A night of lovemaking followed by a mourning wake up call.

"Just shut up and kiss me, you goddamned gorgeous giantess." You moan the words, already hating how lovely and loving she is. Sasha wastes no more time with words, using her mouth to say something much more profound as her cupid bow lips crush against yours and her tongue speaks fluently without uttering a sound. Your dangling legs bend at the knee as your feminine instincts take over. She is so ginormous, yet so gentle.

You've never felt more like the woman you are, and want to be, as you have softly necking with this towering temptress. You forget why you ever bothered with boring bois and stumbling studs when you can get manhandled so much more expertly by a woman, and foot long cock or no, Sasha is all woman. Her kisses are part playful...darting tongue luring out yours and pulling away with a teasing smile...part possessive, holding you up with one hand softly squeezing your ample ass and the other cupping your chin while she kisses you so soft it hurts. You guess she got lot's of practice kissing girls as a football star. You wonder how many of them realized they liked girls after making out with a tight end?

She's got this cool confidence that was nowhere to be seen before she started sucking on your lips. It's like she knows her way around your mouth better than you do, and you are content to go along with her for the guided tour, taking the spit swapping scenic route as she slowly walks you over to wall so she can pin you against it and fondle you freely. Your legs and arms latch onto her tightly pulling you against her so her breasts crush against yours. You melt on her tongue and let her lap you up as her long, slender fingers slide over you, composing a concerto of wanton whimpers and mindless moans as her deft digits discover erogenous zones you didn't know you had, and send your favorites into orgasmic overdrive.

You erupt all over her beautiful brown skin, your splatter almost shining in contrast. Sasha smiles against your lips whispering "You're ready," and lifting you up over her head and turning you around and upside down before setting you down with your hips on her shoulder and your alluring ass in her face. She kisses you again, just as playfully at first, licking around your rosebud and planting sucking kisses. This soon gives way to possessive, passionate plunges of her tongue so deep inside you that shoot another shuddery spurt all over her beautiful breasts. She delves deeper, delivering a love letter so deep and articulately phrased you could swear you feel your heart licked.

"That's enough spoiling you. You get the idea." Sasha peels you off as you pant and pout and drip a puddle on the floor. She sets you on your back and stands over you, your eyes watering to behold such a stunningly statuesque specimen in the flesh. She slowly lowers herself, teasing you with those perfectly proportioned generous globes as she sits on your face, smothering you in splendor. You don't need any further instruction. Realizing her captivating kisses were more on the job training than romance, you apply what you learned and kiss her deep, dripping with desire, deftly discovering her weak spots via echooOOOoolocation. She grinds slow and soft on your face in a gentle rythm, not rushing her rise to ecstasy. In total control, yet soft as a feather, she tempts your tongue to new heights of arousing acrobatics, until you finally push against her cum button so hard that she lets loose and rides your face like the queen of the rodeo, lassos of cum coating your creamy skin.

She lifts you up again and firewoman carries you to her bed, where she lays you down so soft you feel like a porcelain doll. "I've been wanting to try this for weeks" Sasha moans as she climbs into bed, lifting your leg up high. You are endlessly obedient, knowing this comely colossus could never hurt you. She twists so that she can slide her thick cock deep inside your ass, and pull your pretty prick up her craving cunt. You slide slick and sweaty and sticky against one another, scissor fucking as your thighs clap and asses quiver around your swollen, spurting shaft. Sasha is so tortuously, tantalizingly tall that she can still twist her torso to pull you into another kiss. This time she isn't training you for later, she's kissing you goodbye. She's making love...making you love her...and giving you a farewell fuck all at once.

As punishments go, you could think of worse, but not off the top of your head. It's on the tip of your tongue, but Sasha is batting that around like a playful kitten while she simultaneously fucks and sucks out every last spurt you have. You will probably never meet a woman this overpowering and overwhelming as this lovely leviathan, but as much as if breaks your heart, you'd rather let her in and lose her, than never had shared this moment with her.

You only realize you are crying when you feel her kissing your tears away, cooing, "Don't cry, darling, we still have all night." She rolls you into a little ball and eats her cum out of your cunt. You don't know if she's learned to love herself yet, but she definitely is acquiring a taste. You smile, savoring the night, as she cleans you like a mommy cat and pets you until you purr. You learn more together in one night than you had in a lifetime. You learn that you can always seem to fall in love again, like the blockhead going for the football and losing his footing everytime. Sasha learns she is lovable, and that she can love, even if it's just for a night. But what a night...one you will never forget...even if you wish you could...

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In the morning, it's Deja Vu all over again. Your lover is nowhere to be seen. This time, it's no mystery, and the culprit that stole your heart even left a confession, texting you,

'Dear Amy, I want to thank you for what you did for, to, and with me last night. I will never forget you, even if I want to. I wish we had met in another life, one where we could live and love without all the hate and the hurt hanging over us. I still have a long way to go before I love myself, and I worry that you do to. I don't know if I will ever see you again, and if I do, I don't know if I will want to be seen. I am being graduated out of quarantine, so this is probably goodbye, but I have one favor to ask of you. Please don't forget to save Amy along with the rest of lost and lonely souls. She is worth saving, and worth loving. I just wish I was strong enough to do it. I know I look like I am, but that's just because I'm tall. LOL ♡'

You don't text her back, knowing it would only cause needless pain. Your pain, on the other hand is very needful, even needy. You are just glad it's a Saturday finally. You don't have it in you to save anyone today. Least of all yourself. You just want to slink back to your dorm, shower, and sob yourself to sleep for a day or two.