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Homework
Anne carried her load up from the laundry room. Even
though all she had on was a tank-top and a pair of ragged
shorts, she was dripping sweat. The dryers in the dorm
laundry room were supposedly vented outside, but it was
obvious that most of the heat they produced stayed in the
laundry room.
If the dorm were coed, Anne wouldn't have worn the cutoffs;
they weren't really decent, having more than a few rips
that revealed what she didn't wear under them. They were
comfortable, though, and in the nearly empty halls of the
dorm on a Saturday morning, they were just right.
After she dumped her load of laundry on the bed, Anne
looked outside at at the swirling snow. It was February,
and looking out at the blowing snow from the warmth of her
dorm room made her feel very secure. After pausing to let
the feeling soak in, she set to work putting her laundry
away.
She was in the middle of folding a sheet when there was a
knock on her door. "Who is it?" she asked.
"Jacob." A pleasantly male voice called.
If it had been anyone else, Anne wouldn't have opened the
door.
"I thought we'd get an early start on our project for psych
class," he said as she let him in. He saw the laundry
dumped on her bed and looked sheepish. "I guess I
should've phoned first."
"That's OK," Anne said, finishing folding the sheet and
putting it in a drawer. "Tell you what, you help put my
clothes away, then we'll get to work."
It was only after she said it that she realized that she
might have put him in an embarrassing situation. He
blushed, and and she noticed as he did that his eyes were
locked on her less-than-decent cutoffs. Anne had seen men
look at her like that before, but she'd never really known
how to respond. People told her that she was pretty, but
she didn't usually pay attention to such things.
Anne felt herself blushing in the long silence that
followed, but Jacob was blushing too. He finally broke the
silence. "I'll go if you want, let you finish putting your
stuff away, then come back in half an hour."
Anne was mad at herself for the way she was reacting.
"You're welcome to stay. We're both grownups, or at least,
that's what we're supposed to be."
"OK, I'll stay," he said, looking awkward as he hung up his
coat. "What can I do to help."
"You know how to hang up jeans?" she asked, and handed him
a handfull of hangers. With his coat off, Anne thought he
looked cute. He wore snug but comfortable looking corduroy
jeans, topped off with a bulky looking turtleneck.
Anne set to work folding sweaters and tops while he hung up
her jeans, and in no time, all of her laundry was put away.
While they worked, she noticed that, as often as not,
Jacob's eyes were on her. Although she was usually
indifferent to men's stares, she realized that she liked
the way Jacob looked at her.
After the clothes were all put away, they set to work on
the psychology project. It wasn't due until the end of the
semester, but Anne was glad that Jacob had suggested that
they get started early. The psych class they shared was an
advanced course, and both of them felt a bit out of place
there, since neither was a psych major.
Half the students in the class were grad students, and most
of the rest were majors. A friend of Anne's had taken the
class the year before and said it was fun, and Anne had
suggested it to Jacob, not realizing that the project
component of the course wasn't just a term paper, but a
real experiment they would have to plan and carry out over
the course of the semester.
They'd been sitting on the bed cross-legged with their
notes spread out between them for more than an hour when
when Anne noticed Jacob's stare. At first she didn't
understand what he was looking at, but when he saw that she
saw him looking, he blushed.
"What's the problem?" she asked. Anne wasn't used to
seeing him blush, and now, in one day, he'd blushed twice
when he looked at her. She was sure this revealed
something new about him, but she couldn't quite pin it
down.
He paused and swallowed. "Are you trying to, well, turn me
on?"
"What?"
"The way you're dressed, the way you were sitting. Were
you showing me your breasts on purpose?"
"What?" Anne said, and then she realized what was
happening. The tank- top she wore was loose, and she'd
been leaning forward giving him a good view down the inside
of her top. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it; I hope I didn't
bother you. I didn't really mean to upset you, I mean ..."
She stopped talking when she realized that she didn't know
what she meant to say.
"I like what I saw," Jacob said quietly. "They're very
pretty. I hope you're not upset."
Anne's mind was in turmoil. All these years, she'd never
dated anyone, and she'd turned down the few guys who'd ever
asked her out. Jacob had never asked, and she'd always
thought that was part of the reason they got along well.
At times, she felt a bit depressed when she heard other
girls talking about their social lives, but she usually
rationalized her lack of a social life by thinking about
the problems she was avoiding.
Now, as Anne looked at Jacob, she realized that she needed
him. She was aware of him as she'd never been aware of him
before, it was almost as if, for the first time, she
realized that he was a man. They'd talked with each other
in the past about sex and dating, but always in a very
abstract way, with no sense of personal involvement in the
subject.
"How long have I known you?" Anne asked, almost whispering
as she spoke.
"About two years. Remember that rhetoric class?"
Anne studied him. She debated with herself briefly, then
leaned toward him, this time fully aware that she was
giving him a clear view down the open neck of her tank-top.
"In those years, did you ever want to ask me out or make a
pass at me? We were lab partners and we studied together,
but you were always chaste. Why?"
He swallowed. "I guess I didn't have the courage to ask a
girl out. I like you alot, you know, more than any other
girl I know. You know how awkward I am about girls."
"I like you too," she said, surprising herself. "You've
told me how you feel frustrated sometimes, and I've told
you as much about myself, but here you are, alone with me
in my dorm room."
"But you're different!" he said, almost defensively.
"Am I?" she said, acutely aware that his eyes were locked
on her exposed breasts.
He looked awkward for a moment, then looked up at her face.
"Would you like a kiss?" he whispered, sounding very
tentative and shy.
"Nobody's ever asked me that before," she said as she moved
their books and notes from the bed. She stood by the desk
and looked at him sitting on her bed; he looked helpless
and lost, and she felt an almost motherly urge to hug him
and help him find his way.
She felt the seriousness of the situation as she sat down
beside him and almost whispered her reply. "Yes."
He kissed her tentatively on the cheek, and she felt a warm
sensation in her body, a tingle that reached from her
fingertips to her toes. Did he feel her reaction? She
didn't know, but she kissed him in return, first on the
cheek, and then on the lips. When her lips touched his,
she felt something new in her, something she'd imagined and
wanted, but something she'd never felt before.
She held him tightly as she kissed, and without really
planning it, she kissed him with her lips apart and tasted
the tip of his tongue against hers. She put her arms
around his neck and felt the warm comfort of his hands
against her back, but that wasn't enough. She pressed her
body up against his as she thrust her tongue into his
mouth, but she wanted him to touch her even more.
"Anne?" Jacob said, in a very quiet and hesitant voice.
"Do you want me to touch your body?"
"Yes," she said, backing away. Before she really thought
about it, she pulled off her tank-top, then looked down at
her cutoffs and hesitated. She felt a warm tingle of
anticipation as he looked from her breasts to her tattered
shorts. She looked up at him. "You know I've never done
anything like this before, do you mind?"
"No," he said, his eyes fixed on her. "It's new for me
too, but you've got a beautiful body, and I'd like it if
... well, if you took off your pants too. I'll keep mine
on."
"Jacob, you're a gentleman," Anne said as she slipped out
of her shorts. In one of their impersonal conversations
about sex, she remembered that they'd agreed that they
wanted to remain virgins until marriage. "You know," she
said, "I think I'd trust you with your pants off, if you
want it that way."
"I don't trust myself," he said, smiling weakly. "Anne,
don't you worry about your roommate? Where is she?"
"Home for the weekend," she said. "Come on!"
She lay beside him as he sat on the edge of her bed, her
body tense with anticipation. He very tentatively touched
her nipple with a finger tip, then slid his hand gently
down her side to her hip and thigh, lingering there before
touching her other nipple.
"Does this feel good?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered. As she said it, she realized that
she'd secretly wanted him to touch her that way for a long
time. She looked up at him as he stroked her and briefly
tried to figure out how long she'd wanted him. She was
sure her memory was tricking her because as she looked at
him, she was sure she'd wanted him from the day they first
met, but she knew that wasn't right.
He bent down and kissed her as he gently touched the smooth
skin between her legs. She reached down and held his hand
there as she returned the kiss, then reached up to hold
him. As he kissed her neck, she felt a wave of warmth
sweep over her, and it intensified as he worked his way
down to her nipples.
She found herself hugging his head to her breast as he
kissed. A wave of anticipation swept over her, and she
realized that she was grinding herself against the pressure
of his hand between her legs. He changed from kissing her
nipples to sucking on them, and as he did, it released a
wave of pleasure through her body. The waves continued,
each one more intense than the one before, until she found
herself relaxing in a state of infinite pleasure, looking
up at him as he looked at her.
She watched silently as he sat up beside her. As he took
his hand from between her legs, she was aware that she'd
had an orgasm, but she wasn't able to react. She watched
silently as he looked at the moisture on his fingers,
sniffed his hand, and tentatively tasted it.
"I hope you enjoyed it," he said. "I did."
"I did," she whispered, finally feeling her ability to
control her body returning. "It was nice, but I didn't
mean to, well, have an orgasm. I hope you don't feel,
well, icky."
"I'm still horny," Jacob said, "but what's there to feel
icky about?"
"Your hand; I get pretty stinky and gooey down there when
I'm excited."
He sniffed his fingers again as she sat up. "I sort of
like the smell."
She looked quietly at him for a long time, then sat up
beside him and hugged him. With her free hand, she gently
touched his chest before she spoke. "I never imagined this
would happen to us."
He kissed her briefly. "I didn't either. I've always
liked you, but I guess I've always tried to suppress my...
my sexual reaction to you."
"Thanks for not suppressing it this time," she said,
kissing him gently.
He took his time responding. "Anne, would you like me to
take off my clothes for you after you put something on?"
"Yes," she said. She got up and got a pair of jeans from
her closet.
Jacob looked at her as she slid into the tight denim pants.
"Don't you wear underpants?"
"You helped me put away my laundry, did you see any
panties?"
He looked puzzled. "No, but ..."
"I haven't worn underwear since I was seventeen," she said
as she zipped her jeans. "I guess it started as an
invisible rebelion against my mom. does it offend you?"
"I guess it intrigues me," he said, pulling off his
turtleneck sweater. "Did you start shaving your pubic hair
then too?"
"No, that goes way back. I guess Professor Jenkins in our
psych class might say I was trying to avoid puberty by
shaving down there, and once I got in the habit, it was
easier to keep shaving than suffer while the stubble grew
back."
He took off his pants while she spoke. She was surprised
by the size of his erect penis when he took his underpants
off, but she didn't say so. It wasn't as much a matter of
shock as it was a matter of intrigue. She knew that all
men have a penis between their legs, but the way men dress
hides the fact well enough that she rarely noticed anything
to remind her of it.
She found that she wasn't as sexually attracted to his
penis as she was to his chest; at the same time, she wanted
to know more about his penis. "Tell me how it works," she
said as she tentatively touched it with the tip of one
finger. It grew visibly as she touched it, and then just
as visibly, it began to shrink.
She sat beside him confused about what she wanted to do.
"Should I give you an orgasm?"
He looked up at her from the bed and smiled. "If you want,
but I don't want to pressure you. I didn't set out to give
you one, you know."
His reply was gallant, and she realized there was only one
answer, so she bent over and kissed him gently on the
mouth. As she did, she felt herself reacting sexually
again, and what she'd intended to be a gentle kiss became
pashionate. She felt her bare breasts softly resting on
his chest as she kissed him, and as she moved, the feeling
in her nipples as they slid across his skin was echoed by a
pleasant tingle within.
She kissed his chest, and discovered that sucking on his
nipples seemed to excite him. She stroked her hand down
his muscular stomach and felt her arm brush his penis. She
felt its shape with one hand as she kissed his chest, then
began to gently massage it. It expanded and stiffened in
her grip, and he hugged her tightly against him.
She let go of his penis and lay on top of him, grinding her
hips against it. She felt the warm pressure of his penis
against her pubic bone as she kissed him, and with each
thrust of her hips, the pressure sent a wave of pleasure
through her body. He slid his hands gently across the
smooth skin of her back in rhythm with her thrusts, but as
she began to thrust harder, he held her hips firmly against
him.
As Anne reached her second climax, she kissed Jacob deeply.
The second climax wasn't as all encompassing an experience
as the first, and as it ended, she sat up next to Jacob and
looked down at him feeling both very content and ready for
action. "I'm sorry I didn't give you an orgasm," she
whispered. "I guess I just got too horny to pay much
attention to you. I hope you're not too disappointed."
He chuckled quietly, and as he spoke, Anne could see his
penis relaxing. "You saved yourself a mess, you know. I'm
content to know I can really turn a girl on." He paused
and looked up at her. "I guess I've always felt I had a
lot in common with Woody Allen, and being able to excite
you is a real ego boost."
"Want to get dressed and go to lunch with me?" Anne said.
"Sure," he said, smiling as he sat up. "Um, can I ask you
out to dinner this evening?"
"You can," Anne said, realizing as she said it that she was
accepting a date, something she'd never done before. Anne
looked seriously at him, enjoying the way he looked sitting
naked on her bed. "You know what? I don't know what love
is, but I think you might be the one I need to help me
learn."
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