by Stephen Malczin
(11/07/07)

So you told me Just play safe, and I was desperate for sex, so I perused the postings for w4m on craigslist with no luck. There's so much spam online now that it's hard to tell real from fake. So I posted this ad myself:

Something different for someone interesting -- w4m 28 (chapel hill)

First of all, I have a girlfriend. She's out of town and knows I want to play. Heck, she's done a little herself, although with old friends, not on CL. We have been open since we got together and will be for the rest of our lives or until we're too old and cranky to bother anymore. So you're not walking into relationship drama.

Reply to this and we'll chat online for a little while before we meet. Well thought out replies, please -- more than one line, because there are way too many spammers. Even if you don't reply to me, I hope you find what you're looking for!

I got a good reply along with two bad ones: one a girl who sounded way too immature, and one someone who was probably a picture collector. But the third one stood out.

Hi there!

Lots. -- A

I created a messenger account and found her online. We chatted there for about half an hour or so -- until midnight. Her name is Audrey, she's 24, and she lives in Chapel Hill, south on 86 down a hill in that little bend after you leave campus heading towards our old place. She finished her master's thesis at the end of the semester and passed her defense with I forget the word, but effectively caveats. She's got to make some revisions before they give her the degree, so she's sticking around Chapel Hill this summer to finish it up. She's doing her thesis on the differing meanings of "fair trade" regulations in the coffee markets of South America. She's a coffee geek, hardcore, like she said. So anyway, we talked about her for a bit, and I talked about me and actually, us a little bit. Mentioned that I'd had to come back early for work, but that you were still enjoying your vacation.

She finally said:

mistressoftrade (00:02:48)

Sure. See you soon!

There were actually a couple of people at the bar. Audrey was sitting at the table nearest the entrance, watching out the window. She looked up as I walked in and I knew it was her by the look. She smiled. Good sign. Nervous, I stood there and held out my hand, and she grinned, a little embarrassed, and squeezed it. I said, "If I'm going to be up awhile I'll want a cup of coffee," and grabbed coffee and my composure. She was good looking, and she wasn't put off by my looks or my beard. She reminds me of Sondra a little, but with finer features, and red-brown freckles on her face and arms that match her hair. Full-blown curly hair, pulled back. Auburn, I guess they call it. Tannish-green T-shirt and nice form-fitting jeans. Nice form, too. Oh, she has a belly button ring and a nipple ring (didn't find that out in Jack Sprat, though).

We talked for thirty minutes or so, till a little after one, both feeling each other out about the evening (and the morning at that point), and talking about, well, interesting stuff. She's a Diane Reim fan, but she also likes Terry Gross (Fresh Air). She's a George R.R. Martin fan, though -- she loves the political stuff, which I guess is why she's in international trade. I made sure she wasn't looking for anything long term -- she's got a job with SBC (the coffee company, not the phone company) in Seattle in the fall, after she finishes her master's thesis, and she's already packing for it. She was cute, interesting, sexy, and not an axe murderess.

We ended up going back to her place. She kept a nice place, though it smelled like coffee, and her papers were all over the kitchen table and the coffee table. By the time we got there it was nearly 1:30, and we had both already agreed that I would sleep there with her for the night. We chatted for maybe fifteen more minutes. I recommended another political fantasy book to her.

We kissed after the first five or six minutes, I think. There was a lull in the conversation and I reached and squeezed her hand experimentally and she leaned into me there on the couch (brown corduroy -- definitely a college couch). The kisses just got more and more protracted, punctuating the conversation at first and then dominating it. She uses her tongue differently than you do when kissing. It's nice, but I can't really describe it.

By this point our hands were exploring under each other's shirts, and I tingled as I felt a girl's belly-button ring for the first time in my life. She smiled inside our kiss and leaned in, her hand diving down the back of my jeans. I was wearing that flimsy black shirt you bought me for parties. Her hands were making me wet; I could feel that special coolness at the tip of my cock. I was throbbing. I snapped her bra off. One snap.

That was when I discovered the nipple ring. As I undid her bra, she took her shirt off, and in one motion pulled my face towards her breasts. I fondled her belly button ring a little with my finger while I kissed her chest madly. I was a little afraid of the nipple ring and I guess I seemed gingerly when I got close to it, backing off from the gentle, sucking kisses when she said, "Put your tongue under the loop and tug just a very little when you kiss it." I did and she moaned. She clasped her arms around my back and my head, and said "Keep going..."

Her hand was rubbing my crotch through my jeans now. I got a little too close for comfort after several more minutes of intense making out, so I trailed a line of kisses down her torso, playing with her belly button ring the same way she'd asked me to play with her nipple ring. I undid her fly and her hands snaked down her jeans like lightning. I stifled a giggle of embarrassment when she did that, because when I looked down at her exposed crotch, she was shaved. Actually, waxed, I suppose, because she had just a little fuzz the color of her hair, about the same texture as you after you depilate. My embarrassment was short lived, though, because I could smell how wet she was. To each her own. It certainly wasn't unattractive, just different.

My kisses met the insides of her thighs and she arched her back and spread her legs, drawing me towards her waiting pussy without touching me at all. I teased the inside curves of her butt-cheeks with my tongue and she almost leapt off the couch...and then my tongue met her pussy.

I went down on her with my own jeans still on. She was so ready for me: wet and fresh tasting, a little tarter than you, which isn't, I have to say, entirely to my liking, but she was still fresh and sweet.

Going down on her was intensely pleasurable for us both. I started off with broad, light strokes that included her labia, switching between her outer and inner lips. Each caress of my tongue started all the way at the bottom of her vulva, so I could dip my tongue ever-so-briefly into her. Chillbumps went up on her thighs, and as they subsided her breathing got more rapid, more labored.

I started concentrating more on her clitoris, which was firm like yours gets under my fingers right before you come. I don't know how long I went down on her, but she came, and it was shocking, because she bucked first and then closed her thighs around my head, holding me so tight that I could hear her pulse in her thighs. I ran my tongue along her, coaxing out every ounce of her orgasm. When she finally released me, I looked up admiringly at her. The lips of both her mouth and her pussy were bright, bright pink.

She undid my fly.

Before I slipped my jeans off I pulled a condom out of my pocket and handed it to her. She took it and sat up. She must have seen I was quite wet at the tip, because she took my cock in hand, stroked it a couple of times, squeezing more out to the tip, and went down on me, taking only a little more than my head into her mouth and sucking hard. I could feel her tongue graze across the opening hungrily. Then she leaned back, smiling, and put the condom on me. My cock went a little limp at that, but she didn't seem concerned. You know -- that always happens with those things and me. She ran her tongue along the insides of my thighs and then took my balls into her mouth, one by one, gently, and I was erect again, ready for what came next.

She led me to her bed and we made out for only a minute or two before falling down on it, me on top, her thighs spread wide, and my cock bouncing with my pulse, ready to slide into her. I leaned in to kiss her and slid my cock in ever so slowly, savoring that first moment intensely.

She felt different from you, though it's hard to explain how. Maybe just smaller, overall. Your body truly is made for me; you fit me so well. Not that this wasn't good -- it was just different, and I felt if I thrust all the way into her that I might somehow hurt her. That wasn't the case, and it didn't stop me from trying it -- every inch. She grabbed my ass and pulled hard onto her, pulled her thighs up and out, taking me in even deeper. She kissed me full-tongue as she did, and we held motionless with all that tension, for several long seconds till I pulled out to thrust again. She was good at thrusting back as I thrust, and as the sex got more and more intense, the bed creaked a little.

She moaned, and then remembered my name was Bob and called it out. She followed my intensity exactly and sounded like she was going to come again. And then she did, bouncing me against her, thrusting up from below as hard as I was thrusting from above.

I got closer and closer. She's taller than you, and I could reach her breasts easily with my mouth while we were having sex, so when I was ready to come, I craned to suck on her left breast, and she held me tight against her while I came and came. We lay there joined while our breathing slowed, smiling at each other almost proudly. We kissed. I slipped off her and she nestled against me on her bed, and fell asleep. I soon followed her. It was three a.m.

I woke up before her and started kissing her shoulders and back, stroking the backs of her thighs ever so gently with the tips of my fingers to wake her up. She leaned into it in her sleep and the excitement of that made my cock stiffen. She woke as I was kissing up the side of her neck. She pushed her hair back, exposing her ear and arched her neck as my lips found her ear. I could see her blurry, close-up smile with my right eye. She turned over and kissed me, and then threw back the covers and went down on me. It was so sudden and her attention was so intense, I felt the blood rushing through my thighs towards my cock.

She put another condom on me, and then turned over and got up on her knees.

She leaned back on her haunches and arched provocatively, and I went down on her for just a minute to tease her, before thrusting into her from behind. She was bonier than you, and I couldn't pound her nearly as intensely or for as long as I can you, but it felt good, and she got really, really loud. I got close, and she sensed it and pulled forward, exposing my cock to the cool air and almost shocking the orgasm out of me. But she turned and rolled the condom back with one quick motion of her hand and started sucking me passionately. She pulled out a vibrator and set it to herself while she did. It took me a minute to change gears, but she was determined and she gave great head, and finally I felt that burning feeling course through my balls and I came for her, deep inside her mouth, and as I finished, she sucked me slowly, savoring my orgasm and smiling. She was getting close, I could tell from the color of her cheeks, but she turned off the vibrator and leaned back on the bed.

This time I used my fingers on her, so I could control the intensity better, thinking she might have numbed herself out a bit with the vibrator. She set my head on her breast, the one with the nipple ring, and I sucked her like she'd told me to last night.

When she came, her thighs clenched around my hand the same way they had around my head last night, and I made my sucking match her intensity...and finally we lay there, spent, and napped for another drowsy half hour. Then we had breakfast, just cereal, and held each other a little while watching TV. We kissed once as I left, and said good-bye, and I came on home to write everything to you.

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