College Flame Emma Horn

As I began to brush my fringes against my lower lips, a memory started to come back to me. The dainty touch of a woman's fingers, and not my own. Hearing about Jenny's lesbian act lit a fire in the back of my mind. Before I met Max’s father there was another lover I took to bed quite often. A woman named Emma Horn.

Emma was a passionate, kind and caring redhead with a body that wouldn't quit. Of course it wouldn't, considering she ran track and field in high school and continued into college when I met her. The first encounter was at a Gym and I could barely take my eyes off of her. Her long hair done up in a fuzzy bun, her running outfit glued to her body and the glint of sweat giving Emma a sheen. It was as if a statue came to life, and while she wasn't the most buxom, she had an allure that drew me to her.

It was an awkward first meeting, I was so spellbound at the time, I tripped over some gym equipment and sent some weights to the floor. This had caught Emma’s attention and she walked over to make sure I was okay. I was of course, if embarrassed but Emma helped me clean up the mess. In repayment, I treated her to a quick lunch at a local college coffee shop. Afterward, the two of us had struck up a bit of a relationship, becoming friends first and then into light dating. A couple of group and double dates but Emma and I grew to be very close. But it was the night after a particularly hard competition where the two of I spent the first night in bed.

Emma didn't even wait. She pinned me against the door of my apartment as soon as we were both inside. She **** her tongue into my mouth and I welcomed it. Her hands ran up the sides of my body while my hands gripped her tight rear with an iron hold. Emma worked hard to get my clothes off as she ground against I but I didn't want to do it in front of my door. There was a much better place to do this act. With a little pushing, I ended up getting Emma to move away and follow me down the hallway, with promises of what was to come. The two of us shed clothes all the way to my bedroom.

There, Emma had once again pinned me to the bed and kissed down my neck to reach my breasts She serviced one with her mouth, her tongue circling the edge of the areola while her hand traveled southward. I moaned, welcoming the feeling. I had teased her for weeks about a special prize for her if she won and now, I was willing to give it to her. But I had wanted this as much as Emma did. At the time I felt like the two of us were made for each other.

Emma's strong hands felt every inch of my body, and held me in a comforting if passionate embrace. But as strong as she felt, Emma never **** anything on me. She might had led the entire night, but she always backed off if I made a sound that sounded off, or asked her to slow down.

I was clumsy at the time but Emma showed me just where to touch her, the right amount of pressure and how to mimic her tongue. She had tasted a bit salty but that was probably due to not taking a shower before we got to the bed.

Our bodies molded to each other; our hands clasped together with each orgasm. We spent the entire night in that bed in a wild night of passion. Fingering, sixty-nine, even tribadism; Emma spared nothing in teaching me the ways of womanly pleasure. Though the use of toys came later in our time.

I gasped as I came and snapped out of my fantasy. Coming down from the rush of my orgasm and the memory of Emma, I quickly cleaned up and made myself more presentable. Wouldn’t do to leave my office smelling like some harlot, but the thought of that night with Emma brought a touch of sadness as well. Emma had to move away to continue her own studies, and I had busied myself with Law school. We kept in touch from time to time, and I even still had her phone number… but it didn't change the fact there were two states between us.

Still, it was my lunch break, and the act had built up a hunger in me. For food and for something more. Perhaps it was time to get out of the office, and to maybe once again switch which team I swung for.