I want to be clear that this is not a story that culminates in sexual intercourse even though I used the term "making love" in the title. Though it was an exciting and very fun time sexually, it happened to feel more like lovemaking than 'hooking up,' so that is why I titled it as such. I apologize ahead of time if I was in any way misleading.

This experience took place in the fall of 1998. I was in college at the time; it was my senior year. I met a girl at a fraternity party who I will abbreviate as "M" - the first letter of her first name. As will follow, there are too many uniquely identifiable aspects to this story, so for the sake of her privacy "M" is preferable to her (also unique) full name. M was 2 years younger than me, and I could tell she was pleasantly plump. By no means obese, just a bigger girl yet with curves in the right places. She was with a girl who had a rare skin disorder in which her pigmentation became very splotchy from the merest exposure to the sun. It was impossible for M's friend to avoid this condition even in the cold weather town our college was located. Merely going to class and back would be enough to trigger this condition.

There was nothing objectionable about M. She had a cute face, normal disposition, and it was clear that she had other friends, but wanted to take a friend out at night who might not always get a chance to enjoy the typical bar-going college lifestyle.

The special thing was that M neither pitied nor condescended to her friend. She treated her like any other college friend. I know many of you may say, "Well, that's not nice; that's just the decent thing to do," but trust me, most females (and males) at my school were not so decent and M's conduct truly set her apart.

I was at this party with a couple of friends, but I had parted ways with them claiming I was going to make a play for the curvy one. (Unfortunately, neither of the two friends were not interested in M's friend with the skin condition.) I managed to get M on the dance floor, and we kissed. It was passionate; we placed our arms around each other's waists and basically stood stationary amidst other couples bumping-and-grinding on the floor. I thought it was indication enough that she might like to hook up, shall we say, more fully, with me in private.

To that end, I asked, "I'd love to spend time with you in a quieter pace, would you like to come back to my apartment with me?"

"I would," M replied, "But I can't ditch [friend's name]."

As horny as I was, I didn't want her to leave this friend - especially - alone. She seemed like a target for predatory guys at a fraternity party (or on the dimly lit street outside the fraternity house.) After a little more conversation, it turned out M's friend's apartment was not far from mine. So after all three of us innocently danced on the dance floor, we were able to walk her home, and M and I walked hand-in-hand the extra block or so to my apartment.

I distinctly remember M saying after her friend was safely in her apartment, "I hope I showed her a good time and that I didn't cut her night short."

I said, "No, don't worry about it. I could tell [friend's name] had a great time with you, and it's past midnight. You didn't short-change her."

M smiled at me and seemed reassured. I really wanted to make this girl cum. Not because I was attracted to her and I wanted to see her moaning in ecstacy, but because she was so damned caring. I didn't even care if I came that night as long as she did.

I lived alone my senior year, and we entered my one-bedroom apartment. We headed immediately for the bed, and while we were passionately kissing, we were taking our clothes off. It didn't take long before we were down to our underwear. M had large soft breasts with huge aereolas and cotton 'granny panties' girding her buxom hips and round ass. I hadn't yet seen or felt her vagina, but I had a feeling when I saw those granny panties that the one thing I like more than shapely hips lay beneath - a hairy pussy. Sure enough I was right! I pulled off her panties which she more than obligingly spread her legs to accommodate. I saw the most beautiful triangle of long auburn pubic hair surrounding unexpectedly large labia the color of raw salmon. I laid on my back and started lapping her pussy immediately. I saw the slightest crease of a smile on her face as my tongue first touched her labia. It was one of the more endearing things I'd ever seen in bed, and I thanked G-d I had my lamp on.

Virtually instantaneously she took my cock out of my underwear and eagerly helped me discard my underwear completely when I started tugging them off with my free hand. Another thing that made her the nicest girl I'd ever hooked up with was when she saw my hard cock for the first time she said, "No wonder you wanted to get me back to your place the first night we met." So M is giving me a casual yet awesome hand job as I'm licking her pussy. In her mind, I'm sure she was thinking she was keeping me at a slow boil while she was enjoying her lips and clit being licked. Of course the sight of her salmon lips, auburn pubic hair and delicious taste is driving me wild and her long smooth strokes along my shaft and glans aren't helping much.

My main goal is to give this nice, sweet girl orgasms and meanwhile I'm feeling my own orgasm bubbling in my balls. Somehow, I suppress it long enough to where I start hearing her moans increase. When I thought she may have cum I asked, "Did you have an orgasm?" She replied, "I actually had 3." I don't know if it was the turn-on of her telling me she came 3 times or the relief that I could finally relax and let loose, but as she continued to jerk me off no more than 5 seconds went by, and I orgasmed. I had returned my face to her muff, and I was literally sucking her pussy at the time, but I indicated my bliss with a muffled yet guttural moan. My penis then basically exploded; I blasted thick, white ropes of semen onto her leg, the sheet below us and a healthy dollup on my torso. And what was this nicest of nice girls' reaction? M giggled and said, "Oh, were you waiting to make sure I came before you did?" I said, "That's exactly what I was trying to do." She then said something like, "Not too many guys are as considerate as that - and definitely not the ones you meet at a frat party and hook up with the first night."

I told her I didn't want it to just be a drunk one-night-hook-up and sure enough we went out several times after that night and enjoyed each others' bodies each time. We parted amicably; I was graduating and lived in a different state so based on where we were in our relative college careers, it didn't get serious, but it was certainly more than a one-night-stand. M. was the nicest girl (outside of my wife) with whom I've ever shared my bed.