I was 19 and she was 33

It was in my first year of college when I met her. I was 19 and she was 33. I had lost my virginity just a few weeks earlier, so I was still very new to sex. She was 33 and recently divorced. She had decided to go back to school to finish her degree. I was a young naive young man with alot of hopes, dreams, and a girlfriend.

I noticed her the second I walked into that class. For a couple weeks, it was typical talking before and after class. Then, one day after class, she invited herself over to my apartment. I can still remember what she wore. This long black dress. She came over, and we talked about everything. I had cooked her dinner, as I tend to do with any company who happens to be over when I get hungry. After dinner, we sat down. She sat on the loveseat. She left enough room for me, but I sat on the couch across from her. After all, I did have a girlfriend. Not that she cared. After talking a bit more, she asked me for something to drink. When I came back she grabbed me and kissed me. I sat there with a look on my face that definately said, "I'm not sure what just happened, but I definately like it." She then straddled me on the couch and we continued to make out. Then she stopped and told me that I was in control. She gave me a look like she expected me to start taking control. So I picked her sexy cougar ass up and carried her to my bedroom. I threw her on the bed a quickly tore her clothes off. We went for about 2 hours that day. She said she had to leave later. So I kissed her goodbye and she left. I sat down on my couch with a smug grin. Still not entirely sure how that happened, but extremely happy that it did.

For the next few months, she came by every Thursday. I went from a naive little boy, to a man who knew exactly how to pleasure a woman. She moved at the end of the semester. I spoke to her here and there at first, but eventually, we completely lost touch. Before I lost touch with her completely, she thanked me. She said she was having a hard time after the divorce and that I made her feel alive again. Hell, that was the least I could do for the woman who really made a man out of me. Id be more than willing to do it all over again.