the most amazing sex -- unmatched to this day (a HUGE apology to my wife)

It was early first semester of my sophomore year. My roommates and I landed a large dump of an apartment on Main Street in Buffalo. The owner of the pizza place on the first floor offered it to us with a very low rent and security deposit in hopes that his new tenants would fix the place up a bit.

After a thorough cleaning and some fresh paint, we looked to raise some cash by throwing a few keg parties. Keg parties with themes that, in the early days of desktop publishing, we promoted heavily through the distribution of flyers to multiple colleges throughout the city.

Our first party, titled "The Greatest Party in the World" netted us about $1500.00 in cover charges and shot specials! My roommates and I were beside ourselves. Our second party "Ladies Night" bordered legend. The line to get into our house was longer than the line to Micky Rats a half block away!

As “Ladies Night” settled down and the crowd started to disperse I saw, huddled in the corner, a bevy of very attractive females. At second glance I saw that they were wearing Buffalo Jill Cheerleader jackets. HUH? I thought. NFL Professional Cheerleaders in my house, at MY party? I walked on over in a drunken stupor and hit on the hottest one.

"Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm the guy who's running this party," I said.
"You’re John Smith?"
"I am. Do I know you?"
"No, I just heard that you throw great house parties."

I was taken aback. My name was circulating around the city as THE guy who throws mean house parties. So much that NFL Cheerleaders were showing up.

I tried my best to sober up and have a civil conversation with Annie, who was in her second year as a cheerleader for the Buffalo Bills (when they were good). It wasn't going to happen as I probably had about 30 shots and an unforgettable amount of beer.

"Why don't you look me up when you're a little more sober?" she said.
"How about your number?" I asked.
"Not this time, John. I'll see you around."

As she left I heard an earful from my friends on my inability to close the deal.

Fast forward to late in the second semester. Our house partying days on Main Street were over. We completely fixed up the apartment with new carpeting, furniture, appliances, etc. It was a hell of a bachelor pad that cost the four of us only $400 a month total!

A couple of months earlier I befriended a player on female volleyball team. Katrin was a find. A pretty girl with an amazing sexual prowess (unmatched to this day – god bless her) and an insecure and perhaps unhealthy desire to please her man at all costs.

Things were going well with Katrin until the evening I ran into Annie at the Locker Room – a popular hangout back in the day. It was early in the evening and I was completely coherent. Smooth in my delivery. Charming, in fact. Her friends were even on my side. I was "in like Flynn." But what about Katrin? Sweet Katrin who introduced me to facials and anal sex? Katrin, who cooked my roommates and I dinner and often cleaned the entire apartment while my roommates and I were at the gym or in study sessions. Katrin, who had a car and would take us anywhere we asked. Dear Katrin, who screamed in wild ecstasy while we made sweet love and did my laundry. Athletic, flexible and cute as a button. But, she wasn’t a professional cheerleader!

I wound up hanging with Annie for the remainder of the evening. I even told her about Katrin. It didn't seem to matter as the night ended with an innocent drive home to my apartment and a not so innocent goodnight kiss.

"I'd like to take you out," I said.
"I'd like that," she responded.
"What are you doing next Friday?"
"Going out with you," she said. "But what about Katrin?"
"I'll do the right thing. She's a nice girl. She deserves the truth."
"And what's the truth?"
"That I wanted to be with you since the first time I met you," I said.
The next kiss was a lot more passionate. I got the phone number and the address; it was on!

My roommates had grown very fond of Katrin. Not because she was my girlfriend, mind you. She cleaned the house, cooked for us and gave us rides to and from class. Not to mention the bedroom antics which could be heard all throughout the house. They were, as described by my one roommate, "Jerk Worthy." A compliment.

"You don't have to tell her right now," Marc, my roommate and best friend, told me. "Just give it a week. I don't have any money for the subway." He was serious.

I kept from telling her, having avoided her sexual advances all week out of complete respect, until that Thursday afternoon. She was upset but, get this, said that she appreciated my honesty.

Now, as everyone knows, Thursday's are a big night out in most all college towns. It just so happens that Thursday's were the night that Katrin and I hung out most since she worked on Friday nights and I worked on Saturdays.

"Let's just go out one more time," she said.
"I don't think that that is such a good idea," I said.
"Please, I've had so much fun with you these past few months. Don't I deserve one more night out with you?"

I could tell she had an agenda. And she did. She was looking to screw me into submission – as she explained to a mutual friend. She seriously felt that she could make me forget about my fantasy cheerleader.

But the night was pretty lame. My buddies were ribbing me, Katrin was groping and grabbing me – it didn't feel right knowing that my mind was set. I was going to be with that cheerleader and that was final.

"I want to go," I said to her. "This isn't right."
"I'll take you home," she said.
"That's ok. I'll get a ride."
"No, I'll take you."

I caved in. Big mistake.

We drove back to the apartment in an uncomfortable silence. As we approached my place, Katrin started to search for a parking spot – I looked at my front door quickly recognizing an incredibly hot, six foot tall dirty blonde beauty ringing my doorbell.

HOLY SHIT, I thought.

"Katrin, let's go somewhere and talk. Somewhere… else."

"Ok," she said. She drove off to a nearby park where I stood my ground and insisted that she leave me so I may pursue my guilty pleasure of banging a professional cheerleader.

"John," she said, "I'll let you go but only after one more night with me."

Now, honestly, I tried to get out of it. I really did. But, like a complete lug I, again, caved in. We headed back to my place. Now, at least an hour went by, if not longer. Surely Annie had left knowing that I wasn't home.

As Katrin and I walked up the steps to my apartment I nearly threw up when I noticed, drawn over the back of our living room lazy boy, was the infamous official pink Buffalo Jills Cheerleading Jacket. Standing in front of my sink, washing my dishes (Katrin hadn't gotten to them yet) and talking to my roommate Sam, who didn't go out that evening, was Annie.

HOOOOOLEEEEEE SHIT, I thought.

Annie turned around. Looked at me, looked at Katrin, looked back at me and then, in the best "Fuck you, I'm Not Leaving," move – turned around and continued washing the dishes.

My roommate looked at me like "What's next?" He couldn’t wait to see what would develop.

I turned to Katrin.

"You should go," I said.
"Yeah, I probably should," she said sadly.

And she left.

Annie gave me a little bit of shit. Fortunately, my roommate backed up my story before I even got there. He told her that I was out breaking things off as she washed the dishes. After telling her that this was the big break up and she was only coming up to get her things from my room. She settled down laying down the ground rules that she will not be a guy's "other girl."

Annie left about an hour later letting me know that she looked forward to Friday night.

My date with Annie was great. She was a really beautiful girl with a good sense of humor. I felt little, if any, guilt in the way I honestly broke things off with Katrin – and, outside of not telling Annie that I was bringing Katrin up to my apartment the night before to have some of the raunchiest sex ever, I was mostly honest with Annie from the beginning.

We got back to my apartment and I invited Annie up. She accepted and we made our way up the stairs. As I turned the corner of the stairwell I noticed, there, on the couch, was Katrin!

The same roommate from the night before let her in – Sam, you fucking prick! What was he trying to do to me?

"Dude," he said, "she stopped by looking for a shoulder to cry on. I couldn't get her to leave."

Annie looked disgusted.

"I'll be in your room while you take care of this," she said. She marched into my room located right next to the living room.

"Katrin, what are you doing here?" I asked.
"I wanted to talk to you."
"Well, now is not a good time."
"John, just let me stay here on the couch. You go do what you feel you need to do with her and, if it's any better than me, I'll leave."

No shit. That's what she said, verbatim.

I told her to go home and went into my room.

Annie and I made love for hours that night with Katrin sitting on my living room couch. My roommate emerged from his bedroom to find Katrin.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked.
"I have no where to be. I really want to talk to John," she said. "He's not thinking straight."
"Not thinking straight?!?!" my roommate shot back at her. He picked up the remote and muted the TV. "Listen to that! They're not playing cards in there!"

After realizing that he was fighting a losing battle, he went to bed leaving Katrin on the couch basking in the glowing blue light of our TV.

Annie was great. Not half as erotic or adventurous as Katrin, I admit, but simply amazing to look at. She had an appearance early the next morning, a grand opening of some auto dealership, so she got up around 5:30AM to go home and get ready.

I walked her to her car and went back to my room to catch a quick nap before going to work myself. When I got to the top of the stairs, there was Katrin. I had no idea that she was still there.

"So how was it?" she asked.
"Katrin, why are you here?"
"How was it?" she asked again.
"You're kidding, right?"
"Was she as good as me?"
"Katrin, you should go."
"Was she as good as me?"

She started to walk me towards my bedroom.

"Answer the question," she demanded.
"Katrin, what are you doing?"

She continued to push me towards my bedroom. Pushing me into the room she closed the door, pulled down my sweatpants and started to lick my member.

"Would she even think about doing this to you?" She licked again and then looked back up at me.

"Would she lick another girl off of your cock?"

NO! I thought. I totally caved in, yet again, letting her go completely nasty on me. It was, without a doubt, the most amazing sex I ever participated in. Unmatched to this day (and a HUGE apology to my wife here but it's the truth).

Katrin and I were over after that. She got her one last roll in the hay and I got a pretty amazing story. And though she was better than Annie in the sack, I stayed with the Buffalo Jill long enough to go to Super Bowl XXVI in Minneapolis.

My roommates, some 15 years later, still bring up this story every time I visit Buffalo.