It was a time of innocence and discovery.

I was oblivious to my looks or how young men my age looked at me. The year was 1987, and I had graduated from high school and was going away to college.

Through Michigan University, I got a job working at Cedar Point amusement park as part of a college program. It was the best time of my life, although I just didn't know it yet. 

I was paid to ride around the huge park in a golf cart and restock the various food carts and restaurants with supplies.

The days were long, but the magic happened after the park closed. College student staff members like me would gather in small groups at the back of the park around bonfires.

We couldn't drink because most of us were under 21, but we could fuck. And there was plenty of fucking going around. 

I was in the best shape of my life and as horny as most of the guys. Not the cute little cheerleader type, I was the girl who played sports. But, shy with low self-esteem, I was the one who stayed in the shadows. 

Cedar Point in the 80s was very popular and the park was full every day. Families came for the rides, greasy fried food, sweet cotton candy, and endless other options the park offered.

I enjoyed my job and getting to know the other park employees. That's how I met Sam. He was this sweet, shy young man who was planning on becoming a doctor.

He worked in the frozen desserts hut, handing out chocolate frozen bananas and ice cream treats. When I brought him supplies every three hours, he would smile as he took the boxes. And off I would go to my next delivery. 

Once, when I dropped off supplies, he offered me a chocolate banana. His hands trembled slightly as our fingers brushed. He peeked at me with a nervous grin, his cheeks streaked with chocolate. I smiled shyly and licked the banana from the sweet chocolate tip all the way down the length.

His cute face flushed. He was hypnotized by my tongue sliding on the frozen treat. Then we locked eyes, and I felt this rush of heat deep inside me. Still a virgin, I didn't tell anyone because I felt embarrassed.

I finished my treat, smiled at Sam, and went to my next delivery. 

The heat stayed in my pussy. I was aching but too shy to do anything about it or even think that Sam had noticed me in a sexy way. 

My routine was consistent. Work, sleep, eat, bed. I noticed couples starting to pair up. The dorms were not co-op, but it wasn't strictly prohibited to have sleepovers as long as the other roommate wasn't bothered. We were adults and we were expected to act like adults. 

My roommate was a gorgeous blonde with perfect breasts and a perfect figure. She had no problem getting dates to the fire pits and, if she really liked the guy, she would leave a note on our desk. “I asked Jane if you could stay with her tonight. She said yes! Thanks, see you tomorrow!”

That meant she was getting fucked and I was sleeping on a lumpy couch in our neighbor's apartment. 

I had to admit I was jealous of her because she didn't even have to try. She merely existed. That was all she had to do. 

It turned out that Sam was the roommate of the guy my roommate was fucking. So, on a Saturday night, we crossed paths when we nearly bumped into each other in the cafeteria.

Lost in our own thoughts and neither paying attention, Sam had a textbook in one hand and I was walking with my head down with a Walkman and headphones on. 

Sam’s textbook hit the floor and our eyes met. I hadn't realized how handsome he was until that moment. He smiled at me, his eyes lit up, and he apologized. 

“So sorry, I wasn't paying attention,” he said in a voice so soft. Then he knelt to retrieve his book. I reached for it at the same time and felt his fingers brushing against mine.

They trembled. Intense heat pulsed between our hands, startling us both as the silence crackled with possibility.

I found my voice first. “Sam, would you like to join me for a Coke?”

He smiled. “Yes, but my treat.” 

He bought two bottles of Coke, and we found a small table. I could feel his nervous energy, but, he looked me in the eye as he spoke. I found that very sexy.

The more we talked, the closer our chairs got until our knees touched. Heat prickled around us as his hand hovered, uncertain, above my thigh. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to feel the touch of a man on my skin. 

Our gazes locked. Hand trembling, he touched my thigh and my mouth went dry. Time stopped and my ears rang. Sam leaned in, his breath warm on my cheek, close enough for the sharp scent of wintergreen to reach me. 

“That’s my favorite song,” he whispered, pointing at my Walkman as his thumb absently stroked my leg. I smiled. Suddenly realizing how sexy his voice was. My heart pounded in my chest. 

We spent the next few hours talking with his warm fingers on my leg. Eventually, the cafeteria emptied, leaving us alone under buzzing fluorescent lights, and our conversation turned unguarded.

I glanced at my watch. It was nearly midnight. Sam sensed our evening was over, but, not ready to let me go just yet, said in a soft voice.  “Wendy, can I walk you home?” 

I smiled. “Yes, but I'm staying with Jane. My roommate has a guy staying over. Some guy named Steve.” 

“Oh, Steve Smith? That's my roommate.” 

We stared at each other, realizing how oddly small the world had just become. A laugh bursting from us at the coincidence broke the tension that had coiled tightly between us.

Sam held my hand as we walked back to the dorms. I liked it, the feel of him, the energy, and how he made me feel small and protected. As we reached the door, Sam paused, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. Then he gently squeezed my fingers. “Thank you for such a great evening.”

And he kissed me. His lips were soft, the moment slow, our tongues touching lightly, heat building between us. Lost in the kiss, I heard myself moaning.

Suddenly, the hallway lights flickered and footsteps echoed as someone approached from around the corner. We stepped away from each other like two children caught being naughty. 

Inside the dorm room, Jane was reading. “Thanks for letting me stay tonight,” I said. She nodded and continued to read. 

I went to the bathroom and took a shower. Feeling the hot water run over my skin, I closed my eyes, replaying every detail of Sam’s touch. It was the first time I had ever touched myself. I felt my clit grow and become hard.

The more I rubbed, the harder it got. It was the most amazing feeling. Soon, my breath quickened and pleasure shimmered through my whole body as I whispered Sam’s name. 

The release left me trembling, wrapped in steam, stunned by my own desire. I felt like I had just woken up, like life was just starting. 

The next morning, I returned to my apartment, showered, and dressed for my shift. Hearing moans coming from the bedroom, I shut the door. 

It was going to be busy because Fourth of July week was the biggest of the season. We would be working every day that week. 

I wasn't sure how Sam would act be around me. I was worried, feeling unsure, ugly even. But, the next time I saw Sam, he was unloading a truck of supplies. He was sweating and had a t-shirt on. His dark skin against the white t-shirt made my mouth water. 

He saw me, put the box down, and jogged over. And because there weren't any guests around, he kissed me with a sweet you-are-my-type-of-kiss kind of kiss. 

My cheeks flushed as two coworkers rounded the corner, their surprised eyes darting between us.

Sam saw the looks, winked at me, and kissed me again. “Let them stare,” he whispered. “They can't touch this fire."

I busted out laughing! He was everything I wasn’t, and I was falling in love with him. 

We spent breaks together, stealing kisses behind the storage shed whenever we could.

The park closed early on the Fourth of July so staff could enjoy the huge fireworks show. The fireworks barge was positioned out in the lake and crowds gathered along the shore. Then, as night fell, the first firework lit up the night sky.

Sam and I nestled together, intertwined, gazing up, and enjoying the closeness. All at once, Sam squeezed my hand, his eyes shining. “Wendy,” he said, “I’ve never been so happy. Let's mark this day, the 4th of July, as the day I told you I love you.”

I couldn't believe my ears. I searched his face, feeling his love washing over me. I kissed him. “Sam, I love you too.”

I had a boyfriend! The summer was coming to an end and I was in love. We spent as much time together as our schedules allowed, but never went all the way. I was still a virgin and didn't want Sam to know. 

Then, as with all good things, the end of the season arrived. Sam would be going off to start medical school across the country, and I was going to Michigan to study business.

I was sick with the thought of losing him. I wanted to give him my virginity, even if it was only once. I didn't want to regret not sleeping with him. 

We planned a romantic night out at the fire pits. Sam built a fire while I spread out the blanket. I leaned against him and we listened to the waves crashing on the shore. 

“Wendy,” Sam said. “Look at me.” 

I turned and he kissed me. I felt the heat of the fire and smelled Sam's cologne. 

He didn't ask. He just let my body be the answer as he undressed me. Then I lay naked on the blanket and watched him undress. His manhood was large and hard.

Around us, the bonfire flames made dancing shadows on the rocks. 

As he moved toward me, I felt calm, sexy, wanted. He took his time touching, kissing, and making love to me before he ever made love to me. Then he got between my legs.

Not rushing, He gently pushed and pushed until he felt his cock dip inside my hot, tight womanhood. And he felt the veil rip open. 

My blood, the gift that could only be given to one man, was given to him.

He wasn't a virgin and he knew what I needed to orgasm. And the first time I came, I felt the fire from within boiling as I released. 

Afterward, I cried as Sam held me. We watched the crackling fire send sparks into the morning sky.

…..

“Wendy, my love,” Sam called. “Come to bed. The fire is nearly out, honey, and I miss you. Doctor’s order.”

I smiled into the face of the man I have loved for my whole adult life. The log in the fireplace sparked its last bit of fire.