Where it happened: Hotel Room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
In my journalism class we had an assignment to find samething on the Internet and write a story about it, and in looking arund in the Internet I found this page, and since I have just had mny first time I decided to write about it. But NOT for the journalism class, God no. This is just to record it for posterity.
I am a freshman Communications major but I play the clarinet in the band. (You don’t have to be a music major to play in the band). Every year during spring break the band takes a trip all through the state, playing concerts. It’s a public relations promotion for the college.
We stop at hotels along the way at night and we sleep two to a room, with the roommates being assigned alphabetically. The first night I was to sleep with a French horn player named Joan, and she asked if I would mind changing rooommates, so she could sleep wih her boy friend, Billy. I asked where I would sleep and she said with Billy’s roommate, Bruce, the tuba player. I was pretty reluctant about this but she said, “Oh, please. You see, Billy and I are getting married after graduation and we won’t have any money for a honeymoon, so we would like this to be our honeymoon.”
Then Billy came in, already in his pajamas and robe, and joined in pleading. He told me, “Bruce is really a hell of a nice guy and he won’t give you any trouble. He’s the gentlest guy in the world.”
Well they both looked so pleading that I said “Okay.” Billy stepped out of the room so I could get ready for bed and put on my pajamas and a robe.
Then I went three doors down the hall to his room and knocked, and this great big guy opened the door. It was Brice and he was six-three and weighed, I don’t know, around 230 pounds, with a huge chest and broad shoulders and arms like small trees.
I said, “I guess I’m supposed to sleep here,” and he said, “Oh my god, a giantess. They didn’t tell me I’d be sleeping with a giantess. Please be careful and don’t roll over onto me, or you’ll squash me like a bug.” (I’m 5-2 and, well, petite.)
I smiled and said, “I promise,” and he said, “Okay, and if either of us snores, the other one can poke him or her, all right?” I said “Fine,” and we got in this king size bed, with plenty of room between us.
Then I lay there, unable to relax, and pretty soon he said, “This is sillly, both of us lying here rigid for fear the other one is going to accidentally touch us. Why don’t we reach out and touch each other, and if the world doesn’t come to an end we will know that it’s all right. I’ll go first.”
So he reached over with his big right arm and squeezed my shoulder, very gently. Then I reached over and felt his muscles. He said, “See, we survived. Now, good night, my big, burly roomy.”
We both went to sleep and slept soundly. When we woke up he said, “Well, it wasn’t to bad having a great big ugly girl in bed with me. Let’s do it again tonight.”
The second night we were again together in a big king size bed. In the middle of the night I had a very bad dream, one I have had off and on for years, and I began screaming.
Bruce put his arms around me and held me tight and kept telling me it was all right, it was all right, he would protect me and no one was going to hurt me. I gradually calmed down. He kissed the back of my neck and said, “Are you all right now?” I said, “Yes, but keep holding me, please.”
So I slept the rest of the night in his big strong arms, feeling safe and secure and also, well, feeling loved.
The next morning I woke up with his arms still around me. He was already awake and when he saw I was awake he said, “Good, I can have my arms back now.”
I said how sorry I was if I had made him uncomfortable, and he said,”Honey, that was the nicest feeling I’ve ever had and don’t apologize.”
Then the third night our hotel room had twin beds, so we wouldn’t be sleeping together, and I was disappointed, and I think he was too. But he wished be good night and got in his bed and I startd to get in mine. Then I made up my mind to do something rash for once in my life and went over and got into his bed with him.
I said, “I’m afraid I might have that dream again,” and he said, “Then just cuddle up next to me.”
I did, and he put his arms around me and I wiggled my body back against his so my bottom was right against his pubic area. We lay like that for a while, and then I felt his hands up around my breasts and I reached up and opened up my pajama shirt so he could put them right on me.
He fondled them for a few minutes and I could feel them getting tight and hard. Then he started to put his hands down into my pajama pants and I wasn’t doing anything to discourage him, and suddenly he stopped.
He said, “Oh my god, what am I doing to a sweet, innocent young girl, taking advantage of her because she had a nightmare. God, I’m ashamed of myself,” and he pulled his arms and hands away and turned over with his back to me.
then he said, “Go to sleep, honey, I won’t molest you any more.”
Well it took me quite a while to go to sleep, and I could tell it took him quite a while too. but we finally did. Then in the morning he said, “Honey we mustn’t let anything like that happen again. Why, I might have made you pregnant.”
I said, “Well, thanks for being so considerate,” and we went down to breakfast.
Oh, I might say that the first morning we had breakfast together he ordered one that hd a choice of bacon or sausage. He asked me which I preferred and I said, “Bacon if it is nice and crisp.” So when the waitress said, “Bacon or sausage?” he said, “Bacon if it’s nice and crisp,” and when it came he gave the bacon to me, saying he was a vegetarian. And he had done that each morning.
Well this morning he said, “I think I’ll have an omelet,” and I pretended to be disappointed and said, “So I don’t get any bacon?” When he ordered the omelet he said, “And a side order of bacon, and be sure it’s nice and crisp.”
That’s just to show what a nice guy he was.
Oh, I had asked him how he got to be a tuba player and he said in high school he played football until he wrecked both his knees and the doctor said to give up football or me might never walk again. Then the band leader had asked him to join the band as he was the only man in school who could carry the tuba.
“I thought carrying the tuba would be a cinch,” Bruce told me. “He hadn’t said I would have to learn to play the fool thing. But I learned, and now I kind of like it.”
Well, at our hotel the fourth night I went in to their little drug store and made a purchase that I felt very embarassed about, although the cashier was very matter of fact about it.
That night we again had a king size bed, and I took out of the pocket of my robe what I had purchased, a package of condoms.
Bruce said, “Why, you wicked, wicked girl. Why didn’t you tell me you were buying these, and I could have saved my money<" and he pulled out a package of condoms too.
So that night I had my first sex experience, and it was just as fine and wonderful and memorable as any that have been related on this page. We did the complete routine of foreplay, complete with oral treatment of both our genitalia and all the fondling you can imagine. And yes, he had a very large penis, and it did take some very firm thrusting to put it in me, and yes, it hurt when he broke my hyman, and I bled a little, but not enough to cause consternation.
And we did it a second and a third time, each one truly great, and then went o sleep, again in my favorite posiion, wrapped in his arms.
We had one more great night on the tour, another triple play, and when we got home and were parting Bruce said, “Does this mean I’m finally going to get an invitation to the Queen’s Ball?” That’s our big social event of the year, where we crown a campus queen, and a boy has to be asked by a girl. Bruce said he had never had a girl invite him, so I said, “Well, all right, I’ll have pity on you.”
We exchanged a great, warm parting kiss and he said,”And I’ve got a lot of places I want to invite you, so don’t you go getting hung up on anybody else.”
I said, “Don’t be silly, why should I, when I’ve got a tube player for a boy friend.”
And that’s how we are, and that’s how we’re going to be, from now on.
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