When Love Hits You, It Knocks You Down

I went on a college arranged trip to Europe in my junior year. It was a cultural trip, put on by the Art Appreciation class. Our trip was to the Capitals, the great museums, the art of the masters.

Well, we were in Rome, and it was hot and the small hotel we had didn't have any circulating air. My roommate and I were sweating, laying on our beds with as little as we dared have on. It finally dawned on us to open the window, and let a breeze come in.

I won't say that what we did was world class. We stripped what little we had on off, and stood butt naked in the window, the breeze wafting across our tits and girly bits. It was the moon, I'm sure of that, the moon over the city, the breeze wafting through our legs, that feeling you get sometimes that what you are doing is naughty, prohibited, two naked girls standing in the window for anyone that cared to see.

She, my roommate, went back and laid on her bed, she opened her legs offering herself to me, 'would you mind?' No ma'am, I didn't mind, by then the naughty had taken hold and I ate her, and ate her, and no matter how much I ate her, I couldn't get full. I had so slap her down, to stop moving, 'let me eat your pussy' I yelled at her. Well, when you are eating pussy for the first time, you may know theoretically, but practically you don't know. I did position myself right, I did find her clitoris, I ate with reckless abandon, until she exploded, kicking me away. "You fucking bitch" she yelled at me, as she turned over on her side, in a fetal positioning protecting her pussy from me.

I sat back on my knees, I could smell her pussy now, my face wet with her pussy sweat, trembling a little, my pussy was raw. I had fingered myself so hard, that I hurt my vagina with my finger nail and rubbed my clit, it was so sensitive that I couldn't put my finger on it without it hurting, raw pain. She grabbed me, and I don't mean a nice thing, she grabbed me and told me that she was 'going down'. My pussy wasn't ready, she spread me open, and shoved her face in my pussy and with one 'thrust' of the tongue she entered my vagina like a man. Fuck, fuck, fuck, in and out, in and out, her tongue was strong and hard. What led her to shove a finger up my ass? and I came like I had never come before.

We cried that night, two naked girls with the moon over the city and breeze coming through. We cried. We hadn't been naughty, we had done what can't be undone. As a consolation prize, she told me to lay still and she gently kissed my lips, her tongue gently parting them, until our tongues met and parried and thrust like a couple of fencers in competition, ugh, I fell back, ugh and I grabbed her around the neck and would not let go, until she gave in and fell on top of me, and I held her there while she wrapped her arms around me and we squashed our breasts together, ramming our nipples against each other. "Let's fuck, let's fuck" and we did.

We returned from Europe a lot more educated, with so many paintings behind us, some were not that impressive, but others were. But after Rome, we stood with all the other people there, holding hands in the crowd. Two American girls, who left on a trip and never dreamt they would come home in love.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. We are living the life with two children that came out of us along the way, a boy and a girl, and we live next door to my parents.