Visiting my old dorm room last week on Homecoming Weekend sent me reeling with such a rush of memories of college. Although I’ve never considered myself gay, I guess the person who really introduced me to sex was my little sylph of a roommate the last two years, Chloe. Lonely weekend nights would find us slow-dancing in our room. We kissed and fondled each other into a horny frenzy. When we slumped on the bed, our horniness dissolved into a deep yearning for each other.

The memories have remained so vivid and urgent over the years as I relive the deliciousness of baring her perfect, delicate breasts and sucking them even as my busy fingers pushed aside her panties to explore her sugary, wet nest. Hushed moans sounded on our lips as we spread our legs for each other.

Hot breath, caring caresses and gentle kisses were interrupted only by the wondrous pressure of Chloe’s beautiful face resting high on the inside of my naked thigh. After stimulating her with my fingers, Chloe, always the generous lover, would eagerly reciprocate, giving much more than she got.

Chloe inevitably kissed the insides of my thighs, slowly, leisurely, until lust grew in my loins. When the pleasure of her foreplay became heightened, she very carefully licked my labia while spreading my lips apart with her fingertips. In those moments I became so intensely hot, thankful for every lick, every bit of attention she paid to my every need. Then, slipping her hands beneath me, cupping my ass, she tongued deep inside me. It was sheer bliss as the passion melted me and convinced me to hump against her eager mouth.

Through it all, my ecstasy climbed higher and higher, until I reached out for her and pulled her body around so that she straddled my chest and offered her sex to me. I tugged her panties down to her knees and kneaded the firm, satiny flesh just as her tongue brought me to the edge of orgasm. I wanted to tongue the tuft of honeyed fleece between her legs, but suddenly I came with a rush and fell back heavily on the bed, clasping Chloe’s head between my thighs as the explosion of my orgasm raced through me.

And then, after a gradual return of calm and tenderness, we held each other in bed, whispering our dreams, sharing our most precious secrets and wishes. We vowed not to let the future destroy our special love. With the innocence of youth, we made promises neither of us could keep.