I am a twenty-five-year-old archaeologist, and until recently I was a virgin.

A few months ago I began dating a young woman whom I had met at a party. Dolores is a twenty-four-year-old chemist at a nearby scientific institute. Needless to say, our chemistry was right from the start.

This sensitive woman is five feet two, with coarse brown hair (pulled back into a bun) and beady brown eyes. To my great satisfaction she has enormously large (although not quite proportional) breasts with well-defined areolae and large nipples that are erect most of the day. She is slightly overweight, but otherwise her appearance is tolerable. Considering that I’m not exactly a beefcake myself, I feel that we are well-suited. I am of average height, with an unathletic body, a slight paunch, a receding hairline, and a four-and-a-half-inch penis when fully erect.

Last Saturday evening Dolores and I met at a nearby diner. Alcohol soon dulled our sexual inhibitions. I think I was getting horny. I felt a flush all over my body which was centered at my very stiff but fortunately unobservable erection. I could tell the wine was having a similar effect on Dolores, and when she ran her tongue over her upper lip, I knew it was now or never.

Soon after, we left the diner (in our great excitement, we forgot to pay the bill!) and began the short walk back to my apartment. Both of us perspired profusely in anticipation of what lay ahead. By the time we reached my residence (fortunately my roommate was away for the weekend), I could see beads of sweat on Dolores’s forehead. By now the soreness in my testicles was annoying me.

I quickly entered the room, pulled down the shades, lit a small candle and started up my portable cassette player — side one of Lawrence Welk’s greatest hits. Dolores excused herself and went in the bathroom. While she was in there, I undressed and crawled under the covers. Hastily I placed a prophylactic on my enlarged penis.

Dolores returned, wearing nothing but my blue terry-cloth bathrobe, which she quickly shed. It was then that I first caught a glimpse of her ample body, silhouetted against the whitewashed walls of my room. My body shuddered with anticipation.

She joined me in bed and accidentally knocked her knee against my hip. I proceeded to stroke her hair. Her strong natural odor, undisguised by perfume, triggered my animal instincts. I thrust my tongue in her mouth, then placed a hand on her breast and began to move it over her nipple, which soon became erect.

While we engaged in a strong embrace, I asked Dolores if she was still certain that she wanted to have intercourse. She responded with a soft-spoken but confident yes. I reached down to her vagina and began a massaging motion. As I felt the wetness build up at the entrance to her vagina, I positioned myself on top of her. She spread her legs apart and I penetrated her lubricated vagina, ejaculating with several strong spasms even before I had fully entered her.

We fucked throughout the night, both of us making up for lost time. For the first time in my life I received a blowjob. The feel of Dolores’s lips around my tube was more sensuous than anything I had ever felt before. I licked her pussy until she screamed and flooded my face with a torrent of sweet-tasting juice.

I noted in my journal that my sexual awakening was everything that I dreamed it would be and more.