I was trying to be discreet, so no staring or drooling allowed. Women go to a lot of trouble fixing up things so that men will lust after their bodies, but they will bite your head off if you actually look. At least if you are a guy like me. My record with women was the classic 40 miles of bad road. Starting in high school.
They did me the favor early on of pushing me ahead one grade so when I arrived in high school I was a year and a half younger than most of the girls, and that does not provide for much of a social life for a guy. Let's just say I got laughed at.....a lot. Gave up trying to dance because of the laughing.
College was not much better. The laughing part still hurt. I dated one girl with a pair of actual tits to which she allowed me access, but I was far from getting laid for the first time. So when Stan walked into the basement at BERNIES with this young lady sporting the diaphanous blouse, I noticed. Every person in the basement noticed.
We were to meet at 8 and it was pushing 9, but that was Stan. I caught his eye and they walked over to the table I had selected. The place was packed and not a single table was vacant. I had been fielding dirty looks for taking a table for 4 an hour earlier, and I nursed a diet cola in a house full of beer drinkers.
Stan handled the introductions. Karen was her name, and Frank mine. Stan helped her peel off the blue nylon windbreaker with the university name and logo across the back. That's when every male in the room noted that blouse and what it barely hid. Several guys were smacked by their dates about this. I had no one to hit me, but I did a masterful job of locking on those glorious green eyes that went so well with her dark brown shoulder length hair, and thus avoided getting into trouble in the first two minutes.
Stan left for beer. Karen looked at my diet cola.
"No beer?"
"Nah, they won't serve me. Not 21 yet."
"How'd you manage that? Stan did four years of undergrad before he got into your professional school, and you are both in the second year of that. He's 24."
"Oh, I had just turned 17 when I graduated high school, and I got into the program after only two years of undergrad, so I'm 20 now. I will be all of 23 when I graduate. Then I will have to worry about the draft."
Viet Nam was always there in the back of my mind. I had made the commitment to not flunk out until that contentious war wound down.
Bout then Stan showed up with a pitcher of beer and two glasses. And he set to flirting with Karen. All the ice had melted in my diet soda. I had the big "LOOSER" writ on my forehead. Gosh, what fun. Stan and Karen each drank one beer. Then they hit the small dance floor. I watched those two tits as their owner flaunted them for all the world to see. For the record, I was jealous. Stan did ok with the women, unlike me.
They returned to the table after two songs. More beer. Both looked around the crowded room, people watching. We made small talk. Then a surprise. A guy came over and invited Karen to dance. And she went. Shortly after, Stan walked across the room to a table crowded with single women. He ended up dancing with two of them, one after the other as his date danced with another man. Just a little weird. Several men in turned danced with Karen. Stan stayed busy. I nursed my soda.
That blouse left so little to the imagination. Karen might as well have just sat for one of those body painters. Every aspect of her breasts, size and shape, erect nipples, the subtle movements as she danced. Caught the attention of every guy in the place.
Meanwhile, Stan had just danced with the same woman four songs in a row. He grabbed his jacket and then he left with the young lady. I sat alone at the table as Karen danced the night away with different guys. Each had a long face when she didn't respond to whatever they whispered into her ear. Looking tired, she walked back to the table. And she brought her tits with. Sitting down, she had a curious look on her face. She had a question.
"You are not dancing?"
"I avoid dancing."
"Why?"
"Too embarrassing."
"Dancing?"
"Yeah.......I hate the laughing, so I no longer bother."
"Who's laughing?"
"Ah.....your half of the population."
"That's terrible! Why laughing?"
"High school. High school can be a cruel place. I was more than a year younger than every girl in my class. When I went out for football as a freshman I weighed 97 pounds. Didn't shave at all until I was a senior, if you get my drift. I got laughed at a lot. Never did learn how to dance. I'd go out and wiggle some and when the laughing started, I just quit. Dated a freshman girl when I was a junior for a few months. She didn't insist that I dance."
"So, did she pop your cherry?"
"Ah, no."
"Well, you have dated since you got here?"
"Oh yeah, a couple of girls."
"Oh good for you. So, why haven't you asked me to dance?"
"Figured you were with Stan, so hands off."
"Oh, we are just friends. He gave me a ride down here so we came in together."
"Guess I got that wrong."
"Yes, you did. Now, are you going to ask me to dance?"
"No laughing, OK?"
"Promise."
I gave a good smile at that.
Karen led me to the small dance floor. In addition to that see through blouse she wore the hip hugger bell bottoms that she washed in hot water to shrink and fade the denim, and then she let them dry while she wore them, so they looked painted on. Every inch of this woman looked good. When she turned to face me I forgot to stare at her eyes, and before I could stop myself I was locked on her chest. Nipples, and shape, and jiggle. She smiled and immediately began to dance in front of me. I tried to pry my eyes off her tits, and she was practically wagging them in my face. This was exquisite torture. I did not want the song to ever stop. The music paused, and I expected her to head back to the table so she could dance with someone else, anyone else.
Instead, when a slow song came along next, she grabbed my hand and pulled me in close and we were slow dancing, and she pressed against me, and I smelled her hair, which was heaven. She felt warm. I was sweating. Her eyes looked up into mine, and she smiled.
"This is nice, Frank."
"Good"
We stayed attached to each other for the next song, which felt fine. I noticed that several couples that were acting really friendly on the dance floor were now heading to the door. Must be getting late. Back at our table, Karen drank the last swallow of beer in her glass.
"Frank, I need to get home. I don't feel good walking alone. Can you walk with me?"
"Sure"
I helped her on with her jacket, which ended the view. Oh well. I figured I would remember this night for a while. Kinda sad that it was over.
Outside it had cooled off considerably and a stiff breeze made it unpleasant. We walked quickly to the corner and turned. When we entered the lee of the buildings that was more comfortable. Karen stepped into the front door recess of a dark building. Taking my hands, she backed into the little alcove and pulled me in after her.
"Put your arm around me and warm me up."
I complied. I tucked her in under my arm and pulled her close. She made a sort of humming noise and burrowed in deeper.
"Oh yeah..... This is better."
Turning her face to mine, she gave me a sweet smile. Took some self control, but I didn't kiss her. Didn't want to ruin the moment by getting slapped. When her smile slipped away, I knew I did the right thing.
"Let's get going."
"Yep"
I walked on her right side to help break the wind. She pulled my arm around her shoulders and tucked in again. Four more blocks to her apartment. Couldn't walk very quickly this way but it felt good. Then an awkward moment at her front door.
"Thank you for walking me home. Would you like to come in for a bit? I can make some hot coffee or even cocoa."
"Thanks, but I really need to get home. I know it's late and you need to hit the sack. I've had fun tonight."
She took my hand.
"My goodness, you're freezing. Come in here."
She tugged me into the doorway. I had no idea what to do. The door closed behind me with a crash. And her arms snaked around my neck, she kissed me full on the lips, and then without thinking I was kissing her, and it was not my idea. God, was I in trouble now. I tried to wiggle away from her grasp.
"Frank......You are a mystery to me. What do you usually do when a woman invites you to go home with her?"
Great, she was calling me out for kissing her without permission.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me. I'll leave now."
"Don't you dare!! Sit on the couch and I'll heat some water for coffee."
I figured she was gonna call the cops on me as soon as she left the room. She kissed me!!!! It wasn't my idea!!! I didn't force myself on her. It's not my fault. But who will believe me?
I could hear her in the kitchen, and then saw her go down the hall to the bathroom. I thought about sneaking out and running away, but that would just make me look more guilty. I had no idea what to do next.
She came back into the room with a coffee cup in each hand. I took the one offered. She had removed her jacket and those tits were again on full display. Nipples prodded into the fabric. I tried really hard not to stare at them. Her blouse was no longer tucked into her jeans.....and the top two buttons were un-done. I looked at her navel through the gossamer fabric. She plopped down onto the couch, right next to me. Now what?
"You know....you really are not a bad dancer. You did just fine tonight."
"Thanks, and thanks for not laughing."
"Nothing to laugh about. And I think it was pretty cruel of those other girls for laughing at you."
"Yeah, well I got used to it."
She just looked at me kinda funny. Leaning across me, Karen put her coffee cup on the end table. Then she grabbed my cup and set it next to hers. Turning on the couch, she was soon sideways with her legs off to my right and she lay back across my lap and her arms went around my neck again.
"Kiss me, you fool."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure......Wait a minute.....You clearly are not comfortable with this.....I'll ask again. What do you usually do when a woman invites you into her home?"
"I don't........"
I tried to get up to leave. She pinned me back on the couch.
"You are not leaving until you explain some things to me. What am I doing wrong?"
"You are fine. It's me. I can't control myself, apparently"
"You?. You haven't done anything wrong. You haven't done.....anything. I danced with several guys tonight, including your friend Stan, and every one of them propositioned me. None of them were that interesting so I turned them down. You.....you didn't even ask me to dance. You carried on a legitimate conversation, you listened to me, you have a great sense of humor......And you didn't get sloppy drunk. You are a great looking guy, in good shape. Stan says you are one of the best prospects in your class. Any woman in her right mind would want to be with you. And you act like you don't even know this. I thought you weren't interested in me, but you didn't ask any other women there to dance either. You are not gay are you? Do you even think I am attractive?"
"Are you kidding? You are stunningly beautiful. You are way out of my league."
"Out of YOUR league? I thought I wasn't good enough for you. But I asked you to walk me home anyway. Nothing to lose by asking."
She smiled at that one. She still had questions.
"I ask again....What do you usually do when a woman invites you back to her home?"
"I don't know. No one has ever asked me before."
"Never?"
"Nope"
"Wait a minute....You had one girlfriend in high school and you didn't have sex with her, right?"
"No"
"And you have dated two girls here once you came to the university..."
"Yeah."
"When, where, and how did you have sex with them?"
"I didn't."
"You didn't.......
Why not?"
"It's not an issue that came up."
"So, you walked me home but you didn't expect to have sex with me tonight?"
"Of course not."
"Of course not?"
"Well, no."
"That explains a few things. You really didn't get it. I gave you every excuse to hit on me, and it all went right over your head. Now I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make this uncomfortable for you."
"I'm sorry."
She spouted back, "Stop it!! You did nothing wrong. I am the jerk here."
"Geez, we are a pair, aren't we. I better just go before we completely embarrass each other."
"No way! Don't you even want to have sex with me?"
"I wanted to have sex with you the minute I saw you walk through the door at Bernies."
"Well then, we need to do something about that. So who was your first."
"Well, I did kiss all those three girls......"
"Now I'm afraid to ask.....When did you first get laid?"
"Never"
"Gee-zus, you are kidding....."
"No, the opportunity never arose."
Her hands went to the buttons on the front of her blouse. It flopped open.
"Holy mother......"
"These are breasts."
"Yeah, I know that. I've tried not to be obvious but I noticed your breasts a while ago."
"They like lots of attention. Oh, and I have already discovered that you are a good kisser. You need to be kissing me."
So I was kissing her, and as she lay across my lap I had full access to her breasts. My hands played across her skin, her belly her side her back and then her breasts. She jumped a little and nearly sucked my lips into her mouth.
"You OK?"
"Oh yeahhhhhhh......"
Karen liked to have her breasts touched. So I stroked and squeezed, the palms of my hands sliding across her nipples. A gentle pinch on one nipple. She pressed her breasts into my hands. So I kept going. I determined that she liked having her nipples in my mouth. I sucked on them for a while. She writhed around moaning softly. My hands were shaking and I was sporting an impressive hard on. And she was trembling. Then I noticed that her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth gaped open and a guttural moan escaped right before she arched her back, lifting her off my lap. Rolling to her left, Karen fell to the floor where she curled into a fetal position. Her breaths wracked her body as one hand went between her thighs so her fingers could press into the on switch located there. For a moment she was possessed by pleasure as she crossed her legs ramming her fist into herself. I reached down to pinch a nipple and she launched again. Two more climaxes followed in rapid succession as I worked over both nipples.
Finally, she went limp. She lay on the carpet in front of me, on her back with her legs spayed apart. Both arms went over her face. Her breathing was still exaggerated and I watched two breasts rise and fall for a while. Marvelous breasts. I had my cock in my left hand, and if he could have screamed I think he might.
Her eyes opened, blinked twice and than she smiled at me.
"I thought you said you had no experience at this."
"Oh, my former girlfriend let me play with her breasts, and she liked it just fine."
"I liked that just fine."
She stood up in front of me, flicked off the filmy blouse, grabbed both tits with her hands and she squeezed and then shook them in my face. Reaching down, she undid the button on her jeans and with a vigorous wiggle and writhe she peeled down one pant leg after another. Her panties were pink and frilly, and soaked from her enthusiasm. When she pulled them down the fabric stuck to her pussy until it could not resist, and it snapped off. I had the good view of that. Then she scrambled onto the couch and me, perching on my lap facing me, knees flanking me. Leaning forward just enough, she fed a breast to my lips.
Karen was playing with my nipples, and when she opened the front of my shirt her fingers passed over my nipples. I jumped a little.
"Oh, you like this?"
"Where do you think I leaned about being nice to nipples."
"Ah ha!!"
And kissing began again. I liked the notion that we were not finished. I was running fingertips around her body, her neck, her chin, her shoulders, her tits. She finished torturing my nipples as I clearly was sufficiently excited and I felt her fingertips tracing down my belly to my belt line. Shortly below that she found the tip of my cock growing in her direction.
"Oh my, what's this?"
Karen slipped off my lap and down to her knees in front of me. Her fingers had my pants open right away and I watched as she stroked my cock and then leaned in. My cock disappeared into her mouth and what I could no longer see I could certainly feel. And it felt real good. I had never had another hand on my cock and that was a good thing to happen. But it paled to the warm moist pressure and sensation that a woman's mouth can bring. I found myself moaning and urging her on. I felt the burn starting and I began trying to ram my cock into her mouth. I was ready to cum......and she stopped!!
"Not yet, my man. We have more to do."
I had no clue. What could be better than that? My cock was a presence in front of me. He kept looking around for something to do.
"Stand up."
Shortly after my clothes were a pile on the couch and she had me by the cock as she led me into her bedroom. You don't suppose???
Karen tugged me over to her bed, which was nicely made, and pushed me onto my back on the comforter. She hovered over me, her breasts swaying nicely before my eyes. Her mouth settled around my cock again. My cock got even bigger and harder. Not sure what I was doing but I sure wasn't arguing. Then she lifted her head and my cock escaped her mouth. Why stop??? Shortly later I found out why.
She mounted me like a horse and reaching under her she found my cock and she maneuvered me into her...... Holy shit!! Just like that. And I had thought her mouth felt good. She heaved a big sigh as I reached the depth of her. I guess she liked it too. She began rubbing herself against me, and she really liked that. I pushed back and she liked that even better. An hour of this passed quickly. Her mouth was open and the noises sprang forth, unintelligible gibberish as her eyes rolled back again and then her head was going from side to side and she leaned forward to make better contact and she was kissing me like she was possessed just as she went all stiff and cried out into my mouth. I felt her tighten around me. I couldn't move but she still could and she used that to drive herself even farther from the earth.
"Try not to cum. Let's make this last."
I took that to mean I couldn't cum without permission. So I didn't.
I don't think she heard the front door open and close. I don't think she knew anything anywhere in the world was happening as she seemed to pay very close attention to milking that next climax for all she could get.
Yeah, I figured out that that was what a woman does under this circumstance. I didn't know what I was supposed to do.
The figure silhouetted in the doorway was female, with a nice shape and pretty hair. Couldn't see much beyond that. She stared at us for a bit. Then she walked into the room and stood next to the bed as Karen continued to grind and wiggle and drool and sweat. The woman reached out to place her hand on Karen's shoulder. Karen's eyes opened.
"Oh.....hi"
"Hi back. Whatcha doing?"
"Oh, nothing. I thought you had a date tonight."
"Yeah, but he was a dud. He was in a hurry to get into bed and then he got himself off and left me laying there without any purpose, if you get my drift. Fucking loser."
Karen gave the HMMMM of acknowledgment and then turned back to me. The poor girl then had another massive climax and as that calmed down, she fell off me. Looking over at me with bleary eyes she gave me one of those smiles that suggested that she had no complaints.
"Frank, let me introduce my roommate Chris. Chris.....Frank."
"Hello there. Mind if I join you two?"
Chris was a pretty girl who happened to have a body that should have had the holes from the staples in her navel. She was centerfold material. And she had a good attitude. She demonstrated this as her clothes fell off. Long blonde hair, a ribbed abdomen, nice curves to her hips, neatly trimmed bush, and tits to die for. Two handfuls with perky pink nipples leaping out to see me. She stood naked, right next to the bed. Her pussy lips were just above my eye level so I looked up between her thighs as they shined in the low light of the bedroom, glistening with her moisture. Her hand was warm on my cock.
"Damn. Look at this one."
She was stroking my cock which was still slippery from Karen's efforts. My cock had not lost any of its enthusiasm. Chris had another hand which was busy in between her thighs. Two fingers disappeared for a moment. My head was swimming. On one side the supine naked body of Karen, glowing red from her neck to her tits, breathing heavily. Her eyes were closed, but not her thighs. Her pussy lips smiled at me. On the other side Chris leaned in and then lay down beside me so she could suck my cock. Karen opened her eyes and smiled as she watched Chris warming me up. Karen wiggled closer and soon her face was planted between Chris's thighs, tongue going to work along her slit. Chris noted that my cock tasted just like Karen's pussy, and Karen noted that she was tasting something that reminded her of Cris's pussy. Chris took very little time before she cried out, her eyes closed and her head lolled from side to side. Karen clearly knew what buttons to push.
As much fun as this groping was I was not disappointed when Chris climbed up on me and for the second time in my life my cock slid into the welcoming grip of a warm and slippery pussy. I noted that I could get used to this, given the chance. Chris was working out on my cock, rubbing against me and bobbing up and down and driving my cock deep within her. This was a pleasant way to spend the evening, so I didn't leave. She tightened around my cock and then she did the full body spasm. When she recovered from the latest orgasm, she lifted almost off me and with just the helmet of my cock contained within her, she began torturing me with just her pussy lips sliding over the tip. I thought I was gonna die as I concentrated on not coming. Soon enough my view of her tits, and her eyes, and the sight of my cock just barely inside her was blocked by Karen's body as she planted her pussy on my face. I set my tongue to the job.
At one point both girls came at the same time. i lost count of their climaxes when I ran out of fingers. Karen climbed off and whispered in my ear, "Frank, you gotta cum now before you kill us". She didn't need to ask twice.
I knew what it should feel like from whacking off. i underestimated. I held off as long as I could as the pressure built. A low growl slipped out, shortly followed by some noises I didn't recognize that I think startled the girls. I no longer was in charge as my back arched, driving my cock deep into Chris. Then the damn broke. The first load launched when I was in deep, and then I was thrusting and a shot with each effort for a dozen or so. Cum spilled out of her, running down her leg and dripping all over me. I gave a little jump when she let my cock slide out. A small explosion of cum then drained out. Electricity shot through my body and I briefly saw stars. Unbelievable. Moments later as my breathing finally slowed, I lay under the down comforter with a naked lady under each arm, snuggling close and breathing on my neck. Sleep came.
Moonlight streamed through the window so it was not completely dark when I awoke. My cock was a telephone pole. Warm fingers caressed him while another hand was working on my nipples. Two naked ladies, one under each arm, both turned toward me, to allow them better access and also so they could rub their nipples on my body. I didn't mind.
Karen wanted to be fucked from behind, doggie style. She didn't have to ask twice. I figured out this one with some enthusiasm. Watching my cock disappear into her from that perspective was a joy. It felt good too. Meanwhile Chris was rubbing her hands across my back, and then without hesitation she was tickling my balls from behind as I was stroking into Karen. Suddenly, Karen was crying out, arching her back as I thrust into her. She fell to one side, curled into a fetal position as I continued to pound into her. She lost complete control, writhing about on the bed, rotating around on my cock. One more loud cry and a back arching spasm and she was done. Hugging a pillow, she fell back to sleep.
So it was Chris's turn as she lay back, legs spread, pussy glistening in the moonlight, and that was her finger curling, inviting me over to her welcoming embrace. Once plugged in we went right at it. I loaned her a few more orgasms and as she finally went limp I took my turn, exploding into her as she cried out one more time. More sleep.
I forget how many more times they woke me up to relieve their "tensions". I didn't get much sleep, but then I was not complaining. The sun was up as I finished off both of them one more time. This sex thing had a certain appeal. I was trying to figure out a way to talk them, either one, into doing this again some day. They beat me to it, inviting me to meet both of them at Bernie's the next Friday. I made a point to comply.
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