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But the item next to the bikini really caught my attention.
I sighed and held a picture for closer inspection. I wiped the smattering of dust that had accumulated on the glass and stared at the image of my youthful face. In the photograph, a young man draped his arm across my shoulders. We squinted in the bright sunlight, with playful grins as if we shared a secret. At that moment, we were both blissfully unaware of obstacles that lay ahead.

I smiled, recalling the image of my college boyfriend and my first true love. “Blake,” I whispered.
I am not about to burn this photograph.
Just bringing up Blake’s name brought a feeling of longing to the surface. That picture reminded me of warm summer days without a care in the world and made me feel an unfamiliar stirring deep inside. But what was that yearning for: to see Blake again or have those halcyon days of my youth once more? Maybe it was both or something else. Was it possible to reclaim the excitement of those years of discovery?

Blake had a power over me and could talk me into just about anything. My parents thought he was a negative influence and didn’t want me to be with him. Maybe they were right?

I looked at a faded round scar on my forearm. In fact, I never told anyone how I got the scar. But Blake knew. And if I brought the scar close enough to my face, I could still see the faint outline of, well . . . some things are better left unsaid. Some memories should remain in the box—hidden secrets, secrets hidden.

A deluge of memories shot through me at lightning speed.
My favorite had always been our first intimate encounter—the night we both lost our virginity during our freshman year of college. But the memory that zoomed to the forefront was the
last
time we made love.

I looked at the image of Blake’s face. This photograph became a portal, a time machine. All I had to do was stare at this picture and back I went to college. We attended a prestigious private university. We were both awarded athletic scholarships—his for football and mine for gymnastics. Without our scholarships, neither of us could afford the steep private school tuition.

What started out as a dare became a tradition. The Friday before Blake’s home football games, he slipped notes under my dorm room door, inviting me to meet for a tryst. The first time he challenged me, I agreed.

Much to his surprise and delight, I showed up and quickly loved the excitement the new locations offered. He tried to convince me our afternoon sex helped him relax before the big games, but we both shared in the thrill. After his practice, we met in the school gardens, behind the football stadium, and the list of our escapades grew over the months. Each rendezvous became more adventurous as Blake tried to outdo himself. My competitive nature led me to stand up to each challenge.
Or should I say lie down, bend over, kneel . . . the list kept growing.

Today, I was fascinated by his request to meet in the small study room. As I walked sprightly through the library with my backpack bouncing on my shoulders, I glanced around, but it felt deserted. Everyone seemed to be outside enjoying the warm fall sunshine. The halls were silent, and only the faint smell of decaying paper wafted through the air. I ran up the stairs, anticipating what was to come.

We had been to parties at Blake’s fraternity. We had enjoyed numerous romantic dinners and beach trips. But it was our adventures that excited me the most.

Eagerly, I bounded into the study cubicle on the second floor. The small room consisted of a table, chairs, and nothing else except a window with an angled view of the campus, slightly obstructed by a thicket of trees. As always, the first sight of Blake made me gasp. Today was no exception. He stared at me when I walked into the room. He ran his fingers through his thick chestnut hair while leaning his back against the window frame, fixing his eyes on me. He spread his fingers across what looked like the start of a dark beard.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he said, giving me a boyish grin. “Close the door and turn off the light. I’ve been thinking about kissing you all afternoon. I could barely get through practice.”

“I know what you mean. I almost jogged over here from class. Are you ready for your last home game this season?” I asked, flipping the switch.

“Yes, if you’ll help me relax. And I’m sorry I couldn’t meet you for lunch today. My schedule will ease back up next week. But I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“You will. How?”

“I’ll show you. First, let’s start with your dress. Take it off slowly for me.”

Sunlight cut across a corner of the space, leaving the remainder of the room shadowed. We were alone. I stood in the darkened section, lifting my dress. Blake’s eyes were fixated on me in a penetrating stare. His fervor turned me on, and suddenly I felt adrenaline surging through my body. I tossed my dress onto a chair.

He smiled. “Now come here.”

I wanted to run into his arms; instead, I walked slowly, teasing him with the sway of my hips. He watched me without blinking. He rubbed his lips together. Stepping into the warm sunbeams and next to Blake, I could smell his freshly showered scent. Without pause, he pulled me close and hugged me as if we hadn’t seen each other in months.

He stroked my hair and lifted my chin to look into his eyes. No one had eyes like Blake. They were more golden than brown and at the moment seemed to be predatory like a tiger’s stare. And the intense look he gave me was filled with hunger, like he starved for my touch.

I thought he was going to kiss me, but he startled me by saying, “I have loved you since the first moment I saw you. I’m glad I waited until college to make love, because you made the first time unforgettable, like everything about you.” He ran his hand down my arm and squeezed my hand. “These past couple years have been the best of my life.”

“I love you. Happy anniversary,” I said.

His face lit up. “You’re something else. I know what I want to do to you.”

“Kiss me?”

In the next instant, he leaned his face down and brushed his lips against my cheek. I felt a surge of warmth, anticipating his exploring touch. He slid his hand behind my head, tangling his fingers in my ponytail, tugging on my hair. He pressed his mouth flush against mine. His tongue parted my lips, searching for its playmate.

At the same time, he rubbed his other hand down my side and behind my back, unhooking my bra. He leaned over, placing tiny kisses on my throat, and cupped my breasts, squeezing them tenderly. He sucked one sensitive nipple while he fondled the other. I could feel wetness spread between my legs.

Using his other hand, Blake traced the outside of my panties in a circular motion. “You’re so wet. You want me, don’t you?” he asked.

I could barely speak, but managed to say, “Yes . . . please.”

He rubbed back and forth across my panties. “Oh, I’m going to give it to you.”

I stared at his wide grin. “Promises. Promises.”

“I deliver. You know I always do.”

Blake rotated my shoulders until I faced the open window. In the next instant, he rubbed his hands down my sides and along the curve of my hips. He flared his fingers across my bottom, squeezing my burning flesh, and skimmed his tongue along the base of my spine. He surprised me when he began sucking and biting at the soft skin on my round bottom.

“You like it when I touch you like this?” he asked.

“I want more.”

I leaned forward with my arms sprawled across the windowsill and stared outside. With my chest angled toward the sunlight, I watched the students walking across campus. Anyone looking up would have been treated to the sight of my bare breasts.

Blake dropped to his knees. I let out a gasp as Blake knelt beneath my spread legs, holding my thighs. With his face pushed up against my panties, he began blowing hot breaths onto the silk. My moist skin underneath the fabric tingled in anticipation. He curved his finger around my panties and pulled them to the side. My exposed, well-shaven flesh throbbed with desire.

He wrapped his lips around my satiny skin. He pulled my slick folds inside his mouth and sucked. My clit sprang to life, becoming fully engorged and throbbing with sensitivity. Working in rhythm, he pushed two fingers inside me and rubbed his tongue back and forth. My moans resonated through the room, filling the silence as my body clenched. He licked. And sucked. I could hear the faint sound of him moaning. My body tightened. My thighs wrapped around his head until finally a wave of warmth swept across me.

After I shuddered in ecstasy, Blake stopped and hopped to his feet. “Let’s really live. I dare you to go out onto the ledge with me and make love,” he said, his eyes pleading.

I looked over the ledge, clamped my teeth together, and saw the ground far below. I told myself to go for it, but to not look down. Swallowing hard, I reluctantly complied.

“I’ll climb out first, and then you follow. Once you’re safely out there, climb onto me, straddle my hips, and ride me.” His naughty laugh filled the room. “Don’t worry, the ledge is wide enough to hold us.”

Before I could answer, he removed his shirt, revealing his flat stomach and defined abs. A few seconds later, he slid his shorts off and was standing next to me in only his boxer briefs. He hoisted his leg over the windowsill, climbing slowly onto the ledge. He crawled forward a couple feet and then rolled onto his back. With one foot dangling over the side and swinging in the breeze, he motioned me forward. “The sunshine and the warm air feel incredible out here. Come straddle those cute legs over mine.”

“Why should I?”

“Because you want it.”

He knows I can’t resist.

Carefully, I scaled the windowsill and clambered across the ledge on all fours and slowly climbed on top of his feet. With my legs draped across his toned calves, I began scooting up toward his hips. Slowly. Slowly. I maneuvered my way along his body until I was sitting astride him. I felt his stare. When I glanced at his face, he showed no signs of fear; only amusement flickered in his eyes as he pushed his boxer briefs low enough for his erection to aim toward the sunlight.
Oh . . . wow.

Although I could do flips on a balance beam, my nerves were getting the best of me. I tried not to look down. I sucked in my breath. My heart pounded.
Focus. Focus. Don’t think about the huge drop to the ground or that anyone looking up might see us. Don’t look down again.
I tilted my body, trying to steady myself as my legs dangled over his hips. In a calming motion, he stroked his fingertips down my back to my hips, his touch leaving a path of warmth. I looked into his eyes and saw desire staring back at me.

With my legs straddled across his hips, I pushed my crotch against him. He took my hand and placed it on his penis. My mouth curved upward in a smile of amazement. Although I had seen his cock many times before, the size continued to astonish me. One hand was not enough to accommodate his manliness.

Reluctantly, I let go of my grasp on the ledge. I reached over with my other hand and continued to stroke him. The more I rubbed my hand up and down, the larger and harder he grew.
Lucky me
, but I didn’t say it out loud.

Blake, however, was more vocal. “Oh no, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” he murmured. His lips puckered in a playful smile. He slid my red panties over to the side and expertly slipped his finger inside my warm, wet center. I could feel the gentle breeze brush against my wetness. My breathing quickened to match his.

After he eased one finger inside me, he slid in a second. I opened my legs wider. I pushed my hips closer to allow him full access. At that moment, I would have done anything he wanted me to do. But he knew that already.

“I can’t get enough of you. Ever,” I said.

“Tell me what you want, Lila.”

“I need you,” I said breathlessly.

In one quick motion, he gripped my hips, lifted me, and pushed my warm flesh on top of his penis. Secretly, I loved how he took charge. I leaned forward and dug my nails into his biceps, watching his face smile with pleasure. I tilted my hips side to side, easing myself onto his long, hard shaft. I sucked in my breath as I could feel his thick cock stretching me, every inch of him pushing inside my tightness.

“You feel so good,” he said. He moaned from my warmth as my inner muscles clenched and released, pulling him in deeper. In the next instant, he traced his fingers around the tenderness of my throbbing clit.

I smiled. “I want you deep inside me.”

After fully mounting him, my hips took over the rhythm, pushing my pelvis against him, increasing our friction. He felt like a wild bull I was trying to tame undulating beneath me. He was totally uninhibited and wild.

The motion of my hips took over, and I began to rock against him, grinding myself into him. I pinned his hands above his head, holding them down, kissing him. At the same time, he lifted his pelvis to thrust against me like he was dancing inside. I tried to remain in control but couldn’t.

“No one will ever love you as much as I do,” he whispered breathlessly in my ear. My moans penetrated the gusty air. I was at the point of no return. My tingling flesh clung to him, sucking him into my depths. Two orgasms gripped me in quick succession. As I climaxed, the muscles deep inside me squeezed him, pulling him closer. I felt him tense under me. Someone groaned—me, him, or both in unison.

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