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I was a sophomore at Western Washington University when I first met Claudia, a freshman who lived in the same dormitory I did. It was 1983, I was nineteen years old and completely sex crazed.

My previous girlfriends were cute but none whom I was completely enamored with. To say Claudia was pretty would have been an understatement; she had shoulder-length dark brown hair, blue eyes, long-lean legs and a firm bubble-butt that stuck out just a bit. She had small b-cup breasts with pert, little pink nipples that I couldn't take my eyes off when she removed her bra. She was my Venus.

We started having sex during spring quarter of 1983. She was a virgin but quickly turned into a nymphomaniac who loved to jump my bones every chance she got. She kept a diary of our trysts on her wall calendar by drawing little cartoon faces symbolizing different sexual positions, including ones indicating if I went down on her or not.

Before we knew it, spring quarter was finished, and we needed to return to our respective homes for the summer. Claudia lived in Spokane, Washington on the east side of the state and I lived in a little fishing community on the west coast cleverly named, Westport. I worked in a supermarket and earned enough money throughout the summer to pay for my tuition, books and room