The classroom felt like a cage that morning.

I watched the sun cutting through the lecture hall windows, painting long gold strips across the floor, and I made my decision. I closed my notebook, pushed back from the desk, and walked towards the door.

"Where exactly do you think you're going?"

Professor Halloway's voice followed me toward the door. I didn't turn around.

"Leaving for the day."

Whatever he said after that dissolved behind me as the door swung shut. The hallway opened up, cool and quiet, and I was halfway to the parking lot when I saw her.

Sylvia.

She was walking toward me down the corridor, dark hair loose around her shoulders. That scent reached me before she was even close, warm and sweet like honey and skin and something that made my mouth water every time I caught it.

It was just hers. She looked up and smiled, and something shifted in my chest the way it always did.

"Hey, gorgeous. You want to go for a ride?"

She shook her head and smiled. "Can’t, I'm on my way to accounting, Daniel."

I pulled her in and put my mouth on the side of her neck, slow and soft, tasting salt. Her breath caught and I felt her pulse hammering under my tongue. My hands moved over her back, around to her sides, palms sliding over her tits through her shirt. I could feel her nipples hard against the fabric.

She made a small sound. Our mouths found each other and her tongue was warm against mine.

She pulled back and looked at me.

"Okay," she said. "Let's go for a ride."

We walked out to my truck, and I opened the door for her, then got in on my side. Before I even had the key in the ignition, she had slid across the bench seat and pressed herself against me, her thigh warm against mine, her head on my shoulder.
We rolled the windows down, I hit play on the CD player, and More and More by Captain Hollywood Project filled the cab. I put the truck in gear, and we drove around town for a while, the warm air coming through the windows carrying the smell of cut grass and something blooming along the roadside.

As we were driving, I thought about how I had a reputation around town. People talked, the way people do. There were rumours that I burned through women, used them and discarded them, that half my ex-girlfriends had probably made a trip to the clinic afterward. None of it was true. The truth was something I had only ever told two people, my two closest friends, and what they knew was that I was nineteen years old and still a virgin. I had eaten plenty of pussy and loved every second of it, loved making women come apart under my tongue, but the moment it pushed toward my clothes coming off, I had always found a way to stop it.

I was not well endowed and I knew it, and that knowledge had locked me up tighter than anything else ever could. Every time a woman reached for my cock, I moved her hand away before she could find out.

Sylvia was different. Early on, I had told her the truth, that I was a virgin and that the stories about me weren’t true. She had looked at me with those steady brown eyes and said she was okay waiting. She hadn't made it a thing. She had just meant it. We had been together a few months now and I had fingered her, eaten her pussy until she grabbed my hair and shook, and every time she reached for my cock I had pushed her hand away. I was in love with her. I hadn't told her that either. Loving someone out loud felt like another kind of exposure I wasn't ready for.

After a while, I turned us out of town toward the lake. It was our spot, ten minutes from campus, and at this time of day, there was never anyone out there.

I pulled up along the water and cut the engine. I put my arm around her and we just sat there. The lake made a low, easy sound against the shore. Birds were singing in the trees above us. The wind moved through the branches. I could smell her scent mixing with the warm air coming off the water.

Sylvia turned her head and kissed me.

It started the way it usually did, slow and easy, hands moving without any particular hurry. Her hand slid down my stomach toward my lap, and I felt the old reflex fire. I pushed her hand away. She didn't fight it. She never did.
Instead, I slid my own hand down into her pants, beneath the waistband of her panties. I felt the soft warmth of her bush first, then moved lower and found her already wet, slick heat coating my fingers.

She breathed out against my mouth. I undid her pants and worked a finger into her slowly, feeling how tight and wet she was, feeling her hips shift and rock against my hand.

I pushed my seat back, got out of the truck, and walked around to the passenger side. When I opened the door, she was already leaning back on the bench seat, legs open, watching me. I reached in and pulled her pants and panties the rest of the way off, her legs falling open as the fabric cleared her ankles. I leaned into the cab.

I put my mouth on her.

She tasted like salt and something sweet I couldn't name, better than anyone I had ever been with.

I had eaten pussy before and always loved it, but Sylvia was something else entirely. The taste of her, the smell of her up close, the soft sounds she made above me. I lost myself in it completely. She came against my mouth, thighs clamping around my head, and the wet heat of her soaked into the middle of the bench seat, slick against my chin and tongue.

Leaving a stain in the fabric that would still be there years later, until I met my future wife and she left a stain of her own covering Sylvia’s spot and claiming the spot as hers. But that was a long time away. Right now, there was only Sylvia.

She pulled at my shoulders, bringing me up. We kissed hard and breathless, and she said it against my mouth.

"I want you in me."

I started to go back down, and she pulled me up again.

"Take your clothes off."

I hesitated. That old familiar tightness moved through me. Then Sylvia sat up, removed her shirt and reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall away with her shirt. Her tits spilled out into the afternoon light, pale skin and dark nipples, and every thought I had went quiet. She looked at me and said it again, calm and certain.

"I want you in me, Daniel."

I pulled my shirt off. The moment her bare skin touched mine, her tits soft and warm against my chest, it hit me somewhere deep and unexpected.

The warmth of another person against you with nothing between you, I had never felt that before and I knew immediately I would spend the rest of my life wanting it.

She reached down and undid my pants. I got out of the truck, dropped them, and climbed back in beside her.

I went back down on her, working her with my mouth, her fingers pressing hard into my shoulders.

When I came back up, I moved into position and felt the wet heat of her pussy against the tip of my cock, slick and ready.

And then I came.

Before I was even inside her. It just happened, and I went soft immediately, my whole body flushing with equal parts release and humiliation. I was certain I had just ruined everything.

Sylvia didn't say a word. She just kept kissing me. Slow and steady, like nothing had happened at all.

I kissed back down her body and went to work with my mouth again. I cleaned her up, tasted us mixed together and stayed there, working her slowly with my tongue, until I was hard again. Then I kissed my way back up, and this time, when I pressed forward, my cock slid into her, slick and tight and so hot I was scared I might come again immediately.

The gear shift dug into my thigh. I didn't care.

I moved and she moved with me. Her hands were on my back, nails digging in. Her breath came hot and fast against my neck. She moaned when I thrust into her. Our mouths found each other between thrusts, tongues and teeth and gasping. Her hands went everywhere, my ass, my back, tangling in my hair.

It wasn't smooth or practiced. It was just real. I came inside her, felt myself pulse and empty, and stayed there, still buried in her, forehead pressed against hers. I could feel her heartbeat everywhere our skin touched.

We didn't speak. We just looked at each other in the quiet, kissing softly between silences. There were no words for it and we didn't reach for any.