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Farewell (MF, sad)
by bastardboyfriend@loveyou.com


My darling Liz,

These last two years have been the greatest time of my life.  I
have felt feelings that I had never experienced before, joy beyond
my wildest dreams, and the tenderest of moments I could ever hope 
for.

Graduation is a time for changes - the start of a whole new life.
In a few short days, I will be in a new city, starting a new job,
making a new start with a clean slate.

I am truly sorry for what I must do.  I know you won't understand,
and I don't expect you to.  But the time has come for me to leave 
you, just as I leave this city, this university, this stage in my
life.

Know always that you will hold a very special place in my heart.
I will always remember you with nothing but fondness, and last night
will never be forgotten.  My first love, my teacher and student in
love - these things set you apart from all others.  I only hope that
someday, you will know why I had to leave.

Love,

Mark


As I wrote those words,  the memories came flooding back from two years
ago.    Our  first date - it was the first time I'd ever asked a girl  out.
Liz had been in my chemistry lab and I couldn't keep my eyes off her.   The
curve of her hips,  her breasts straining against the fabric of the t-shirt
she was wearing that day, her shapely ass, her deep brown eyes,  all had me
captured from the start.   A week later, she was my first girlfriend (and I
her  first boyfriend).   That was the night we gave each other the gift  of
our virginity.

Since then,  we'd been inseparable.   I  figure she must have cost me a
lot  of marks due to all the time we spent together,  but it was worth  it.
Liz and I went through a lot together these past two years, leaning on each
other  when we needed strength,  and sharing the good times and our  bodies
with each other.   But as graduation drew near,  I  felt it was time for  a
change.   I don't really know why; I still love her as much as I ever have.
But somehow I knew, deep inside, that this past night would be our last.

We  met at her apartment for a very late dinner.   Liz is an  excellent
cook, and I'm good at making desserts, so we always split dinners that way.
Between her lasagna,  my black forest cake,  and the wine,  we were feeling
pretty good as we sat on her bed after dinner.

It  was  hard not letting her know that this would be our last  evening
together,  but I had decided it would be best to end on a high note,  so  I
tried  to  put  the future out of my mind and concentrate on  the  present.
Like most other evenings,  things started off with a few kisses and rapidly
progressed from there.

Liz likes to wear bulky sweaters,  which makes it very easy for  things
to get started,  and last night was no exception.  In no time,  her sweater
was lying on the floor and her bra quickly followed suit.   I traced around
the shape of her breasts with my tongue,  finally spiralling in and concen-
trating on her left nipple.  At the lightest touch of my tongue, her nipple
became erect,  and I teased it.  I licked it, sucked on it,  and gently bit
it  as her breathing became quicker and she ran her hands through  my  hair
and across my shoulders.

Soon, though I decided to move on downwards, planting light kisses down
her belly as my hands quickly undid her jeans and slid them as far down her
legs as I could, given that my knees were in the way.  As I lingered around
her  navel,   my hands were inside the back of her panties,   fondling  the
cheeks  that had helped to draw my attention to her in the first place.   I
moved  my face between her legs and kissed her pussy through  her  panties.
Doing that drives her crazy, having my mouth so close to her womanhood, yet
separated  from it by a thin layer of material.   The only problem is,   it
drives me crazy too, and soon I had no choice but to remove her panties and
get to work for real.

I started by running my tongue lightly along her lips,  touching enough
to  send shivers through her body but lightly enough to just tease her.   I
didn't get to do this for long,  though,  as she spread her legs very  wide
and  used her feet to force my face right up against her pussy.    But  she
couldn't  make  me touch her clit until I was ready,  so I spent  a  little
while  probing  in her vagina with my tongue while she moaned,  bucked  her
hips, and pleaded with me to work on her clit.

Okay,   so  I  lied about staying away from her clit until  she'd  been
teased enough ...  as soon as I look into those eyes of hers,  I'm history,
and  she's known this since day one.   She grabbed my head with both  hands
and forced me to look at her face.  So she got her wish.  I moved my atten-
tion to her clit,  first gently licking it,  then sucking on it as she went
crazy.    Isn't it wonderful how a woman squirms as though she's trying  to
get  away,  although she never wants the feeling to end?   As my tongue and
lips  caressed her clit,  I  inserted first one finger,  then two into  the
warmth of her cunt.  This drove her wild, and it was all I could do to keep
in contact with her clit as her body became tense.   A  quick nibble on her
clit  and she went over the edge,  arching her back as every muscle in  her
body spasmed.

Once her orgasm was over,  she grabbed me by the hair, pulling me up to
kiss  her.   She loves the taste of her own juices,  and that  kiss  wasn't
broken for the longest time.  When she opened her eyes, they had that glim-
mer  I so loved - that special look that means "It's my turn to work  now!"
She  ran her hands over my chest as she unbuttoned my shirt and  tossed  it
somewhere on the floor,  then pulled me close to her and kissed me passion-
ately as her firm breasts pressed into my chest.  I love those breasts.

While  we kissed,  her hands were busily at work removing my jeans  and
underwear,   and soon we were lying naked,  our bodies pressed tightly  to-
gether.   One of her hands found its way between us and tickled the head of
my penis for a few seconds.   Soon, though,  she had me rolled onto my back
and was moving downwards towards my penis,  kissing my nipples and dragging
those breasts down my body as she went.

Liz isn't into teasing like I am, so she went straight to work when she
arrived at her destination.  A couple of kisses on the head, a  lick or two
up and down the shaft,  and straight into her mouth went my cock.  I  never
last  long when she's giving me head - it's just too much,  and  it  wasn't
long before she was swallowing.

After that,  we just crawled into bed together and lay in each  other's
arms.    We often do that to cool off so that we can go through  the  whole
process  of foreplay again since it's such a great part of the  experience.
Not to say that our hands don't wander, though ... ;-)

Soon (sooner than usual) the hormones started flowing again, and things
started heating up.  This time, there was very little foreplay,  as we both
wanted to get right at it.  In no time at all, I was hard, she was wet, and
I was inside her.

As I said,  Liz was my first (and so far only) partner,  so I can't say
if  she's good in bed or not when compared to other women.   All I know  is
that making love to her is heavenly.  It's the most incredible feeling I've
ever known,  and it never fails to amaze me that something which starts off
feeling  that  wonderful can keep getting better and better through to  the
final climax.  And wouldn't you know it - last night was the night that Liz
had a multiple orgasm,  something she'd never had before.   I'd never real-
ized how it felt for the man as his partner had orgasm after orgasm ... and
Liz  probably  thought  she was the only one who enjoyed  that!    Finally,
though,  I came, and she came for the last time,  and we stopped moving and
lay there as the glowing feeling slowly subsided.

We  all know of the stereotype of males falling asleep after sex  while
the female doesn't ...  well, Liz does it,  too.   We drifted into sleep in
each other's arms, my now-limp penis still between her legs.

I awoke early this morning,  kissed her gently on the forehead, and got
out of bed.   I  quickly got dressed and went over to her desk to write the
note I'd written in my mind so many times before.  It was the hardest thing
I've  ever done,  and I nearly tore it up when I looked over at her  pretty
face  lying there as she slept.   But I had decided a few days ago and  had
been  trying to prepare since then,  and I managed to finish the  note  and
placed  it on top of her alarm clock,  where she'd be sure to find it  when
the alarm went off.  As I left the room, I blew a kiss in her direction and
whispered "I love you,  Liz"  for the very last time.  I went outside,  got
into my car, and drove towards the highway.

I'm  now  getting  on the highway,  just as the clock on my  car  radio
changes from 7:29  to 7:30.  Her alarm clock will be going off ...  by now,
she'll have reached over and found the note.  She'll be smiling,  expecting
another  love note like the ones I've written so many times  before.    Now
she'll be turning on the light, opening the letter and starting to read it.

These last two years have been the greatest time of my life.  I
have felt feelings that I had never experienced before, joy beyond my
wildest dreams, and the tenderest of moments I could ever hope for.

Graduation is a time for changes - the start of a whole new life.
In a few short days, I will be in a new city, starting a new job,
making a new start with a clean slate.

She'll start to wonder what I'm hinting at here, a little worried about
what I might be about to say.

I am truly sorry for what I must do.  I know you won't understand, and
I don't expect you to.  But the time has come for me to leave you, 
just as I leave this city, this university, this stage in my life.

She'll be pausing now,  re-reading that paragraph as the tears start to
come to her eyes.

Know always that you will hold a very special place in my heart.
I will always remember you with nothing but fondness, and last night
will never be forgotten.  My first love, my teacher and student in
love - these things set you apart from all others.  I only hope that
someday, you will know why I had to leave.

Now,   she'll have her eyes closed,  trying to hold back the tears  and
failing.  Goodbye, my love.
