It was the summer after my final semester of college. Marta was my younger brother’s friend, so I’d known her indirectly for many years. She was cute, but I’d never given it much thought, maybe because she was four years younger than me. It doesn’t seem like a lot now, but when you’re 22, 18 feels young.

There were a bunch of us hanging out at a friend’s house. It wasn’t a formal party, just a gathering of whoever showed up. There were guitars, percussion, and keyboards around, so there was a lot of music-making going on.

I was sitting on the floor toward the back of the group listening to James play piano when Marta came over and sat next to me. It was summer, and we were both wearing shorts. Why had I never noticed her legs before? They were tanned and quite lovely.

“Hey, Jack, I haven’t seen you in a while,” she said. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good. I’m just glad my classes are over. Hoping to enjoy the summer. What about you?”

“I’m in summer mode too. Looking to have some fun before starting school in the fall,” she said. “Trying not to stress about it.

“Well, summer looks great on you.” I went there. It was the legs.

She smiled. “Thanks. You look good too.”

We sat and listened.

Then her leg touched mine. And she kept it there. I started to feel buzzed, almost as if I’d taken something. But I hadn’t. It was just the skin-to-skin touch.

Then, with a smile, she kissed me. It was a full-on, lustful, tongue-tangling kiss.

She whispered in my ear, “I’ve wanted to do that for years.”

I guess I’m glad she waited until she was of legal age.

Two evenings later we went to dinner and ended up at my place.

The studio apartment had a set of large windows that faced an alley, with another building across the way that housed, among other things, a YMCA gym.

I kissed her deeply as I closed the door behind us.

I asked if she’d like a glass of wine, and she replied in the affirmative. As I poured the wine, she walked over to the windows. Turning back to her, I saw that she had already taken her clothes off.

“Wow,” I said, handing her the glass.

“I figured, why wait? We both know why we’re here.”

Her body was exquisite, and I told her so. She blushed and said, “Thank you.”

We sipped our wine.

“Aren’t you going to get naked?” she asked.

She didn’t have to ask twice. I put down my wine and started stripping. She sipped her wine and watched me, smiling approvingly. I was already pretty hard.

“You have a nice cock,” she said, and she started stroking it with her right hand while holding her wine in her left.

I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. We looked into each other’s eyes.

“What do you think?” she asked. “Shall we give them a show?” She glanced toward the window and I looked out to see a few people in the window of the “Y” across the alley trying to hide the fact that they were looking in our direction.

Without waiting for an answer, she put down her wine and kissed me on the neck, just below the chin. She traced her tongue down my chest, licking my nipples, then continued down my stomach, finally taking me into her mouth.

Her head skills were magnificent.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “How did you learn to do that?”

“Practice,” she said. “I was a virgin until a few months ago, so I learned to please boys in other ways.”

“God, you’re gonna make me cum too fast!”

She laughed. It was infectious, so I laughed too.

“Time to move to the bed,” she said.

I took her hand and led her there, then playfully shoved her down onto it. I leaped on the bed and immediately pushed her legs apart and dove into her sweet pussy. I was so hungry for it! I was not disappointed. She tasted better than I’d imagined since two nights ago when we first connected.

At 22, I hadn’t been with that many women, so I don’t know how good my pussy-eating skills were. But she seemed to enjoy it. While licking her clit, I peeked up at her face and she was grinning. She turned her head toward the window and arched her back in performed ecstasy, then smiled and gave the folks at the “Y” a little wave.

I chuckled at the show, causing her to laugh as well.

I growled and climbed on top of her, tickling her and we laughed some more. Then our lips met in the most fervent kiss I’d ever experienced up to that point.

We became a tangle of arms and legs enmeshed in passion. I needed to be inside her. I reached into my nightstand, pulled out a condom, and quickly unwrapped it. I slipped it on, her watching me the whole time, legs spread and ready.

I entered her and it was heaven. She was so tight that I wasn’t sure if I’d last more than a minute, but somehow I managed. I looked over to the window. The crowd had grown larger.

“Let’s give them something fun to look at,” I said.

“Hmmm…” she moaned.

“Doggy?” I asked.

“Never done it. Like I said, I was a virgin until a couple of months ago.”

“Me neither. Wanna try?”

I pulled out, and she turned around, her perfect ass in the air. With her help, I got it in, and it felt even better than before.

She writhed overzealously for the benefit of our audience, so I joined her.

“Damn, we’re so good at this we should do porn,” I said.

“Aren’t we already?” she chuckled.

We were sweating and moaning and having a huge amount of fun.

When she caught her breath, she remarked, “People could hire us to come and fuck in front of them.”

“The latest entertainment sensation,” I added.

By then, it was no act. We stopped talking because we couldn’t anymore. She shuddered and let out a high-pitched squeal. She was having an orgasm.

“Oh shit!’

I felt the welling up inside and spurted into the condom, both of us shaking in euphoric rapture. We collapsed on the bed in each other’s arms.

Then we noticed the applause.

We couldn’t hear them, but when we looked up we could see them. Several of the watchers, clapping for us.

We smiled, saluted, and waved at them.

And laughed so hard we cried.