Yes, I was admitting it, the best sex ever.I found myself searching her out at the club I met her at. Hoping to see her again. Even asking around if a...nyone knew her. A few nights a week, I went looking for her, like a love sick puppy, following her scent. Then I saw her. Across the bar, with some friends. I went to her. “Hey” I said, not knowing what else to say. “Heyyy, you” she said back. She may not have remembered me immediately, but I remembered her. Then I recognized that familiar, sexy,. But I wasn't very experienced either. I had fucked my one and only girlfriend about 3 times before she broke up with me. It wasn't much-- but well enough to get me hooked. I've masturbated every day since I was 12… some days a lot more than that. After I finally had sex for the first time, I had started masturbating at least several times a day. It used to just be at least once a day. So one day towards the end of school, I was in the locker room after P.E class. It was my last period, so. “Actually, I am a little thirsty.”Alison minced her way nursing the fragile flame from a candle. When she left the room, George leaned over to where his backpack sat next to the couch, silently retracted its zipper enough to slide his hand inside.Sheets of rain fell outside and the humid wind strained through crevices in the old, drafty structure as Alison groped in the dimly lit closet for a towel. It looked increasingly likely that this black man, a practical stranger, would have to stay the. I pulled slowly out and slid back into her as deeply as I could. I felt her grip me hard on the way out as if she were trying to sap every bit of my strength, and she was succeeding. I plunged into her faster until I became relentless. Our moans mingled in the half-light of the morning. I couldn’t hold back any longer and pushed forward so hard I felt her slide up the sheets. She gritted her teeth with a small groan and arched back raising herself off the bed in a shudder as I exploded, my hips.