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   My Seven Sins Chapter 2: Lust (mf, college, first, MF)



   I woke up early the next morning, not because I had a long drive or was
rushing to my next stop, but instead I felt that things had gone as well as
they possibly could have in my hometown.  I needed to leave before
something happened to change my good mood.  While I could have caught a
quick breakfast at the diner, I got a coffee and Egg McMuffin from the
McDonald's drive-through, instead.

   As I was in no particular rush to get to the city where I had attended
university, and because the drive was relatively short, I decided that I
would avoid highways and drive the back roads so I could take in the beauty
of the farmland nestled between the rolling mountains that makes up the
center of Pennsylvania.  When I was in college, the interstate highway that
considerably shortened the trip that I was taking was yet to be built.  So,
back then it was actually longer to take highways the entire way.  Instead,
it was better to drive these country roads that, for the most part, were
not heavily traveled.  Today though, I took them simply for pleasure.

   I got caught behind a school bus or two as I drove through the rural
valleys, but otherwise, the roads were clear.  Though I did pass through a
bigger town or small city along the way, there was a definite country
feeling to the trip.  However, it was easy to tell you were in the country
until you got to the suburbs of my second destination, Pittsburgh.

   As I drove on the freeway that took me downtown, I marveled at how the
city had changed since I had graduated.  When I had been there in college,
it was still trying to reinvent itself.  The steel industry was dead and
the supporting cast of companies had quietly slinked out of town, making
the city seem as if it was on its last legs.  There was even talk that the
baseball team might leave.  However, in the time since I had left,
something had changed.  Steel City had become Robo City.  Instead of coke
ovens belching smoke into the sky, engineers quietly sat at computers
creating 3-D images of whatever they were trying to draft.

   And of course there were the computer people, which is what I would have
been if I had stayed there.  I had attended one of the universities to
studied computer science with every intention of creating the greatest
computer game ever.  However, I quickly learned that I did not have quite
the imagination that one needs to create them.  But I was good enough to
make it in the tech industry, so I bounced around the country for a while
experiencing different parts of the field, until I met my wife and we built
our business.

   When we were trying to get our company off the ground, my wife thought
it would be a good idea if I joined the local city club as a way of making
contacts, though that turned out to be irrelevant because our early clients
were all from out-of-state.  I had kept up the membership only because it
was something cool to tell people.  During this trip, it would pay off
while I was in the larger cities.  Because my club had reciprocity with
others, I could take a good room without having to pay for an expensive
hotel.  My stop in Pittsburgh was the first time I had done this.

   Besides the comfort and ease of staying in a private club, there was
another reason I chose to stay there.  It was right across the street from
the University where Elizabeth Franchini, my only real college girlfriend,
was a professor.  She was the reason I had come to Pittsburgh, and this
would provide the best possible place to meet her.  She kept a busy
schedule, so she said it would be hard to make much time for me, or so she
said.

   * * *

   I would not exactly call Elizabeth Franchini, or Lizzie as I used to
call her, a rebound relationship, though she did come pretty soon after I
broke up with Carly Johnson, my high school girlfriend.  For one thing, we
were together for too long to make it one.  Second, she represented a
completely new part of my life.

   We met, almost by accident.  I had been in the cafeteria one January
evening, sitting by myself and wondering what my next move was after
breaking up with Carly.  Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw one
of my friends.  Bored with the evening news playing on the TV, I waved in
the general direction and motioned for him to come over.  Unfortunately or
fortunately, depending on the way you look at it, my friend was not there
instead Lizzie thought I was motioning to her.  We had been in a class
together first semester and she thought I remembered her.

   When Lizzie realized the mistake, she was about to get up and leave. 
However, it suddenly dawned on me that I was now sitting at a table with
one of the hottest girls I had ever met.  She was tall for a girl, almost
as tall as me.  She was not super skinny either.  But none of this made her
look big.  Instead, she had the curves of a grown woman complementing a
perfectly rounded chest.  Her hair was jet black and around skin had a
slight tan.  But surprisingly, her eyes were the brightest blue.  They were
an obvious contradiction to the rest of her body, but one that made her
stand out even more.

   So thinking that it was always good to have more friends and to be seen
with someone this attractive, I invited her to stay.  After talking about
classes, who we knew on campus, and where we grew up we seemed to be
enjoying each other's company.  It was actually she who suggested the date.

   On the next Saturday night we met to see an up and coming band play on
campus, the type that was supposed to be the next great rock act, but then
fizzled because the bandmates hated each other.  The concert was awful, but
mercifully ended early.  However, we needed to find a way to waste a few
more hours.

   After a walk across campus while holding hands and huddling together
because of the cold, we were seated in one of those small restaurants that
caters to college students who have spent the evening drinking.  We were
probably the only sober people there.  As we sat and ate bacon and eggs, I
learned two very important things.  First, scrambled eggs do not look
appetizing right after somebody vomits on the table next to you.  Second,
Lizzie was painfully boring.

   When she described her life at college, I understood why she was excited
enough to meet to meet an almost random guy and then asked him on a date.
Because she eventually wanted to go to medical school, she spent almost
every free moment in the library studying.  I admit that she had a noble
goal, to be a pediatric oncologist.  However, when she talked about things
in the body that I did not understand or did not care about, I often felt
like crying.

   The problem was that she was the hottest girl I had ever met.  Every
time I was tempted to tell her to be quiet and talk about something else. I
looked at her blue eyes or perfect chest and lost all track of what she was
saying.  All I knew is that I wanted her.  So every time she wanted to go
out, I would grit my teeth and pray that she had found some other interest
over the past few days.

   While I could probably have dealt with her being boring, the fact that
Lizzie would not put out almost drove me crazy.  We had been together for
almost the entire semester, but we had not even taken our underwear off. 
There had been some pretty long drawn out make out sessions, going as far
as having our hands down each other's pants, though never any real action.
It is not that she was a prude.  In her studies of the human body, she had
read about both the male and the female bodies extensively.  So she was
able to coach me about how to use my fingers on her clit, but she would
never let me put her finger inside of her.  And she was easily able to make
me cum; though, it was always in my pants.  As a whole, it was frustrating,
but I was sure that at some point we would finally have sex and it would
feel great.

   Towards the end of the semester, one of my buddies convinced me to spend
the summer at school with him painting the dorms.  It paid only minimum
wage, but the University provided housing and meals, so anything I made was
pocket money.  And though the painting was manual labor, I knew that it
would not be hard enough to prevent me from enjoying my evenings.

   For better or for worse, Lizzie was staying in town as well.  She had
gotten a summer job in one of the medical research laboratories.  She was
also provided housing and meals, but her pay was almost twice what mine
was. On one hand, I was looking forward to having her there to hook up
with. I knew I would want some action that summer, even if it was just
heavy make out sessions.  So with her in town, I would not have to go out
looking for someone.  On the other hand, I dreaded having to listen to
stories about her work.

   At first, the summer developed in the most frustrating way.  Lizzie
wanted to spend a lot of time together, generally every night.  The school
had provided her with a single room, so we would always end up there.  We
listened to music, watched TV, and talked about how we would save the
world. By the end of the night, it would always end up with our bodies
grinding together on her bed.  While I enjoyed getting each other off, I
was frustrated with things not going further.

   As the summer continued, Lizzie began to loosen up.  Whereas, at first
she would always make me go back to my room, eventually, she invited me to
stay almost every night.  However, all we would do is sleep.  We would both
wear boxers and T-shirts and cuddle up together with me spooning her. 
Sometimes I would wake up sweating in the middle of the night, my erection
feeling like it would explode.  All I could think about was the two thin
pieces of material separated our bodies from each other.  Sometimes I even
thought about slipping her boxers down and just going for it.  I was one of
the good guys, though.  So I would usually just slip into her bathroom,
jack off, and then head back to bed.

   Suddenly, towards the end of the summer, things changed.  One evening
when I was planning on going over to her place, Lizzie told me that she was
going out for dinner and shopping with some of the graduate students with
whom she had worked over the summer.  Though I should have been bothered
that I was not invited, I was actually relieved.  She had talked about them
a lot, and they seemed pretty boring to me.  I did find it strange, though,
that she did not invite me to stay over when she got home.

   The next evening, Lizzie insisted that I take her out to dinner.  She
had made a reservation at a nice restaurant just off campus.  It was not
someplace we would normally have gone to, as it was pretty expensive, but
since I had saved money over the summer, I thought we might as well try it.
So I agreed to get dressed up and take her on a date that she clearly
stated she expected to be very special.

   Throughout dinner, Lizzie seemed excited and nervous at the same time.
At one point she told me that she had a big surprise and could not wait to
show me, but quickly clammed up and would not say anymore.  A big part of
me hoped that she would finally be willing to have sex, but at this point I
was not going to hold out hope.  All in all, it was a very nice date, the
first truly classy one on which I had taken someone.  For that reason
alone, it would have been memorable.

   When we got back to the dorm where her summer room was, Lizzie sent me
to the vending machines in the basement to get some sodas while she went up
to the room.  The machines were new, but the dollar bill readers were very
unreliable, so it took me about 15 minutes to finally get the drinks.  When
I finally got back upstairs, Lizzie's door was locked, which was quite
strange considering she was waiting for me.  Whenever I was in the building
she would leave it open so I could come and go as I please.  When I
knocked, she yelled that she needed a minute.  She was getting my surprise
ready.

   It felt as if I waited for hours, but was really probably only a few
minutes before I heard the door unlock, and watched it slowly open.  I
could not see Lizzie in the room, so I knew she was hiding behind the door.
Quietly, I heard her whisper to close my eyes and walk into the room. 
Though I was curious about what the present was, I respected Lizzie's wish
for a surprise.  So I did as she asked.

   As I shuffled forward, trying not to trip over any of the books Lizzie
had scattered on the floor, I heard the door close and click behind me. 
Again Lizzie told me to keep my eyes closed as I felt her brush by me. 
Instead of the fabric of the sundress she had been wearing, I felt her skin
brush against my arm.  I was surprised at how easily she slipped past me,
considering that it had been a hot day and I was sure she must have been
sweating.

   I was about to break my promise and opened my eyes, when Lizzie finally
told me I could open them.  As my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the
room, I saw Lizzie standing in front of me wearing a light pink nighty and
matching panties.  The outfit provided a perfect contrast to her slightly
tan skin, where they neither stood out nor completely blended in.  It was
as if only the most important parts of the present were wrapped.  Her arms
hung at her side, swaying subtly like wind chimes in a gentle summer
breeze. Her jet black hair was delicately placed so that a little bit hung
over each shoulder perfectly framing the anxious smile on her face and
covering the straps down almost to her breasts.  She looked nervous and so
very young, like a teenager trying to impress an older man, but she was
beautiful.

   I could tell that Lizzie was looking for some sign of affirmation that
she was doing the right thing.  However, I was speechless.  When she
finally asked what I thought, the only word I could say was "beautiful". 
With that, a big smile came over her face.  She almost flew across the room
to embrace me in a kiss so passionate that it was almost painful.  As our
mouths wrestled with each other's, she muttered something about the girls
from the lab telling her that I would like it.  I could not have cared less
why she was dressed like that, though.  Instead, I just silently celebrated
that tonight would be the night we finally went all the way.

   Without realizing what I was doing, I picked her up, cradled her in my
arms, and carried her to her bed.  As I gently lay her down, I no longer
saw anxiety in her expression, it had become excited anticipation.  Tonight
she was ready to go all the way.  And as if to accentuate that point, while
I gazed over her body, she spread her legs just a little bit.  I think my
clothing came off faster than any other college boy's clothing had come off
before.  However, Lizzie was faster, as by the time my clothing was off,
she was completely naked on the bed.

   As I once again admired her body, Lizzie extended her hand to me.  She
did not look so much like a teenager anymore, but a young adult woman
telling her boyfriend to come and join her.  As I put my hand in hers she
gently pulled me over her body.  Then stretching her head as high as it
would go she slid her other hand behind my head, and pulled our lips
together.  We kissed passionately, with me on all fours above her.  Even
though I knew where we both wanted the night to go, I still waited for her
invitation to let our naked bodies touch each other.

   After a few more minutes of kissing, I felt her hand on the small of my
back.  With gentle pressure, she pulled me towards her.  Our chests
touched, then our stomachs, and then finally the parts which had never
touched before.  As we continued to kiss and grind against each other, I
felt the excitement growing inside of me.  Almost unconsciously I began to
hump harder against her.  I had almost completely forgotten that I wanted
to have sex with her.

   Lizzie knew what she wanted, though.  So when she saw that I was about
to lose control.  She pushed me back and told me that she was ready.  Her
readings about the human body came to good use because she was able to keep
me stimulated without having me finish.  She also showed a mental
adeptness, as she was able to keep me distracted with her voice and body
while she "got some protection".

   When Lizzie handed me a condom, I delicately opened it and rolled it on.
Because I was concentrating on that, I did not immediately notice that she
was taking other precautions.  But when it was on, I noticed that she was
pushing a sponge inside of herself.  When she had completed that to the
point where she felt comfortable, she pulled out a tube of spermicide gel
and put some of that inside of her too.  When she noticed I was looking at
her, she explained that she was not taking the birth control pill, so she
had calculated what combination of other measures would provide the maximum
amount of protection.  Then, in detail, she explained how each of the
measures worked.

   If I had not been a teenage boy, I would have lost my erection. 
However, I was quickly able to filter out Lizzie's voice just simply by
looking at her body.  As she talked, I looked down at her breasts.  Because
they were on the large side for her age, they lay flattened back on top of
themselves slightly hanging off to opposite sides of her chest.  Her
stomach was neither skinny nor fat, but rather what someone would just call
average.  Down below was a thick bush of curly jet black hair.  Not only
was it above, but it fully surrounded her womanhood, as if it was trying to
make it impossible to see anything when she spread her legs.

   I do not know if Lizzie realized I was distracted, or if she just got
bored talking about her birth control strategy, but eventually she told me
that she was ready to start.  Between her legs, I lined up and began to
gently push.  I was pretty sure it was her first time, so I expected an
obstruction, but was surprised when there was not one.  As I pushed harder,
I heard Lizzie whisper that she made sure to break it so that it would not
hurt her first time.  However, I had again drowned her voice out.  This
time it was not because of boredom.  Instead, it was because I realized I
was having sex with a super-hot girl.

   Usually teenage girls are the opposite of teenage boys in that boys can
come easily, while most girls have not learned their body well enough to
easily bring themselves to orgasm.  For some reason, Lizzie was not like
that.  I had only come down slightly from how excited I was before, so I
knew I would come quickly.  However, I was surprised that it seemed as if I
had barely started thrusting when I felt Lizzie clampdown on me.  With her
arms wrapped tight around me, she used her legs to pull me deeper inside of
her.  As I felt her throb around me, I shot violently inside the condom. 
Our first time together had ended embarrassingly quickly.

   Thinking that I should do what adults do after sex, I rolled off of
Lizzie then leaned in to kiss her.  However, before my lips could touch her
cheek, Lizzie had slid out of bed and was rushing towards her bathroom. 
She said something about not wanting a urinary tract infection as she
closed the door.  A few minutes later, she emerged with a Ziploc bag in her
hand.  Holding it open, she told me to put the condom inside.  I could see
that the sponge was already in there.  When I had complied, she made sure
the bag was sealed.  Then put it in a larger Ziploc bag and sealed that one
as well.  Then, surprisingly, she put it in her book bag, telling me that
she was going to put it in one of the biohazard disposal trash cans at
work. It seemed that she could only forget about the systematic scientific
ways of doing things for so long.

   After that first night, we had sex a lot.  And Lizzie proved not just to
be a beautiful face; she was great in bed as well.  She always wanted to
try new positions and other techniques.  We learn how to massage each other
and please each other orally.  And for a while, we never had time to talk
about her studies.

   Eventually, though, even teenage couples have to be about more than sex.
So, by the time fall break came around, Lizzie wanted to spend the week
doing more than having sex.  From the time we woke up on the first Saturday
morning of break, she wanted to tell me about everything that had been
going on in her classes and in her continued work at the lab.  I actually
would have been happier if it was office gossip, but instead, she described
in mind numbing detail every step of the experiments her advisor had her
completing.  She would pull out her textbooks and use them to help explain
the interactions of various chemicals inside the body.  I knew my work with
computers was boring to a lot of people, but this was even worse.

   Somehow I made it through a week's worth of break without showing how
bored I was.  When classes started again, we went back to doing little more
than having sex.  While we were apart for Christmas break, I realized that
something had to give.  So I decided that I would have to find some kind of
common interest with my girlfriend.

   On the first Saturday after the semester had started, I convinced Lizzie
to let me take her on an all-day date.  I made the day all about her,
taking her to brunch, museums, and even shopping.  I asked her about every
little facet of her life, hoping that I could find something we could talk
about together.  Unfortunately, she always seem to come back to the same
topics-medicine, science, and cancer.

   By the end of the day, I was very frustrated.  I felt like I had made an
attempt to find something between us, but I had failed.  At some point,
Lizzie must have figured out what I was trying to do because by the end of
the day, she had gotten quiet and withdrawn.  It was as if she felt like
she had failed as well.  When we had sex that night, something was
different.  The playful teenage sex had disappeared.  In its place was a
more adult matter-of-fact intercourse.  Though it still felt good, was
mechanical and slightly sad.  We were enjoying each other's bodies, but not
each other.

   We continued that way for the rest of the semester and into the summer.
That year I had an internship with a computer company and spent long hours
programming.  I figured that Lizzie was spending the same amount of time in
the lab, as often she came back to the summer rental apartment that we were
sharing later than I did.  When we were finally both there, we did not
talk. Instead, we just had sex.

   Because of the work she was doing in one of the research labs, Lizzie
had free room and board at the University during the academic year, so we
never considered getting an apartment together for longer than the summer.
So, though disappointing, it was somewhat fitting that things ended the day
we moved into our respective dorm rooms.  Late in the evening, we took a
walk across campus.  As the shadows of the buildings grew longer, she told
me that she had met somebody over the summer.  He was an incoming graduate
student at the University and shared all the same interests that she did.
She still liked me and loved having sex with me, but felt that if we stayed
together, she would end up cheating.  That was not a person she wanted to
be, so we had to break up.

   Our walk ended outside one of the health science buildings, the one that
housed the lab where Lizzie worked.  It was almost like a bad movie.  She
stopped me at the far side of a small plaza in front, gave me a big hug and
a kiss on the cheek, and then waved as she practically skipped across to
the front door.  I do not know if she knew I would be able to see him, but
I saw the guy waiting for her on the other side of the door.

   * * *

   At 8 o'clock, I was about to give up and go back to my room. 
Originally, I was supposed to meet Lizzie in the dining room of the club at
7 o'clock.  A string of text messages had told me that she was going to be
late, but none had arrived for the last half hour.  I had even asked the
waiter to bring me the bill for the two cocktails I had already finished. I
did not know if I would stay an extra day and give her another chance, or
whether I would just chalk this up to a mistake and move on, but I was
ready to declare the night over.

   And then as the waiter was bringing my check towards me, I noticed a
beautiful raven haired woman standing behind him.  For a few seconds, she
looked around before our eyes met.  Then with a big smile and a wave, she
began to stride across the room, her eyes fixed on me the entire time.

   Elizabeth Franchini had only gotten more beautiful with age.  Her hips
were a little bit wider; her breasts were little bit bigger; and I could
tell she had a little bit of padding on the stomach.  Her face was slightly
weathered by hard work and long nights, perhaps even by her failure to save
every child from the scourge of cancer.  But her smile was beautiful,
though in a strange way.  It was the smile of seeing an old, familiar face
that at least for a short time takes your mind off all the problems that
surround you.  While I looked at it, my troubles disappeared as well.

   I politely wave the waiter away, and extended my arms towards my
ex-girlfriend for polite hug.  Instead, I felt her arms enveloped me in a
tight embrace and her lips gently kissed me on the cheek.  I could tell
that she genuinely was happy to see me.  I called her Elizabeth when I
first said it was good to see her, but she broke any possible tension when
she playfully pushed my shoulder and said, "For you, it's still Lizzie."

   Our dinner was comfortable.  I do not think either of us felt any
sparks, but there was definitely a long forgotten affection.  Lizzie
extended her condolences about my wife and I complimented her on the great
work she had done so far.  Eventually, she asked about my future plans
which I replied I was still trying to work out, and I asked about her
relationships to which she said she had not found anyone who could keep her
interest yet.

   While we were enjoying and after dinner cocktail, I asked a question
that I should probably have asked when we were 19 years old, why she had
chosen to research cancer in children.  What followed was a heart wrenching
description of Lizzie holding her best friend's hand while the girl died of
leukemia.  They had only been 10 years old at the time.  It was obvious but
still amazing that the sorrow of watching the little girl's life slip away
had set my ex-girlfriends life on a trajectory that had already saved many
other little girls.

   When Lizzie had finished, I was almost in tears.  I apologized as
sincerely as I could, for not asking all those years ago.  With a sad
smile, she reached across the table and gently put her hand on top of mine.
Then she reminded me that we had been together for almost a year and a half
and she had never volunteered.  She continued that if I had asked, she
would not have told me.  She was too young and immature to have been able
to explain.  After that, it only seemed natural for her to invite me to see
her laboratory.

   Though the universities were in the same city, when I was in college I
had never been to the one that Lizzie now led me through.  Yet somehow, it
felt familiar.  It was an environment that could nurture both a medical
researcher and a computer geek, and then mold them into something that
would ultimately benefit humanity.  Our university had done that for us,
now Lizzie was helping do that for another generation of students.

   Eventually, we made our way into a futuristic-looking building and took
an elevator to an upper floor.  After passing through two secure doors, we
entered the heart of her lab.  It was fairly mundane looking, but I
appreciated that Lizzie explained to me what every object in the lab was
meant to do.  Eventually, as we walked back towards her private office, I
noticed a graduate student sitting in front of a computer in a crummy
looking cubicle.  When Lizzie asked him what he was still doing there, he
explained that he could not get the software to work properly.

   For all I know it might have been illegal, but as a computer person I
was curious, so I looked over the students shoulder to see what the problem
might be.  I was surprised to see that it was an analysis program that my
company had developed.  In fact, I had written some of the original code.
It was not meant for medical research, so I was surprised they were using
it.  I asked Lizzie why they had chosen this program when it was not even
developed for her field, to which she replied that it was the closest they
could find, and decided that they would try to modify it.

   Without even asking Lizzie if I could, I told the graduate student to
let me take a look at the code.  Going into it, I noticed that the
modifications were crude and inefficient, but generally would be effective.
However, there was one fatal flaw which would make the analysis they needed
impossible to run.  It was easy enough for me to remedy though.  So, after
about 10 minutes of writing and testing, I was able to run their analysis
perfectly and the graduate student was almost skipping towards the door.

   When we were alone, Lizzie led me into her office.  After we were
inside, she locked the door behind her and let down a set of blinds over
the only window.  The room was cramped, just enough room for a desk, a
computer and a few bookshelves.  Something told me that we would be using
every spare inch.

   In a moment Lizzie's arms enveloped me.  One wrapped around my back and
pulled me towards her, while the other held my head as we kissed.  She
kissed as well as she had when we were in college, and her body excited me
as much is it did back then.  As a reflex, I pulled her close as well. 
Slowly we melted onto the floor.

   There something humorous about two grown adults desperately trying to
take each other's clothes off while they squirm around on the floor of a
cramped office.  Thus, if anybody had seen Lizzie and me, they would have
laughed heartily.  We, though, were caught up in the passion of the evening
and did not realize the situation was strange.  We were just a couple of
40-something teenagers.

   When we were completely naked, I returned to kissing Lizzie.  We had
spent the better part of the year learning each other's bodies and how to
give each other pleasure.  In the moment, those things forgotten decades
ago returned.  Without consciously remembering that Lizzie liked me to kiss
her all over her body, my lips found their way to first her neck, and then
to her breasts.  I remembered that she liked me to linger and not go
straight to her nipples, so I teased her by getting her close to a nipple
but then backing off by working from one side to the other.  When I finally
reached them, she mewed at every gentle bite I gave to a nipple. 
Eventually, I continued and worked my kisses down her stomach.

   She was even bushier than she had been in college, apparently never
having trimmed or shaved.  It was different from my wife who had kept
herself well-groomed.  Undeterred, though, I gave Lizzie the best oral that
I could, even remembering how she liked to have a finger inside while my
tongue worked her clit.

   Though I could tell she was on her way to cumming, Lizzie stopped me. 
She grabbed and gently stroked my erection, while telling me there was a
condom in her purse.  As I rolled it on, I expected her to be making other
precautions, but when I looked back down at her.  She was gently spreading
herself so for easy access.  When I joked if she needed anything else, she
giggled and told me she was on the pill-the condom was the backup.

   Though during our time together back in college we had tried many
positions, this time we just had straight on sex.  I was on top of her
deliberately thrusting in and out of her, while she wrapped her arms and
legs around me, pulling me close.  The whole time we kept eye contact,
noticing when the other smiled or rolled their eyes back in their head with
pleasure.  Occasionally, Lizzie would tell me when something felt
particularly good or if she wanted me to go harder.  Soon enough, I was
buried deep inside of her filling the condom just as she was gasping an
orgasm.

   When we were done, we cuddled on the floor.  Every time I could remember
from college, Lizzie jumped up right after sex and ran to the bathroom. 
When I teased her about that, she snuggled up close and said the evening
was worth a UTI.  After that, we just lay in silence.

   Instinctively, we both knew that we were not going to rekindle our old
college relationship.  As great as the sex had been, it was between two old
friends who had parted ways a long time ago.  Our lives had diverged, had
come back together for an instant, and tomorrow morning would diverge
again. Though we agreed we needed to keep in touch, there was an unspoken
agreement that her place was to continue looking for a cure for cancer and
my place was to be looking for my new place in the world.

   As we walked back across the campus towards the club where I was
staying, I asked Lizzie about the problems they had finding software.  It
turned out that a lot of what they needed they could find something close
but not exact.  Everything they needed had to be modified in one way or
another.  When asked why they just did not hire a computer scientist to do
the programming, she said that that was one thing that was never covered in
grants that they got.  There was a lot of money for the research, but not
nearly enough for the administration.

   That was a place I could help.  If Lizzie was nurturing the next
generation of medical researchers, I could very easily help nurture the
next generation of computer programmers.  When I asked Lizzie how much it
would be to hire two programmers she told me she would need to talk to some
people before telling me how much, but she thought it would probably be
done for about $30,000 a year each.  To me, that was spare change.  So I
told Lizzie that in the morning I would call my lawyer and ask him to set
up a fund that would make grants to medical researchers that needed
computer scientists on their staffs.  Thankfully, she never tried to
refuse. Instead, she just thanked me with a gigantic hug.

   When we got to the front door of the club, I asked Lizzie if she wanted
to come in for a nightcap.  I was not thinking about more sex, but thought
it might be nice to sleep next to her again.  Unfortunately, she said that
because I successfully modified the program for them, she had months' worth
of data that could be analyzed.  So as not to get behind on other things,
she was going to go back to the office and get started now.  With another
big hug and kiss on the cheek, she headed down the street waving
enthusiastically.

   I chuckled to myself that some things in life do not change.  Lizzie was
going back to her lab, and after a good night's sleep.  I was going to be
back on the road.