I met my wife, Sandy, when we were both in college. She was a stunning redhead, 21 years old, with a mesmerizing figure and a confident demeanor that turned heads wherever she went. I'd heard rumors about her skills with hand jobs and blow jobs, which only fueled my fascination with her.
My roommate, Ron, and I shared a two-bedroom apartment off-campus that quickly became a popular hangout spot. We had an open-door policy, welcoming friends and partygoers alike, often leading to overnight guests of both genders. One night, as I headed to the bathroom, I encountered Sandy in the hallway. She was standing there in her panties and bra, her presence both unexpected and exhilarating. We exchanged a quick hello, and she smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
After our brief introduction, she disappeared into Ron's room, leaving me to retreat to my own space, overwhelmed by what I had just seen. The next morning, determined to see her again, I positioned myself in the living room as Ron's door opened. Sandy emerged, looking effortlessly classy in a blouse and short skirt. We chatted, and I learned more about her—her name, Sandy, and her part-time job. She left, and I found myself returning to my room, my thoughts consumed by her.
Later that day, I spoke to Ron about Sandy. He admitted that although they had shared a bed, they hadn't had sex—just a blow job. I was astonished. How could he spend the night with her and not go all the way? He explained that Sandy had a reputation for this. Despite her allure, she maintained boundaries that left many guys wanting more. Half-jokingly, I told Ron to send her my way next time if she was offering blow jobs.
A week later, fate intervened once again as I encountered Sandy in the hallway, this time in our underwear. We exchanged more words, and a few minutes after I returned to my room, Sandy appeared at my door. She slipped into my bed, explaining that Ron had mentioned my interest. As we lay under the covers, I removed her bra and relished the sensation of her breasts, my arousal growing with each passing moment.
Despite my attempts, she kept her panties on, allowing only for some intimate touching. Her hand on my dick nearly drove me over the edge, and when she went down on me, I abandoned all thoughts of anything else. She sucked me off with such skill that I came hard, and she swallowed every drop. It was my first experience with such intimacy, and I was instantly captivated.
Afterward, I asked if I could reciprocate, eager to please her. She declined, saying she had already gotten off a couple of times. She sucked me off again before returning to Ron's room. The next day, Ron asked if I'd enjoyed the blow job. I thanked him, and we talked about Sandy. She was in her second year of college, avoiding full sex to prevent pregnancy and stay focused on her studies. Her blow jobs kept the guys happy, and she derived pleasure from their satisfaction.
For the rest of the year, Ron and I shared Sandy's affections. When I graduated and moved out, I found a job in the same town and continued seeing Sandy. We became exclusive, and our bond deepened. It wasn't until her junior year that she finally let me make love to her, and by her senior year, we were married. Despite having pleasured more than a hundred guys, I was the first she allowed to enter her fully.
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