Jan Recalls the First Climax:

Max,

Do you remember the first time you went down on me? I'll gladly refresh your memory. It was August 20,1987. We were downstairs, on the black leather couch in the living room, noone else was home, it was right after school. We had been making out for what seemed like hours and I was so wet and turned on that I couldn't stand it anymore.

I pulled you on top of me and wrapped my legs around you, grinding my hips against your hardness. And you slowly unwrapped my legs and said, "Not yet my love."

I was shocked to such a degree that I couldn't speak. I just laid back and looked at the ceiling, not really knowing what to expect. Then I felt you breath on the inside of my thighs and it was like a bolt of lightning struck me. I could literally feel the warm wetness flow out of my pussy, soaking my panties. I could feel it begin to throb and contract in anticipation of what I would experience next.

All I could do was reach down and run my fingers through your hair as your mouth and tongue explored parts of me that even I didn't know existed. I had my very first climax that day, and I have never been the same since.

I don't think I ever will be.

Love,

Jan