It was the summer after my sophomore year in college. I was visiting my college roommate Lisa at her mom's house in Northern Virginia. I had gone to her house many times over the summer, but this weekend Lisa's mom was out of town so we would have her house to ourselves. Like many weekends before, we decided to go dancing in Georgetown.

We went to one of our favorite bars first, but it was very crowded and full of Marines who had already had too much to drink and were a little too rowdy. We left and went across the street to a place that had a more "yuppie" atmosphere.

Once we settled in at the bar with our second drink that night, a couple of really cute guys approached us. Their names were Paul and Mark, and they had been friends since college but had just graduated the year before. Lisa and I fell right into a routine we had, where we pretended to be older and wiser than we were. We pretended to be lawyers who worked downtown and lived together in Falls Church. We flirted and fibbed and enjoyed the chemistry we shared with Paul and Mark. They bought us a couple more drinks and we talked and danced. I was really attracted to Paul and it felt like we had known each other a lifetime. He held me close when we danced, my heart raced, and when he kissed me I felt like I couldn't get close enough and wanted to be completely consumed by him.

After a couple of hours, it was getting more crowded on the dance floor and we'd long since lost our seats at the bar. We decided that we would go out and get some fresh air. It was still early enough that the liquor store at the end of the block was still open. Mark suggested that we go in and get some wine coolers to drink out by water. Lisa and I followed them in our car to someplace on the Potomac that I never knew existed. We got out and watched the airplanes coming in for a landing at what is now named Reagan National Airport, while we drank some more.

It was dark outside and even though Paul and I weren't too far away from Mark and Lisa, it was like we were in our own little world. Lying in the grass with Paul's body close to mine made me so hot. His hands explored my body so hungrily and his kisses made me feel like I would explode. When his tongue wasn't exploring mine, we were talking and joking around. I came clean about the fact that I was not even twenty yet and definitely not an attorney. He was not surprised and once on the subject of my true age and experience, he asked me if I was a virgin. I truthfully told him I was not and that I had only been with a couple of people which was an under-exaggeration. He then asked me if any of "those boys" had ever made me climax and being honest I admitted they had not. Being a cocky and self-assured playboy, he saw this as a challenge and said that he could change that. Although I had no intention of letting things go that far, I found myself losing control and enjoying every minute with him, so when Lisa suggested that we all go back to her mom's house we all agreed.

Once again Lisa and I hopped in one car and the boys in the other, but this time they followed us. We headed over the bridge out of Georgetown and onto I66 heading into Virginia. The drive didn't take long and I started to get very nervous, knowing what was going to happen once we got to Lisa's mom's house. Once we were there, we sat in the kitchen and ate some leftover macaroni and cheese and cookies. We were starved from all of the dancing and kissing!

It was awkward sitting there in the harsh kitchen light after most of our time spent together thus far had been in a dark bar and then out under the stars. My shyness abated once Paul began kissing my neck and whispering in my ear that he could help me with my "little problem". He whispered that he knew just where and how to touch me for a guaranteed orgasm. I giggled and couldn't deny the chills I felt up my spine as his kisses traveled down from behind my ear lobe, down my neck, and over my shoulder. Lisa and Mark were completely absorbed in each other and I don't think either of them noticed when Paul and I left the table and headed upstairs to where the bedrooms were.

We were both hot and sweaty from the night so Paul recommended we take a shower together. We went into the bathroom and he began to undress me and I was soon standing totally naked in front of this man I just met. He then took his own clothes off and we stepped into the warm shower. After washing my back and hair I turned to face him and rubbed the soap over his chest and between his legs as slowly and sensually as I could.

We then rinsed the soap from our bodies, before getting out. We kissed passionately while drying each other and by the time we done, we were both so turned on we barely made it back to the bedroom. Paul sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me down onto his lap. He rubbed me between my legs while kissing my breast until I was wetter than I think I had ever been. I started to think maybe he was right when In one quick motion he flipped me under him and slowly pushed himself inside me. As I lay on my back he began to rhythmically slide in and out of me.

As both our excitement built he began to thrust harder and harder and faster. It was not long before I felt the pressure building inside me and just when I felt like I couldn't take it, he reached down and stroked my clit while continuing to move in and out of me. It only took what seemed like just a few seconds when I exploded, it was a quick release, and something I had felt coming before when having sex, but never got there.

As the feeling began to subside he knew he had accomplished what he said he was going to do and must have felt it was his turn because the next thing I remember is him pushing completely inside me where he held himself while I felt his rhythmic contractions as he finished. Paul was pretty pleased with himself; because all he said was I told you I could do it, before removing himself and collapsing next to me.

After a few minutes, Paul left for a couple of minutes, then returned with a glass of water to share. Once our thirsts were quenched, we began kissing and touching each other again. It was not long before we were both ready for more. This time he pulled me on top of him to where his hardness was pressed between my very lubricated and swollen womanhood. I reached down and placed him at my opening as I lowered myself onto him so he was completely inside of me.

This time I felt like I was in control until he began to thrust his hips upwards and we began to move in unison inducing direct stimulation to my clit as our bodies met. It only took a few minutes when I began to get that feeling again. Our breathing became heavier and I began to moan and feel the pressure building inside me again. This time the orgasm was much stronger and he came before mine had totally subsided. I rolled off of him as I felt him loosing his erection and we both collapsed in exhaustion.

As the sun was coming up, I awoke to him coming up from behind me. He entered me while I lay on my side, but this time we went slow and enjoyed our bodies moving as one. We seemed to fit perfectly together and we were in no hurry. Once we finished, he held me close and we slept for a few more hours.

I gave Paul my number as he and Mark left in the late morning. Lisa and I went back to our beds and slept a few hours more. I was completely exhausted and completely satisfied, reliving the night in my dreams. I never heard Paul again, but I thought of him often over the next few years.