We left bright and early Tuesday morning, which unknown by me was the same day the girls were going in for their doctor's appointments for the Pill.
The ride downstate with my parents was fun, although long -- 5 hours in a non-air-conditioned car in late July. I had never really seen the middle and southern part of the state, although, there wasn't much to look at. It was, after all, flat prairie land with cornfields as far as the eye could see. This time of the year, the corn was maturing, as it stood a good six feet all tasseled out with golden silk forming on the maturing ears; briefly reminding me of some other 'golden silk'.
Back then the state interstate highway system was just beginning, so we took a direct route due south on a state highway, passing through every hick town on the way. It was interesting to see, and in some cases, made you appreciate what you had and what your parents had worked so hard to provide for you. My dad had always worked hard; in the past few years taking on as much overtime at the dairy as he could get.
I don't know what I was expecting when we got to the campus. Yeah, I had seen photos and been to both Rita's and Chris's campus's, where both were in the prairie setting and the town had grown around and amongst the universities, but when we pulled into the pre-registration parking lot -- I was stunned.
It was a decent sized state university of about 20,000 students sitting on south side of the town self-contained and separate. It even had its own lake and a two acre wooded area in the middle of the campus with inter-linked lighted paths. The trees throughout looked like a landscaper had designed the campus; newer dorms and buildings everywhere. Coeds walking around in shorts with long tan lean legs. T-tops outlining breasts; some small, some a nice handful. Even though this was the mid-sixties, they all wore bras, unfortunately; however, that would change with the coming of the feminist movement and the 'Sex revolution'. Maybe that would change once the full year go under way. We were to have a tour the following day, do more opportunities to check things out. This could be fun.
We spent the night in a dorm that, during the regular term, was a women's dorm. A seventeen story air-conditioned dorm that looked like it had only been built within the last few years. The room I stayed was on the fifteenth story and overlooked an open area with young trees circled by two interconnected three story men's dorms across the way, "Triads" as they were referred to. It was one of those dorms that I would later be spending the next few years. I was excited, but a little scared as I would be coming here not knowing a sole. I was not an out-going type who made friends easily, but figured if others could do it and so could I. I later found out that the men's dorms were not air-conditioned, so you could expect some humid nights in the late summer and late spring.
My registration for my fall classes was late morning, so we had our first "college breakfast" in the adjacent dining hall. Back then, all the food was prepared right there. I came from a family that what was made for meals, was what you had. If you didn't like it, too bad. My mom used to say, "This isn't a restaurant" so I wasn't a picky eater; unlike some of my future dorm mates. There was the occasional "Mystery meat", but peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were always available.
Sitting in the waiting area at the registration center, I looked around at others and discovered I was the only one with a coat and tie. Everyone else was either in shorts and tee shirts. I felt a bit awkward, but my parents were proud for the moment, as I was the first in all of our family to be going off the college. I caught a glimpse of teary eye from my mom as the realization was setting in. I just looked back and smiled. I knew this was going to get emotional for everyone.
Setting up my first quarter's classes, the counselor asked if I was interested in taking an Air Force ROTC class. She explained that there was no commitment the first two years, as it was an introductory level. If you decided to continue the last two years, you were committed to four years of service once you graduated and you would enter the Air Force as a second lieutenant. I figured with a Mechanical Engineering degree and the Air Force, I would be out of harm's way. So I went for it. In reality I only stayed in for the first two years. Toward the end of the second year the required physical made me ineligible due to my high school football dislocated shoulder.
We had planned on heading back shortly after lunch, but wanted to take in the short tour. The way the campus was laid out, a bus tour would not do justice as the only road circled the outer edges of the campus, so we walked, and walked, and walked. The campus population in the summer was pretty sparse. Mainly students trying to squeeze in a couple or required courses, or those there to take some remedial classes before the fall. The campus had undergone an expansion and many buildings were less than ten years old. A few under construction. The interior had many open spaces with low gently rolling hills; all dotted perfectly with maturing trees. I could see myself here.
The trip home seemed longer than the trip down the day before, maybe because of the walking or just the long day. We talked about the day, the campus, general classes I was going to be taking. Then my dad asked if I was glad I was going here and not to the main state university, which I knew he was pushing for that. I said that I felt comfortable here. That the main university was just too big. He understood. We got home around 9:00 and we all crashed: and my dad had to work the next day, I had to be at work at 8:00 and then getting together with the girls.
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"So, how was yours," asked Chris over the phone.
"Embarrassing. First, I had to take everything off and put on this gown. Then he felt and squeezed my boobs. Bill does a much better job there. Then I'm lying on my back with legs spread wide, and he's probing inside of me."
"Yeah, same here. Did he ask you if you were sexually active? He did me."
"No. What did you say?"
"I couldn't say 'Yes', so I lied."
"Do you think he believed you?"
"Don't know. Actually, don't really care. Just glad my mom wasn't in the room."
"Yeah, me too. So, did you get the prescription filled?"
"Yeah. I think there are three months' worth. Guess I'll have to check out the school's pharmacy to see about refills. Don't know how that is going to work. I mean do you just take it to them and get more, or do I have to have my doctor write a prescription?"
"Maybe I can get my mom to call in about that. Maybe she can get it filled here and mail them to me."
"Yeah. I can see my mom going in to town to get my birth control pills refilled," Rita chucked first then Chris joined in.
"How long do we have to wait before it becomes effective?"
"He said it should be good in a week or so, but it is best to wait a month."
"So, I guess, since our periods are pretty close, we will both start about the same time. Give it a month to be safe and then we can do it 'for real'. What do you think it will feel like to have him cum inside of you? To fill you with his cum?"
"I don't know, but you are making me wet just thinking about it."
"When are we going to tell him, and who is going to the first?"
"I think we don't tell him until we know we're safe. As to who's first, I was thinking I got his original virginity, so I think you should get this one. That way we each have one." They both cracked up over the phone.
