On Our Third Date, Lauren and I Had Oral Sex. Her First BJ Made One Thing Very Obvious.
Some sexual experiences we never forget. This was one of those.
The thought didn’t actually cross my mind in the moment. But, upon reflection, it should have been obvious when Lauren, then 23 years-old, gazed into my eyes while hand-jobbing me, and then took my throbbing dick into her mouth. This wasn’t her first foray with giving a blowjob. Not even close to her first.
I think there’s probably a moment when almost all new lovers consider, whether consciously or not, how sexually experienced — or not — the other may be. Watching my new girlfriend blow me on our third date, feeling more erotic pleasure from her mouth, lips and fingers than I’d ever before experienced, I may have thought for a fleeting second that she was no stranger to the ways of sucking cock. But I don’t recall having that thought. Instead, I thought about how hard I’d fallen for her and how cute and beautiful I found her.
Lauren, too, had to know I lacked no experience in pleasuring a woman while I ate her pussy that first time, simply in awe of her perfectly blonde bush (which only a few years later she shaved off for good), pink lips and fresh, delicious cunt.
Lauren and I met in the spring of 1997 while standing in line at a university coffee shop. I was in grad school and she was in medical school. To this day, I’ve never found another woman more beautiful, more sexually attractive and more irresistible than Lauren. From the second I laid my eyes on her — 5'10", long blonde hair, a shapely body, long legs and ample breasts — she set my heart on fire. It started with small talk as we waited in line. Then, I bought her a coffee and invited her to join me at a table.
Sitting face to face in the coffee shop, we instantly connected. It was easy to talk with each other. She was sweet, caring and self-aware. She told me about her Swedish upbringing and how she came “to U.S.,” as she said in her heavy Swenglish, to attend college and medical school. The sexual attraction between us was unmistakable. Her Swedish accent melted my heart. After discovering we were both single — or so I thought — I asked her on a date. She said yes.
After our coffee, I walked with Lauren to the medical school library, noting her shapely breasts jiggling along the way. I have never desired a woman more than I desired, and still desire, her. Two days later, we went on our first date — dinner and a campus theater performance. We held hands while watching the show and kissed later that night but nothing else happened.
I could tell from her eyes before we kissed goodnight after our first date that she would have been okay if I’d come up to her apartment with her. I wanted to, but I didn’t ask. And she didn’t offer. Instead, we said goodnight.
Going home after our kiss, I knew I was in love. This required patience, and yet my feelings and desire for her said otherwise.
We went out again the next night for dinner and another theater performance. That night, once again back at the entrance to her apartment building, we kissed. She invited me in and I said yes. Somehow — and I have no fucking clue how — we didn’t have sex, though it was obvious we both badly wanted each other. Instead, we agreed to “take things slowly.” Hands went under clothing, under her bra and panties, under my boxers…. Then, we kissed goodnight.
(We later admitted to each other that we masturbated after kissing goodnight after our second date to achieve some sexual release from our overwhelming desire for each other.)
Walking home from her apartment, I felt madly in love with Lauren. That night, without any words spoken, we became boyfriend and girlfriend.
Literally the next morning, Lauren called me to ask if I wanted to meet her for coffee and then head back to her apartment to hang out. Of course, I said yes. Yep, three dates in three days!
After coffee, we ventured to my apartment (changed the plan from her place to mine), where with no delay we started kissing and removing clothing. This time, it was obvious our patience was wearing thin. After I pulled off her super-sexy thong panties, we got into my bed. I remember almost blowing my load at the sight of her body. Sheer perfection. She was (and still is) stunning.
As I fondled her bare breasts and fingered her succulent, pink nipples, Lauren looked sweetly into my eyes as if to say, “I’m all yours.” And the truth was: I was all hers, too. Yet, in that moment as I enjoyed the feel of her warm, naked body and her hand holding my pulsating dick, all I could think was: God, she has great tits.
“Let’s just use our mouths, okay?” she asked sweetly.
“Just our mouths?” I clarified.
“Oh, I want more, but we need to be patient. Are you okay with just our mouths for now?” she probed, kissing my chest.
“I am,” I answered.
With my hands and mouth, I explored nearly every part of my girlfriend’s stunning body. Nothing about her didn’t delight me. I licked and kissed her everywhere. I gently sucked on her nipples. I kissed her ass, back and shoulders. I licked and kissed her feet.
Then, I ate her pussy. At the time, she had a bushy landing strip of blonde hair— the bald look would come a few years later. She tasted so good and I remember reaching up and fondling her ample breasts while I pleasured her.
Lauren surprised me by touching her own vagina as I ate her out. She spread her lips, fully exposing her swollen clitoris for my attention. I enjoyed watching her touch herself, and she later told me she did that because she didn’t yet know if I knew how to pleasure a woman. When she saw that I was well-versed in cunnilingus, she let me do as I pleased and enjoyed it. She quickly orgasmed in my mouth.
When she orgasmed, she didn’t try to hide or downplay her pleasure. I loved that she felt so good and was comfortable expressing herself to me. She moaned, whimpered and told me she loved what I was doing. Her willingness to express herself turned me on. I’d never been with a woman who was so sexual.
After she climaxed, Lauren got on top of me and we kissed. While we kissed, my cock partially slid into her feminine depths and for a few seconds we debated having sex. We acknowledged our frustration with needing to be “patient.” She could see how full of desire I was and wasted no time kissing my chest and midsection and making her way to my dick.
After she licked and sucked on my balls, she gave me a blowjob like I’d never at the time received. She knew exactly what she was doing and used her mouth and hand together to bring such incredible pleasure to me. A few times as she blew me, she moved her long, blonde hair out of the way and our eyes met. Although we were new lovers, she looked into my eyes, and I could tell she felt no bashfulness about me, her new boyfriend, seeing my cock in her mouth.
She loved sucking my cock.
“I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered. I said it again. I felt this was the least I could tell my new girlfriend in case she was repulsed by semen.
But she didn’t bat an eye. Instead, while massaging my balls with one of her hands, she kept sucking me off and I exploded. While my semen spurted into her mouth, she continued to pump my phallus before swallowing my cum load, spilling not even a drop. It all went down her throat and into her stomach.
Then, she looked into my eyes — a look of happiness — and got on top of me. We kissed, and I remember fondling her firm, round ass cheeks with my hands while our tongues danced in each other’s mouths. I didn’t care that I’d just cum in her mouth and here we were now kissing. I couldn’t get enough of this woman.
“I think I love you,” I said softly, suddenly regretting my words because I was afraid I might scare her off.
She looked into my eyes, delighted by my words.
“I think I love you, too.”
And again we kissed.
We went on a date that night and wound up at her apartment, where we again had oral sex, though we really wanted to fuck. That was the first night we slept together.
The next day — four days into our romance — the wait was over. When we woke up the next morning, we fucked.
We fucked in missionary position and I pulled out. She jerked me off when I pulled out; she just knew to do that, and I didn’t have to ask. Lauren had explained that she was on the pill but she required that I pull out. She was in medical school. We’d just met. She had years of training in front of her. She wasn’t ready to get pregnant, she said. So I had to pull out.
That night, I had her over to my apartment for dinner. After dinner…we fucked. Twice. She slept over at my place that night.
Then, the next morning, before we both had to get to class…we fucked, this time in doggy-style position, which Lauren wanted. While we fucked, I remember seeing her asshole and, for the first time ever, feeling vague intrigue over that part of a woman’s body. After sex, we showered and had breakfast together.
Within two weeks as a couple, we fucked all the time, always bareback with me pulling out. When I say all the time, I mean every single day and often twice a day. We couldn’t get enough of each other. She touched herself when we fucked, and when we fucked it was hard, deep, intense and almost always in doggy-style, leaving my hips sore. She wanted it that way, and soon she started calling me “daddy” when we fucked.
I realized a few months in that Lauren had a BDSM fetish, which was difficult for me to understand and, honestly, be comfortable with. We talked about it. Ultimately, I learned to embrace her BDSM fetish and love that side of her, along with her bisexuality and the polyamory to come.
But there was more than just incredible sex and seemingly nonstop fucking. We fell deeply in love. Her beauty and sensuousness so moved me that, one afternoon, she posed naked on my bed while I drew a picture of her. It’s a beautiful drawing not because of my talents (or lack thereof) but because the subject — Lauren — was and is so stunning. We still have the picture — it’s beautifully framed (and in a mat) in our master bedroom closet with the title on the bottom: “Lauren 1997 — Love.” Friends have seen it and they all say the same thing: “Beautiful.”
All these years later, our romance and our sex life really haven’t changed too much. We’re now both 50 years-old, but we’re still helplessly in love with each other, and we continue to have sex daily. We love to drink coffee together because that’s how it all started for us.
I don’t believe in soulmates, and neither does Lauren. But we sure are as close to that as a couple could be.
