	Mom always told me I had to keep a firm grip on my dates or
they'd take advantage of me, and I mean to keep in control.  I'm
in college now; a freshman at a decent school; far enough from
home to keep 'em from coming up without calling, and close enough
to go home to wash my clothes.  I'm no highschool girl; I'm a
college woman.  Smart, beautiful and in control.  Actually I get
a bit of a rush when I push those octopus hands away, or give
them the "Cold Look" when they try to go farther than I want them
to.
	Dave's lips press against mine softly, and I moan into his
mouth.  About time I found a good kisser; I think I went through
a dozen or more guys before I found one who could kiss worth a
damn, and isn't that the most important thing?  I mean, if we
stay together forever, we'll both get old and wrinkly, but we'll
still be able to kiss.
	Standing, our arms wrapped around each other, I feel his hand
slide up into my long blonde hair, holding my head tightly, his
other hand running down to the small of my back as our tongues
fly against each other; first quick little strokes, then long,
slow caresses.  His taste is sweet; that little tang that makes
me think of cool spices, though his kiss heats up my body like it
was on fire.
	His hand moves down to my butt, softly caressing and
occasionally squeezing my tight rear.  He thinks he's getting
away with something; isn't that cute?  We've only been dating for
about two months and I don't want him to go too far too quickly.

	We're going slowly; I'm not just hopping in bed with a guy
because he pays for a movie!  The first date he got a kiss at the
door; you know, the normal thing.  Second date I decided to let
him french-kiss me and I almost melted into the seat of his car.
Didn't I tell you he could kiss?  Woof!  The next two weeks we
would go out, do the first half of what we said we'd do, then
spend the second half kissing.  I let him grab my butt and put
his hands on my legs, but I'm not letting him go too quickly.
	This month I allowed him varying ammounts of contact with my
breasts.  First quick touches, then rubbing the tops of them, but
no nipples, then play through my shirt.  Last week I let him put
his hand under my shirt and it nearly drove ME wild.  I let him
unbutton my shirt and his "roman hands" went all over my belly
and breasts while we kissed.
	Last time I let him put his hand under my bra, but it dug into
my back and the bottom of my other boob.  Uncomfortable to say
the least.  The thought breaks my concentration and we break the
kiss; I stand there looking into his eyes.  He has great, soft
brown eyes that get a wild look from time to time, kinda like he
was being hunted.  He's a junior working on his fine arts degree;
the best type of guy.  Creative, deep, and sexy.  Hmmm.  I think
I'll take off my shirt tonight, if he earns it.
	"What we doin' tonight," I ask.
	He smiles.  I love that smile.  "How about the movie at the
auditorium, then come back here for dessert?"
	Time for the cold look...
	He grins, and picks up the box he brought in.  "I baked 'em
myself.  The brownies may be from a mix, but I finished 'em just
before dinner.  Sheesh.  Always thinking the worst of me."
	"Well, I guess it's OK then."  I say, trying to keep my haughty
air.  I fail, and end up grinning along with him.  Ok.  One point
to the big boy.  He lets me sneak a brownie before we go, then
it's off to the movie.
	You know, I think colleges run to the "Oldies" section when they
pick the movies they are going to show.  Not that it's all that
bad; no one but the geeks in the front row actually watches them.
 We stopped watching after the first twenty minutes and got down
to some serious petting.  Oh, how his lips set me on fire.  His
hands have been roaming all over my chest, stroking my belly.  He
tweaks my nipples, two hard little points straining against my
shirt, and I groan into his mouth.  It's hard not to be loud; I
can't wait to get back to my room tonight so I can make some
noise.  I'm all turned on, with time to spare; I think I want to
explore something new.
	I release my hold on his head and bring my hand forward to
caress his pecs.  Nice, strong muscular chest, and only a tiny
roll at his beltline.  I love stroking that chest, but I want
more; the light squeezes on my nipples have me really going
tonight.  I caress his hip, sliding my hand down to his knee,
then up along the top of his leg.  I repeat the stroke a number
of times, watching my hand move slightly towards his crotch each
time.  I feel his hand move across my belly and towards my
crotch.  Not yet, I think, grab his hand and re-deposit it on my
breast.  My turn to play tonight.
	He resumes his caresses until that golden moment when I feel the
hard lump of his penis beneath his jeans.  I've never touched a
penis before.  Well, there was that time that Russel put my hand
in his lap in highschool.  What a moron; he was always trying to
go too far.  This time I'm in control.
	I trace its length through the materiel of his jeans.  It feels
like a roll of quarters, only a bit longer.  I notice as I stroke
it that his hands have stopped moving and his eyes keep jumping
back and forth between my hand and my eyes.  I love the look on
his face as I scratch the fabric over the pointed tip of his
penis.  I stop when he gets flushed.  As soon as I did, he pulls
me in towards him and his lips close over mine.  MMmmmmm.  The
lights go up; I guess the movie is over.  I get up to go after he
breaks the kiss, but he holds me down.
	"Could we wait a minute," he asks, and points to his obvious
stiffie.
	"Well, OK," I say.  "I guess I should be nice since I caused the
problem."
	"Problem?  Give me problems like this anytime.  You do bring it
about from time to time without even being near me, you know. 
Just the thought of you."
	That's a good thing, I think.  Well, maybe I'll touch it some
more tonight.  I don't know.  I should probably hold off on that
until I'm more ready to have sex with him, and I don't think that
will happen for a while yet.  I want my first time to be with
someone I love.  I haven't really been holding off for marriage,
just for the right guy.  Well, I WAS holding off for marriage in
highschool, but I'm much older now.  That virginity 'till
marriage is for the geeks in the front row.
	Well, a few kisses should give him enough time to soften, but as
I move in for a good one, one of his classmates starts walks by
and starts up a conversation.  I start giving him the cold look,
but he ignores it completely.  Doesn't he know I'm on a date
here?  Ah well.
	We return to my room and plow through the brownies while sitting
on the edge of my bed so we can watch some TV.  Nothing is as
good as a brownie and Buffy.  I'm feeling good and relaxed as he
caresses my cheek.  I turn to face him and his hand slowly floats
down to my boob.  How hot his hands make me.  I close my eyes as
I feel both of his hands massaging my smallish, but firm breasts
in circles, pushing against my nipples with his palms.  Now his
fingers rotate back and forth in smaller and smaller circles. 
Tuning a radio, I think, and can't supress a grin.  Ahhh.  He
reaches my nipples, pinching lightly.  Ohhh.  He repeats the
motions a few times, each feeling better than before.  I feel one
of his hands slide down my belly, slowly coming back up under my
t-shirt.  His hands are so warm on my belly, so smooth.  My
nerves are tingling at his touch; a spark flying from my toes to
my chin.  I peek at him, opening one eye just a bit, and decide.
I stand up, and keeping eye contact with him, slowly raise my
shirt.  By the time my shirt is above my navel his eyes have
dropped down to watch the progress, gazing at my creamy white
skin.
	When my shirt is high enough that it blocks my eyes, I just pull
it off quickly, then bounce down next to him.  "I guess I'm a
fool for your strong, warm hands,"  I say, and cling to him for
another kiss, his hands running up and down my bare stomach. 
Smooth, warm, dry hands, making me soft as jello beneath his
touch.  He leans me back and I lay back on the bed, my bare feet
on the floor, my head in the clouds.  His hands rub my breasts
through the materiel of my bra, I almost wish I hadn't worn the
thing.
	After about 4 or 5 minutes of rubbing my skin, stroking my skin
- untouched by any male until today - I feel his hands drop to
the center of my chest and start trying to undo the front
fastener on my bra.  I'm not sure I want that quite yet, but my
mind is relaxed from his touch and I'm feeling a bit less
inhibited.  Sure.  Why not.  I let my eyes close again, the cold
air on my nipples telling me that he was successful.  His hands
feel sooooo good, touching lightly, then squeezing a bit, then a
bit more.  When he held onto my stiff nipples and pulled, I
thought I was going to explode right there.  My body raised up
after him on its own, my back arching with pleasure at the
sensations.  I feel his hands on my chest, my breasts in the vee
between his thumbs and forefingers, a little pressure keeping
them from sliding down to the side, and suddenly the heat of his
mouth, sucking my left nipple.  Wow!  So Hot!  His tongue flicks
up and down, shooting fire through my body each time it passes
over the distended tip of my nipple.
	He pulls away.  I expect the mouth on my other nipple, but then
a stream of cold air on my wet left nipple makes me push down
into the mattress.  That's not fair!  His hand pushes below my
body and pulls me up into his greedy mouth.  The sensations are
intense!  Why didn't I do this earlier?  I shiver all over as he
leaves my left nipple and I feel his tongue circling my right
areola, like a shark circling its prey.  His hand comes up and
massages my left breast, gently squeezing, pushing it around and
the sensations make me feel on top of the world.  Then his tongue
flicks across the tip of my nipple and I jerk.  Again and again
from different directions he assaults my nipple, my body spasming
at each contact, until his lips surround my nipple and take it
into that dark, warm place.
	It wasn't an orgasm, exactly.  I just feel warm all over and so
relaxed.
	I feel his hand resting on my crotch, touching that most private
place through my skirt.  I should smack his hand away, but I
don't want to move.  I don't remember ever feeling this good, and
I don't want it to end.  Just a little more, then I'll stop him.
	But his lips on my nipples take my attention away, bouncing back
and forth from one to the other.  Licking, sucking, then trying
to devour my whole breast into his hot mouth.  How does he excite
me so much?  I can't believe this.  I'm all flustered, not
thinking straight.  His hand has been stroking my cunnie, up and
down, his lips teasing me.  He grabs my nipple with his teeth,
sucking the breast upwards and pulls up until the skin is
streatched taught.  I rocket to another height!
	And his hand feels so good on my bare inner thigh, moving up to
stroke my panties.  So soft, so warm, so hot.  Wait a minute; I
open my eyes and look down; he had been pulling up my skirt as he
stroked between my legs, and now my skirt is a puddle around my
waist.  Why am I letting him go so far?  I should stop thi.... 
But his mouth attaches to my other nipple and takes all of my
attention.  Well, if he makes me feel this good, I guess I can
let him stay there for another minute or two.
	His hand strokes my thighs like I was doing to him at the
theater, moving in slow circles towards my mound.  Slowly his
circles move inwards, and now they are almost a line stroking my
inner thigh, and up across my panties.  Each time he comes across
my slit I can't help bucking up into him.  He starts pushing my
panties between my lips, getting them wet with the proof of my
excitement, coming closer and closer to my clit at the end of
each upstroke.  I begin to stiffen as his strokes become shorter
and shorter, concentrating on that special place.  The flat of
his hand strokes my leg just outside of my panties, and I feel
his thumb push under them, then lift up and his hand is on my
flesh, one finger digging into me where no one has been before.
	I grab hold of the blanket and steel myself, "Dave, I..." I get
out, but then his finger touches my clit.  My back curls, my jaw
drops as I pull in a deep breath.  His finger slides up and back,
stunning me into silence.  Masterbation was never like this!  He
sucks in my nipple, nibbling lightly, and all I can do is groan
out "Aaahhhh, Daaaave."
	His finger moves up and down, faster and faster, and I feel
myself pushing against the floor, lifting my butt off of the bed.
 Anything for more.  My body starts to tighten up, then start
vibrating against his touch.  His lips move up to mine, kissing
away all thoughts or conciousness, save for the feeling of his
fingers, moving me closer to paradise.
	Oh.  I buck up into his hand as a shock travels from my clit to
my hair and down to my curled toes.  "Aaah," I exhale into his
mouth as a second shock hits me.  "Ahhh, Ahhh, OOOOooooo!"  Then
my eyes flash open as a lightning bolt makes my body stiff as a
board, the orgasm running through me, holding my mind and soul
suspended from my body.  I return, nearly delerious and drained
from the experience.
	I lay back on the bed and breathe, languidly feeling the blanket
beneath my back, the cool floor on the soles of my feet.  David
is sitting now on the edge of the bed, stroking my legs,
occasionally reaching back to touch a breast.  I close my eyes
again and smile.
	"Oh, David," I pant, "I can't remember ever being this high."
	He stands and moves between my legs.  "Lift your butt," he says.
 I do and he removes my skirt and panties.  I don't care; he was
just touching there anyway.  Between the afterglow of my orgasm
and wanting to please my man, I'll do just about anything. 
Consequences will be handled tomorrow, right now I just feel
wonderful.
	I hear him take off his shirt, then feel him lay ontop of me, my
breasts pressing into his bare chest, his jeans pressing against
my belly.  His hands feel so good as they trace their way around
my head, stroking my jaw and ears and temples.  His kiss is soft,
his hands warm.  I bring my knees across his back, holding him to
me.  His kisses roam my face; my nose, my cheeks, up to my
forehead and over to an ear, down my jawline and under my chin. 
I let my legs uncross, put one heel on either side of the bed and
concentrate on the feelings his lips bring as they tease my skin.
	Down they go to my neck, sucking on the hollow at the bottom,
then move diagonally to my breast, skipping the sensitive and
re-hardening nipple.  He kisses under my breast, across to the
other one, where after some torturous play of coming close and
moving away, he sucks on my nipple.
	"Ahhh.  About time."  I grin, my eyes still closed.
	After a moment he moves back towards the other one, but stops at
the middle of my cleavage and moves downwards, ending up kissing
my belly button, swirling his tongue and making me giggle.  Oh
my; he's moving lower.  I've read about oral sex, but I expected
I'd be the only one doing it.  Will he really?  Maybe I have
found the right guy.  I really don't know if I can take another
orgasm, though.  I should pull him back up.  Just another moment;
it feels so good.
	He kisses the top of my patch of pubic hair, then drags his
tongue down the crease at my right leg, slides over and licks his
way back up.  Oh.  I feel his fingers slide up and down my vulva,
the lips parted because of the position of my legs.  Then his
tongue decends into the crevice and makes a slow, long lick
ending just above my clit.  What a feeling!  So hot!  So sexy!
	His tongue starts flicking my clit, dropping down from time to
time to my virginal opening.  Good thing his pants are on or I'd
have to stop this alltogether.
	Those magic fingers appear on either side of my swollen outer
lips and pull apart lightly.  Just feeling his tongue on my clit,
cool air all around it drives me wild.  After a moment, he lets
go and goes back to stroking my clit with his tongue, three,
four, five strokes, then down to my vagina, and back up again. 
This repeated stimulation is driving me mad.
	He stops for a moment, shifting around.  I guess the hard floor
is tough on his knees, but then he is back, picking up where he
left off.  Next thing I know he's grabbed my ankles and put them
over his shoulders.
	The touch of skin to skin is a beautiful thing, I think to
myself, as I trace my feet across his broad back, ending up with
them resting just below his shoulderblades while his tongue
knocks out all other thought.  My clit is peeking at him from
under its hood, and getting bathed in saliva as he flicks it left
and right, up and down, driving me wild.  He places a finger at
my opening and my excitement doubles.  He slides in a little bit
and I can't help rutting into his face.
	Oh.
	Oh My God.
	I start to tense as my body edges towards the biggest orgasm of
my life.  His hands push my legs upwards and apart, the
cunillingus stops as he lifts up; I shake my head.  "More.  MORE!
 Don't Stop Now?!?!?"
	He kisses me on my lips; I taste my juices as I feel his hips
between my legs, his penis laying across my open pussy lips.  I
stare at him in shock, then look down at it as he pulls back, my
body slack from suprise as he pulls up at my thighs.  I start to
say "Um, um, I..., I'm noaaaaaaat..." as his penis lines up with
my waiting vagina, and pushes forward, entering an inch.
	The feeling of being entered engulphs me.  So many nerves are
firing off messages to my brain that all I can get out is a
"Wwwwhhhaaaaa..." as he pushes in another inch.  There's a
stretchy feeling as he comes into me, and a tighter, somewhat
painful feel behind it, kind of like when you play with a scab.
	Time slows down, or maybe my brain speeds up.  I know I should
stop.  I need to stop; I didn't want him to go this far.  Not
tonight, anyway.  Maybe next week.  But it feels so... right. 
And I do want him; is wanting the same as loving?  Is it too
late?  I mean, he IS inside me.  I'm technically not a virgin
anymore.  The streatchy feeling is exquisit, and I'm so excited
by all that's happened.  Well, I can control other things.  I
think I'll keep going; hope it doesn't hurt too much.  "Slow...
Please..." is all I say as he relentlessly sinks his daggar into
my sheeth.  He pulls back a bit and pushes forward again.
	Oh, he is big.  It's so tight, stretching me, filling upwards. 
I wonder if it will go up into my stomach, but then I feel his
belly rest on mine and know he is in me all of the way.
	He looks into my eyes and I smile at him, kissing him lightly on
the lips.  He pulls back and I feel my body closing tightly
behind him as he pulls away.  I sigh as I feel the emptiness, and
close my legs around his butt, pulling him back inside.  He is so
warm, so good, filling me up until I can take no more, then
pulling back, the smooth feel of him sliding in and out.
	I feel so warm, so complete as he lays his body along mine, his
arms on either side of my body, his head over my shoulder, his
chest pressing against my breasts.  He lifts his butt and I feel
his penis sliding in my channel, slickly caressing my insides. 
With my legs about him I feel the movement as one long connected
motion as the sides of his butt between my legs, pausing as he
reaches the top of his stroke, then smoothly moving downwards. 
The motion starts at my thighs and ends in my vagina as I loose
track of where he ends and I begin.
	This is a dangerous game we're playing.  The thought runs
through my head as I feel his belly on mine, his bare penis
filling my vagina completely.
	"David," I nearly sing his name as the emotions bounce back and
forth in my skull.  He pulls back his head, his penis deeply
inside of me, and his eyes look into mine.  Before I can say
another word his hands clasp my head and his lips press against
mine.  The motion of his penis as we kiss nearly brings me to
orgasm, but I stop the kiss and, shaking from the pent-up energy,
look him in the eye.
	"David, we have to stop this now.  I didn't, well, I don't want
to be a tease, but I..."  Words fail.  He looks dissapointed as
he shifts position.  I feel his knees pull up on either side of
my waist, and he sits back on his heels, looking down at me, his
penis still deeply inside.
	"Ok, my love, I'll stop if you want, although I was saving this
little thing for last.  I could do it if you want, and I KNOW
you'll like it."
	I look up at him from the bed.  He used the "L" word.  Maybe it
will be OK.  Maybe I should wait until he says it again.  I don't
know.  Why didn't he say it before?  Why now, with both of us
naked?  When he's up there and I can't hug him close?  Oooohhh!!!
 And why didn't anyone tell me it would feel this GOOD!
	While I was lying there speachless, he shuffled forwards a
little, lifting my back up onto his knees.  He lifts my legs up
and I rest them on his shoulders, my toes pointed at the ceiling.
 I guess he took my indecision as a sign to continue.  I do want
him to stop, don't I?  Do I?
	He reaches around my legs and grasps my rock-hard nipples.  As
he does so, his penis touches that sensitive spot inside of me,
making me jump, my vagina clasping at his prick.  One of his
hands massages my breast as the other strokes its way down to my
tummy.  "Ooooohhhhhhhh David," I croon.
	I feel his thumb rubbing circles in my pubes, then parting my
pubic hair, rubbing lightly at my skin.  He rocks back and forth
and my body feels like it is floating.  His hand on my breast
squeezes gently and I arch my back, thrusting myself onto him as
I feel his other hand grazing lower.  The other thumb hooks
downwards and begins circling my clit, and my body starts to
shake.
	"Yes!"
	"OH My Lord, Yes!"
	My head thrashes side to side as the orgasm approaches, turning
my hair into a blond cloud.  I can feel my insides clenching at
his penis, which feels huge inside of me, rubbing back and forth
as he rocks my body.  His thrusts are faster as he rolls my clit
with his thumb.  His balls bounce against my ass with a soft
rythmic pat.  He is going to cum in me, I think to myself.  I'm
not ready for this.  I'm unprotected and in the middle of my
cycle.  My egg is waiting for his cum to fertilize it, to make me
pregnant.
	My mind wants me to push him away, to get him to stop, but my
body is too far gone.  My arms flail back and forth as the orgasm
takes me, thundering through my lithe body like lightning.  A cry
comes from my lips, crazy sound that fills my ears as I give my
body over to the pure emotion.  My legs slide off of his
shoulders to clamp onto his body, holding him inside me as my
vaginal muscles contract against his bloated erection, massaging
it, pulling at it.
	I look up at him, and I know his cum is beginning.  His hand
releases my breast and he grabs my upturned ass, falling forwards
as he pulls me into his virile dick.  I'm almost folded in half
now, my knees inches above my shoulders, and I watch his face in
amazement as he cums.  His hips buck hard into me, incredibly
deep in me now, sending his seed splashing at the mouth of my
cervix, which is passing them far into my womb.  I think I can
feel it as he fills me, millions of little stars swimming
upstream to their destination.  My mind is frozen with fear as my
body exults in passion.  His strong legs against my ass as he
pulls me into him again, and a second dose of semen makes its way
up inside of me.
	Slowly he collapses on top of me, my legs resting in the crooks
of his arms as his head bent to lay between my breasts.  Our
breath comes in ragged gasps.  I am filled to overflowing, the
cooling excess squishing around his penis where it lays still
deep inside me, dripping along my back to pool under me.  I lay
on my back and hug him with my whole body, knees slipping around
his rib cage, warm in his tight embrace.  There is no question
but that even the slowest of his sperm are traveling to my egg,
but caught up in the glow of the moment, all I can do is hold him
and say, "I love you."
