She had never before had an orgasm; I wonder if her fiance knew that...

In the early 80’s when I was in law school in New Orleans, I loved Fridays more than any other time in life before or since. There were always several parties going on, especially in the spring. On campus at Tulane, the undergrads had a weekly bash on the quad known simply as TGIF. The students association put on a rock show with a local band warming up the crowd for a more well-known regional traveling band. The beer kegs would be flowing at 25 cents for a large picnic cup. The air smelled of Mexican marijuana. Frisbees and soccer balls took flight. More importantly, there was always a stampede of undergrad girls looking for a future Mr. Right.

One Friday afternoon I had to pick between two girls who both seemed ready to hook up. One was a real hottie, about 18 or 19, very petite with curly black hair and pretty features. We were French kissing right there in the crowd, and she would push her pelvis against me. She wanted to go the French Quarter and then come home to my place. I didn’t want to go the Quarter just then. Even worse, she had the proverbial Homely Girlfriend with her. The safer bet was this other girl I had been chatting up, a quiet girl who was not as hot, but had no awkward friend in tow. She was a little older and taller, and kind of quiet though definitely interested in hooking up.

I put her on the handlebars and rode through Audubon Park to my apartment in an old brick four-plex bordering the park, not a mile from the great Mississippi River. We just hung out for about an hour, drinking wine and blowing a little weed. I was nearly 30 at the time, and was very patient. After we kissed on the couch for a while, I undressed her and took her across the room to the bed. She was oddly shy about the encounter, especially at first. After I had fucked her for about 30 minutes, she came real hard. I kept at it slowly, then building again to a second orgasm for her. Later, in my car on the way back to campus, she told me it was the first time she had experienced an orgasm. (It made me feel like Mack Largerod, Private Sex-god.) When I tried to get her number, she told me she was just visiting.

OK. So, for me it was off to Saturday morning life and thoughts of law school.

A couple of days later I was sitting at the bar in a tiny dive known only to me and a couple of other students and street people, watching the Dixie Beer sign and the small black and white TV, listening to a great juke box and talking to a classmate buddy. To my surprise, up walks the Quiet Girl, glad to see me in a low key way. She knows my classmate buddy. I ask her to come back to my place, and she is all for it. My buddy looked a little disturbed. I didn’t get it, since he was married. So I took her home and we spent the night fucking each other into a coma. Her body was familiar territory. She loved it.

I loved it.

At school the next Monday, my buddy will barely speak to me. I finally got the explanation. The Quiet Girl was in town to marry a local guy who was a friend of his. When I explained how I’d fucked her before that night, he had a real moral dilemma whether to spill the beans to the groom. After a time, I convinced him we were just sport fucking, and we both forgot about it.