Good walls make good neighbors, Part 3 - Sex Stories

Good walls make good neighbors, Part 3

Over the next few days Angela and I made love constantly during the night and became the best of friends during the day. We more often slept together at my apartment than hers because of the added privacy; she was quite vocal during sex, which disturbed her roommate far more than the occasional groaning, moaning, and bed squeaks did. At lunch one day about two weeks into our love affair, I asked her, “How did you get the way you are?” “Hmmm, right living, proper thinking, and good nutrition for three generations?” I chuckled, “I don’t mean how’d you get smart and beautiful, but how’d you get so sexually open?” “You know already. I told you.” “No, that doesn’t explain it, you’re not a lesbian.” She chuckled, “True. Tell ya what, lemme think about it and I’ll tell ya tonight,” the last with a wink that made my throat go dry. “So it’s a long story then,” I finally managed to say. “Oh, we’ll see how long it lasts,” she smiled. Soon she had to leave for class (it was Monday), and as we had arranged when she left, that evening she came to my apartment and I cooked her dinner. After I served us and sat down across from her, she said, “So, ready for some conversation? I know how much you men hate that, so I won’t insist,” she grinned wickedly. I nodded and said, "Tell me a story." She replied, “Last time really turned me on. What about you?” “You know,” I said. I had made love to her twice more after she had finished talking. She giggled, “Right. I want that again.” She ate a bite ...

... and continued, "I'll tell you the more backgroundy stuff during dinner." I said, "I want to hear it. I'm sure it's a lot more interesting than my background." She laughed, stuck out her tongue, and said, “True." After we finished laughing, she said, "Anyway, let’s see...When I went home after high school gradation, I didn’t get a chance to see Connie again for years. For a week I was heartbroken, but I got better pretty quickly. I guess I wasn’t that much in love with her. I loved her body, of course, and she was a really close friend by the time we ended things, but I realized she was not the great love of my life. Still, I rubbed off often enough remembering her and me together, but I also fantasized again about dicks.” We laughed and she said, “Yeah, the dicks were back. My head was full of dicks. I started looking at handsome guys I passed on the street and wondered what their laps looked like. I really thought of it that way too, ‘Show me your lap, guy.’” We laughed again and she said, “So, after a couple of weeks I learned my old lover was around. I was torn. We had been with each other five times altogether, and they weren’t very good. He was completely inexperienced and pretty shy, but he got up the courage to pursue me when I was at home, I guess the middle of July before my senior year, and he was cute and I was curious so I let him seduce me. If you can call it that; it was more like the squeezy-squeezy breast assault of the suckface monster. Worst B movie ever.” ...