Tribute pictures are exciting, but this one was different. I was nervous and anxious. Every time I looked at her photos it was like the first time looking at a Playboy. My mind entered a fantasy, wondering what it would be like if we had met in real life instead of NN.

It is a Saturday afternoon when I first see her. It is a warm, sunny spring type day. She is with a couple of people, obviously friends, telling stories of the past weeks activities. I notice how intensely she listens to the conversation, making eye contact, nodding in agreement, providing those little facial expressions that show she is listening. I also notice (and tried not to make it obvious I was staring) her body. The loose curls in her long dark hair seemed to extend into a body of curves that is very easy on the eyes.

I started thinking that I should move a little closer to her, just to be able to hear pauses in her conversation where I may be able to butt in and break the ice. As I slowly inch toward her, I start to doubt the success of my venture. This girl is obviously a 10. She could easily be in any magazine as a model. She has the perfect look that would make any piece of clothing a hundred times better.

I have had experiences with women like this before. Now, I am no 10, but I am not a 2 either. I would have to rank myself in the 7-8 range. However, being 2-3 points shy has always been my stumbling block. I have never gotten past the initial “Hello”, never given the opportunity to show that the remaining 2-3 points are inside. I always console myself after meeting these women by convincing myself that they would require too much maintenance.

As I slowly make my way closer to her, I look up only to find that she is looking at me. Damn! How did she know, was I that obvious? Or was I only doing something that hundreds of men before me had tried, and she knew the trick. Well, I guess it does not matter now; the cat is out of the bag. I quickly give her a smile, a quick nod, and changed my direction. Damn!

I was totally surprised when she tapped me on the shoulder. She introduced herself as Chloe. Having momentarily forgotten my name, I was lucky that I remembered how to talk. “Very nice to meet you Chloe” quivered out of my mouth, “I am Duke”. Chloe and Duke, side by side, just like C and D are in the alphabet.

The hours we talked seemed only like minutes. We share the same interest in music, movies, and food. Chloe tells me she has a secret dark side, and at first I don’t believe her. However, her eyes, those beautiful eyes convince me otherwise. I try to get her to explain this dark side. How dark is it? What does it involve? Who else is involved? (Can I get involved?)

It’s late and the sun is starting to go down. I don’t want to say good bye, but I don’t want to be too pushy. I convince her to get some ice cream. She likes vanilla in a wafer cone, while I enjoy chocolate in a cookie cone. I eat my ice cream slowly (because I don’t want to say good bye) and it starts to drip out the bottom. The cookie cone is turning into a cookie dough cone. Chloe has finished her treat and helps me clean up the mess I have created.

I start thinking of the final words of the evening. Should I ask for her number? Should I ask for a chance at a real date? Or should I just feel lucky that I got past “Hello” this time, and take it as the first success in a long string of failures. Again, to my surprise, Chloe beat me to the punch by asking if I was interested in some coffee or hot tea at her place. This time I forgot how to speak and could only nod my head.

When we arrived at her place, my heart was beating like I had just run a marathon. I was thankful that she immediately invited me to sit. My legs felt like they had also run a marathon. She asked if I wanted coffee or tea. I chose coffee, black. Just what I needed, more stimulus for an already intense moment.

Chloe brought in two cups of coffee, and our conversation continued. She told me that she had noticed me before I noticed her. She was trying to wrap up her conversation so she could inch her way toward me. Imagine that, she was going to use my plan against me! I again asked her to explain her dark side. My imagination had been running wild of the possibilities. She smiled and asked “Do you know the difference between making love and having sex?”

Wow! My imagination exploded. I knew what to say, but could I say it? “While making love, you share not only your body, but your soul. It is tender, caressing, cuddling, kissing, admiring, and thoughtful. Having sex is raw, animal type passion. It is pounding, hair pulling, twisting, bending, doing everything you can do to come.”

I could have been more graphic, but I thought I had provided just enough description to keep the conversation going. I could see that Chloe was getting ready to ask a question when I said “However, I believe the best is when you blend the two together. It is connection, but not a total soul connection. It is hot, sweaty, experimenting, and respectful. It is the best of both.”

I quickly leaned forward and kissed Chloe, and slowly backed away, hoping to see “yes” in her eyes. “I agree with your third option” she said as she leaned forward wanting a second kiss. The kisses started out as sweet, quick pecks. As we became more familiar with each other, the kisses turned into the long, heavy breathing French style.

My hands started to explore the rest of this lovely lady. First, it was her long, black hair. I enjoyed running my hand up the back of her neck, grabbing a handful and slightly squeezing it while pulling her closer to me. I also traveled down her back, stopping momentarily to pull her into me, before heading to her bottom where I continued squeezing and pulling her to me.

Chloe had her arms wrapped around my neck, not wanting to let me go. She lifted her left leg and rubbed her knee against my thigh. She was caressing my head, breathing heavy, and enjoying the way I was touching her. The kissing would stop for a moment, just long enough for us to look into each other’s eyes before continuing with the passionate kisses.

When we reached the bedroom, I took off my shirt and started to pull Chloe’s shirt off to expose those wonderful breasts. I wanted to touch and kiss them, press them up against my body. I wanted to play in the mountains. My dick was so hard it was hurting. I had to get out of those jeans. Chloe assisted me in removing my remaining clothing and I returned the favor.

She sat on the bed and motioned with her finger for me to join her. As I approached, she laid back and spread her legs indicating that I had some work to do before pleasure. What she did not know is that I love to eat pussy. I think I am damn good and am bound and determined to prove it to her. The first thing I noticed is she is completely shaven. Her pussy is one of the softest things I have felt. I enjoy kissing and licking on and around her lips, teasing her, making her anticipate when I would start. She tries to grab my head and force it, but I make her wait for it.

The first lick on her clit surprises her as she lets out a gasp and jerks just a little. I love running my tongue up and down on her clit. I tilt my head side to side and continue licking from all directions. I give a little moan from time to time that vibrates against her pussy. I roll my tongue and suck on her clit very softly. Her moans are starting to get longer, and her hips start to wiggle. She grabs my head and puts her feet on my back telling me she does not want me to stop. I could never stop. I start to lick faster, I suck on her lips, I lick and kiss her thighs. Her moans are so loud that her neighbors can hear. Her pussy is so wet, her clit pulses with each lick I give. Her back is starting to arch, I can feel her legs start to stiffen and loosen while her waist starts to move in opposite rhythm of my licking. Finally, she cannot take it anymore. The pleasure that had been building up is finally released and she experiences one of the most intense orgasms she has ever had. I am glad that I made a good first impression.

Not wanting to lose the momentum, I slowly start kissing my way up her stomach, around her belly button, to her cleavage. With my hands I massage her tits. Now I have worked the kisses up to the base of her neck and start biting her very gently. My dick starts to tease her pussy by rubbing on her clit. I move to the other side of her neck and continue with the biting. My hands are now up by her face and the bites turn back into kisses. I stop for a brief moment, lift up, and look into her eyes. She is very beautiful and sexual. I want her bad. I put my hands on both sides of her face and kiss her wonderful lips. At the same time I slide my dick past her soft pussy lips and go as deep as I can.

I start thrusting, slowly in and out. I am still holding her head with my hands and kissing her as the thrusting quickens. Chloe grabs my ass and starts to push to the rhythm. The kissing becomes more intense and the thrusts become turn into a hard pounding. The making love session is slipping into having sex. I am so excited that I have to be careful not to end too quickly. I try to control reaching climax but her moans continue to build my excitement.

I have to stop. I don’t want this to end so quickly. Thinking of baseball, football, hockey is not helping. After thrusting in as far as I can I stop, rise up and start to suck on her tits. I tease her nipples by slightly biting them. I can feel her heart beating in her chest and at the same time feel her pussy slowly tighten and loosen around my cock. I have to pull out or it will be done.

After pulling out, I start to tease her clit with the tip of my dick again, and continue to lick, suck, and bite her tits. Chloe takes this opportunity to turn over on her stomach and slowly rise up on all fours. I still need more time to calm down, so I kiss her back, I reach around her and squeeze her tits. Finally I am ready to start again. I start off slowly to make sure I am ready to continue. YES I am ready! I grab her hips firmly and start to push and pull her as I build a good rhythm of fucking her.

I can feel my balls bounce each time I slam into her body. Chloe now has her head buried in a pillow and with each stroke she lets out a little “uh” sound. I am in the groove. It seems like I could do this forever. Every now and then I stop and kiss her back, and she will start to rock on her knees letting me know she does not want me to stop. Sometimes she reaches between her legs and tries to catch my balls as they swing in and away from her body. I can fell the pulses in her pussy becoming more intense. Each thrust is met with a little more resistance until she screams into her pillow with her second orgasm.

I did not slow down fucking her while she was coming. It seemed like she came for ever. When she was finished, she pulled away from me and told me to lie on my back. When I was in position, she grabbed my cock and started sucking it. She ran hand up and down the shaft just in front of her mouth. I pulled her hair out of the way so I could watch.

After a couple of minutes, Chloe lifted up her head and looked at me with those beautiful eyes. She was till stroking my cock with her hand when she moved around to straddle me on her knees. She leaned forward to kiss me while she positioned my dick so she could sit on it. Once I was in her, she started rocking back and forth, up and down, giving me passionate kisses. My hands were free to grab her ass and assist. With each down stroke she gave I would lift my hips so I could bang her pussy as hard as I could. She rose up and I could watch her tits bounce with each slam.

I was getting so excited and my dick was harder than a diamond. I did not know how much longer I could go. I was mere seconds away from an explosion that seemed would blow her right off of me. Chloe must have detected how close I was because she stopped, dismounted, and slowly stroked my dick while looking at me. Then she bent down, looking at me out of the corner of her eye, and started to suck my dick again. This time she used her other hand to play with my balls. She started to alternate between sucking my cock and my balls. As she stroked my dick, she would slowly twist her hand near the tip. It was driving me crazy. I had to unload. Then, in one quick movement, she plunged her mouth over my dick and pulled on my balls. I came in her mouth for what seemed an eternity. She continued to suck and stroke as the cum streamed out of her mouth. Every muscle in my body flexed. My toes were pointed like a ballerina. I think I was holding my breath. What an experience.

I started breathing again when Chloe laid her head on my chest. I lightly rubbed her back as she traced figure 8’s on my stomach with her finger. I could not believe what had just happened. What a wonderful woman, what an exciting time. I would remember this forever.

After several minutes of soaking in the last of the pleasure, I kissed Chloe on the top of her head. She stopped doing figure 8’s and laid her hand flat on my stomach. I asked her “So, do I know the difference between making love and having sex?” She lifted up her head, smiled at me and said “I’ll have to tell you later.”