It had been almost five years since I’d seen Ryan, so I was nervous as I tried to finish cleaning my apartment before he arrived for dinner.

We’d been in the same college marching band, and despite being wildly attracted to him, nothing had ever happened between us.

A few months before the evening when we were finally going to see each other again, a mutual friend revealed that, in college, Ryan had desperately wanted to ask me out, but had never worked up the courage to go for it. The friend said he was worried I would think he was a perv and never talk to him again.

I’d only ever had sex once, despite the fact I was 27, and even that had mostly just been an effort on my part to shed my status as a virgin. I still wanted to know what everyone got so worked up about, and so I had decided that Ryan was going to show me.

There were probably a thousand different ways I could approach this situation, but subtlety has never been my strong suit, so I decided I was simply going to answer the door naked and see what happened. If Ryan ran away screaming, I would possibly die of mortification, but something about the sexy flirtation that had been happening in our emails gave me confidence that he wouldn’t.

I could feel my heart hammering in my chest as I saw Ryan park outside and walk up to my place. I was still wearing a robe, so there was time to change my mind, but I had spent so long playing out this fantasy in my head that I knew I had to do it.

Ryan knocked confidently on the door and I shrugged out of the robe, throwing it onto the couch. My cheeks were already flushed red in embarrassment, but before I could lose my nerve, I flung the front door open.

Ryan’s jaw literally dropped, and he glanced behind him, then came inside and closed the door quickly.

“Hi, Ryan,” I said with a sheepish grin, refusing to let my hands leave my sides to cover my nakedness.

“Nora. Hi! You were wearing more clothes the last time I saw you,” he choked out, doing an admirable job of keeping his eyes locked on mine.

“It’s okay,” I said, not sure where this confidence was coming from, “you can look.”

He tilted his head as though trying to figure me out before slowly lowering his gaze, which trailed down my body and swept back up again. His cheeks were flushed, too, but I didn’t think it was purely from embarrassment. His eyes raked over me again, and he grinned.

“I was hoping things would head in this direction,” he said, “but you’ve definitely saved me from spending the night awkwardly trying to decide whether I should try to kiss you at the end of dinner.”

“You can kiss me now if you want. You know, get it over with so you can relax.”

He did as I suggested, lightly cupping my chin and leaning down to press his warm lips to mine. It was a gentlemanly kiss at first, but then he came back for more, slanting his mouth over mine and nipping lightly with his teeth.

It seemed I wasn’t the only one with some tension to release. He broke the kiss, but only to murmur, against the sensitive skin of my neck, “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to relax while the object of my every college fantasy is standing here naked — but unsatisfied.”

“So satisfy me,” I said, still wondering how the hell I’d become possessed by the spirit of a woman with far more confidence and experience than I ever had.

Ryan shrugged out of his jacket, and like I was living the porn fantasy of my dreams, lust exploded between us.

Even with both of us stripping layers, we couldn’t get Ryan’s clothes off fast enough. When he was completely naked, too, I didn’t even get a chance to check him out before he was kissing me again.

Somehow, we made it across the room to the couch. As we settled down into the soft cushions, Ryan kissed his way to my breasts, then paused to look up at me. “Do you know how many times I imagined what these would look like?”

I bit my lip and shook my head.

“That’s probably for the best. If you had any idea how often I had fantasized about this, you’d probably kick me out.”

I didn’t tell him that I’d done the same.

I wanted so badly for it to be good between us, but I was out of my element. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. Meanwhile, Ryan was licking my nipple, teasing it with his teeth, and it felt like I was dissolving into molten desire.

“Fuck me, Ryan,” I blurted out, thinking that’s what people said in this situation, while desperately hoping he couldn’t tell how insecure I really was.

“Oh, I want to fuck you — but not yet. There’s something else I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about that I need to do first.”

Ryan dropped to his knees on the floor in front of me. When his warm, wet mouth found my clit, I jerked at the intensity of it. No one had ever gone down on me before.

As Ryan started to flick his tongue in tight circles, he thrust two fingers inside me and I instantly stopped worrying about what I should be doing. I was lost to the pleasure of the sensations. It felt incredible.

I could only moan as he continued thrusting and licking. I tried to stop him to get him to fuck me when I knew I was going to come, but he kept going, driving me to a clenching, shuddering orgasm.

As I caught my breath, he pulled a condom from his wallet, put it on, and before I could even start to feel insecure again, he touched his cock to my pussy and slid it inside.

The pressure felt amazing, his shaft spreading me wide as he began thrusting rhythmically. When he pressed his thumb against my clit at the same time, I got lost again, mindless with pleasure and begging for more.

I came again, and he must have done the same because he groaned and held himself deep within me. It was the first time I had ever come with a man inside me, and I was determined to make him do it again before he went home.

He mumbled, “Why the fuck didn’t we do this in college?”

“Because we never would have made it to class?” I laughed, feeling uninhibited and wanton for the first time in my life. “Do you want some dinner before we do it again?”

“There’s actually dinner, too?” he marvelled. “I thought you had just lured me here for sex under false pretenses!”

I swatted him on the ass, he reached out and squeezed my behind, and then I headed to the kitchen. My wild idea had paid off.