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--- H O O K I N G - U P ---
Chapter 3: Christine
PART I: The Big Discovery
Next weekend rolled around, altogether too slowly. During the week
I had
spent some time eating in the dining hall with both Christine and Kati,
both
together and separately. Kati kept asking to come over and make plans,
and
I kept blowing her off, as nicely as I could, yet agreeing to meet and
study
in the library together (public studying is ALWAYS safe...).
Christine,
however, had various evening responsibilities which prevented any
midweek
activities. I knew it was orientation, but she had always been a part
of a
lot of student groups and college appeared to be no exception. I did
manage
to find out (underhandedly from Kati) that she wasn't sleeping out
nights,
so I had a generally good idea that she wasn't sleeping around.
It was Friday lunchtime, some of my dorm-mates were out playing
volleyball
on our beach court, and I was sitting at one of the circular cafeteria
tables with a bunch of people, notably Christine and Kati (Marc usually
ate
at home; he didn't live far away and he didn't like the food at the
dining
hall). Kati had a class to go to, but neither Christine nor I had to
leave
by a certain time. I needed to go spend some time during the late
afternoon
at the college TV building; I was involved with them during freshman
orientation. BUT... I had a few hours. Christine had the whole
afternoon
off...
So we just sat there smiling! No one at the table had any idea what we
were
thinking about, and yet the whole thing almost seemed silly now! After
all,
the heat of the moment from the previous weekend had passed, and we
were in
public eating lunch. So we just continued talking.
"There's the party in the Midrise-4 lounge tonight. I think Franky's
going
to DJ it. He's pretty good. Are you planning on going [hopefully WITH
ME]?"
"Definitely... I need to get a little... out-of-hand tonight. It's
been a
very busy week. I was a little disappointed you went back with Kati
last
week... but she's my roommate. I hope you don't mind; I asked her
about
it... but she wouldn't tell me anything. Phil... are you two seeing
each
other?"
I didn't know what to make about this... I knew high school girls
(not
far off from freshman) played games... was she now being a spy for
Kati?
Or was she really disappointed and wanted to know if she had a green
light
(GREEN, CHRISTINE, GREEN!)?
"Well, it may be a sticky situation, Christine (More than you know).
I
like being friends with her, but for me there's just not much more than
that. Truthfully, I think you're much more attractive. Maybe that's
just
asking for trouble... I'm sorry."
"No don't be. I was hoping you would feel like that... I just
don't
know how we can do this, I mean, with Kati and all. She likes you a
lot.
She doesn't say much to me about it but I can tell."
Ug... "Does that mean you're not interested?"
"No, I am, I am..."
"Follow me." I didn't say anything else... I just got up and took
my
tray up and walked out. I didn't even look behind me to see if she was
following until I was outside, and when I did, there she was just
catching
up. She looked really good. When you're sitting, you just get an
upper
body view... She was almost trotting towards me, her small chest
bouncing
noticeably. There was a cool breeze outside that afternoon, and it
became
immediately more apparent as her incredible dark nipples hardened and
jutted
forward. I remembered them from the beach party... I wanted to see
them
uncovered so badly.
I suppose we were walking back to my our dorm. We didn't say
anything
about it at first. I was just watching her...
I guess I haven't described Christine in as much detail as I should;
She
has this perfectly permed below-shoulder length wavy blonde hair,
frosted in
various places with lighter colors. She had blue-in-blue eyes, and she
had
really thin lips that were placed in this thin line on her face. I
couldn't
help telling myself those were 'blowjob' lips if EVER I knew what a
pair
looked like (!). Closeup, her high cheekbones accentuated her thin but
widely set eyes, and a small chin that made her thin face look SOOOO
sexy.
There's no such thing as a perfect female body. There's no such
thing as
perfection... But some girls come pretty close to certain men's idea
of a
perfectly formed woman. Even if I thought Christine was perfect, I'm
sure
in retrospect she wasn't; that her chest just looked RIGHT on her body;
that
her eyes just looked RIGHT on her face, etc. Different types/ shapes
of
bodily features can also look RIGHT on other people. Even with this,
Christine was someone I could easily spend a long time with, just
because
she turned me on so DAMN much.
I think the time I lost my virginity to an older woman who had some
of
these features is exactly the reason I still found them so attractive.
Christine personified many of these features in a better way, and had
younger, more supple skin. I dunno. I guess I just REALLY WANTED TO
FUCK
her so much, I was trying to understand why I felt like such a
Neanderthal
thinking only about getting her into bed.
She was smiling. That's a good start, I thought... "What are you
looking at, Phil?" That shocked me right out of my funk.
She had caught me off guard. "Uhh.. I'm sorry. I was just
thinking
about you, Christine!" That wasn't the half of it. I thought I had
gotten
off the hook.
"What were you thinking? And you had a weird look on you face!"
Nope.
I hadn't gotten away with it.
"I was thinking about last weekend." I tried to drag it out; make
her
say exactly what I wanted to hear.
"What about last weekend?"
"You looked so good on my bed... you looked... delicious..." And I
paused on the last word for effect. "I... I... I don't want to talk
about
it until we're in private... this feels weird to say all this while
we're
just walking. I mean, if I'm just talking about anything, and we're
having
some normal conversation, OK, but I'm talking to you and we're both
facing
forward! I mean, forward, away from each other! Doesn't this feel
strange
to you?"
"You think too much, Phil," and she laughed lightly. And then she
stopped, put on a very serious face, and said, "I'm not going anywhere;
what
were you going to say?" She moved up to about six inches away from my
face,
looking up.
Damn! This was one outrageous woman! She certainly knew how to
keep me
on my toes. I wasn't sure what to say, or where to begin! I knew what
I
wanted, I knew when I wanted it, and very little else seemed to matter
then.
"I don't know what to say next, Christine! Do you want me to ask
you
out? Meet you tonight at the party? What I really want is to sleep
with
you! And I don't want to wait until later! I don't want to wait at
all! I
don't want to.." I was going to say wait hours or days or weeks, but
she
cut me off.
"I'm not sure I want to now, Phil. I'm really interested... but I'm
nervous. I would rather it be nicer; let's plan on tonight, OK?"
At first this threw me... I didn't quite get it. I didn't think I
was
hearing her right. Nervous? This from a girl who had writhed on my
bed the
previous weekend, stroking her own pussy and then MY cock through our
clothes. "You?! Nervous?" I almost started laughing. She caught
this and
looked a little bit concerned.
"Well... I knew you two were hanging out last weekend... and I
remembered seeing you and..."
"Hannah."
"Yes, her, and I remembered seeing you... I couldn't control
myself.
But I knew you wouldn't do anything to me; I was... safe. I was having
fun."
TEASE! I thought first. This incredible girl who showed off so
much to
me was backing out (that was my first reaction), but then it began to
dawn
on my. Wow. Was I dense... she had to be! I mean, maybe she's had a
lot
of boyfriends; she knows what lust is (she HAD to, after all)...
Christine
had to be... "You've never had sex before!!!!" I sat there,
dumbfounded,
agape, but completely enraptured by this girl.
Christine started getting fidgety, looking around and then back to
me to
see what I would say next. I don't know why it hadn't occurred to me
before; it all made sense! That's why she kept herself so busy during
the
week! It was her protection scheme! And here she was at college,
trying to
break out of it (maybe...)? "So what's wrong with that, Phil?"
"Nothing, Christine, it just... well, you're going to think this
sounds
strange, but it makes me respect you more. I thought you were acting
really
loose or slutty before. It turned me on, yes, but I didn't know if I
could
begin to like you personally. I do... I really do! But it also makes
me
want to be the one you give yourself to... the thought of it really
gets me
excited!" She just looked at me, the smile coming back. "Do you think
you
might be interested in giving me this wonderful gift?"
Her eyes just lit up! And the big grin on her face told me there
probably wasn't a better thing I could have said; the smile got larger;
embarrassment; and then it subsided. She seemed to be collecting her
words,
and then she spoke very softly. "I can't think of a better night,
place or
person for this. But let's wait until tonight, okay?" And she sealed
it
with a kiss, turned smoothly on one leg, and started strolling away
towards
the dorm, knowing that I would follow. I did. What an ass.
We spent the afternoon and early evening together, walked a lot,
talked
some, and managed to avoid bumping into Kati. We ate out at the local
Mexican place, laughed a lot, and separated with some light kissing
before
getting ready for the big party. The suspense was killing me! I was
going
to deflower a virgin!
PART II: A Night to Remember
Marc arrived at 8:00. No calls, no plans. He just arrived; this
wasn't
anything new; he often showed up before a weekend night party. He
wandered
in to my room carrying a 12-pack of Michelob Light. Yet another
Mich-Lite
Night, at least for the beginning. I was half-dressed in my robe. I
liked
to take my time getting ready, and Marc was busy putting a new set of 5
CD's
into the stereo. Marc turned the volume UP.
I dressed and sprayed Drakkar Noir all over my body. I love that
stuff.
Drakkar was the first cologne I was interested in wearing simply
because I
liked it, rather than just women liking it. But it had added benefits.
Women would walk directly behind me and go out of their way just for a
longer whiff of the stuff. I didn't mind. I enjoyed turning around
right
when they looked like they were drawing a sniff and make them
embarrassed.
"Here you go, Phil" and he handed me an ice cold bottle. That first
beer
was always soooo good. I guzzled it. "Damn! Slow down, Hoss! This
has
got to last us at least 2 hours!" I just grinned in response.
We sat around for a while and I filled him in on what had happened.
I
told him about the previous weekend and what had gone on today at
lunch.
"You've been the luckiest man on campus lately. Man, if I only had
it so
good." (I liked his envy; I didn't make him feel bad for it, but for
whatever reasons it strengthened my feeling of being somehow privileged
for
this). "You know, Phil, that it is a MORAL IMPERATIVE for you to do
this
girl right. Make her beg for more. And then give her my number. She
is so
hot! How does a girl with a body like that escape having sex in high
school?"
"Actually, she told me she always kept really busy with activities
and
went to parties with female groups. Apparently it worked."
We talked for a while and sang (more like yelled) when some songs
from
Steve Miller's Greatest Hits came on (in random order with the other
discs).
By the time 9:30 rolled around, we were reasonably certain we wouldn't
be
the first to arrive at the party. Besides, we generally started off a
night
like this with a good wander around most of the dorms to see what else
was
brewing if anything, so we knew where to be if the MP (main party, or
Main
Pool, during the daytime) was a fizzle.
Twelve midrise dorms were mainly arranged around an oblong octagon.
There were other newly built dormitories, but most of the parties were
thrown in one of the midrises around the "QUAD." Each midrise had 4
floors,
one elevator, one large laundry room, and separate sex bathrooms on
each
floor (coed by alternating mens and womens halls). We started walking
across Dorm Quad and decided to wander around the back of one of the
dorms
nearest our beach (i.e. where it's *darkest*. Once around the back,
there
were windows. We weren't perverts (or so we thought) but it was always
fun,
and sometimes practical, to do this in order to find out what was
happening
around various places that night.
When we got to the rear of one of the dorms, one of the rooms had a
really weird red glow coming from between the slats of the horizontal
venetian blinds. And we stopped dead in our tracks, waited until we
were
sure we hadn't been seen, and started creeping in closer. There was
this
couple, screwing really wildly, doggie-style, on this little double
bed!
And I recognized them (that wasn't unusual in a school this size)! A
sophomore, Cliff, was boffing the shit out of this buxom hispanic
looking
junior, Nicki! Nicki was really skinny, with small breasts, and a
model's
type body. She wasn't clothed, but she did have what was left of a
dark,
shiny red negligee bunched up around her waist while she fucked back at
Cliff. She had long exotic black hair, and through the glass we could
hear
her moans and screams! She kept looking back at him and yelling erotic
and
dirty things at him, like, "Fuck ME! Fuck my pussy! Come ooooon...
fuck...
fuck.. fuck... fuck it. Harder!!! Harder!!! Give it to me!"
This chick was out of hand! I was getting an instant erection, and
I was
close enough to start fogging up the window! From our angle, Cliff and
Nicki were almost facing us, but when she turned her head, it was in
our
direction, and we could almost still see her. We had a forward-side
view,
and we could see Cliff's dick when he pulled almost all the way out,
all
slick with her pussy juice. It was running down his thighs, and he was
gripping her ass cheeks really hard. Her mouth was open the whole time
and
I could just imagine myself in his place fucking the shit out of Nicki.
The thing that really got me about this situation was that Nicki was
supposedly going out with another guy, a senior on the baseball team
named
Stump (because he was short & stocky, most people thought...)! Nicki
was
fucking someone else WAY before the party for that night got active...
Since it wasn't her boyfriend, and she was discreetly fucking someone
else,
it made it really easy to think of myself in Cliff's place... Me
instead of
him, grabbing at her ass, shoving my whole dick in long strokes deep
into
her box. Reaching forward and grabbing her hair, pulling back and
feeling
that juicy pussy slap against my balls. I suddenly realized I was
rubbing
the shit out of the front of my pants and it was too obvious for Marc
not to
have noticed. I grinned and looked back at the window.
But we had gotten there too late to get a long show, the grunting got
louder
and faster, Cliff started pounding into her with short quick strokes
and it
looked like she started to lose control before he did, collapsing and
screaming at once. It almost looked silly, the way they lost their
balance
when they almost came together. When they stopped, Nicki pulled off
and put
a towel between her legs, and reached out to stroke Cliff's cock
slowly.
They then began kissing, when we backed away from the window, and
started
clapping loudly. We knew it was too dark outside since the light was
on for
them to see anything, and I guess they thought the blinds were closed
enough! Nicki started screaming, and Marc and I just ran. I wasn't
sure if
he knew what I knew, so I kept my mouth shut other than to say "HOLY
SHIT.
THAT WAS AWESOME. SHE IS REALLY HOT." As though that did justice to
what I
was thinking... If Nicki wanted to keep that a secret from Stump,
assuming
they were still dating, I wonder what price she's willing to pay?
I know, I know. I already said I don't like fucking over girls. I
said
I'm not stupid enough to treat women like shit. But I was thinking
that
Nicki was secretive and sex-hungry enough to screw around on Stump, and
if
she was going to do so anyway, I'd see if she would with me, and use
the
most obvious avenue to make it happen. If it came down to it, I
probably
would never tell Stump what I saw anyhow. But I wouldn't mention that
to
her. I decided to stow that one away for a rainy day... after all,
tonight
held other treasures in store. And I was getting to the point where I
really needed a good out-of-control, honest-to-goodness
fuck-of-the-year. I
played around with Kati the previous weekend, but it had been almost 10
days
since my last fuck, and Christine was sitting there watching it,
getting wet
for me... I needed her and I didn't want to wait.
But I had to, at least for a little while longer... Marc and I
marched
around a couple of dorms and found a few drinking game rooms, and
wandered
into a couple but didn't stay long. We just got our 'facetime' in and
headed over to the party. When we got there, there were a few people
dancing around the lounge in the dorm opposite mine across the quad.
The PA
was set up, and it did sound good. That was somewhat unusual, more
often
than not it was Noise with a Beat. But it sounded good, There was good
company, and Christine was nowhere to be found. Marc and I hung out
and
finished the twelve-pack we had been carrying around, and I was just
beginning to get worried that my pure-as-the-driven-snow sex-bunny
(funny,
but true) Christine had chickened out, when I looked towards the
entrance
and my heart stopped.
Christine was the first person I noticed in a good sized group of at
least seven, maybe eight girls walking into the large lounge suite. I
picked Kati out; the two of them were walking next to each other. I
started
to think that this was going to be problematic... Kati was rather
plain
looking despite her *very* noticeable chest, and hadn't taken a great
deal
of interest in dressing up. Christine wasn't overly dressed either,
but
what she was wearing blew me away. It wasn't slutty; it was just the
WAY
she was wearing everything. She had on a bright red jumpsuit, and the
top
part was unzipped to her mid-stomach area, revealing, get this, a tight
stretch tube top. I bet if I could see the front of her breasts the
nipples
would be showing...
Christine was the first to notice me; she tapped Kati on the
shoulder and
they both came over to where Marc and I were. Marc tried to intercept
Kati
for me (what a pal), but both girls came over to me and kissed me on
opposite cheeks. I kissed both of them lightly on the lips and asked
if
they had anything to drink.
"No," replied Kati, "we can't drink openly at one of these parties,
remember? They're cracking down, or so we were told."
I had forgotten; I never had to worry about it. "Have you had any
beforehand?"
Grins told me what I needed to know. Then I started to get nervous:
Kati leaned over to talk. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that
Marc
was observing VERY intently. With a smile.
"Can we talk for a minute?" she asked with a normal smile.
"Sure, Kati. Let's go over there, the music seems much lower behind
the
PA speakers." And I led her over there. Let's get it over with, I was
thinking. "I think I know what you want to talk about; do you want me
to
start?"
"Save your breath. It's not what you think." And she smiled,
waiting
for my reaction. I didn't give her one. "Look, Phil, I like you a
lot.
What we did and could continue to do happened because we were horny and
we
like each other. I don't want to settle for one person right now so
early
into being here. And you seem like you don't want to go out! But we
get
along, so why ruin it? I'd still like to play around a bit if you're
interested, but don't pressure me to have sex, ok?" I just stared. It
wasn't the PLEASE COME BACK TO ME story I guess I expected (my stupid
ego),
but it was terrific! "Phil, Christine talked to me a little bit
tonight.
She told me that you two seem to be getting along... and... well, at
first I
was a little upset, but I'm glad I know before something happens rather
than
after. Besides, I'm still interested in... knowing you." She smiled,
kissed me again on the cheek, and pulled me by the hand back to
Christine.
Then she flitted off to socialize elsewhere! What luck! How did I get
so
lucky! I could keep Kati as a friend, but I could have Christine too!
And
not piss either one off with the other (at least for now...)!
I grabbed Christine by the belt around her jumpsuit and pulled her
close
for a kiss, and then took her out onto the dance floor. Pump up the
Jam was
playing on the PA, and people were starting to crowd the place. It was
another perfect lounge party. And I was with the sexiest girl at
school.
Not one other girl there held a candle to her in my eyes, and there
were
some pretty body-conscious girls there. And I was going to make her a
woman
that night.
We danced closer and closer as the night wore on. Both of us were
sweating, and the heat between us was evident to everyone; we drew the
most
stares. I thought I saw Hannah wandering around earlier, catching my
eye,
but she was with someone. She wouldn't go without that night, that's
for
sure. Christine's thin body and my own felt like one for the longer
songs;
after a while, they were all slow dances to us. Her legs started
pressing
around my own, and I could begin to feel the heat emanating from
between her
legs. It was too dark to tell if my jeans or her jumpsuit were getting
wet
from something other than our sweat, but I wouldn't have been
surprised. I
pulled my head back, grabbed her hair tightly and slithered my tongue
over
and around her own, being met with the same enthusiasm. I could no
longer
prevent getting hard with all those people around and I pressed it
firmly
into her pubis... and I got a soft coo or moan whispered into my ear
when
our kiss broke. This was getting to heated, and I needed to take it
the
next step. "Are you comfortable with me?"
"What do you think...?" she softly responded.
"I want to take you back to my room."
"Then what are you waiting for?" My jaw just about hit the floor.
I
wouldn't be waiting long now...
We said good-byes to our closer friends and wandered out, not
bothering
to disguise our destination as a walk along the beach. We went
*straight*
across Dorm Quad. However long it took for us to make love, however
long it
took before we even started, we weren't going to waste any time getting
to
be alone. While we were walking, I asked her if she had any shorter
name
forms or pet names/nicknames she liked.
"Well, an old boyfriend used to call me Chris, but that was kind of
generic, and I'd rather you used something else, if you want to."
"That doesn't help," I said with a smile.
"Well, you're creative! Think of something, and if I like it, you
can
use it!"
"Hmmm... how about... 'Luscious?'" She shook her head, snorting.
"Ok,
then, you don't like luscious. What about Cherry? Nooo... that won't
work
after.." She swung real wide and slapped my chest! But then she leaned
in
and licked my ear. "Sorry, Christine. Chrissy? No? Christi? That's
ok?
Well, I could use Christi. But I think I prefer something more special
and
personal, like... "Angel."
Christine just leaned in and put her arm around my waist. She was
smiling, but I could see a tear well up in her eye. She wiped it away
before she thought I would notice it.
When we got to my room, I closed the door behind us and she just
stood
there, in front of the loft, looking. Her mouth was slightly open, and
she
was surveying the view... after all, it was impressive. That early
evening
before jumping in the shower, I had cleaned up, straightened up the
area
under the loft where the couch and A/V system were, made my bed,
vacuumed
and done various other things to make the room appear more spacious
than it
was. I had turned on a light blue light bulb downstairs, lighting the
area
indirectly, and I had a shaded lamp upstairs that shone with a red
bulb. In
some circumstances it could have been extremely tacky. But given the
'neatness' of the room, and the quantity of toys/belongings/furniture,
it
looked great. There was a cool breeze blowing outside, and the large
bay
window was split horizontally by the loft level itself. We stood
inside
separately for several moments, and then I stepped under the loft and
then
out into the staircase well, stepping up. As I reached halfway up, I
was
then able to lower the blinds for the window, and the venetians closed.
I
looked back at her; my angel was standing at the base of the stairs
watching
me, and as I passed her moving down I quickly moved in for a fast, deep
kiss, reaching up to tweak her left nipple, as I had wanted to do for
so
long... but just as quickly I pulled away and walked around her,
stooping,
to reach the stereo, which had a separate 5-disk cartridge with various
Jazz
cd's like Dave Grusin and Kenny G. I put the music on low (I wanted to
hear
her moan!) and turned back to her.
She had begun taking off her red jumpsuit. I sat back down and
became
mesmerized by her agonizingly slow striptease. Her face was absolutely
serious as she peeled the jumpsuit over her rump and reached down to
push
them below her knees. I was beginning to think this was going to be
one of
the most memorable sexual experiences of my life, and I didn't want to
rush
through it.
Her blonde hair looked as though on fire reflecting the red light
coming
from above, and of course her tan skin looked even more so. Her
lips...
those sexy thin lips were barely open, glistening, and her eyes locked
on
mine. I almost wanted to look away; they were almost intimidating, but
then, I thought, here is this gorgeous freshman, thinking about giving
her
virginity away to a Junior, it's more than likely she's the most
intimidated
one here. True beauty does make me a little unnerved, though, and she
was
pretty close. After kicking off her shoes, she only had on her tube
top,
which in this light looked like a ruffled fabric in a very light blue
color,
and her panties, which were becoming increasingly more visible as she
stood
back up in the small stairwell area. She was looking down to the space
under the loft; I was sitting on the floor staring up at her, enjoying
everything. She stretched up, slowly, showing off her smooth and tight
curvature, her small but inviting breasts with a hint of those perfect
nipples... and maroon silk panties cut high over her hips, but tight
into
her crotch, showing just a little bit of creasing at the base of her V;
I
was staring at her lips and I wanted them so badly. She must have
shaved
for a bikini; I saw no stray hair, thank GOD. I love a trimmed bush.
We
had had so few words; I wondered if I should begin to say something,
after
all, she would/could never forget this experience (not that it was any
different for me). Would that make her feel any better or more
comfortable?
"I need to say a few things to you, Angel..."
She made no move or motion to stop me. She just stood there, in all
her
glory, arms stretched above her head and resting on the top loft floor.
And
she smiled. "Yes, Phil?"
"I've been thinking all week about you. I've been thinking all day
about
you, and you're all that matters right now. I can't think of anything
but
this. I might have pushed harder if things were different, but I
really
want this to be a very special experience for you, and I don't want to
rush
it, or for you to think you're just getting it over with..." No
response,
just wide, beautiful eyes. "Would you like a massage? Would it help
you
relax?"
"A massage would be wonderful, Phil. But, perhaps later. I don't
think
I can postpone what I've been dreaming about since I saw you on the
beach a
week and a half ago. I want you to make love to me. I'm a little...
scared, I guess, but I'm ready. Just go slow and I know it'll be
fine..."
The words I was waiting for! I got up and walked over to her. We
stood
up and moved closer in the stairwell (practically the only place TO
stand in
my room) and leaned in for our first long kiss. It felt like it lasted
an
hour... she put one arm around my waist and slid another up over the
back of
my neck and started to run her fingers through my hair; it felt
electric.
Meanwhile I was darting my tongue on, in and around her lips, not going
deep
at first.
I started moving my hands up and down her sides, pressing in at the
sides
of her small breasts, indicating what my next move would be... she
just
leaned in and around to kiss the side of my neck-- that felt so good!
I
decided that while I wasn't going to rush things, I was going to show
who
was in control, so I leaned down a little as I reached up to touch the
top
edge of her tube top, and in one quick move I pulled it down and
enveloped
her left nipple completely with my mouth.
Christine gasped! But she didn't pull away-- she leaned in and
clamped
my head to her chest, running on hand down my back and digging in with
her
nails. I sucked hard, then ran my tongue in larger circles around
those
incredible nipples, one after the other, moving back to look at how
small
and DARK they were! I told her how much her chest turned me on, how
they
were perfect for her. I don't know if she needed to hear that, or if
she
felt that Kati's chest looked better because it was bigger, but it
didn't
matter-- hers were fantastic.
She finally pushed my head back a little; I stood up. She started
pulling my clothes off me, starting with my shirt, running her fingers
through my chest hair, and then she reached down and pulled off my
socks (I
had kicked my shoes off when we came in). She stood up and paused a
little,
staring down at my crotch. She reached to caress it, and squeezed
gently,
but then seemed to decide she wanted me naked; she unbuttoned my LEVI
501's,
and ran her hands around my ass to pull the jeans off my butt,
squeezing my
buns as she pulled down. I was trying my DAMNEDEST not to move too
much,
she was driving me crazy with lust! I had my hands on her shoulders to
maintain contact and she smelled so good! I began to get a good whiff
of
her musky scent as she and I were removing our clothes and I couldn't
WAIT
to go down on her. But she had things in hand by now, or... ALMOST!
She waited to touch my straining cock through my boxers until the
jeans
were off, and when they were, instead of pulling them off, she ran her
hands
up and down the ridge pushing out, and then moved her hand inside the
slit
in front and grasped my cock near the base and SQUEEZED hard. I almost
lost
my balance. She stroked me up and down a couple of times, and then
pulled
her hand out. Her eyes looked really glazed, her lips were wet from
our
kisses and her mouth was just barely open. She was staring at my
crotch...
I finally couldn't take the suspense any longer and rasped "take them
off
now..."
She looked up for a second, smiled wider, and then pulled the
elastic
band out
and over my penis, straining to push out and over the boxers! She
smiled
really widely and dragged them down fast off my legs, and just stared
at my
cock with one hand around it, squeezing lightly and moving her hand up
and
down slowly. A drop of pre-cum inched its way out the tip and she
reached
forward with her other hand, wiped it up and touched it to her tongue,
staring up into my eyes as she did. God, that snake-like tongue... I
wanted it moving around my shaft so badly!
Thank god she didn't make me wait much longer. She motioned me to
move
around so I was almost sitting (more like leaning) on the staircase
leading
up to the bed area, but that way she could stand on the bottom step and
be
almost face to face with my cock! She leaned in, got comfortable,
smiled at
me while I pointed right at her face, inches away, and said to me, "I
want
you to come in my mouth, OK? When we fuck, I want it to last a
while..."
Where did this girl come from, and how did a virgin know so much
about
sex???
She reached up with both hands, stroking the shaft with one, and
moving
the fingers of the other around my balls. I was in heaven! And
without
saying anything else, she covered the head with her warm and wet mouth.
"Oh
Goooood. Oh man, Christine! You feel so fucking good!"
She moaned over the top of my cock, but wasted no time before
increasing
the pace, and I knew that with the waves of pleasure rocking my body so
soon, that it wouldn't be long before I came a LOT down her throat!
She
alternated squeezing harder with lighter, but always kept her mouth
over my
cock! At one point, she pressed too hard down below my balls, and I
told
her that if she kept that up I'd never come, but other than that she
knew
*exactly* what to do to get me off! My ass was moving up and almost
off the
stairway now, in time with her hands and mouth (I need to tense up
before I
come for some reason!)...
Suddenly, she started doing something new! This girl had surprises
in
store for me! She started swirling her tongue around the top of my
shaft
every time I almost came out of her mouth, and when I started yelling
how
close I was, she reached under my balls and moved her index finger up
my
crack! God my asshole is sensitive at that time! She first moved
past it
and rubbed up and down, but that started sending me over the edge!
"Unnnhhhh! That's it! Fuck, Christine! Ohhhhh... I'm starting
to
come! It's coming! Take it... Take it...." I was out of it, and to
top
things off, Christine, right at the moment of truth, pressed her index
finger hard on my anus, not inside, but hard right on it, and that just
*blew* *me* *away!* I thought I was about to lose consciousness...
sensory
overload. I just collapsed. I didn't have the energy to say, "stop!"
And
I'm not sure if I would have, anyhow. God. That was one of the most
explosive orgasms I had ever had. I was certain of it. And the night
was
hardly over!
I lay there, catching my breath, leaning back against the stairs.
Christine stretched up, wiping a little cum off her cheek and into her
mouth, slurping on her index finger. She leaned in to me and lay her
head
on my shoulder, pressing her stomach up against my wet dick. I felt it
was
hard, but losing some of it's intensity; I felt as if it would NEVER
get
completely soft with this girl around! Some of her hair got in my
face, but
it felt soft, and warm. As my energy started to come back to me, I
pushed
her chest away from mine, and said, "your turn! Come on upstairs!" I
grabbed her hand, and started to turn around, but then stopped, and
turned
around. "Oh no. Not yet... stand back."
She looked a little strange, like she didn't understand what was
happening; she would in a minute! I looked over her amazing body,
those
long lean tan legs, and those gorgeous high-cut maroon panties, and I
knew
I had to take them off right then. I couldn't wait. I moved my face
in to
kiss her cloth covered mound, and smelled her aroma, rubbing my cheeks
over
her stomach and running my hands around and up to her buns, squeezing
gently. I pulled the top of her panties down over her ass, ran my
hands
over to the front, and slowly, kissing her skin with my lips and tongue
all
the way, revealed her tawny bush, cut short so I could see the skin
underneath and trimmed into a vertical rectangular pattern (I love
that!).
It was beautiful! What a perfect pussy! I pulled her panties off
completely, and reached in between her legs to lightly pass over her
lips
and tease her... she shuddered. "lick me... please" she said almost
inaudibly...
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, what did you say?" Of *course* I
heard
her.
"Lick me, Phil, lick my cunt..." I stared back at her with this
nasty
grin, motioning for more... "Suck my pussy! Don't just sit there, DO
something! I need you!"
I took her hand and practically yanked her up the stairs! I pushed
her
lightly back into a laying position on the loft; we had to crawl
upstairs
because of the proximity of the ceiling! She looked exquisite without
anything on. She must have been athletic in High School; she had such
a
strong ass and set of legs! I lay down on top of her, my head level
with
her breasts and started kissing, getting her warm and anxious, but she
grabbed my hair and head with her hands, pulled me up so that she could
shove her tongue into my mouth, and after tongue-wrestling for a
minute,
during which time my cock fell nestled into between her legs and got
SQUEEZED... man. Then just as forcefully, she pushed my head down her
body
and stopped when I got around her belly-button, which I passed and
continued
as I settled into place just over her vagina. For a short while I just
stayed there, touching with my fingers lightly and nudging with my
nose,
enjoying the musk, just until I thought she might get a little self-
conscious and wonder if I was 'studying' her-- but I was, and I was
enjoying
it. She was beautiful.
So I reached out and started tentatively licking up and down,
wetting
down the area around her clit-- her pussy was soaking, but I didn't
want to
spend much time there. I wanted to go right for the clit. I know that
wasn't particularly tactful, but this girl wasn't interested in tact.
So I
enveloped her little button and started to swirl my tongue around it,
getting serious moans in response, and I settled immediately into a
slow
rhythm of closing my mouth down around her clit area, trying to use the
rough part of the middle of my tongue rather than the tip when I licked
up
and down as part of the rhythm. She was beginning to buck lightly, and
I
knew it wouldn't take her very long! I started by using my hands to
pull
her clit and pussy area a little higher up over her pubic bone, to
augment
the pressure, but then I brought one arm back around her leg and ran it
up
and down her pussy opening (I didn't want to press inside and
accidentally
break anything too soon!). That began to do it, she seemed to reach a
higher level of arousal and I stepped up the pace a little and left it
there-- I didn't want to lose her!
I didn't have to wait long! Boy, was what I doing working well!
She
just started thrashing about and moaning, trying to say things but not
being
too intelligible. Besides, her legs had started to clamp over my ears
and I
couldn't hear perfectly... I thought she was coming when she began to
rock
left and right, but she seemed to stay at that high plateau for a
while, and
then she let out a little yelp, arched her back, and grabbed up the
sheets
into her fists as a long low moan escaped her thin wet lips... Wow.
This
girl could really come. I let go immediately, and wiped my face with a
nearby towel (and pulled out a little hair when she wasn't looking!).
When I looked back, I saw that she had her eyes closed, her mouth
open,
smiling, and she couldn't move! I leaned back over and kissed her on
the
cheek.
"I've never felt anything like that before in my life. I mean, a
friend
did try to do that once, but THAT didn't happen!"
"Someone did that for you before, and you're still a virgin?"
"Well, yes-- we decided to try oral sex, and I just never wanted to
go
all the way with him. But he wasn't as good as you were, and I just
asked
him not to do it anymore! I just gave him head occasionally!"
"Occasionally! You were great! Most girls have no idea what to do!
You
were like a pro or something!"
At first she frowned, but then she smiled, "I guess I just try to
think
of what you might want me to do..."
"Well, it WORKS. You're fantastic... and I need to be inside
you..."
My cock had gotten really intensely hard when I was sucking her clit
and I
really needed to feel her silky walls around my dick. Squeezing the
come
right out...
"I think I'm ready-- I'm all wet and I don't want to wait anymore,
just,
just, go slow, ok?"
"You got it, beautiful! Could you spread your legs for me? Yeah,
like
that." I got up a little and maneuvered around her so that I was
between
her creamy looking thighs, bent at the knees, with her feet almost
floating
above her gorgeous buns. I just looked down at this incredible sight,
her
trimmed pussy soaking wet directly underneath my jutting cock. I then
reached over behind the end of the mattress and found a dark towel
(just in
case she bled!). She lifted up to allow me to spread it out under her,
settled into place, then reached down and squeezed me with both hands,
stroking once or twice and said simply, "now..."
I placed the head against her opening and rubbed up and down several
times, only NOW realizing how dangerous this could have been. She saw
me
stop and said the magic words..."I'm on the pill. I did it just before
I
left for college." Phew! Just my precum and the cum from the last
orgasm
could have gotten her pregnant! Not what I needed to deal with! I
just
wanted to FUCK her! So I moved back up against her vulva and wetted up
again, and pushed the head inside, waiting for encouragement and
reactions... She smiled and seemed comfortable, so I moved back and
forth a
little to slick up the whole head... It felt wonderfully tight and
warm. I
wanted to be balls-deep though, but I had to be patient.
I pushed a little more, and we both seemed to feel her hymen
blocking my
progress, and while she felt discomfort, just pushing against it didn't
seem
to make her hurt. I stopped, and said, "this may hurt a LOT. Here,
just in
case it does, put this in your teeth!" I put the end of a pillow into
her
mouth, and while she chuckled, I think she agreed it was a good idea!
And I
reached down and caressed her tits with a wet finger, making a dark
nipple
point up at me more. I leaned down over her so that we could entwine,
and
said, "anytime you're ready, Angel..." She stared back at the ceiling
for a
moment, and then nodded, mumbling, "do me..."
And I thrust. Allllll the way in....Ohhh God she felt
unbelievable...
After the pressure blocking me tore away, I slid into the wettest,
smoothest
pussy I had ever felt. I didn't want to move (NEITHER DID SHE, for
different reasons). Her legs wrapped around my back, and she groaned
through the pillow, clenching her eyes shut. I didn't know quite what
to
feel-- I mean, physically it felt GREAT. But she was in pain-- I
decided
perhaps to not move until she was ready, and to simply say... "I'm
sorry it
hurts -- I do know that it'll go away soon... just tell me when you're
ready." And I kissed her forehead.
She adjusted herself a few times, not really moving, and it felt
like an
eternity before she finally opened her eyes again, and wiped some tears
away. I wanted to badly to start pumping away, my cock was throbbing
so
much. I thought I could feel every heartbeat there was so much
pressure
building up, but then I knew I had to wait for her signal. And after a
few
minutes, I got it! She looked back up at me and simply nodded.
I started to withdraw a little, very slowly, and held steady for a
second, then agonizingly slowly pushed my erection back into her
sopping
cunt, but I didn't push too hard. I wanted to save the deepest strokes
for
later, when she was more used to it. Her eyelids looked heavy and
began to
close, her breathing getting more pronounced. She didn't look like she
was
enjoying it, so I simply stopped after one thrust. But she squeezed my
ass
back towards her, and I got the message. Slow but steady...
I had been holding myself above her, but while I'm well built, I'm
not
that heavy, so I decided to free up my hands a little. I settled down
on
top of her, and let my weight rest on her. She took a moment to get
used to
that, but then she put her arms around my back! I took that as a yes!
I
began to pull back out of her, this time a little more, and set up a
slow
rhythm of thrusts that seemed to be alright for her. Again, I didn't
thrust
too deeply (I wanted to so badly!)... and I didn't pull out all the way
-- I
was trying to avoid letting my glans rub her sore hymen tear too much.
But
she started barely moving against me, with me, and pushing against my
cock
as I thrust into her tight snatch.
God she was so tight! I had never been with a virgin before, and
she was
clamping down so hard on my penis, I thought I'd explode long before we
got
into any kind of serious fucking! I tried to think of something less
sexy
than watching myself shoving my cock into this outrageous vixen, but I
couldn't turn my thoughts away from her! It was alright, though, we
weren't
picking up the pace and I was trying to get used to the feeling. It
was
tight, though! I slowed the pace down a bit.
"Is it ok now, Angel?"
Christine just looked back at me... so I asked again. "Is it OK?
You
can talk to me-- it might help make it better. Please don't be
embarrassed!"
"I'm not embarrassed!" she finally said. "I'm just amazed. I'm
still
sore, but it's nothing like I imagined it actually would be. It's so
strange... and she started moving against me a little more. It feels
better when I bend up like that." And we did that a few times-- when I
thrust into her (she was getting sooo wet now!), she would tilt her
pussy up
towards me so I could go deeper. "Phil, could you go a little faster?
Unnhhhh... yeah-- like that... I like that!"
"Christine, I don't know how long I can go this speed, you're so
tight
and hot inside; I might come before I want to-- but if I slow down, you
won't enjoy it as much..." I reached down and placed my hands under
her
ass, squeezed her cheeks and pushed up towards my cock every time I
thrust
into her. This was ecstasy. I was inside such a hot cunt-- she was
asking
me to go faster-- and she was squeezing the shit out of my cock.
"Oh.. oh... oh... Phil... Fuck me... fuck fuck fuck... that feels
great -
- yeah
squeeze my ass. This is getting better by the minute..." And then she
blew
me away. She started to squeeze her cunt muscles around my dick. I
thought
she'd been squeezing all along, but she was just naturally tight as
could
be! So when she clamped her muscles down, I felt that familiar
tightening
in my scrotum, and I started pushing in deep!
"Ungggghhh!! Christi-- that's... that's... yeah-- oh FUCK I'm
going
to cumm.. here--- quick--- grab my balls --" She didn't make it quite
in
time, but she reached around my ass and just when I felt that lightning
bolt
start in my crotch and run right up my spine into my skull, OH GOD, she
pulled that finger-on-my-ass number and it sent me right over the
edge!!!!!
I started spewing my jism deep into her sore pussy, her juices
running
straight down my balls and onto the towel beneath. I felt every spurt
start
deep in my balls and move up my shaft and into her warmth... I had
reached
around and grabbed hard onto her head as my ass pumped me deeper into
her
cunt; she pulled my head down and onto her face for a kiss-- I couldn't
move
my tongue, but I still enjoyed it. We were joined at both ends for
what was
one of the most explosive moments of my life! My vision started getting
foggy, and I felt my stomach muscles start to spasm their loss of
control...
God, she was milking me dry! "Oh, fuck, Angel, your pussy got so tight
when
you started squeezing me! I wanted to last longer-- I'm," and I was
about
to apologize but she cut me short.
"Don't say that-- don't say you're sorry-- I didn't expect to cum
the
first time we did this. I didn't really think I'd enjoy it at all,
but...
but I did! I did enjoy it! I think I was too caught up in how new it
felt
to really relax, but if we can do it again in a little while, maybe
I'll
have more fun!"
I smiled and kissed her long and deep. And when we broke, saliva
glistening from her pointy tongue, I leaned down to her neck and
started
licking small circles around the base of her neck... She just held me
tight
as I started to soften inside her, and she started to giggle and squirm
when
I tongued her ear...
So we just lay together for a while, perhaps an hour, perhaps less,
but
long enough that the sweat beading on my back had dried, and for me to
become intimately familiar with the tiny bumps around her nipples, and
to
discover how really red her pubic hair was! God her crotch was such a
turn-
on to stare at... and touch... I wanted this to be mine-- for as long
as I
wanted it, and I knew how selfish I was being. This was like, the
perfect
pussy. I didn't know what else to think about it-- she had the
tightest,
best looking, tasting and smelling female genitalia I had ever come
across
(or in...!). I asked her why her head wasn't a fiery red color like
her
pussy hair was.
"Well, my hair loses a lot of that brightness in the sun, and just
looks
blahh. So I color it more a strawberry blonde, and then highlight
blonde
streaks so that when it changes in the sun, it still looks bright
and... a
little... stunning, maybe."
"Well, it works... you can stun me anytime!" And I tweaked one of
her
little dark erect nipples.
"Looks like I did a few minutes back! That was great, to kiss you
when
you came! I could feel all of it... that must have been amazing. I
felt
your come move up inside of me. Wow. I mean, I actually felt it hit
my
cervix or something. And you started losing control. Is it really
that
powerful? When I come, it's great, and it's sort of a temporary end,
but
it's not mind-blowing, just a really great release."
I just looked straight back at her! For someone so inexperienced,
she
was so intent on learning everything about sex! "Well, it's not always
that
phenomenal, but it was with you. No, No kidding! I mean it! You
were
really terrific!" I didn't want to leave it at that-- that sounded
really
tacky. "I don't know what to mention first... I mean, the experience of
being your first was really special. But also, beyond that, the sex
was
great! You have such a sexy body, and personality! And..."
"And what, Phil?" She smiled back...
"And you have such a perfect pussy..." And to drive the point home,
I
put some saliva on my finger, and reached down and slickly rubbed her
clit
slowly up and down. She closed her eyes, enjoying me once more,
drifting
away.
__________
Christine and I spent quite a bit of time together for about 3
months,
when we both realized that we had some personality differences that
couldn't
be resolved with any ease. Also, I was older, she had much to
experience at
college, and we had gotten too comfortable too soon with cohabitating
so
quickly after meeting. She never felt weird about breaking up--
neither did
I (although I still miss her silky red crotch!). I spent the night
with her
one last time right around graduation time, but that was it, and it
wasn't
as hot as the first several weeks with her had been. Besides,
Graduation
time had other, more interesting experiences...
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