Peter felt that he couldn't hold back any longer.  His hands moved quickly along
his shaft as he felt the most wonderful sensations begin to well up inside him. 
He knew it was coming soon, and so he backed off.  He began to stroke his cock
very slowly.  He had found that going to the brink of orgasm and then returning
again several times was more satisfying than just going for it like his friends
used to do.  He rubbed the tip of his penis slowly in circular movements, letting
himself relax his pace before starting again.

Julie looked at Mary lying naked on the bad beside her, eyes closed, fingers
moving ever so slowly in and out of her love canal.  Julie had seen her like this
one time before.  Mary was not often so taken by a man.  "Why don't you go see
him?" Julie asked her friend.

Mary opened her eyes and looked over at Julie, realizing where she was and what
had happened.  "Incredible," she moaned.  Then she thought about what Julie had
just said and replied, "Do you think I could?  But I don't know where he lives."

Julie grinned as she said, "Yes you do.  I found his name in the school
directory.  Coit Hall, room 406.  You should go surprise him!"

Mary ran the idea through her head for a moment.  She could see herself entangled
in his strong arms, connected in love.  A smile spread across her lips, lighting
up her face.  She threw on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans along with some old
tennis shoes and headed for the door.  "Don't wait up, I hope!" she giggle as she
opened the door and slipped out.

Although Mary wasn't very tall, she was muscular and quick. Her mind full of
suspense and her heart full of desire, she ran towards Peter's dorm.  Once in the
building, she quickly found his room.  Peter was laying on his bed, prepared
finally to reach those orgasmic heights.  He let his hand work over his granite
cock with ever increasing speed and fury.  His moans filled the room along with
his cries for Mary.  He felt the semen welling up, about to explode into the air.
 He wasn't going to stop it this time, it was too late and it felt too good.

Mary thought she heard someone crying out in the room.  She tried the door and
found it unlocked.  She opened it slightly ajar and peeked in.  There on the bed
was Peter, nude and rubbing the length of his wonderful cock.  Mary licked her
lips and smiled as she silently stepped into the room.  Peter's eyes were closed
as white globs burst violently from the tip of his perfect erection.  The fluids
splashed down on his stomach and legs and bed.  He continued rubbing slowly as he
breathed deeply, his chest heaving.  Mary watched as he shrank back to normal
size and he moved his hand over his stomach, tracing sperm over his chest to his
mouth.

Mary felt herself becoming aroused from watching this extravagant affair.  She
reached down and felt her jeans becoming ever so slightly wet.  She watched in
awe as Peter basked in the after glow of his experience, his eyes still closed. 
Then she heard him whispering so softly, so sweetly, "Oh, Mary, thank you.  Oh,
how I wish it were really you.  I love you, ever part of you, ever since I saw
you.  Thank you, Mary, thank you."

Hearing his words, Mary felt her face turn red.  He loved her! Oh, and how she
loved him.  She wanted him more than life itself.  As she stared at his body
resting peacefully, covered in his sexual juices, she moved slightly, making the
softest noise.

Peter thought he heard something by the door.  He realized in his haste he hadn't
locked it.  Maybe his roommate had returned. He opened his eyes and the darted
towards the door.  Standing with legs spread ever so slightly and hands rubbing
between them ever so gently was Mary.

Peter sat up quickly, cum dripping down off his chest.  His eyes were filled with
passion and fright at the same time.  He was unsure what to do.  He had no way to
hide himself or his act.  He spoke lowly in a broken voice, "Mary, how did you?
When did you get here?  What did you see?!"

"Enough," she whispered, "I saw enough.  I watched you cum, and I heard what you
said about me."

"I didn't mean for you to hear that.  You weren't supposed to see this," he
stuttered.

Mary looked him in the eyes.  She could see the passion, the love.  Peter went to
get up, but Mary quickly stepped over to him.  She put her hands on his chest,
rubbed her finger across his manly fluids.  Then she licked her finger and smiled
at him. She pushed him slowly back against the bed, leaned over his strong body,
and kissed him deeply on the lips.  Their tongues danced in and out of each
other's mouths passionately, lovingly. Mary moved close to peter, putting her leg
over his, her arms around his chest.  Her shirt was smeared with cum, but she
didn't mind.  The two continued to kiss slowly, deeply.  Against her leg, Mary
felt Peter's manliness returning quickly.

Peter pulled away from their kiss and looked into Mary's deep blue eyes.  He
thought he saw, no, he knew he saw, love there. Love and wanting and passion. 
His face was but inches from hers.  They both were breathing heavy, their hearts
were beating in unison.  Peter brushed Mary's golden hair from her face to reveal
its full glory, and said gently, "Mary, I love you.  I don't understand how this
has happened or why, but I know it's right.  I want to be with you, Mary, in
every way.  I want to give myself to you.  I want to feel myself deep within your
being, within your heart and soul.  I want to make love to you, and give you a
gift."

"What gift is that?" Mary asked coyly.

"The gift of my love, and more.  I want to give you my virginity.  It is
something I have held dear, and you to take it now, tonight."

"You mean I'll be your first?" Mary asked somewhat caught off guard.  "Then I
will accept your gift, and return to you all my love and all my soul and all my
heart.  I've never wanted anyone like I want you tonight, Peter.  I don't
understand it either, but it is right.  I love you."

Once again the two locked in a kiss, a kiss more passionate and true than either
of them had ever felt before.  And while they kissed, Mary ran her fingers along
Peter's side, down his inner thigh, and then over his engorged penis.  She felt
it jerk beneath her fingers and smiled as they kissed.

It had been nearly twenty minutes since the two had spoken with words, confessing
their love, when Peter turned Mary onto her back.  He stood up and locked the
door to the bedroom.  He then lit a single candle he had saved in case of a power
outage, and turned out the lights.  Mary's eyes glowed in the low, flickering
light as Peter returned to her side.  He bent down and removed her shoes, holding
her feet gently in his hands.  He rubbed her soft toes between his expert
fingers, then licked her soles.  Mary closed her eyes and moaned softly at his
touch while he massaged and kissed her tender feet.

Peter climbed up onto the bed and perched himself along Mary's side.  She simply
smiled at him, lying in wait for his touch. He reached his hands over her
T-shirt, running them slowly along her sides then lifting her arms over her head.
 He slipped one hand and then the other under her shirt and moved them up her
body, feeling her stomach, her chest, her breasts and nipples. Mary shuddered as
Peter's fingers moved gently over her hard nipples, and smiled as he brought her
shirt off over her head to expose her shapely breasts.

Peter moved over her body, placing his pulsating member between her beautiful
breasts.  He circled them slowly, tracing an unending line with his fingers while
rocking his penis slowly between the two mounds.  Mary licked her lips and closed
her eyes as she felt his fingers growing closer to her nipples.  And then she
felt his warm mouth take her left nipple in and massage it between his lips while
still rubbing the other with his skillful hands.

After many minutes of pleasurable work on Mary's firm breasts and hard nipples,
Peter moved along her body to the foot of the bed.  He bent forward and took the
zipper of her pants between his teeth and slowly pulled it open revealing her wet
vagina and glistening clitoris.  Before pulling the pants from her, Peter kissed
her secret place slowly, letting his tongue dive within her.  And then finally
the two were both naked and together.

Peter ran his throbbing organ over Mary's leg, up her thigh, over her sopping
clitoris, up her taught stomach, between her breasts, finally finding a home
between her lips.  Mary took in his love stick and ran her tongue along its
length while Peter ran his fingers through her hair.  Then, as he felt his
arousal increasing more, Peter moved down and positioned himself at his lover's
side.  His lips met hers and their kiss united them again.

Mary could feel Peter's rock hard penis pressed firmly against her buttocks and
lower back as he kissed her and ran his fingers over her breasts and stomach. 
Then ever so slowly, his hands worked down her body to her sacred opening.  There
Peter's fingers danced over the fine hairs of Mary's love hole, flirting with her
clitoris, but not touching it.  Mary could feel herself becoming hotter and
wetter as he slowly, ever so slowly moved his fingers within her body.  Peter's
fingers at last found their way to her vaginal entrance and slowly plunged within
her perfect love cavity.  And as his fingers moved within her, Peter's thumbs
squeezed Mary's clit between them with a loving, warm touch.

Peter felt the wetness of his lover on his fingers, her hidden folds surrounding
them.  He wanted to enter her with his love organ, but determined to satisfy her
before himself.  He whispered softly his love to Mary between lustful kisses,
loving kisses.  And then, after nearly an hour of gentle persuasion and work,
Peter felt Mary begin to contract around his fingers.  She arched her back ever
so slightly and began to moan ever so softly.  Knowing his lover was nearing
orgasm, Peter removed his fingers from her sacred temple and replaced them with
his strong, hard penis.  As he penetrated her, Mary moaned and called his name.

Peter began to rock rhythmically upon his love.  He moved deeper within her with
each push, deeper both physically and spiritually.  Mary's eyes were closed, her
lips were entwined with Peter's.  She wrapped her legs sweetly around his lower
back and her arms around his neck as the two continued to make passionate love. 
Mary began to breath heavier and heavier, her moans becoming louder and being
interspersed with shouts of ecstasy and love.  Peter couldn't believe how
wonderful it felt to be inside her, his penis buried deep within his lover,
surrounded by moist, warm love.  He too began to moan and cry out her name.

After several minutes of Peter moving inside her, Mary tightened and let out a
shriek of joy and intense pleasure.  Her orgasm was long and hard, the most
intense she had ever felt. And as she came off her orgasm she found joy in
watching her partner, who had so fulfilled her, begin to climax as well.

Peter felt Mary's orgasm rush through her and into his love member and his body. 
He shared her intense love and pleasure even though he had not yet come.  And as
his mind filled with thoughts of love, he felt his penis jump within her deepest
chambers.  Peter cried out his love for Mary between moans of pleasure as he
emptied his manly load deep within her.  He tensed as he shot cum within his
love, then fell slowly atop her.

The two kissed long and deep, Peter's organ still buried within Mary but
shrinking from its climax.  The two felt their bodies, naked, pressed firmly
together.  They were wet from each other's juices, warm and fulfilled.  Peter and
Mary expressed their love and thanks in their kisses and with their eyes, not
speaking again that night.  Instead the two remained entangled together and fell
asleep in each other's loving arms.  Neither one knew what the morning would
bring, but they would face it together with love and passion.