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	You ever had one of those days?  I had received a grade of 53 on 
one of my papers, (also somehow managing to spell the professors name 
incorrectly), had a house guest from hell who would not leave,  the 
possibility of getting mono from my roommate, (who had such a bad case 
that he had to go to the hospital) and had the Head Resident Advisor 
track me done because said house guest did not leave when they were 
supposed to, and confirm with me that they were indeed gone.  Then, the 
next day, I overslept for my classes, ran to work in the computer lab (in 
the pouring rain, naturally).  On top of all that,  today was my 
birthday.  Hold on to the congratulations;  today I was officially a 
nineteen year old virgin who had never kissed a girl in my entire life.  
	
	Done laughing?  Good.  Well, the next day,  I spent my usual 
Saturday doing my laundry,  studying, and writing papers.  Finished 
dinner,  and then messed around on the computer, and basically killing 
time.  About 7 oclock, I heard a knock on the door.    I then assumed the 
look of a deer staring into the headlights of an oncoming car.  This 
particular car was about 5 6, with dark hair, beautiful eyes, tan skin, 
full pouting lips, and a smile that could stop traffic.    The car  was 
wearing a black skirt, green blouse,  dark blue pumps,  and gold stud 
earrings.   After promptly losing speech control (as well as almost 
bladder control)  I opened the door all the way and invited the car inside.
	
	Um, uh, . . .gah,  hum, uh  okay, so it wasnt Shakespeare...I 
dont think you could do better.   The car, uh goddess, uh womans name was 
Jackie,  a vision of beauty that I had met over the summer.  Upon 
learning of my condition she had promised me that one day she would take 
me around the fraternities of my college (nope, never gotten drunk, done 
drugs, or been to a frat) so that I could unwind, meet people, and say 
that I had gotten drunk at least once while in college.  This appeared to 
be the day.  If I could manage to speak coherently. 
	
	Nope I couldnt.  How have you been?  It took me a minute to 
realize that she was talking to me  (I know we were alone together, but I 
was still having trouble believing that she was looking at me, much less 
talking to me)  and then I stammered out fine, fine you? Anything I can 
do for you? get you?  in about two seconds.  
	
	She laughed, a wonderful sound, as she showed me a basket in her 
hand.   Do you know where I could put this?  Before the sentence was half 
finished I had taken it, and placed it on my bed (while Jackie lowered 
the lights).  Jackie then proceeded to unpack the basket,  which 
contained Chinese food, and soda.  I noticed all the Chinese was finger 
food, like small eggrolls, and  dumplings.  We then fed  each other, back 
and forth, until suddenly Jackie drew my finger into her mouth and began 
to suck on it.  
	
	At this point I must confess, 90% of the blood in my body was 
contained in less then 10% of my flesh.  She slowly pulled it out then 
began to clear away the leftovers of the food.  When she was finished,  I 
began to massage her back, which caused her to purr appreciatively.  This 
went on for awhile before I yawned, causing her to laugh.
	
	Then she kissed me.  
	
	Its amazing how for simple words can convey the science of an 
action without revealing the poetry.  It felt like a warm glaze, as her 
tongue entered my mouth and explored.  This went on for awhile, before I 
lost the battle and collapsed.  Imagine  living in a desert all your life 
and then seeing a lake.  A wonderful dream come true.  Anyway, I then 
collapsed on the floor as my legs gave out.  
	
	I lay on the floor, looking up at her, and praying that this was 
not a dream.  She looked down at me with an amused smile on her face. 
Problem, Slave?  she asked, with a smirk.  Slave and Master were her 
nickname for me and mine for her.  No Master!, I replied kissing her 
feet.  She smiled and the room suddenly got VERY warm.  She then began 
undressing and then raised an eyebrow;  What are your waiting for?  
Musical accompaniment?  I then began striping, (probably resembling the 
Tasmanian devil  with my alacrity *[SAT WORD!!!]*).  
	
	Soon we were both naked, and lying on my bed, spoon-like.  It was 
somehow comforting to just lie there holding her, and I think that she 
realized that I needed to slow down .  I felt wonderful, even though I 
expected this to be the end of the evening. I appreciated that she seemed 
to have own this help me feel less self-conscious.  It worked.  Soon we 
went to sleep.  
	
	When I woke up, I felt something strange.  It suddenly occurred 
to me that I had an erection and that Jackie was squeezing it between her 
thighs, and rubbing her finger on the tip.  When she heard my sudden 
inhalation, she smile sweetly, rolled me on to my back and slowwwwly 
drifted toward my bellow.  Then she took me into her mouth, and began to 
use her tongue.  It felt wonderful but I was unable to enjoy it for long 
before it became overwhelming.  I quickly asked her to stop, and she did, 
a puzzled  expression on her face.  I then pulled her up, and rolled her 
onto her back, and followed the same journey she did.  I began at her 
forehead, kissing it repeatedly, before I slid to her lips.  Then I 
progressed ever so slowly to her neck, where  I stayed for a while, 
kissing and nibbling (causing her to moan, gasp, and stretch),  and then 
drifting towards her belly.  I then encountered dark curls, neatly 
trimmed,  my goal within reach.  I licked her lips, before entering, 
probing with my tongue for her clit.  The sounds Jackie was making was 
sounding more and more encouraging.  All to soon she began to shudder, 
and grasp my head, as I did my best to please her.  
	
	When she had ceased  writhing, I began again, and then again,  
trying to show the depth of my thanks for what she had done for me.  I 
had always considered myself unattractive, and felt that I would die and 
old virgin, but I was now with a wonderful woman who was showing me that 
this was not true.  I had once asked Jackie the difference between 
dating  and hooking up.  She had explained it as hooking up was a once 
time affair, while dating  was a lasting affair.  I was not sure which 
this would fall under, but it was the greatest experience of my life, and 
I would always remember it with joy.  
	
	When she appeared sated, she then switched our positions, playing 
me like a piano, from agony to ecstasy and back, before finally taking me 
over the brink.  A feeling entered my body, a warmth I had never felt 
before.  This intense feeling flowed through may making my moan for what 
seemed like forever, before It was over.  Jackie slithered up my body and 
kissed me on the lips.
	
	Happy Birthday, David

		I really wish I could repeat this weekend....