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HOOKING-UP
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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