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…….so Anyway. I felt it my duty to impart upon all of my friends this encounter of mine seeing as we had all spent at least some part of some evening talking about how fine Deja is. Among those friends Brandon was still in town so when I told him of the party he was pretty animated about going although at this point I had lost interest in the idea. His master plan was that I could go talk to the girl and set the stage for her return while he would try to woo Deja. A plan which I was comfortable with all around except for the execution. But for whatever reason I decided to go anyway. When I got to the party I’m sure I didn’t see Melanie for the first hour I was there. However I did see and talk with Deja who was apparently an aspiring actress to compliment my aspiring screenwriting. I couldn’t tell if the comfortable vibe I was getting from her was due to our commonalities or some kind of romantic intrigue on her part. But I was sure that there was some underlying attraction there. So Sure that a couple of weeks later I actually decided to act on it. I called her under the guise of wanting to talk about my screenplay. And just as hoped it took it’s turn for something altogether different. From her inferences Deja did pretty much everything axcept ask me out. So I obliged and she accepted. And by the time I hung up the phone I hardly knew what happened. To this day I honestly can’t remember what we did on that first date. And I don’t know how we ended up on the next two either but I do know by our third date I was still a little unsure of her intentions with me. Deja had grown into somewhat of a free spirit so I wasn’t sure if she was just the type who really liked to hang out with different people or if she was into me. And I didn’t exactly know how to make a move on her to find out so one evening sitting in her living room I just decided to go for it. I moved in slowly in front of her. She didn’t flinch and when I leaned in to kiss her SHe accepted and requited. Good. Now that we got that out of the way let’s find out how far she’s willing to take this. So I move her back into her bedroom. And try to push her back on her bed. Meanwhile she’s whispering in my ear “take it slow.” I don’t know if this means take it slow right now or that I’m not getting any ass tonight but we were going to explore damnit. I go for the pants button and she wiggles away saying again “take it slow” only slightly discouraged but still not defeated I continue to work her over with my kisses and embrace. After about three more attempts at the pants they finally get unbuttoned and then are removed. So now I got her. I start going down on her. And she’s really into it. She’s making noises. every two minutes she’s telling me she’s about to cum. I swear she must have cum 7 times if she wasn’t lying. I’m really getting into it too. I’m not just using my tounge and face. I mean I’m getting my hips into it. I’m trying to sew this up. This is Deja Poppina we’re talking about here. The crowning achievement of my sexual career. After about 20 minutes of head work she tells me she’s ready. For just a moment my heart stops mid pump as if it’s generating strength so it can jump out of my chest. I’ve never been this excited in my life. All the girating has me a little worked up now and her moans and apparent orgasms have overwhelmed my senses. So in the back of my mind I’m thinking “this isn’t going to take long.” But my other option is to tell Deja Poppina that I’m not going to have sex with her….Get the fuck outta here. So I strap up and prepare myself for all the Deja goodness. I align myself and prepare for the first stroke. Befoe I touch bottom all I can feel is a massive, soundless gush followed closely by embarassment and lamentations. Dear God please don’t tell me I only lasted one stroke with Deja Poppina. I layed on top of her motionless for about 5 minutes and without saying a word I roll over face down buried deep in a pillow and allow my shame to take me to sleep.
As prologue to this story it was surprisingly not the last time Deja allowed me to sleep with her. I don’t know what in God’s good name drew her back but I guess I must have proven myself at least a worthy cunniligist. Needless to say after the initial experience with Deja I took the necessary precautions and came back next time better prepared. (by better prepared I mean I had to jerk befoe I got there and then get a BJ from her first) And redeemed my shame.