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"I'm sure you'll get better with practice," you chuckle, pulling out of her and bending to kiss her while unlocking her cuffs.

"Mmmmm, it was good. I didn't come but it was good. I was close, so close but it didn't happen."

"That's the other part of virgins. They almost never come."

"So as well as being a lousy fuck, you don't get to come? That's a shitty deal."

"You'll just have to practice Vanessa," you tell her, kissing her again.

"Mmmmmm, you taste good. Can I practice with you again? I can sneak in and you can catch me. Have your wicked, forceful way with me. Oh God look at me, I'm dripping. You filled me full of come, you cruel man. Good thing I started birth control last month."

"Started birth control? So you were anticipating losing your virginity?"

"That's what going to college is for, isn't it? I wasn't giving it up to the dumb ass boys in high school." She moves closer and tugs at your shirt, lifting her face to be kissed. "I'm glad it was you. I wouldn't have been glad if you had really **** me, but this was fun. Lots of fun. Except for not coming. I'll have to practice, or perhaps you can tutor me." She nuzzles you happily.

"I'd be happy to," you say, fondling her and kissing her plump little lips. "I'll give you a ride home, if you like."

"That would be great, thanks very much. I live out on campus, is that ok?" You nod and write your cell number on the back of your business card. She takes it and reads it, giving it a little kiss before putting it in her purse.

"So now I have a name to go with the cock John. I thought I was going to have to call you Mr. Chandler." She giggles prettily and touches your nose with one slim finger. You smile and put your jacket on, gesturing to the door. She grins and saunters to the door, looking back over her shoulder at you as she sways her ass.