Where it happened: My Bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
It was a cold November night when the rain pisses down, cold and hard, and soaks through anything you wear. Fall Semester, sophmore year. I’d seen her in a couple classes, we must have the same major, I had thought. I couldn’t speak to her. I was in a group with her in speech class and I couldn’t speak to her. She must have thought I was a brooding psyco. I was a psyco; I was almost following her around, memorizing her daily movements, and her face floated in my dreams, dreams that I would blush to describe, the kind find you half awake in the early morning with your hand on you crotch. I was driving my self insane with longing for her.
Her name resonated in my mind. “Clara.” Blue eyes, blond hair, tall, strong features, funny, she always seemed together and with it. The kind of woman who would never get married because she didn’t need anyone. But I needed her, I could feel it, undeniably.
I tried to give it up as impossible by mid-semester and tried to move on. I would have ripped out my heart rather than forget I had ever seen her, but I had to try. She would never be mine and I couldn’t waste my life over her. Then the storm hit.
It had been raining for days, the freezing, heavy rain the cuts to the bone and makes you dream of a warm fire and a mug of cocoa like you would another world. She was reading in the Library in the middle of campus on a Saurday night. I saw her leave; I hadn’t followed her to the library, but once I saw her there I couldn’t help my self. I saw that she was sniffing and sneezing and a little bit crabby to her friends. The rain was giving everybody colds this week. I gave up when she left, I had to get a paper done and my grades were horrible mostly because of her. A feeling tickled me a the base of my neck, something was wrong. Something I had to fix.
I grabbed my books and started out into the rain. I didn’t know where I was going I just knew I had to be there. And there she was, sitting in a locked building doorway, shivering. I walked up to her.
“Are you alright.”
“I’m ahhh. . .ummmmm, I can’t. . .can’t seem to walk. . .anywhere. . .I’m umm, so cold. I just can’t mmmmmmmmmm,. . .help me, please.” She was crying.
I needed no more incoragement. I stripped off my coat wet as it was and through it over her, rubbing her cold arms. I got her up and over to my dorm which was close by. I took her up to my room and tried to warm her up. She gained a little awareness as she warmed and asked if I had some dry clothes for her. i gave her a big T-shirt that covered her to her legs and I turned my back as she changed, holding my breath and covering my crotch as I imagined what she looked like. She told me to turn around and I saw her in my T-shirt, long bare legs flowing out of the bottom; I almost lost control of myself and took her on my warm dorm room floor. She just looked at me, unaware of my dangerous thoughts. I had to hold myself back. She was looking at me percularly. I had shed my wet shirt; she might be appriciating the six-pack that I had worked so hard on although I so recluive that it never helps me get chicks usually.
“I’m Clara,” she said abruptly.
“I know.” I couldn’t lie to her.
“Your Jim,” she said with a twinkle in her eye and a flush on her face.
“How did you know my name?”
“I think I knew your name in the womb.”
“I shouldn’t be able understand that, but I do.”
“You knew.”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly.
“I felt you coming. Getting closer. Why didn’t you ever talk to me in class?”
“I was afraid. I’ve never been very good talking to women.” I sat closer to her on my bed with my enthusiasm. “Why didn’t you?”
“I’d couldn’t understand what I was feeling. I’ve never been in love before.” I was close to her, my face leaning in to hers. I could smell her, a clean smell of wet skin, I coulnt help myself. I leaned in and kissed her. She didn’t move and I pulled away.
“I’m sorry,. . . I shouldn’t have done that,. . .please. . .,”
“Shhhhh,” she said softly. And she pulled her T-shirt off and entwined her arms around me. I was litteraly in Heaven. I had just woken up on Chrismas Morning and found more than I had ever hoped for. I was paralized for a moment but only a moment. I moved my hands slowly along her perfect back and legs as our tounges explored new territory in each others mouths. I laid her back on the bed and we kissed for eternity we kissed. I began to exploring her body finding her best spots without looking like we had been lovers for centuries. She found mine as easily, behind my earlobe, my fingers, my eyelids. Her belly button, her inner thigh, her nipples. I went to the main event, her hair was soft and aubern colored and her lips were wet and inviting. I licked and flicked, finding her favorite spots, her squeals becames screams of extasy enraging my own ardor. We knew it was time. I climbed above her and she guided me in. She wasn’t a virgin but I was and I didn’t last long but those few minuets were filled with all the sexual tention I had built up over the weeks. I was thrusting and thrashing and kissing anything I could reach and she kept screaming “Yes!” and squirming under me and biting my shoulders.
We came together. I lay there with tears in my eyes next to her, in the dim lights of my dorm room and i looked at her as she looked at me. I knew there would be no other, ever. She wraped herself around me and I threw the blankets over us. We slept together, wrapped in each other. We woke the next morning looking in each others eyes.
That was my first time. At least, thats the way it should have happened
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