Part 1
My first semester at college was proving harder than I thought. OK, academically, I guess, I was pulling mostly As, but I wasn't taking well to living away from home. In some ways it was so very different, in some... I despaired of ever changing my prospects or my image, and the two were so closely bound.
At high school I'd been a nerd. I got on okay with the other guys, but I wasn't a jock. Wasn't much of anything, really, a computer geek mostly, and a reader. I was thin, pale, with blond hair and blue eyes that my mother would tell me would drive the girls wild. Huh. If I could ever talk to one for more than five minutes without boring her to tears.
Except for my friend Teresa, who was a beacon of light in my life, but who had no romantic interest in me whatsoever, and whose friendship was too important to me to jeopardize by pushing for anything more. But she'd stayed to go to a nearby college while I was at the other end of the state. Leaving her had been harder than leaving my parents.
Going to college was to be my post-chrysalis stage. I would emerge, handsome and competent, as soon as I left home. I would date regularly, hang out with the cool people, join the best clubs. I would practice safe sex. I changed my hairstyle and my glasses the week before registration, and left for college with trepidation and bravado.
Somehow it didn't work that way. I had joined the clubs, gone to rock concerts, tried to make non-nerd friends, but by and large my acquaintances were fellow computer science students, and almost exclusively male. As for safe sex... well, no sex at all is pretty safe, I guess.
When my friend Marty suggest a Friday night party, I first begged off. "I've had enough partying this semester."
"Still regretting last weekend?"
"I've sworn off spirits for ever."
"Yeah, right," said Marty. "You'll be okay. There'll be more to do at this party than drink. It's at Kate's."
"Even worse. I'd be completely out of place." Kate, Marty's girlfriend, lived off-campus with four other girls. I'd heard about the house from Marty, but never seen it.
"You'll be missing a great opportunity. Kate's friends will be there, all those student nurses... besides, you can't let me be the only guy among all those women."
Of course, I couldn't pass up an occasion like that, however poor my chances of taking advantage of it. "Well... if you put it like that..."
He wouldn't have been the only one, though there were certainly more girls than guys. Several of them caught my eye, and I'm sure would have been happy to flirt, but I didn't know how to start a conversation, and was too nervous to try. And any attempt would have had to be at a shout, to be heard over the music.
I was talking with a guy whom I knew vaguely, about astronomy, I believe, when I caught sight of a girl looking right at me. I glanced away, but, curious, looked right back. She was still watching me. And I realized she looked familiar, though I couldn't place why.
She had shoulder-length blond hair and green eyes, even from this distance they seemed unusually bright. She wore a short white low-cut tank top and a tight black leather skirt. I would have been terrified to talk to talk to her if I didn't have an opening, but since I did... I made my excuses and headed over to her.
"Hi," I said, hoping she could hear me over the noise. "Don't I know you?"
She grinned. "Not really, no, but I know who you are. You're Terri's boyfriend."
As soon as she mentioned Teresa I remembered seeing them together. That was why I recognized her. I chuckled. "No, I'm not. Just a friend. I'm John."
"Julia," she said. "That's what Terri always told us, too, but we never believed her. You've been the topic of much speculation."
I found my face getting hot. "I hope you didn't give her too hard a time. We've just been friends for a long time. Ten years, I guess."
"Well, I'm disappointed. I'd always liked the thought of Terri unbound in private."
"I can't say either way. I know I didn't unbind her." I grinned.
"So, are you going to get me something to drink?" asked Julia. I felt a small thrill, though we'd exhausted the topic of conversation, she wasn't dismissing me. Of course, she might when I brought her drink back.
"You want some of the punch?"
"God, no," she said. "That's equal parts vodka and fruit concentrate, with a little wine for flavor. It's lethal. Anyway, it's too sweet." She grinned. "There's some red wine behind the punchbowl, unless anyone poured it into the punch to lower the alcohol content. Get me some of that."
So I did, getting the same for myself, then returned to her, and tried to continue the conversation so she wouldn't lose interest in me.
"What are you majoring in?" I asked, moving close to her so that I didn't have to shout.
"History," she answered. "You?"
"CS. I wondered if you were one of the nursing students."
"No," she replied, "though a lot are, and a few of the guys, too, since two of my housemates are student nurses."
"Oh, you live here?"
"Sure do. Do you want to meet the others?"
"Yeah," I said, "that would be great."
She immediately grabbed my left wrist and dragged me around to meet the other girls. When we got to Kate, I reciprocated by introducing Marty, who looked at me very curiously. He didn't expect to see me with a woman, especially one with the face and figure of Julia.
"My turn for drinks," she announced. Taking my glass - clear plastic cup, actually - she left for the drinks table. I was hypnotized by the way her tight skirt moved as she walked, and Marty's words right by my ear startled me.
"Looks like your luck changed."
"I hope so," I said.
When Julia returned with drinks, I took mine, then, taking what for me was a huge risk, put my arm around her waist. I just knew she'd wriggle out of my hold and lose interest in me... but instead, she nestled comfortably into my arm. Her waist was bare, and the feel of her smooth skin against my hand turned me on. She slipped her arm around my back as she led me around the room.
Leading me away, she stretched to speak to me, wisecracking about some of her housemates. Her hair tickled my ear. As I leaned down slightly to hear her, I used the movement to move my hand a little higher. She didn?t seem to mind that it was inside her top.
Back in the living room, where the stereo was cranked up high, some couples had started dancing in a tiny area beside the speakers. Julia led me there. "Dance?" she asked.
"I can't," I said.
She frowned at me. "Sure you can. Just try not to hit anyone."
She dragged me into the small group. Everyone was standing close together, moving in place. I copied what I could see the other guys doing, as much as possible, and before long, I was doing okay.
We were so close that her body occasionally brushed against mine. The touch thrilled me, especially when it tugged at the fabric of her tank top. Each time gave me a slightly different view of her breasts.
One time I was at Teresa's house. Her parents had invited my family over for a meal. Teresa was wearing a loose tee shirt, and she bent down to refill my coffee cup. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I caught a brief glimpse of a small, perfect breast, nipple in silhouette against her light-colored shirt behind. I found the view incredibly exciting. I spent the remainder of the evening trying to be in the right position for another glance, only succeeding in a very brief sight of a perfectly-formed shadow.
Julia ran no such risk. Her breasts were round and full, and her top was skin-tight. It wasn't going to reveal anything beyond the deep cleavage and tantalizingly shaped cotton. But every tug changed the way the neckline lay, and set her breasts swaying.
I danced as close to her as I dared. She seemed to sense the change in me, and looked at me through her lashes. After a time, even that didn't seem near enough. I moved closer, and gripped her waist. She lifted her hands to my shoulders, and after looking up at me for a moment, pulled herself close to me. This wasn't slow dance music, but what the hell, we rocked together.
After a time, I felt her hands move round my neck, then she drew my head down and looked up. Our lips were inches apart, and my heart was beating like crazy. I leaned forward to kiss her, but she moved back, playfully. She avoided me several times, but didn't release my neck, so I knew she wasn't rejecting me. As I gave up trying, she pulled me close and grabbed my lips with hers.
As we kissed, she locked her arms behind my head and pinned me to her. I squeezed her waist and held her to me. I felt a pressure against my chest, and realized that her breasts were squeezed against me. I was glad I was wearing jeans, the heavy fabric kept my erection in check.
I rubbed her back, up to her shoulderblades, squeezing as my tongue found hers. Then worked my hands down, over her leather skirt, and squeezed her ass. She gyrated against me, and I realized my jeans were no disguise to feeling, as she pressed against my cock.
She bit my tongue as she rocked her hips against me, arousing me enough that I thought I was going to come in my jeans. Then she pulled back and whispered - shouted quietly, at least - in my ear. "We need to continue this discussion in private."
I was tongue-tied. I just nodded as she took my hand and led me to the stairs. When she turned, I caught her and kissed her again. She responded deeply for a moment, then pushed me away. "Stop wasting time," she said, and dragged me along.
Taking a key from a pocket in her skirt, she unlocked the door before her. "I didn't want anyone stealing my room," she said in explanation, as she directed me through the door. Inside she closed the door, without turning the light on. A slight glow from the window was the only illumination, and there was a regular bumping sound, just audible above the noise from downstairs.
I reached for her, and felt fabric. As I moved my hand I realized the softness I was touching was her breast. I lowered my hand to her waist as she gripped my head and drew me close.
As we kissed, I stroked my palms up from her waist, under her arms, then, feeling the adrenaline rush, I slid my hands over her large, firm breasts, kneading them as her tongue pressed against mine. More lightly, I ran my palms over them, feeling the patterns of her aureole, and the roughness of her nipples.
From next door came the moan of a woman, and I realized what the noise was. Her cries became louder as I pinched Julia's nipples, feeling them grow hard between my fingers.
She pulled back from me, breathless, and pulled the tank top over her head. I took my glasses off and set them down against the wall, then stooped to suck her nipple, grabbing her ass as I pressed my face into her chest. Her nipple was hard against my tongue as I squeezed her butt. The woman next door was shrieking in pleasure, and it was making me crazy with desire. I tried to find the catch to Julia's skirt, with no success.
She took my hand and pulled me to the bed. My eyes were becoming used to the darkness, and I could see her large breasts shaking as she unfastened her skirt. I pulled off my jeans and removed my shirt. The sounds from next door had slowed, though the woman was still making sounds of passion.
I kissed Julia's breasts again as I stroked her back, letting my hands roam into the back of her panties. Then she pulled them off herself, and stood naked before me, glowing in the low light. Kissing her lips, I drew my hand over her pussy, and my tongue over the underside of hers.
As she pulled my underwear down, she sucked my tongue, then took my shaft in her hand and shook. Then she lay back on the bed, on her side. I climbed up alongside her, and felt again for her pussy.
Julia parted her legs and took my hand to guide my fingers inside, leading me to the movements that gave her the most pleasure. She was warm and moist, and as I worked, she became wetter, a sensual slipperiness as she guided my hand higher, to the hardness of her clit.
She was gasping as she moved her face back to mine, her lips parted. As my face approached hers, she pressed her tongue forward, and I met it with my own, stroking her before my lips met hers and we locked together, her groans becoming stronger.
"Enough," she said, pulling away. She was panting. Reaching to the back of her nightstand, she located a small package and opened it. She unrolled the condom over my shaft, sliding her hand up and down, and kissing me again. I fondled her breast as she worked.
Then she rolled me on to my back, and squatted down onto me. My cock felt the soft warmth as I entered her, and I tried desperately not to come with the wonderful, novel sensation. I wondered if I should tell her that my understanding of what we were doing fell far short of this point. I understood the theory of sex, but not the mechanics. But she seemed to have the situation well in hand as she gripped my waist and started rocking against me. Her heavy breasts shivered as she moved, and I reached out and squeezed them.
Julia panted, lips parted, occasionally making a small gasp of pleasure. Then as she started to moan regularly, she took my hand, pressing it to her pussy. As I pushed from the outside, I felt her grow instantly tighter, increasing my stimulation even as she started pushing herself harder against me. Suddenly she cried out, then as she stopped moving she came. I was wild with need, and started banging into her, which pushed me over the edge, my cock pulsing as I joined her in climax.
No theoretical understanding could have prepared me for the rush of feeling as my cock emptied itself within her. I was groaning as my spasms made my whole body quiver, intense delight almost painful. Julia was making soft sounds of pleasure. I squeezed her breasts, then lifted my face to them and sucked hard, which seemed to make her sighs louder. She wrapped her hands around my head, holding me to her breast as we slowly rocked together, each movement drawing out our mutual enjoyment.
Finally, she released me, and I lay back. She lowered herself along me and started moving again, pressing my cock deep into her with each stroke. My own orgasm was through, but the feeling was still intense and exciting, and my erection was still hard as she sighed. Arching her back, she presented her left breast to my face. "Kiss it," she said, and as I sucked her nipple I felt her come again.
Pulling back, she sought my lips with her own, kissing my face breathlessly as she still twitched with pleasure. Our arms wrapped around each other, we still moved slowly, entwined.
The banging from next door had resumed, and the cries of pleasure were again audible. "Someone's having a good time," I whispered.
"She's not the only one," Julia replied, "Oh, God, I'm ready again."
She bit my neck as we bounced together, her breathing heavy. I squeezed her ass, pushing myself hard into her as she started groaning. "Harder," she said, "harder, I need this, God I need this, Oh..." and then an incoherent series of moans, until, "... Finally... Oh, yes... yes... YES!... Ohhhhhh!..." and she bit my ear as her body shook, then sought my lips with hers.
I stroked her back roughly, and the edges of her breasts, flattened as they were against my chest, then, "I think I need out now," I said.
Reluctantly I disengaged. I almost left the condom behind. Apologizing for my clumsiness, I said, "Sorry, I've never done this before."
Taking the rubber from me, she tied it off, then turned on the light to wrap it in a tissue and dump it in the trash. My eyes roamed her body, her hair sensual in its disarray, her breasts, wide pink nipples and aureole, shimmering as she moved. The light hair over the darker shape of her sex as she climbed back into bed. I caressed a breast as she lay down.
"First time using a condom or first time with a girl?" she asked, softly.
"Both," I said. "I'm still a... I was still a virgin."
She kissed me hard on the lips. "You did okay for a first time."
I couldn't keep my hands off her body. With the light on, I studied the patterns on her breasts as I sucked her nipples, and the way they changed shape as I pressed my face in. I kissed her ears and tickled her stomach. She rolled onto her back, knees wide as I stroked her bush, and eased to fingers inside her.
She was hot and moist, and as I rubbed her contented sighs let me know what felt good. I kissed her breasts again, then as her breathing deepened, I pressed my lips to hers. Wrapping her arms around me, she held my face to hers as she started panting.
I stopped moving my fingers, and she rocked her pelvis against my hand as I pressed upwards against her sex. Her eyes were wide as she groaned. Her intense arousal was turning me on, I could feel my cock swelling, already beginning to recover. It rubbed against her thigh as she moved.
Gasping, she pushed my face away. "Suck my boobs," she ordered, and I complied willingly. As I suckled her left breast, she arched her back, grunting with effort. I stroked the soft moistness, then pressed in, harder, and felt her body stiffen. Then she collapsed back on the bed as I felt her trembling inside. She moaned quietly, and ran her fingers through my hair.
By now I was rock-hard. When Julia's tremors had diminished, I raised my face to hers, and kissed her lips. "I'm ready to try again, I think," I whispered.
Her hand snaked down between my legs and wrapped itself around my erection. "It seems you are," she said. "But let's be sure."
She grabbed another condom packet, but before she opened it, she took a tissue and curled around on the bed, so her face was level with my cock. She wiped me with a tissue, then extended her tongue and licked the head.
The stimulation was amazing. Different from being inside her, different from her fingers, warm, moist, tingling and powerful. When she lowered her head, taking me between her lips, I closed my eyes as the continuous erotic stimulation bit into me. I felt my cock swell further as she kept up the relentless arousal.
As I started to feel like I might soon be turned on enough to come, she pulled back, and opened the condom packet. I sighed in disappointment.
"Don't worry," she said, turning her face so that those emerald eyes bored into me, "we'll get to that, too. Right now, I want you inside me." I shivered as she unrolled the condom onto me.
This time, she lay on her back, knees parted. I knelt between her legs, then lowered myself along and into her. I kissed her breasts, then her mouth, as I slid inside.
I followed her lead as she moved slowly, and we rocked together for a long time. As turned on as I'd been a few moments earlier, I didn't feel the urgency that I had done then. Which was good, I knew that I would eventually come, but wasn't in any hurry, especially when Julia's breathing changed and I felt her sex pulsing as she came. At this pace, I could keep her up indefinitely.
Almost indefinitely. Each time she came, it turned me on more, and my need grew. And she seemed to be tiring, each climax was bringing a weary sigh amid the sounds of pleasure.
Moving faster, I built up my own stimulation, breathing heavily with the effort. Julia matched my pace, wrapping her legs around me to pull me into her. Her fingernails dug into my back as we tore into each other's senses. I kissed her, then released her, lifting my upper body on my arms for greater leverage.
Julia arched her back in urgent need, crying out as she sought her release. As she shook herself against me, I lowered my head, looking along our merged bodies. Her breasts were flat against my chest, quivering with her driven movements, and I flashed on that brief view down Teresa's tee shirt, wondering crazily if she had ever shared her perfect body with anyone. Whether she had cried out in joy as Julia was crying now, shuddering as she came, her sex tightening, throbbing around me, dragging me with her...
And thoughts of Teresa vanished as I exploded inside Julia, our bodies consuming each other as I lowered myself to her, kissing her face, stroking her hair, touching her breasts, slowly sliding against her as we drew out the last of each other's energy. I kissed her again before I withdrew, and she responded with weary passion.
This time I was more successful with the condom, and disposed of it as I'd seen her do.
Returning to bed, I held her close, stroking her back and her ass, smoothing her hair.
"I'm supposed to help kick the partygoers out," she said, "but the other girls will have to do it. I'm worn out. They can find me if they need me."
"Do I need to leave?" I asked.
"Hell, no," she said, looking up at me. "I'm putting you to work tomorrow."
"Doing what?"
"Clearing up the party mess," she said, rolling over to turn out the light. I felt her roll back, and reached for her as she snuggled up against me. "Among other things," she whispered.