Chapter 1: Background
Hi. My name's Phil.
A few years back, I attended a small college on the gulf of Mexico in
order to finish up my BA. When I chose the school, I had no idea of the
surprises that awaited me; I had been seeing someone and we transferred
there together, but broke up 6 months later, leaving both of us to explore
the more social aspects of the school. As it turned out, I had much to be
grateful for....
The school was reputable academically, yet socially must have been the
US's best kept college sex secret. I was amazed to find out how much
rampant sex there was going around. Phew. Of course, I never heard much
about really bizarre or heavy group sex, just a LOT of what most people
would consider normal sex, often with people we all just didn't know well.
And it was all within the college environment. There were less than 2000
people at this school, and if you didn't go there, you didn't fit in, and no
one would have known a thing.
It was called scrumping, and/or hooking up. There were these parties,
almost always one on Friday night and one on Saturday night, and they were
BIG, and most everyone within the social crowd (about 2/3 of the students)
showed up at one time or another. The parties would start at 9pm, get busy
by around 11pm, and pretty much end by around 2am. There were inevitably
themes, varying from bands to DJ's to tropical ideas to any other idea
someone could come up with for a party. But it was always the same thing.
And even though people complained about it all the time, everyone still went
and participated in some fashion or other.
Some people didn't participate in hooking up. Some people refused to
sleep with some drunk person they met at a party, even if they wanted to,
and just socialized with friends. That was ok. Also, many people preferred
to have girlfriends and boyfriends, and sometimes those relationships lasted
a while. More often they didn't, and then such relationships only served
the purpose of giving people allegedly safe & reliable sex with a single
partner, for as long as that lasted. Even so, most people didn't go to a
blood testing center together to be sure of their new partners. But some
did.
Actually scrumping wasn't really having sex. Scrumping was when girls
(or boys-- I don't want to be sexist, but it applied more to girls) didn't
really want to have intercourse, but got really horny and dry-humped. They
kept their underwear on, kissed & petted and did everything else, and
generally made sure the guy was satisfied so he wouldn't ask for anything
else. Just wanted to clear up that term. But don't think that people ONLY
scrumped; rather, it was probably the exception to sex as opposed to the
rule.
So there was a LOT of sex going on. And the weird thing about it was
that two people who didn't necessarily know each other well, would go off
and have sex, maybe stay the night, and then not talk to each other after
that. Or not mention what happened. They would act like nothing happened!
I always thought that was really weird. Oh well. Whatever floats your
boat. A friend once confided in me something her best female friend once
said... she once passed a guy she slept with a couple of weeks prior, and
he said "hey, what's up?" and went on her way. She thought... "How can
you just be so nonchalant about it? I've seen your penis!!!!" I always got
a kick out of that story.
I never did fuck her. But I wanted to...
Anyhow, now that you have some background, I thought I'd start my
narrative with how I met my first Scrumper!
Chapter 2: My First Scrumper, and her Roommate!
I met my first scrumper while I was doing the laundry. I was a junior,
and we were in the beginning of the fall semester, actually during freshman
orientation. I was there as an orientation counsellor of sorts. I wasn't
formally, but I was associated with one of the student organizations that
wanted to be there and involved. One of the benefits was that I could move
into my dorm room before the other returning students.
I had spent a good deal of the summer (while working in the area)
designing and building a custom loft for my single dorm room (TINY, only
about 8x10 with an alcove & a closet. It was amazing, and it split the room
up literally into two stories, albeit VERY LOW CEILINGED, complete with a
section with no deck where the staircase (not ladder, a real but steep
staircase) rose up. My mattress was on top and my living room/
entertainment center was below. Although you might say my entertainment
center moved... upstairs... when the need arose. I had carpeting
everywhere, and the loft was immobile, way over designed, and sturdy. There
was NO flex in the upstairs deck. I could have put a waterbed on the top.
Anyway, I had a huge stereo, a couch, a bed, a desk, and just about
everything a college student could want (except a car). It was an amazing
room.
As if I didn't already know this, every new and returning student who
passed my door spent at least ten minutes dumbstruck either inside my room
or standing at the room's edge looking in, no doubt jealous. I had
conceived of this tiny space as being the ultimate dorm home, and it was.
Some of my friends referred to this later as a fuck-shack. Originally this
was not the intention (seriously!). But I didn't mind. Later on, it became
clear to me that that was one of the fringe benefits. Most people put
together their own little variation of the dorm routine. I had a home.
Anyhow, one afternoon during this frosh orientation, I was doing laundry.
And I had just put some clothes into the dryer and left the room when I saw
this pert strawberry blonde headed there with a basket full of clothes. She
smiled; I smiled back; I had no idea who she was, but she had really large
breasts, and I was glad I had sunglasses on to hide the fact that I was
staring. By themselves they were large, but because she was about my height
and also well built (trim, but not petite) they didn't seem too big. In
fact, they probably looked very proportionate, now that I think about it.
In any case, I just mumbled something about freeing up the washers, and that
I would be back a little later; I had to go get a haircut and might be a
little late in removing my clothes. She had to be a freshman.
That was all that happened until I got back. I dropped my wallet off in
my room and went to pick up my clothes in the dryers, when I noticed all of
my clothes *VERY* neatly folded on top of the dryer. I had never seen this
before! Never! Well, obviously, I was impressed, so when I brought the
clothes back to my room, I wrote a note saying "To whomever folded my
laundry: Thank you! I've never seen that before! If you feel like it, you
can come on by my room (and I put the room number) for a beer or soda. If
not, thanks again!" and I went and taped the note back to the dryer top.
I had almost forgotten the whole event when about an hour later, this
girl showed up in my doorway (I always left the door open when I wasn't
doing anything private-- friendlier that way I guess)! With a BIG grin! I
invited her in and found out her name was Kati and that she figured it was
just the expected courtesy to fold clothes so they don't wrinkle and I said
no one had ever done that for me and thanked her, while I handed her beer.
I jokingly asked if she was 18, and she said just barely (offering alcohol
to minors if you were an upperclassmen was both frowned upon SERIOUSLY and
ironically overlooked. Freshman were going to find a way to do as they
pleased anyhow.
So Kati accepted a beer, and we started talking. She thought my room was
amazing, and I thought she had great tits, considering the way they were
pushing out her t-shirt. Anyhow, nothing happened that afternoon, but what
I didn't know (until later) was that when she left, she ran to her room to
tell her roommate that she had met this JUNIOR with the most fantastic room.
She called me up to see if I was still planning on renting a movie with my
friend Marc, and if so could she come, and bring along her roommate. I
agreed, and after calling Marc, managed to convince him to spend some time
frosh-trim hunting. This was *orientation*, after all.
Marc and I both know this guy from the previous Summer who described his
orientation weeks as an upperclassman: If you don't get laid the first
night, you might as well stop trying. I thought this was pretty sexist;
although I wanted sex as much as the next guy; I (Don't think I'm a wimp;
I'm just too educated to treat women like dirt) just didn't think it was
worth fucking someone over after fucking them. I mean, if the girl is
interested in just FUCKING for the hell of it, GREAT. But I think date rape
is despicable. Anyhow, enough of my rambling.
That night Marc got the movies and came over to my room (he had a bigger
apartment off campus) but he always felt out of touch with the college scene
and the social life on campus. So he came over, and shortly after, we heard
a knock on the door. I knew it was Kati, and opened the door. BIG
surprise! I recognized the face behind her! And that BODY! Kati
introduced her roommate Christine to both of us. NICE TO MEET YOU....
...The Flashback...
I knew Christine not by name, but visually from something of a distance. On
the first day of orientation, all the frosh and the counsellors were supposed
to go to a big beach party held by the alumni council at this nearby strip
of deserted (usually) beach. The day was filled mostly with swimming,
tanning, volleyball and FOOD. Paradise for a little while. Well, Christine
was there I suppose with her roommate Kati; I DIDN'T NOTICE because
Christine was so hot. Christine blew away anyone within 10 yards of her.
BLAM! What a body! She was petite, but she still looked like she had these
amazing long tan legs. And they ended in the most fantastic, strong and
perfect bubble butt. Phew. She had small but beautifully rounded breasts
that stopped in these little dark pencil eraser nipples (VERY visible). And
her face... she had the sexiest little eyes and pouting lips MADE for
giving head. WOW. WOW. I was so busy staring at her through my glasses
that one of the counsellors I had been seeing during the end of the Summer
(through around that time) started to think I wasn't paying any attention to
her. We were sitting on the beach, and Christine was wading thigh deep
along with several girls. Hannah (the other counsellor) leaned over at me
and whispered into my ear... "Let's swim out a ways and fuck. I need your
cock inside me...." I got hard immediately.
Hannah liked to talk dirty, but she always giggled afterwards as if she felt
a little embarrassed about it. So we rolled into the water playfully (I
wasn't about to get up and walk in... sporting a tent pole) and began to
swim out for a bit. When we reached a safe distance (so that no one could
see under water, but still in front of EVERYONE), she pulled my trunks down
and grabbed my cock and squeezed really hard, causing me to gasp. She
quickly pulled her bikini bottom out of the way (side) and engulfed me. We
kissed for a while and just floated like that. It was perfect. It felt
soooo good; Hannah had a really tight snatch, but she also knew how to
squeeze her pussy really well. And she liked to fuck. But I didn't really
have a lot in common with her. So things were just starting to heat up...
Hannah started to pick up the pace...
And then I noticed her [Christine] staring at us. We were close enough that
I could see the faraway expression in her eyes; I was looking at the shore
and Hannah was facing towards me away at the water. Christine's mouth was
just open just a little bit and I could tell she was certain of what we were
doing. No one else seemed to notice us. I couldn't believe it... here,
Hannah was moving up and down on my cock, squeezing the cum right out of me,
and Christine was standing at the shore thinking who knows what. I stared
away at first, trying to be nonchalant about it, but Hannah started getting
more and more frenzied about her motions. She wasn't moving up and down a
lot, but she was squeezing my cock really hard and gyrating her hips in
towards me and forcing me in deep, and she was doing this little motion
faster and faster. I watched as Christine sat down and started wading in
the shallow water, and I was amazed at what I saw! She moved one of her
hands down where no one could see it, and she stared right at me as she
stared to frig herself! I couldn't stop thinking about fucking her instead
of Hannah!
I felt it building up from deep inside my balls and I whispered to Hannah,
"I'm... coming.. yeah... fuck me harder! That's it..." and she started to
speed it up. We weren't making a lot of fuss in the water, but as I started
to go over the brink, this 18 year old goddess in the water maybe 15-20
yards from us stared right into my eyes while her arm moved about under the
water, and mouthed the words... "come for me."
That did it! I went right over the edge and headfirst into the abyss! I
imagined it was that water nymphette's pussy I was spurting my come into
really hard; it was her cooing in my ear, and it was her squeezing the fuck
out of me. And then, it was her who reached down as I was coming and gently
squeezed and scratched my balls. I love that...
Well, Hannah did know how to fuck the shit out of me... but I knew from
that afternoon on that I needed to find another fuck-buddy (another term
from this fantastic educational institution).
The girl on the shore watched as we separated and drifted off to relax... I
kept looking over at her, and once mouthed back to her "thank you..." which
got a smile. But that was it, or so I thought.
Hannah and I didn't feel the need to speak to each other any more that day,
which was fine with me. It was time to move back on the prowl...
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So I said, "well, Christine, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."
Kati said "Do you two know each other? Damn! I thought I met you first!"
Christine responded, "no, we just saw each other and smiled once. This is
the first real meeting!" She smiled and turned, "Damn you have such a cool
room! Wow!"
I wondered if Marc was feeling left out, but he knew he had a cool apt., and
that he was going to have to put up with this as a price to stay in touch
with the college scene. So it was understood, unsaid. Kati turned to
Christine and said, "didn't I tell you! This is so well laid out! [nice
choice of words..] I told you, didn't I?" and Christine just nodded and
smiled.
I invited them both in and Marc sat down on the couch under the loft. The
lower space had a ceiling of 5 feet, so you really had to crouch to get
under there, which you HAD to do to reach the staircase, but you could stand
fully on the staircase except when you got to the top. That had 4 feet
clearance, so you had to kneel or crawl around (on the mattress...). Even
though it sounds tight, it worked really well.
I had already given a tour to Kati (all went above-board, nothing happened),
but Christine asked if she could check out the whole room, and when I said
yes, she started hopping up the stairs really fast to get a picture of
upstairs. I went on up and stood on the staircase. That left Marc and Kati
to say hello and meet (which they did), and because of the layout, they
couldn't see upstairs to my expressions or Christine, who was moving around
the top floor (mostly bed) and checking out the shelves behind (and the
mirror at the head of the bed-- tacky, but effective) and the GREAT view out
the bay window to the water not 30 feet away. I asked her "so how do you
like it?" She looked at me; her eyes got narrow and she licked her lips
suggestively...
This girl was incredible! First of all, although my ROOM was great, and I
got my share of good sex & friends, I didn't think I was all that great
looking. But here was this shameless gorgeous vixen writhing on my bed,
Kati and Marc talking downstairs, and before I had a chance to wink and say
let's go watch the movie, she moved back towards the pillows, faced me,
leaned back and reached down, spreading her legs.... and she just started
rubbing her crotch really hard... I just about died.
So I got my voice back and reminded her of the movie, and as she passed me
on the staircase on her way down (it was really steep so I gave her a hand),
she reached behind her in a way no one could see and stroked my erection
powerfully. I almost choked, it felt so good.
But nothing was to happen with Christine that night. Kati had taken an
interest in me, and I liked her too, just not as much as Christine.
Christine didn't seem to be interested in Marc. I didn't know why, I
figured that if she was that unabashedly licentious, she'd want it from
anyone. But she acted indifferent as the movie wore on. But we were
watching Die Hard and some other movie I can't remember, and throughout it
Kati moved closer & closer, and we ended up with her sitting on the floor
between my legs, elbows draped over my thighs. The couch was low, it was a
loveseat and it was a little crowded even with me, Christine and Marc
sitting on it. The room was small, and it made for close contact....
So after the movies ended, we all decided to go for a walk along the catwalk
between the dining hall and the music center (it went by the water), and
check out the moon and such. The air was warm and we were tired, but it was
the perfect way to end the evening, unless I was going to get laid. I think
women misunderstand men's sex drive as an inability to be romantic. If I
think something's romantic, it's going to get me excited, and I'm usually
going to want to get fucked silly afterwards. It's rare that I think
something's REALLY romantic, and then I don't feel sexually excited.
Anyway, Christine and Marc both felt like going home (separately), and we
all said goodnight, except Kati and I. Christine looked a little annoyed,
but kept it to herself (Kati HAD met me first, after all). And Kati and I
walked back to my room.
Immediately inside she turned to me and hugged me, squeezing me close to
her, and we started kissing lightly. She was obviously very tactile, but
not uncontrolled or seethingly hot under the collar... oh well. I was
enjoying her company. I was starting to get an aching erection, and did
nothing to hide it; on the contrary, I pressed it into her hip while we
stood, legs beginning to entwine. We sat down on the couch; well, ok we
LAY down on the couch as best we could, and started some light petting. I
had to feel that chest. I moved my right hand up her shirt and outlined the
edges of her right breast, avoiding massaging the nipples for a bit (make
her WANT it), and moved further up and started touching her neck. That made
her moan a little. That first skin contact on the neck is soooo sensitive.
But I returned and started pressing in and softly massaging her.
I think she blew a gasket. She started moaning louder and moving closer,
and her hands started moving around in a flurry. She got bolder and moved
her left hand down to my crotch, but too softly and too quickly before
moving away again. I was starting to get really frustrated now, but I tried
to restrain myself. I had been touching Kati for almost four hours since
seeing Christine stroke her pussy, and I really needed to come, any way she
wanted, NOW. But I held back; I didn't want to scare her, I just wanted to
encourage her. So I started getting more vocal and touching her with more
enthusiasm, and I said (the first thing since coming back to the room),
"Kati, I'm really attracted to you, and I'm also really excited. I hate
saying this, but so excited it hurts; we've been touching for so long now,
I've really got to get some relief. I don't know how far you want to go,
but if it's far, you don't have to worry about my getting disinterested if
you make me come, I'll be hard for a LONG time, from the feel of this one."
She laughed. Not at me, I could tell, I just don't think she expected such
an honest sounding plea. She leaned over and kissed me harder, and said "I
don't think I want to go all the way; we just met...."
And my heart sunk. But not my cock! She did, however, soften that letdown
with her hand moving back to my crotch, and pressing really hard. MAN, did
that feel good. "But I would like to help you out...." and she smiled a
devilish grin. She got up then, and motioned for me to follow her upstairs.
I didn't waste a second. I proceeded once up in the loft to lower the
blinds and turn on a red light bulb, which softened the mood a bit, and I
lay down next to her, laying back against two pillows. She rolled over on
her side, and started to unbuckle my belt.
She pulled my jeans completely off me, carefully freeing my tent pole,
pushing my underwear straight up, and she got this hazy look on her face,
moving slowly up to touch me. She reached out and stroked my dick lightly
through my underwear, and raised herself up, being careful of the ceiling,
and settled down on my knee, so she could grind against my leg while she
jerked my meat. I said "enough of this teasing..." in a hoarse voice and
she quickly pulled off my underwear, gasping softly as she did so. My penis
isn't really long, it's only about 6 or MAYBE 6 1/2 inches when ready to
blow (!), but it's thick. It's about as thick as a medium sized thin girl's
wrist. I could tell that she wanted it; she started to grind faster, but
she didn't undress. She just reached out, and started playing with me with
both hands. She wasn't super experienced, but what she was doing still felt
great. And I was really close to coming. So she continued what she was
doing and I told her, don't stop exactly what you're doing... just squeeze
a little harder with that hand and lightly cup my balls..." And she smiled.
And she did just that.
In spite of what I asked, and since I tend to tense up for a while before I
cum, she noted this and started to speed up a little and that felt REALLY
good... I was getting really close. She looked like she was enjoying how
much pleasure she was clearly giving me, and reached her own free left hand
down her open jeans and started moving it up and down really fast.
Suddenly, I don't think she meant to, but she started squeezing really hard
and I felt that familiar and OH SO needed tightening in my balls, and I
started pumping my cum straight up into the air; I didn't even have time to
warn her, and when she saw it, she dived down and closed her mouth over the
whole head, and continued to pump me up and down.
I arched my head back and screamed "OHHHHHH FUCK!" really loudly as the
waves rocked my body. she just sucked for all she was worth and drained me,
a little bit leaking out of the side of her mouth, but when I was done, she
wiped it up and swallowed it all. I didn't expect that. She sat up, not
letting go, and smiled, saying she'd never done that before and that she
wanted to. I didn't mind a bit and told her how good it felt. She pulled
her hand out of her jeans and I reached out and licked her fingers clean,
telling her how good she tasted. She got really embarrassed and made a
weird face, but I pulled her close and she settled down on top of me.
I asked her to take off some of her clothes and she agreed, without too much
hemming and hawing. She slowly pulled off her top and unsnapped her bra,
and out poured these *great* really good sized, firm breasts with nipples a
little larger than I usually like, but *great* nonetheless.
For a little while I stroked and massaged and licked them, giving her a lot
of attention in return, and she just wanted to kiss deeply for a while. But
I hadn't lost my hard-on one bit, and it started to tingle a little again,
feeling like it could use some more action...
Kati lay back on the bed, and pulled me on top of her, and I just leaned in
and started kissing her. The action got hotter really quickly, and she
didn't seem to mind one bit as I started to grind our crotches together; on
the contrary she started to grind back. The pressure was really fantastic,
but her jeans were something of a hard and irritating surface to push
against.
I pulled back a bit, looked at her body, and said, "look, no pressure, but
if we're going to keep this up, can we take these off? I want to feel your
skin, not this canvas. Besides, it's a little irritating..." She looked
puzzled for a second, but then helped me to slip them off. Unfortunately,
her panties, although cute, weren't really exciting, but that made little
difference. I didn't think she expected anyone to be seeing them. But I
could tell she had this small dark bush peeking out a little from the edges,
and I could see the swell of her lips and the damp spot all over the lower
reaches of her panties. Man I wanted to fuck her. But for the time being
she just pulled me down on top of her to resume where we left off.
This was *much* better... I got more excited almost immediately; I was
grinding my cock right up and down her clit, and my balls were slapping
against her lips. Her mouth hung open while we moved, and she looked down
at my cockhead peeking up at her along her stomach, and then up at me again
and kissed me hard, shoving her tongue halfway down my throat. We were
getting really heated, and she raised her legs halfway up, giving me much
better leverage. My cock moved down, and the ridge along the underside
settled nicely along her lips, and I could feel them through her panties
clutching at the bottom of my dick. I asked her if we could take her
underwear off, but she just shook her head and tried to silence me with a
deep kiss.
So we were just going to Scrump. Man I heard about these girls. At first I
got a little annoyed; I REALLY wanted to fuck the shit out of this girl! I
wanted to pump my cum deep up inside her and feel her juices running down my
balls, while we both screamed in pleasure. But she didn't want to have
intercourse, and despite my need I understood she was just frightened of
getting taken advantage of so quickly even though she was excited. She
would have to work that out in time as she grew older, but I had to get off,
so I resigned to doing it this way... or maybe not!
We continued to grind against each other and I could tell she was getting
close to cumming. So I grabbed her left breast in my right hand and moved
my left hand down and grabbed her right ass check and squeezed the shit out
of both. She started screaming and swiveled her hips up and down super-fast
as she started moving over the edge... I held on for fear of being knocked
off her, and when she started to contract i pushed real hard with my dick
straight into her panties at the entrance to her pussy, just lightly enough
not to go in, but she opened her mouth real wide and froze in her
contractions. She was tense as a board and her head thrashed left and right
a couple of times. She held on so tightly I almost couldn't breathe, but as
she started gasping again, she moaned and pulled me up close for a kiss. I
kissed her, but I didn't give her time to relax, because I crawled up to
straddle her chest, reached down, pulled her panties aside and literally
scooped up some of her come and slicked up my dick. I added some spit to
her chest and lubed her up really smooth... I just had to fuck those
fantastic tits. She had this funny smile on her face which implied she
hadn't ever done this, but she said "that feels kind of nice!" She helped
me squeeze her tits over the top of my cock and tried to keep it sliding
back and forth inside the little cave we'd made, and it started to get
really warm.
"Kati, that feels so fantastic... your chest is so soft... and HOT." She
smiled and moaned a little, and she could feel I was getting ready to cum,
so she bent her head up as best she could and caught my cock in her mouth
every time I moved forward, and that did it. I started exploding, and my
head shot back... Kati reached into her tits, pulling me out, squeezing my
cock really hard as she stroked up and down, moving one hand back to my
balls again.
That girl really knew how to make me orgasm hard. But she just wouldn't
fuck!
We lay there for a while before falling asleep, and she went back to her
room around 4 in the morning. We kissed, thanked each other and said we'd
see each other tomorrow.
We did, but not that way again. I had had a good time, but I didn't want to
play games like that, so I played really friendly but not sexually
interested in her. She seemed to get the message, and she didn't seem to
get too bent out of shape about it as long as I ate with her and we stayed
friends. Fine with me. I had other fish to fuck.
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 (!). Close-up, 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 mid-rise 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 mid-rise around the "QUAD." Each mid-rise had 4 floors,
one elevator, one large laundry room, and separate sex bathrooms on each
floor (coed by alternating men's and women's 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 biffing 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 'face-time' 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 a
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