between her lips just long enough to say, “Touch me.”Peter lifted his hands, which had been resting idly at his side, and tentatively laid them on her shoulders. The feeling of her warm, soft skin soon set them. Although I dated a few ladies my freshman year, my virginity was still intact. Freshman year included a season of competitive swimming, where I first met Linda. She was going out with a diver and liked to hang around the swim team. Well, who wouldn't? Young men in the prime of life wearing at most 6 ounces of nylon and college life in 1968... yep, it was interesting.Following year her boyfriend was gone and Linda and I started hanging out together... mostly bridge and coffee. One time I shared. I started to massage her feet while we continued to watch the rather horny programme on TV. I was getting really aroused now, my cock was swelling in my pants under the back of her legs. I started to push my fingers between her toes as I rubbed her feet, basically finger fucking her toes. She really seemed to like this and started to slide her feet backwards and forwards over my lap. I knew she could feel the hardness of my cock through my pants. She was breathing a little heavier now, suddenly. "You fucked me!" What the hell do you mean, I fucked you? We never did anything!"Tears were streaming down her face as she turned around and faced me again,"Jimmy, I don't really know why I'm getting so fucking emotional, but when we were in bed together, I was hugging you, rubbing myself up and down over your body, not really knowing whether you'd live or die. It was then, well, you began to get a hard-on and, and... " I fucked you?"She could only nod, I reached for her again, but she pulled.