Where it happened: Dorm room
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
We have all had our fun and games at camps. Many of us have had a little more than fun and games at camps as well. By now, as you have probably figured out, it was at a camp that I experienced the inexplainable sensation of love making. I was at a gymnastics camp at a universtiy in Illinois. This was my second year at that particular camp and, knowing some of the other campers, we would have a blast. So, like most boy’s, we would watch and wistle at the girl’s volley-ball team that was having their camp during the same week. The girls stayed in the same residence hall, but slept two floors above us. During the evenings, after our workouts, all the campers would hang out on the main floor, playing pool and just having a good time. Me and a couple of the older gymnasts would sit and pick out the “cream of the crop” from the girls. Most of the time we would have our differences on choice, but we had found a subject for unanimous decision this time. She was a long-legged blonde. I have had the pleasure of traveling through both hemispheres and 11 countries, and have found only five women, FIVE, who’s seemingly un-natural beauty burned their eloquence into my memory forever. She was one of them. She had a smile that could make your bad-day’s cease to exist, and eyes that would search your soul and read your heart. She had won our vote without any spoken agreement. Usually we nominate someone to go and try to at least strike up a conversation. Lacking shyness, I had earned a reputation of doing this quite well. At this point, however, I seemed to regret this reputation. I knew, deep down, that I would be the one expected to try and get somewhere…anywhere with this beauty, but this time I feared defeat. Being a gymnast, I am strong and well structured. I am told that I have a good personality and am somewhat good-looking, albeit slightly shorter than average; but once again, I questioned my ability to succeed. I wont bore you with too many more details about meeting her, but I will tell you that I was pleasantly surprised when we ended up talking for close to two hours. She (at this point I had found out her name was Tiffany and she was one year younger than me) had not been the usual, prissy, goody-two-shoes that I was familiar to find in women. In fact, she had excited me with her rebelious nature. I wanted her company, no question about it. Before “lights-out” came around, I begged off a phone from one of my friends that had come to this camp last year. We had learned, the year before, that the phone lines still worked, but all you needed was a phone. We would call room to room and talk, but this night I wanted to talk to Tiffany. My friend finally agreed and I quickly took the phone in a bag to Tiffany. We spent all night on the phone. Neither of us recieved but maybe two hours of sleep. On the phone, her rebelious streak consumed me and she suggested I try to make it up to her room the next night. There was no way in heaven or hell that I would turn down that offer. The next day, I went to a nearby Goody’s for my lunch break and bought some condoms (yes, everyone practice safe-sex) and spent the rest of the day trying to figure out how I would get to her room. You see, after they do a bed-check, they put tape on the doors. This way you could still get out and re-tape your door, but you couldn’t get in. Finally I devised a plan. That night, I creeped out of my dorm room after my room-mate fell asleep (my conversing on the phone didn’t allow him much sleep the night before) and took the stairs to the v-ball floor. I quickly and quietly made a round of the floor, removing the tape from all the doors, and knocked on Tiffany’s door. She let me in, and I told her what I did. When the R came around to all the rooms demanding to know who had done this, Tiffany gave the same answer everyone else did: “I don’t know. I didn’t even know someone untaped them.” The R, infuriated, taped everyone’s door again, and we think she sat out in the hall for quite a while. Tiffany talked her room-mate into going to the adjacent room and spend the night with those two girls. Knowing what Tiffany and I had planned, she didn’t need to be asked twice. When we were alone with all doors locked, we were surrounded with and awkward silence that seemed to last an eternity. We were both virgins and had very little experience in pleasing the other sex. Finally, I made some wise-crack about the intelligence of the R and we both laughed. After that, we began kissing. I have no idea if I can kiss good or not, but I remember being very self-consience then. She was an excellent kisser and diminished any uncertainty I had previously had. Screw it if I got kicked out of camp! She was magnificent! After much heavy making out on her bed, we both had lost our shirts (She had a body to match her face!) and I could swear that my pants were going to rip at the seams. I never remember being that hard. I removed her bra and began to kiss and lick around her breasts. I took one of her hard nipples into my mouth and began to lick, nibble, and suck on it. When she moaned, I took her other breast in my hand and massaged it. Her body would arch with pleasure and she would repress moan after moan. I couldn’t take it any longer, my pants were definitly too tight now. I guess she must have sensed my intense arousal, because she pushed me off of her, gave me a kiss that sent me to heaven, then unzipped my pants and proceeded to use those same lips on my cock. Her warm, moist mouth sent me through the roof. I could feel her tounge stroke my head as her head bobbed up and down. It was my turn to fight a moan of extreme pleasure. I finally came to the point of climax and told her I was going to cum. She just paused, looked at me with that wonderous smile, and then sucked my dick till I came in her mouth. She swallowed and then licked my shaft up and down. I had never had anything that good, and I was determined to try and please her. I slid her panties down, licking her thighs their entire, long length. I began rubbing around her already wet clit. Her muscles contracted in anticipation and I dived into her center of femininity. I felt her hot, sweet hole envelope my tounge. It was not as so many had told me; she WAS sweet and tasted good. I licked the lips of her clit and plunged my tounge into her depths several times. She finally grabbed my head and whispered into my ear, “I want you inside me!” I laid her on her back with a nagging in the back of my head. I laid on top of her and asked her if this is what she really wanted. All she gave me was another comforting smile. Just as I was about to enter her, I realized the nagging in my head: The condoms!!! I quickly grabbed the pack from my jean’s pockets and put one on, realizing how close I had come to ruining her future and possibly mine too! With that out of the way, I fingered her clit once more and then she spread her legs wide and inviting. I plunged my throbbing cock into her. God she was tight! But I felt stupid and ignorant when she let out a muffled yelp of pain. I had forgotten she was a virgin. I had forgotten who I was with and had focused on my own pleasure. I now remembered the hours on the phone and how much I did truly care for Tiffany, and took my dick from her cunt. She looked at me, understanding my confusion and regret, and told me that she will be on top so she can have more control of penetration. She stood above me on the bed, and then straddled me, slowly feeding the entire length of my dick inside of her. I lost total control as her muscles constricted against my cock, squeazing the already tight space. She rode me for awhile, but I never came. Finally she said it wasn’t painful anymore, and we switched positions. I began sliding in and out of her. Slowly at first, but I sped up as I reached climax. My whole body shuddered as I shot my load. We laid together for a time, but never talking. Then she rolled over and looked at me with a mischevious grin. “Time for Round Two!!” she whispered. She stroked my cock until it was hard again and we made love in new positions for round two. The Rs quite checking rooms at six o’clock in the morning. It wasn’t until then that I went back to my room, which I had left at 11:00. I had cum five times in that time period. I realize now that I could never have asked for a better partner for my first time. Even though the SEX probably wasn’t great (both virgins) it was most likely the greatest bout of LOVE MAKING I will ever have. We never got each others phone numbers or mailing address. We said good-bye and went to our homes, 300 miles apart. I miss Tiffany’s warm smile and wonderous humor. But I REALLY miss her rebelious side. She changed me. She gave me respect for women. I no longer sit and see how many girls I can “bag”. True, she made me extremely horny, even to this day. But now, I respect and love all women, knowing that each and everyone of them has a little rebel inside of their heart – remembering the little rebel that’s inside of mine.
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