The next few years were one adventure after another, if at a distance. Clarissa had a knack for finding compatible partners, and using them just the way she wanted to. She wasn't much interested in relationships. It was just sex to her. In fact, her most stable relationship was probably the Mutual Masturbation Club, of which she and I were the sole membership.

I took things more slowly. Somehow the knowledge of Rissa's escapades was enough, when combined with the opportunity to wriggle in bed with her. I hung out, hoping for love, while Rissa did the fucking.

That's not to say I never dated, nor that I was entirely innocent. One particularly amusing story involved making a boy from school come in his pants at the movies. Not that it took much effort on my part. It was amusing mostly because he claimed on a regular basis to being highly experienced with the ladies. He'd worn the wrong pants that night, and everyone was laughing about the stain as he left the cinema. He lied about his endowment as well, but it wasn't me who told everyone. It wasn't Rissa either. Not this time.

I also met some nice boys. Not nice in the sense of being well behaved exactly. I'm not sure they exist. But boys who were likeable, and fun to spend time with. They required a little maintenance so their hands didn't wander too much, but they accepted the terms-of-use mostly, and left their orgasms until they got home.

I have a suspicion I must have been the most knowledgeable virgin in the school, and I often gave advice to these boys. I wasn't the only one at home alone in bed getting some solo hand action. One particularly helpless boy was convinced that was why he had glasses, but couldn't manage to stop. I encouraged him to embrace it instead.

I lived on Rissa's stories mostly. Her confessions. We also played out every fantasy we could imagine, in whispers, as we stroked ourselves, and then as often as not Rissa would run off and find a boy to try out whatever it was we had discussed.

I managed to finish school with what can only be described as an intact cherry. Rissa and I were both going to continue our educations at the same university, away from town, and were going to share a room in a hostel for a while. As a result, Rissa felt the need to say an intimate goodbye to everyone she'd been close to. That was quite a list, but she damn near pulled it off. I was worn out just hearing the stories. Rissa was a mess.

Once we left town though, things were different. Rissa didn't exactly slow down though. Her conquests were becoming something of a concern to me, though I never said so. She would go out to a party, and then come back home with what seemed like a random man late at night. I often knew nothing about it until the pair of them woke me with their rampant activities across the room. Yes, sometimes I liked that, I admit, and it wasn't unusual for the three of us to come in unison. I always told Rissa afterwards, and then we both came again.

It took about a year of this before anything else changed much. We were both working hard, and we were both shocked when we met the two of them. Rissa's boyfriend, Max, was just another in a long list for a start, but I noticed after a month that she'd not moved on, and spoke with her about it. She was surprised herself, not having really noticed, but admitted things with her man were good, and that she was in no hurry to do anything about it.

I was less enthusiastic than I might ordinarily have been, because I had other things to worry about. I'd met a man as well. Kevin was about my age. Smart, funny, and charming. We shared a class. Then a meal. From there it was a short jump to flirting in his car. It felt funny to me. It was as though I'd been doing this for years, even though I'd never been in a situation remotely like it.

Kevin respected the limits I put on his inquisitive hands, and the second time we parked up I rewarded him for it by rubbing his cock through his jeans until he exploded, grunting and groaning as he made a mess. Two things happened then. First I realised how awful it must have been for the boy in the movie theatre. I made sure Kevin made it home without being discovered, though he didn't seem too worried. The second thing was that I realised just how desperate I was for some release of my own, and that I needed to escape or give in to his offers. I escaped, but not without serious misgivings.

When I got home, Rissa was there, and alone for a change. We reverted to familiar ways, and piled into bed together to relate the story. I came a few minutes later, just ahead of the girl beside me.

There was a plateau with Kevin after that. I didn't let him touch me below the waist, expect maybe my ass now and then, though he had free reign with my breasts. I routinely got him off with my hands, extracting him from his trousers and doing our best to contain the mess with tissues, laughing as he sprayed everywhere but where we expected.

Rissa stayed with Max too, despite bets being taken that she wouldn't. He was nice. He treated her properly, but also managed to construct some boundaries that she never seemed able to do herself. I'd been in the room while they were having sex a few times, always pretending to be asleep, but actually busy. After a while Rissa started spending a little more time at Max's place, and I saw little of him unless we were out on a double date or the two of them had decided on staying in our room.

Here's the thing. I'd decided I wouldn't have sex until I fell in love. Until I thought that I could spend the rest of my life with someone, and he could return the favour. That someone, it turned out, was Kevin. While Rissa was fucking Max to within an inch of his life, I was debating that area below the waist, and how I might allow Kevin to explore it.

I told Rissa about my plans, and the next day Max asked me to have a coffee with him. I thought maybe he was wanting to break up with Clarissa, and thought she should have some support. Perhaps he wanted to tell me, because despite moving on he rather liked her. I was wrong. My next thoughts were that he was hitting on me. I was wrong again.

"Jamie," he started, sitting up straight in his chair, and looking very serious. "It's about Kevin."

"Kevin? What's happened?"

"Oh, nothing. Nothing's happened. Not yet. And anyway..."

"What?" I wasn't my normal patient self.

Max shook his head. "It's not Kevin I'm worried about. It's you."

"Oh, please. I can look after myself."

"Yes, I'm sure you can, but look, there are things about him."

"Like what?"

"I can't... can't go into that. I've just heard a lot, around."

"And?"

"Well, I was talking to Clarissa." Max never referred to the abbreviated version of her name."Talking to her, and... I got the impression you were ready."

"Ready, Max? Ready for what?"

"Ready to... well, take things... you know... to the next... level, I guess."

I blushed furiously, and hoped Rissa hadn't been telling him any secrets. "Level, Max? You're talking in riddles."

"You love him," he stated bluntly.

"I... yeah, perhaps I do."

"Yeah. Well, before it moves beyond perhaps you should consider moving on."

"Why?"

"He's no good, Jamie. He's just no good."

I stood, threw some money on the table, and walked out. That night I went to a movie with Kevin, went drinking with him afterwards, and then more or less encouraged him to take me back to his place.

The drink and the anger helped somehow, and I didn't feel nearly as nervous as I thought I would. Kevin was an absolute gentleman, ensuring that I was sure about what I was doing, allowing me time to sort things the way I wanted them to be.

We finished up tip-toeing in our underwear from the sofa to his bed. I was chilly just in thin pink panties, and his boxers can't have helped him much more, given the size of the bulge in the front of them.

He lay me down on the top of the bed, and turned the lights down low. We could still vaguely hear the music from the living room, and the combination created a surreal atmosphere in which I was strangely comfortable.

Kevin crouched over me for a start, kissing my lips, lightly at first and then with more energy. Our tongues found each other and twirled together in a way that was thoroughly familiar. After a while he slowly worked his way down off my mouth, and settled in to kiss the sensitive skin of my neck, and then my shoulder, and then just when I was getting comfortable with that, he slid down my body and helped himself to my breasts.

His hands and mouth devoured me, sucking and gently biting my nipples, squeezing and kneading my breasts. I could feel the weight of his nice body over me, and the hardness of his cock between my legs. I wished, for a moment, that he was shorter, because with his face between my breasts, his cock was further down my legs than I wanted it. I would have been much happier if it was rubbing against the wet spot in my panties.

My hands weren't idle either. His back and shoulders were in reach, and I slid my hands to and fro, just enjoying the sensations.

After a while, he slid still further down. We'd talked about this before. He wasn't pretending to be a virgin, and I knew he knew what he was doing, and just let him continue. He'd promised to teach me everything he knew, and I was looking forward to it.

His tongue meandered down the front of my body. His fingers kept finding their way back to my breasts when I least expected it, and I had to resist the temptation to reach down between my legs and look after myself the way I usually did.

Eventually he slid off the end of the bed, and knelt on the floor. He pulled me towards him, until my knees were at the edge of the bed, my feet just touching the floor. His mouth found its way to the waistband of my panties, and he took the elastic between his teeth. He lifted them from me slowly, and pulled gently. His hands were on my hips, and he quietly encouraged me to lift my ass off the bed so that he was able to pull the panties down off my thighs to my knees, where they promptly fell to the floor. I know it wasn't actually the case, but that seemed like a big deal right then.

He stopped again, lifting his face from between my legs, and checked with me that I was alright, and that I wished to continue. I lifted my ass, and pushed my sopping pussy at his face in response. He smiled, lowered his head again, and proceeded to make me come with his tongue.

It was so familiar, and so different. All the things that Rissa had told me, and all the exploration I'd done on my own... I thought I'd be prepared. But a tongue feels nothing like a finger, and a man is nothing like a fantasy.

He licked, and kissed, and explored. He dug inside me, and trailed wetness over my thighs. There was no discernable pattern for a start. Just a random set of feelings that constantly surprised and pleased me. I jumped, and gasped, and when I got over the ticklishness I opened my knees, and pulled his head close.

He'd done this before, that much was apparent. His tongue weaved magic for me, and I writhed and thrust beneath it. When he placed his mouth over my most sensitive parts, and sucked my clitoris into his mouth, I thought I would die. As his tongue began to flick over the hard little thing while he held me between his lips, I went to heaven.

Thrashing and jerking on the bed I came. Not a quiet secret orgasm, like the ones when Rissa had a man in the other bed. Not a mutual keep-in-time come, like it was when she was in bed with me. Not even a relaxed come-as-you-are, the way it always was when I was by myself. No, a full-blown, irresistible scream of pleasure as I wrapped my legs around Kevin's neck, and almost stopped him breathing.

I was astounded, to say the least. I was bathed in sweat, and dribbling helplessly from between my legs. I was seen-to, and I knew it. The best part was that this was just the preliminaries.

Kevin grunted as he climbed from the floor, pulling his boxers off before climbing back on the bed, and encouraging me to wriggle back a little so I wasn't hanging off the edge any more. He knelt between my knees, spread my thighs with his hands, and looked me over. I should have been embarrassed to have him stare at me like that. I should have, but instead I spread my knees further, so he could have a better look.

Kevin didn't speak. He leaned forward, over my body, and opened the drawer beside the bed. I took advantage of the opportunity to take hold of his cock in both hands. It seemed larger somehow, than it ever had in the car, but not remotely scary.

He'd had the foresight to store some condoms in the drawer, and he removed one from its packaging, and pushing my hands away for a moment, he rolled it down over the solid softness of his erection. A part of my mind noticed the skill with which he did that, and wondered how many times he'd done it before. The rest of me didn't care. I just wanted him inside me.

We'd talked, over the months, about how I always got him off, but he was never able to return the favour. I'd confessed to dealing with it when I got home, and it had become a habit with him to get me to promise to masturbate before I went to sleep whenever he brought me home after a date. He didn't use those words though. He whispered much more precise words in my ear, after which I couldn't do anything but promise to follow through. Sometimes he would phone me the next day, and make me tell him what I had done. I had to use the same sorts of words, and sometimes I went back to bed and repeated the same actions. He always told me he'd like to watch. That he would like to see me touching myself...

So while he was messing with the condom, pulling it down over his hard cock, and positioning himself somewhere more useful, I reached down between my parted legs, and while I stared in his eyes, I started to run little circles around my clit. I was appalled that I was able to do this, and elated that I hadn't stopped. I was desperately horny, and wet, and I just wanted him in me.

I didn't have to wait long. He asked me to keep doing that, and while my fingers were dancing a jig on my clit, he positioned his cock at the entrance to me, and pressed against my pink wetness. We'd already discussed the possibility of pain somewhere around this step, and I'd confessed to having dealt with that some years earlier. I didn't tell him how or where. A girl needs some secrets.

The tip of his cock responded to the pressure, and slowly slid, finding a little resistance for a start, but then moving slowly further inside me. I could feel the width of him spreading me wonderfully, and I stopped touching my clit and just lay there and let him move until he was completely inside me. He leaned his body down and kissed me lightly on the lips before lifting himself again, and withdrawing from my depths.

I pulled my knees up a little to get more comfortable, and then relaxed myself to the feelings. His body fell on me and lifted, his cock impaled and withdrew. I couldn't stay still for long. Soon I was thrusting and pulling in opposition to his movements, my hands on his hips, directing his descent. He thrust, I countered. The rhythm defined, it was only a matter of time. Not much time, as it turned out.

I liked the somewhat more distant subtle stimulation his body gave me, but now I just wanted to come again. As he rose and fell, I moved slightly, pulling his body up mine just a little. Now when he thrust he was having more effect on my clit, and my frenzied movements were dragging him nearer and nearer.

In the finish, he got there first, but only just. He pulled my hand down to where his cock was just before he got there, so I could apply some direct pressure. When I touched his cock he erupted, groaning with pleasure, and that was as much as I could take, and I came too, my thighs clamping on his cock, pumping him furiously, both our bodies caught up in a feedback loop, groaning and gasping for breath together.

He lifted himself from me, pulled the full condom from himself and threw it to the floor with our underwear, and then fell on me, whispering more short words in my ear. He rolled off a short while later, both of us too hot to stay like that for long, and then, hand in hand, we slept.