Where it happened: Her Dorm Room
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 4
Category: Straight
Freshmen year…I was sitting at the lunch table in the cafeteria absent-mindedly picking at a half eaten chicken sandwich. My friend Cydni was sittingacross from me. “I’m going to go get some desert,” said Cyndi as she got up and walked away from my table. I was sitting alone staring into the space where Cyndi had been–not really focusing on anything except for the windowpane, or somebody’s backpack or something.
The movement of a body in front of me yanked me back into reality. For one moment, I had assumed it was Cyndi, but I was wrong. Devan was here name, and I had been introduced to her only once before along with a whole bunch of other people. She came up to me, and instantly I noticed the sparkle in her eye and her smart, sexxy, smile. She had a bounce in her step that tossed her wavy hair lightly with each step.
She sat down in the chair where Cyndi had been–“Hi!”
“Hello,” I said.
“You don’t really know me, but I’ve got something to tell you.”
“Ok.”
“Last night I had this dream about you, she said.”
“Oh really,” I replied, “was it a sex dream?” I asked, completely in jest.
“Actually, yes!”
Well, needless to say, my heart jumped–here was this attractive girl with a boyfriend saying that she had a sex dream about me! What do I say to that?
“Well, was I any good?”
“Yes you were–you were very good.!”
I was a little dumbfounded, needless to say–how often does one meet a girl who’s as completely forward as that? Something about her caught my heart right away. I noticed that she had a cute butt as she walked with that oh-so-cute bounce in her step back to her seat one table away.
Fortunately for me, her current boyfriend was graduating after first semester, and they had not planned to continue their relationship with him being a graduated senior, and her a sophomore. I knew this girl had to be mine–there was something so special, and so different about her. I didn’t know what, but I knew she must be pursued!
January term begins, and Devan and I are hanging out all the time–talking on the phone and whatnot. And somehow all of our conversations rolled back to sexual stuff. Well, we began hooking up on and off all through January term.
Finally, this one night we’re hanging out him her dorm. Her roommate, Autumn was off somewhere sipping the sweet amber poison (beer). We had the room to ourselves. The only light in that room was a string of Christmas lights, and it was a really soft light…very sexy! We were lying on her bed talking, and I confess that I’ve never ever had my penis sucked before–I’ve never had a blowjob. She was a little amazed. Well, began to kiss. Tongues were twirling together–she tasted so amazing! I sucked lightly on her lower lip, and I kissed an licked all over her neck. She took her shirt off and showed her beautiful round breasts, capped with hard nipples to me and the soft light. I began stroking her breasts, swirling symmetrical patterns across her chest. She was only wearing her panties, and they were cranberry with a little gold ring connecting the two thin strips of fabric that hugged her curves.
She was making all sorts of crazy noises, driving me absolutely crazy with her vocal approval of what I was doing. Finally she said, “Justin please touch me!” I was so nervous–I was breast-proficient, but pussy–this was uncharted territory! What do I do. Well, she could sense that I was nervous, and she took my hand and guided it down to her pussy. She ran my hand over her pussy in a light stroking motion. Who knew a girl could be so wet? The thin strip of cranberry fabric between her legs was smooth to begin with, but with the addition of her pussy elixir, the fabric was positively slick. I stroked, pressing my middle finger lightly against her clit, and running my hand up and down over her lips with just light pressure (heck, I didn’t know what I was doing).
Then she pulled off her panties and for the first time I saw her pussy. She was wet! She practically glistened from all the juice she was producing! I must be doing something right, I thought to myself. And then she said it, “Justin, would you please go down on me!” Ahhh! Strike two–I’ve never done that either, however, before I lied and told her I had. Caught in my own trap, a million thoughts raced through my head. What do I do? What does pussy taste like? Just where is that darn love button anyway? Am I any good?
“Sure Devan!” I said. Oh well, here it goes, let’s hope I’m good! I brought my face closer towards her spread legs. I thought I better try to delay the inevitable–I began kissing the soft, smooth, skin on her inner thigh. I then ran my tounge all over her thighs, very deliberately, leaving a glistening trail of my saliva on her legs. What I didn’t realize was that by my delaying kissing between her legs, I was really turning her on, and driving her absolutely crazy! Well, shoot, score novice!
Finally, I began to lick her pussy, gently, up and down along her clit, and along her lips. I ran my tongue between her lips and over her clit. She was making all sorts of crazy sex noises, moaning, heavy breathing. That was really turning me on! I guess some sort of instincts must’ve kicked in, because she was thrusting her hips, touching her breasts and moaning like crazy after only a few moments. I settled into a random pattern of tongue flicking over her clit, dancing around it with the tip of my tongue. Well, she kept making more and more noise, and she was thrusting so much I could barely keep my face between her legs!
It took a while, but just when I thought my tongue was going to cramp up and fall off, she began having her orgasm. She said it felt like she was floating at the pleasure shot through her body. Exhausted, she sunk into the sweat-stained mattress. She went to pee, and I went to wash my face. We lay in bed together after and kissed a whole bunch. There was a big dark of area soaked with her crazy pussy elixir, and my saliva, but we didn’t mind. As it ended up, nothing else happened in the line of oral-sex, I didn’t get my reward for services rendered until later–but man was it worth it.
That was in the first month of our relationship, Devan and I are now very much in love and have been dating for almost eight months. She’s now in Ireland for the semester, and we are both still virgins…however, after four months of seperation, and a love that grows stronger by the second, I’m not sure how much longer we’ll stay that way–we just might have to trade virginities…but that’s another story now, isn’t it?
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