Recent Blog: BOYS FIRST TIME BOYSFIRSTTIME.COM showered I remembered our tryst. He had been a tender lover, yet with a firm hand; dominant but not unkind. He had felt wonderful inside me. I shampooed my hair and let the suds run down my back. I felt like a schoolgirl in love with the junior high bully. This couldn't possibly work, could it?
I dried myself off and slipped on some green silk panties. My pussy was sore and it felt comforting to have my high-end lingerie against my sensitive skin. Or was this just an excuse to wear my sexiest panties in hope that Colin would get to see them? Who was I kidding; I had developed a desperate crush on my college advisor, mentor, and professor. This was supposed to be a professional relationship!
My jeans slid up over my womanly hips as I recalled the previous night. We had stayed on the carpeted floor of the library for some time, talking and complementing each others' sexual expertise. We had dressed in silence, and Colin helped me clean the wet spot off the rug. I was so shy I could barely look at him. He hugged me goodnight after walking me to my car. I didn't return home until after midnight and fell asleep with the realization that we had not discussed the "morning after." What was to become of us?
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