Where it happened: college
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
I was not an experienced or “with it” guy when I arrived at
college, but I was very independent. Anyhow, I didn’t feel
confident to ask any girls out that actually were great looking
because the fraternity types and the upperclassmen zoomed
in on the cute ones and I was outclassed, I thought. And the
girls available for dates, I thought, would be either “dogs”,
fat, or dull and/or ugly. Boy was I wrong. I ran into this
girl by chance on campus on friday afternoon. I knew her from
a class of mine, but she was frumpy, weird hair, appeared to
have no figure, and certainly would be overlooked by the
“in-crowd”. AS I soon found out, her appearance and messy
clothing was sort of a defense mechanism for her, and what
a woman she was underneath! (can’t tell a book by the cover)
We started talking about all sorts of weird things, and sat
for hours on a secluded bench near the ravine. It was a warm
fall day, and magic was definitely in the air.
Now you have to understand that I was not usually aggressive
with girls and dated only a little in high school, so It was
a surprise even to me how overwhelmed I was. I just couldn’t
help myself. My hands slipped under her sweater and were
magnetically attached to her body. She wiggled and abviously
loved it, but we kept up a conversation about other things;
travel, places we wanted to go someday, our memories of
things. We laughed and kissed, but were strangely polite
and nice to each other as if I were not feeling her all over
her back, arms, breasts, neck, and everywhere. I sort of made
up my mind to touch every place on her body. It was a turn-on
for both of us as I slowly carressed her ears, her face, hair,
with my magnet hands that could not lose contact with her smooth
cool, so soft and — I have tingles even now thinking of how
wonderful a sensation it was to touch her.
Then, the unbelievable drama of slowly – millimeter by
millimeter – down from her neat little bellybutton – down
went my fingers slipping under panties feeling the fine hair
and then with my extended fingers actually touch her slighly
open soft lips and feel her clitoris ready for my hand. I cupped
my hand there between her legs with pressure on her, with one of
my fingers sort of curled up in her, moving just slighly up
and down. We just sat in this position for it seemed like an hour.
It wasn’t really foreplay, just an intimate embrace position
that we both instinctiviely knew felt so good that we didn’t dare
change a thing. These are sexual memories that you can treasure
forever.
I hate to turn this into a preaching session, but you youngster
that are reading all these (fiction?) stories remember that
people don’t and should’t do sex by the numbers. 1.He does this
2. She does this 3. Rock hard that 4. Wet this 5. Blow that
Baloney! Try to please your partner and yourself – savor the moments – don’t
feel obligated to do it by the numbers. As in the above, some
of the greatest sex moments in my life didn’t involve “the act”.
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