Where it happened: my bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Twenty-one, smart college kid, wide circle of friends, attractive to some girls – but afraid or unwilling to get sexually intimate with girls. Perhaps it was chivalry from reading Arthurian legends. Perhaps it was abhorrence at my father’s trying to push me early into sex (threatened that when I was 16 he’d take me to some NYC women who would show me the ropes). Perhaps it was just unreasonable fear. I needed something to get me past whatever barrier I had. That help arrived one evening.
I shared an apartment with Jackson. Jackson had a girlfriend, Meryl. Jack and Meryl often screwed, audibly, in the apartment – arousing me no end. One evening Meryl and her friend Carol came visiting. I joined them and we made a friendly foursome. We smoked some pot, noshed on snacks, and yakked for a couple hours. I learned that Carol was married to an anthropology professor who was often away doing field work – in fact he was then with Inuits on a 6-month project. Carol was lanky, long-haired, articulate, had considerable poise, and was probably in her late 20s. I caught no flirting moves on her part.
It got late and we decided to turn in. I peed, brushed teeth, and went into my little bedroom. Someone was in my narrow bed – Carol. She said, ‘I hope you don’t mind. I need someplace to sleep.’ I said it was not a problem, and, in my underpants, got under the covers. Carol was wearing a thin T-shirt and panties. She smelled good, her skin and hair felt good. We spooned with me behind her. My arm went around her and my hand ended up on her breast. I had previously spent many nights sleeping with another girl, feeling her breast as I drifted off, and thought this would be the same. I found Carol’s breast sweet and comforting. I did not seek the nipple, just squeezed the breast very softly as I tried to compose my mind for sleep. Instead of also drifting off Carol abruptly sat up, took off her top, and to looked at me in the dimness. She said ‘If you keep touching me I’ll have to take off my panties.’ I said I thought we could have a good sleep, and we both lay down again in the same positions.
Carol seemed quite comfortable and snuggled her rear up to me again. My arm needed someplace to go and again went over her, ending up in the vicinity of her breast. The appeal of the breast was too great and in my slightly impaired condition I failed to stop my hand from feeling it. This time it was bare skin, and felt wonderful. Carol immediately sat up, moved the covers down, and scooted out of her panties. She looked toward my underpants. I thought ‘OK, OK,’ and slipped them off. Now we were both completely naked. Carol was clearly not in the mood to spoon and drift off. I looked at her chest and the mysterious dark area between her legs, and decided to enjoy exploring them. In a short time I was highly erect – once Carol ascertained this fact by feeling me she lay back, and directed me into the space between her knees. She was experienced and smooth. She directed my whopper, which slipped easily into her, and as it did she let out a deep moan which excited me terribly. I came in no time, no doubt way before she wanted me to. The relaxation following the orgasm, with the effects of the pot, had me soon in a deep sleep.
She was still there in the morning. I felt wonderful. Her skin was smooth, her long hair alluring. But she and Meryl quickly left. There were no more adventures with Carol, but her gift, her instruction, her lesson, ushered in a number of very fine experiences so that I can report that my 21st was indeed a very good year.
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