So, I volunteered at the local crisis intervention center. I learned a lot, and in the course of the training I had to speak, at length, to several young women who were training along with me. That practice would stand me in good stead, in years to come!
One of the girls volunteering there was Laurie. It seemed that she was volunteering for the same shifts that I was. She also appeared to be volunteering in order to get out of the house, in addition to providing a community service. After several shifts of conversation and exchange of life stories, I asked her out. Smiling, she accepted, asking, "What did you have in mind?"
She was a lithe pretty redhead, with a confident air about her. I was around 5 foot seven, so she probably was close to 5 foot four. Her 130 pounds were distributed for maximum effect, with a "c" cup set of breasts, firm in the bloom of youth, and a firm, solid butt.
I was NOT about to admit to what I actually had in mind (...as if she had not known, on her own!), so I suggested dinner and a movie, followed by a moonlight walk along the riverside. She agreed, and we arranged for me to pick her up that Friday.
I was not any sort of debonaire lady killer at that point of my life. In fact, I was pretty much your Mark 1, Mod Ø shy, reasonably nice, guy. I was blessed, in this circumstance, that I could talk to girls, and that this particular girl seemed to be interested in what I had to say.
So, we took in a movie, stopped to eat at a sit down pizza restaurant, and went for a walk. Her hand found, and entwined with, mine, and I had the wit to ask her about her own family, life, and school plans for the following autumn.
I dropped her off home at the appointed time, and she provided me with a kiss goodnight, along with an invitation. "That was fun! I had a good time! Wanna go out again next weekend?"
I stuttered out a "Yes!", and found my way home. My fevered imaginings led me down paths that we were unlikely to tread, at least not anytime in the immediate future. (This was, after all, the early Seventies)
We dated over the summer, and made arrangements to see each other once college had begun. She went to Enormous University, around 90 miles away from where I was attending State College. We took turns, taking the intercity bus every weekend or so, to visit the other. When she visited me, my room mate made it his business to be elsewhere, likely with his own girlfriend. When I visited her, her dorm was NOT co-ed, and so we snuggled in a motel room that I rented.
Alert readers might have wondered if we had progressed in our relationship to, what might be termed "physical manifestations of love". The answer at this point, was "sort of". My girlfriend had been initiated into the arts of love in a previous relationship. Myself, I was yet a virgin. Worse, I was an anxious virgin. Both attributes Laurie indicated considerable interest in remedying.
One weekend, I strolled over to the bus station just off of my campus, greeted her, and carried her luggage back to my dorm. We deposited this on my bed, and set out for dinner.
In our telephone conversations of the preceding week, we had decided that THIS was to be THE weekend, wherein we would consummate our relationship. Dinner conversation, therefore, was a little strained, as she grinned her way through dinner, and I tried very hard to NOT talk about our next stop.
Soon, we finished eating, and set out for the pharmacy, there to buy condoms. She was on the pill, but, earnest young collegians as we were, we had decided to reduce infinitesimal chances of accidental pregnancy, to as close to zero as we could.
Others have described the fun to be had in buying prophylactics in those bygone days. I was likely glowing a bright red, judging from the heat I felt radiating from my face. I stepped up to the pharmacy counter, and asked the pharmacist for some "Natural Lamb" condoms. The pharmacist treated it like every other commercial transaction. As for me, I could nearly hear the chorus of accusatory voices in my head screeching, "He's going to FORNICATE! He's a SINNER! He is going to sully this pure young woman, standing next to him, and draw her into the debauchery of the SINS of the FLESH!"
Fortunately, I was evidently the only one hearing those voices, and we strolled out of the store none the worse for the experience.
Laurie, on the other hand, now that she could see (Finally!) the payoff for all her patiently drawing me out, was cuddly and giggly, and glowed, in her case with happiness. While I was sort of proud that I had not been altogether reduced to a sweaty incoherent trembling mess in the pharmacy, the fact that we had eliminated one step standing between me and The Big Day, well, "performance anxiety" did not really capture the full depths of my insecurity. The prospect of finally having to back up all my big talk, with amatory performance, nearly reduced me to shambling, stumbling, slack jawed, incoherence.
I stumbled along, Laurie merrily leading me on. This was good on a couple of levels. First, her anticipation of a night of romantic bliss appears to have blinded her to the fact that I was haltingly walking along with all the grace commonly associated with bit performers in some sort of Zombie Apocalypse video. Secondly, it was appropriate that one of us was thinking, and solving such problems as "right at this corner, left, or straight, in order to return to my dorm room?" Thirdly, her running narration of Featured! Attractions! provided something for me to attend to, other than my certainty that I would miserably fail, disappoint Laurie, and become condemned to a solitary life of porn, self abuse, and the pain of being shunned by all members of the fair sex, once the news of my infirmity had been sufficiently publicized.
I was still clutching the bag of a dozen condoms (such was the state of my now deceased positive thoughts) upon our arrival at the dorm. Laurie pecked me upon my nose, murmuring, "You go get ready for bed, then I'll go freshen up. I'll be right here, waiting for you. I wanna start off with that thing you like so much!"
If she wanted to cardiovert my brain, so to speak, well, she succeeded. Once I was finished with a quick shower, and tooth brushing, I had stopped trembling, my thoughts cleared, and I thought I was relatively coordinated as I bustled around the room, picking stuff up, putting it away, and straightening the sheets on the bed.
The shower stopped, heralding Laurie's entrance. I turned on the light over my desk, shutting off the main lamp, lending, I hoped, a romantic air to the cinder block dormitory room. I stood in the middle of the room, fidgeting, until the bathroom door opened, and Laurie, in a green filmy nightgown, floated into the room, and into my arms.
"I've been waiting for this night! You don't know how long I ogled you, flirted with you, and stopped just short of throwing myself at you! When you finally asked me out, I had the nicest time! I really enjoy being with you! You make me laugh, you make me feel treasured, and you make me feel horny. You kiss me so sweetly, and when you caress me, it is as if I am some sort of precious jewel. Now, you are going to let me introduce you to lovemaking, and I couldn't be prouder! Let's get your first climax out of the way, so you can take your time with the second, and third, and fourth!"
I was wondering if her confidence was just a little misplaced. I mean, I had abundant experience spanking the monkey, and even when everything lined up, and I had some new, hot porn to stroke off to, twice in a night was an uncommon achievement.
She displayed no such misgivings, as she pressed me backwards, eager tongue exploring my mouth, as I reciprocated and caressed her back, her sides, her taut butt, until, reaching the bed, I toppled over backwards.
She followed me down, winding up eye to eye with me. She wriggled, and smiled. "You certainly seem to be getting into the spirit of the occasion!" she purred. "I cannot wait until you are just where I want you!"
I went to wrap her up again in my arms, preparatory to more kissing and caressing, but she had another objective in mind. Rearing up, she slid back until she was kneeling at the side of the bed. Grasping the waistband of my sweats, she drew them down my legs until my turgid love lance was quivering in the cool air. I struggled to disentangle my feet from my sweats, distracted by Laurie's hands upon my tool.
She was peppering my unit with kisses, pausing occasionally to lick up one side or down the other. Remember, I was an eighteen year old virgin, afflicted with an overactive imagination, blessed with a girlfriend who, for reasons I have never understood, wanted my seed, and she had me racing to the precipice from which we all seek to leap. Gracefully removing my pants, and demonstrating my debonaire appreciation of her efforts, simply was not going to happen.
Once one ankle was freed from the textile prison, I abandoned further efforts at undressing. Laurie, thankfully, about that time, gave my glans one final smooch, and stood. I raised my head from the quivering extension in which I had been holding it, looking to see what could possibly have convinced her to cease the pleasures she had been lavishing upon me.
She waited until certain that she held my full attention. Reaching up with her left hand, she slid the strap off her shoulder, allowing it to droop beneath her breast. Repeating this maneuver with her right hand, her left breast was now, also, revealed. The material of her gown paused its descent, held by the diamond points of her turgid nipples. She smiled, no doubt at the idiot grin I had pasted across my face, and shrugged, sending the garment, rippling like a curtain in a spring breeze, fluttering to the floor. She was delightfully naked.
She knelt again, and engaged my beef baton with her lips, and, certain she had my complete attention, descended, engulfing my quivering hardness. She slowly withdrew, and paused, breathing upon my tool, and I sat up, braced upon my elbows so as to more closely admire the majick that she was wreaking upon me.
As she slipped her warm moist tight lips again deliberately down the length of my cock, I threw my head back, in a fresh rictus of pleasure. Once she paused, her nose resting in my pubes, I realized that, while I had stroked off plenty of times (and more!), I had never, ever, known such delight. Laurie, it appeared, had gazed into my soul, and determined that I had only a little bit of self control left, and that was fraying rapidly, threatening to snap completely, and fling me into a molten pool of ejaculatory lust. That insight seemed to be followed by a determination to finish me off, rapidly and mercifully, since she bobbed on my dick, wrapped her tongue around the head, and began to stroke me off into her mouth.
That, combined with her humming along the length of my love hammer, finished me. I moaned, I thrashed, I panted, and shortly wound up jetting my love lotion, along with all the otherwise unoccupied fluid within my body, down my urethra, out my penis, and into her mouth (or throat: I was having some difficulties with exact details, along about this point in the affair).
She moaned her satisfaction, and shucked my shaft even more enthusiastically, noisily swallowing my spending. I twitched several times, as she found another dollop of jism to extract from me, until, spent completely, I sank bonelessly into the bed.
Once I could open my eyes again, I saw Laurie getting to her feet, licking her lips, and smiling at me with prideful eyes.
She slinked up the bed, positioned herself next to me, arranging my arm just to her liking, and settled her head upon my shoulder. "Hmmm! You know, you just have the yummiest sperms! You came so, so much, I wondered if you were ever going to stop! You must have been a very good boy, not stroking off at all, since we arranged for me to visit you this weekend! Now, let's let you rest a bit, and then we can get the main attraction!"
She closed her eyes, and began to lazily drift her hand over my chest, my belly, and, eventually, my flaccid cock.
Being, at this point in my life, a young man, my reltney began to stir after a short intermission. Laurie noticed this, likely when it snaked it's way into her grasp, and she wrapped me up in her small hand, stroking my length and running her thumb over the end, spreading the dick drool over the head.
She reached up for a kiss, and removed her hand. "My kitty is all buzzy, and she wants your hard thingy all up inside her! I got so excited sucking you and drinking your goo down, that I cannot wait to have you in me!"
Matching deeds to words, she grasped a condom, tore it open with practiced ease, and unrolled it over my throbber. I thrilled to her touch, only to reach a greater thrill yet, once she straddled me, aligned my tool with her steaming sex furnace, and settled slowly down, engulfing me in her innermost secret place.
Once she had all of me that there was to give, she wiggled a bit, as if to adjust to my size (...didn't I wish!...), and, satisfied with how everything was arranged, she smiled at me.
"There! Just where I want you! You don't feel like you're gonna explode anytime soon, do you?"
"Nope, I'm just in awe at how wonderful this all feels!"
Her smile grew wider. "Oh, you just wait! Do I have a surprise for you! You think this is wonderful, gimme a couple of minutes! It will get more wonderful, yet!"
She started rocking her pelvis forward and backward, as if to wipe my dickhead upon her cervix. It certainly was interesting for me, but, after several minutes, I learned that it was WAY beyond "interesting" for her. Her juices began to collect in my lap, her breathing seemed labored, her face looked kind of flushed, and she rested her hands on my chest, and began to grunt.
A couple of more minutes of this, and she became taut, stopped grunting, bowed her back, and I felt some kind of hot wet velvet glove grasp my cock, and ripple along it's length. She jerked a couple of times, the squeezing cycled, harder, softer, harder, softer, and she seemed all of a sudden to lose all muscle tone, collapsing upon my chest in a panting, sweaty, steaming heap.
And THAT, boys and girls, was how I was introduced to the mysteries of the Female Orgasm!
A couple of minutes passed, as I caressed her back, rubbed her flanks, and murmured softly to her. She eventually shook her head, reached up and kissed me. "You did pretty good for your first time. I'm kind of vibrating!"
"I figured you had enjoyed yourself. It was pretty exciting for me. I can see why you wanted me to finish first, so I could keep up with you. If you hadn't sucked me off first, I think I would have exploded like a bomb!"
"Let's see if you are going to explode, or not! Now that I've gotten mine, let's get you yours!"
She slowly levered herself upright, my tool still throbbing in her hot steamy sheath. An enigmatic smile played about her lips, as she began to slowly oscillate her pelvis, swabbing my dickhead over her cervix. I grasped her hips, and met her gaze. Laurie rested her hands upon my chest, leaned forward just a bit, and gradually picked up the pace of her movements. Eager, I attempted to assist her in her our quest. Since, of course, I was inexperienced in these matters, on one of my thrusts I managed to extricate my cock entirely from her oily cuntal grasp, slapping wetly upon my abdomen.
Laurie made a moue of disappointment. Reaching between us, she grasped my reltney and slotted me again at her entrance. "Here," she counseled, "Now you push up, slowly, and fuck me!"
Stellar advice! I raised my hips, again seating my hardness within her depths. She met me half way, settling down as I raised. I settled back on the bed, and she raised, slightly. I grasped my girlfriend's hips, and raised my pelvis again. Holding her still, I threaded myself back into her depths, rising and falling, stirring her oils. She settled her breasts upon my chest, wrapping her arms beneath my neck, panting her mounting lust into my ear.
Interestingly, I found that intensely stimulating. Well, the thought that this young woman, wrapped around my pulsating dick, soaking me in her love oils, was aroused by having my cock deep inside her was intensely stimulating. As were the sensations elicited by my cock being seated as deeply within her core as it could reach. We reciprocated along, her cooing into my ear serving as a harmony to my grunts, until it occurred to me that a change up pitch might be good along about now.
I tightened my grasp of her chest, and levered us both upright, so that she wound up sitting in my lap. I lurched to my feet, her slight body held in place by her arms and legs convulsively clutching to me along with my own arms. I steadied my stance, then turned, settling her upon her back, standing between her legs. I wriggled her arms free from my neck, and straightened up, placing her knees on my elbows. I grasped her hips and began to fuck her like I meant it.
She seemed to like that, cheering me on and panting. I was kind of fond of it, myself, and plowed on, chasing our climaxes.
Shortly, we found them. She seized up, and the rippling of her pussy massaged my jism from me, pouring out to pool in the tip of the condom. We each sounded winded, and I collapsed upon her.
Laurie shared what she thought of that with me. "You need to roll off of me, so I can breathe!", she wheezed. Grasping the condom, I did so, extracting my joint from her sex in the process. We wound up supine, next to each other, gasping away our collective oxygen deficit. My hand sought hers, hers found mine, and our fingers entwined.
Soon, I rose from the bed, disposed of the condom, washed up, and rejoined Laurie in bed. She had roused herself as I slipped into bed, arranging the covers over both of us. "Oohhh, that was so good! I feel so close to you, just like a chelating ion! You have been holding out on me, this cannot have been your first time. You just gave me some gooood loving!"
There is no graceful response to that sort of unearned, unstinting praise, so I pecked her on the cheek, smiled, and thanked her for the compliment. "Simply so you know, I entirely credit the lovely young woman who shares my bed for any success I have had as a lover. She taught me everything that I know!"
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