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novels and the heaving bosoms they featured, but there it was: a heaving bosom. “Bridget?”
    She pushed up onto her elbows and her eyes squeezed themselves open — barely. “Huh?”
    “You’ve… had someone touch you down here before. Right?”
    Now her eyes opened fully. “Uh. Sure. Yeah.”
    Shit , I thought. Is this too much?
    “Ken,” she pleaded, her legs looping up over my shoulders and pulling me close, apparently of their own volition.
    Smiling, I kissed a silent apology against her pubic patch. Well, I thought , the first two blowjobs I ever got, I lasted a grand total of thirty seconds if you added them together, and I survived. I’m sure I won’t kill her. And so I scooted down the last few inches and kissed the inside first of her left thigh, and then her right. Her calves crossed behind my neck and she arched up toward my mouth. Give the lady what she wants, I decided, and kissed those open, glistening cunt lips.
    I felt her gasp and stiffen. “ Fuck! ”
    Worried that perhaps she’d come already, surprised, I stopped and looked up, but she made her desires clear by pulling my face back down against her cunt — hard.
    I like eating women’s pussies. I really do. I like giving pleasure. I like having all of my senses involved as my tongue dances against a woman’s lips, her clit: hearing her groans, feeling the building tension with my fingers, my tongue, watching her thrash, smelling her excitement and tasting it — oh, yes, tasting it perhaps most of all. It’s an incredibly intimate way to bring a woman off.
    I know that a lot of men don’t feel that way. Their loss.
    (I will admit that, at the age, it also gave me a chance to get my own libido under control so that I didn’t explode against the girl’s thigh before I’d even gotten inside.)
    Bridget’s was only the second pussy I ever tasted, and I was surprised and intrigued by how different it was from Dana’s: like the rest of her, it was just bigger, and the taste was a bit less tart and a bit more musky. Not at all unpleasant — just different.
    My hearing and sight, though — As I sucked and licked at her, good-girl Bridget began to scream a string of obscenity that I was pretty sure the whole campus heard, let alone her dorm, and those bosoms stopped heaving and started convulsing . It looked hot as hell, and it was also very gratifying.
    I slipped one hand up under my chin, ready to slide it into her, as Dana always seemed to enjoy so much, when I discovered one other major difference: while Bridget’s labia were open wide, there was still a barrier a little way in blocking entrance — not completely, but narrowing the opening to her actual vagina to a very small, lens-shaped hole.
    Oh. Right .
    Now, at this long remove, I know that I should have asked first, but honestly, I was barely managing to keep my jeans on, and so, as I continued to suck on Bridget’s clit, I simply pressed the tip of my index finger through the opening of her hymen.
    As loud and unrestrained as her reaction to my tongue had been, her response to that intrusion was just as dramatic, but in the opposite direction: her legs clamped around my head, her fingers grasped rather painfully at my hair, and she stopped breathing. She was rigid, her ass lifted off of the bed.
    Terrified that I’d hurt her, I began to withdraw my finger — I hadn’t even gotten the first knuckle in — but now Bridget began to whimper, and to press her pelvis up, as if trying to catch the retreating finger.
    Maybe this will kill her. I stayed still, not sure what to do until she grunted between clenched teeth, “ In! ” Taking a clear direction like any good actor, I went back to lapping at her and carefully pressing my finger into her. Trying to. Still rigid, she was clamped tight around my fingertip.
    Remembering what Dana had whispered when we first made love, I murmured, “Breathe.”
    “ What?”
    “Breathe, Bridget,” I said, mouth still against her cunt.