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"Can I have a sip?"

"Sure."

Michael sampled a few drops of the foul-tasting diet softdrink, basking in the beauty of the cute blond freshman from whom he had bummed the sip. He and Steve had come a few minutes late into the numerical analysis lecture and Michael picked the two seats near the back only because of the cute babe with the soda.

"Thanks," he said handing the can back.

"No problem," she smiled back. She had perfect white teeth Michael noticed. Without the glasses she'd be a model.

Michael took out his clipboard and started copying the first two boards of linear programming equations. The blond glanced at the paper he was writing on and noticed that the subject, lecture number, date, and topic headings were pre-printed on the otherwise blank graph paper. His handwriting was fast but neat and he used a template to draw colorful diagrams.

"Another nerd," Karen sighed disappointedly. "Too bad; he had the body for it," she thought to herself. Karen had just broken up with her third boyfriend in as many months. The guys up north were either drunk frat boys or boring nerds. The obnoxious yankee sitting next to her was cute but didn't even have the time to notice her.

As soon as the bell sounded for the break, a pandemonium of folding desks and babbling voices erupted, drowning out the end of the professor lecture.

"You a computer person?" Michael asked the cute blond alluringly.

"Not hardly; I'm a civil engineering major," Karen told the obnoxious yankee. "What about y'all?"

"Biomed," he replied gazing into her blue eyes. The pupils weren't round; She had weird eyes, he thought. The pupils dilated as she looked at him and Michael's heart skipped a beat. He had just read in "Popular Psychology" that pupil dilation meant physical attraction. Here was his chance to lose his virginity.

"Thanks for the soda. You busy for dinner?" he asked matter-of-factly.

"Um, er... no," she stammered. His question took her completely by surprise. "I live up the hill and usually take my supper at the Jenson Commons."

"Great accent," Michael thought. "'take my supper' Ha!" She sounds like a dixie bell. I wonder if she had a debut and lives on a big plantation at home.

"Jenson's food must be better than Leutner's on north campus. Hows about I pick you up for an early dinner and then we catch the movie at the film club? It's a gonna be a great film," he rambled.

"Well, I don't rightly know. We were never introduced," she said slowly.

"Come on. You can bring your roommates and friends. It'll be fun," he assured her.

"Well I suppose..."

"Great. Where do you live?" he asked.

"Well I do declare! I don't even know your name."

"Michael Wilson, from Philadelphia. Pleased to meet you." Michael offered his hand.

"Karen Lou-anne Hammaker. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Wilson," she said regaining some composure.

"Please call me Michael," he said smiling broadly. "Where should I pick you up?"

"I live in the Morely dormitory. I can meet you in the lounge there at 6:30. Will that be all right?"

"That's a little late. The film starts at 6:30. What about 5:30? Is that too early?"

"No. 5:30 will be fine."

The word sounded like "fahn" when she spoke it. Michael couldn't help smiling broadly at her beguiling southern accent.

The film was an excellent Swedish adventure story called "Man on the Roof," and had short slices of Swedish life including some steamy sex. Michael took her hand at the begining of the film and massaged her fingers and palms ever-so-lightly. By the time the film was over she was very wet.

"Come on, I'll walk you home," he said as the lights came up.

"Thank you."

They held hands during the walk and talked about school, professors and the film. When she unlocked the dormitory door, he came inside with her and followed her wordlessly up the stairs to the suite she shared with four other girls.

No one was in the common living room when they arrived and they went into her tiny bedroom. Karen closed the door and gestured for Michael to sit on the tiny bed. She sat next to him and without a word they embraced and started necking.

Michael had problems breathing when he was kissing a girl. Though he had had a lot of practice petting and necking, he could never get his breathing right. He somehow couldn't breathe through his nose properly, and didn't want to exhale in the girl's mouth. It made him nervous and he took uneven, raspy breaths.

"Relax," Karen told him.

Michael pushed her down onto the bed, kicked off his shoes and climbed up next to her, after which they resumed the necking; he concentrated on breathing regularly through his nose. Soon his hand wandered down to her blouse, roughly massaging her breasts. Then he put his hand on her jeans and started boisterously massaging her vagina. Karen had no objections and continued their hot french kissing. His touch was quite rough and he was applying too much pressure, but she had gone through worse. Sensing no resistance, Michael started to un-button her jeans.

"Do you really want to do this?" she asked him earnestly.

"Yes," he said seriously.

"No regrets?" she asked.

"Of course not."

She started undressing quickly and efficiently. He had to hurry to catch up with her. Before climbing under the covers he noticed her creamy white skin and red pubic hairs.

Michael had never been in bed naked with a girl before and didn't really know how to begin. He had often fantasized about sex, of course and was determined to try cunnulingus before mounting. After roughly and inadeptly massaging her erect nipples and very wet vagina, he slid down the bed and started licking the opening of her vagina. The taste made him nauseous and he almost threw up his dinner. He did not stop, however, determined to do it right. Every few seconds he searched for her clitoris with his toungue but couldn't find it and went back to licking the opening of her vagina and vulva just above it.

Smiling at his eager ineptidude, Karen finally pulled his face up to hers and kissed him long and passionately. She positioned his body on top of hers and spread her legs in missionary position. Michael had no idea how to orient himself to enter her dripping cunt. He lay on top of her patiently waiting for her to get his cock inside her. She had to do all the maneuvering with his weight clumsily on top of her. She finally settled his cock into her cunt and thrust her hips up rhythmically. Michael picked up the rhythm after a few strokes, but got carried away and his penis came out. He helped her get it back in and started pumping again. After a few minutes of fervent rutting, his cock came out again. He was getting better at finding her cunt and got it back in himself.

Soon after he put his penis back into her cunt he was again delightedly pumping fast and hard. Before long, Karen was moaning in orgasmic ecstacy. Michael hardly noticed and couldn't believe at first that she had climaxed. He slowed his rhythm.

"Are you through?" he asked innocently.

"Yeah," she said, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer. Now that she was concentrating solely on keeping his cock inside her, Michael's inexperienced thrusting was easier for her to control. In a few minutes, he was ejaculating, grunting softly as his cock spat hot semen deep into her vagina.

"Do you want to try again?" he asked shyly.

"I suppose," she said. She could feel that his penis was still hard inside her vagina and it did not feel like it was getting any softer. She had never made love to anyone as young as Michael and wondered if all virgins had the staying power of this one.

He started pumping again slowly, kissing and licking her lips softly. Soon the rhythm, intensity, and pressure increased of his coital plunges. Karen pushed her pubic bone against him hard at each inward thrust. In a half hour she was moaning again. This time Michael felt her shudder and the realization that she was having an orgasm made him suddenly very hot. In ten quick, forcefull strokes he was exploding again, amplifying Karen's pleasure and prolonging her orgasm.

Karen noticed that Michael was not sweating or even breathing hard, another new experience for her. Her over-sensitive vagina felt that his penis was still hard inside her and it was a bit irritating; this time, however, she felt it getting softer.

"Thank God for small favors" she thought to herself.

When his penis shrank somewhat, Michael withdrew and carefully rolled off her. He held her close, kissed and cuddled with her a few minutes before speaking.

"Thanks," he said haltingly. "If you couldn't tell, that was my first time."

"And your second, honey," she drawled affectionately.

They smiled and talked about grades, engineering core courses, marriage, numerial analysis, and the human condition. At length Michael got bored.

"Do you want to try again?" he asked timidly.

"My my, Michael, but you are a virtuoso virgin," she teased him. "Let's see if you're really up to it." She reached down and started rubbing his cock with her palm. Her deft manipulations betrayed her experience and Michael speculated about hand jobs she had given boys in High School.

Michael's penis rose to the occasion and in a few minutes he was on top of her again, driving his cock into her vagina hard and hurredly. In fact his rhythm and pressure were not very pleasing to Karen who basically just lay there submissively.

"How ya doin?" he asked after a while.

She pecked a little kiss on his lips and pulled her knees up to give him deeper penetration. The new position and deeper penetration put more pressure on his cock. Each stroke brought him unconsciously closer to ejaculation. Unprepared for the sudden sensual amplification, Michael suddenly realized he was about to ejaculate again.

"I'm going to..." he said. His cock spurted hot semen deep into Karen's sore cunt and he grunted ecstatically.

"Should I go?" he asked groggily a few minutes later.

"If you don't, you'll be the ninth guy to sleep here this semester," she replied brightly.

"You mean I can stay?" he asked enthusiastically.

"Sure. Move over and give me some covers."

He woke up the next morning with Karen in his arms and a hard, hot cock poking at the covers. He gently fondled Karen's breasts, blissfully staring at her beautiful face and long sensuous hair. Still half asleep, Karen blindly fumbled under the covers and brushed against his huge burning erection. She befuddedly pulled him on top of her, and for the fourth time in his life Michael was joyfully copulating. In five minutes he exploded.

"I'm sorry," he said apologetically. "Are you close?"

She actually was starting to get aroused. She kissed him as he continued to pump his dick in and out. However, in a few short minutes, his erection subsided.

"I'm sorry," he said again forlornly.

"But I enjoyed it, Michael," she said cheerfully.

"When's your first class?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Ten o'clock. Why?"

"I have to be at Strosacker at eight for Logic. Come with me to breakfast?"

"No thanks. I'd really rather get some more sleep."

Karen smiled affectionately and watched him get dressed.

"I'll call you," Michael said on his way out.

In fact, he never saw Karen again. She avoided him in classes, and never returned his calls. He learned later that she dropped out of school and went to live in New Orleans. Eighteen, and no-longer a virgin, Michael faced the task of finding a girl friend, or at least a sex partner, with a new and pleasant perspective.

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