I looked across the aisle at a pretty brunette with dark green eyes—like emeralds! She had been watching this scene with great interest, and seem to be amused by my frustration with Claire. I just gave her a half-smile and left the café.
It took several more meetings at different places, even meeting her at the theater for a movie date, before she condescended to give me her last name ... and her number. She decided that I was safe I guess, but after that things went along much smoother. It was after our third official 'date' that she allowed herself to give me a kiss goodnight.
I hadn't counted on receiving one, so I started to walk away after escorting her to the door of her dorm building, and she said,
"Ahem, uh, Michael?"
I quickly turned and walked back. I slid my hands onto her hips and very nervously moved my head toward hers about eighty percent of the way, waiting for her to come the other twenty. Pure 'textbook goodnight kiss technique', right? Well it worked and I felt her sweet full lips press into mine for the first time. It was the briefest piece of heaven I ever had, and it sent me home floating!
From what I could tell, Claire did not date much. As pretty as she was, she mostly stuck to her books—possibly including that little orange ethics book. After that first goodnight kiss, which seemed to be my graduation to a higher lever with her, things were much easier between us. We laughed, went to amusement parks, movies, or just rented bikes to tour around the many paths surrounding the campus.
I even found out that Claire was ticklish!
As an example, we decided to rent a tandem bicycle to take a tour of the miles of bike paths around our town lake, and surrounding picnic areas. The first issue to be decided, was who would be driving? The person in front has the ability to steer, and the person in the back merely provides power. We flipped for it, and I lost, so I was in the back seat. The unintended bonus of that, of course, was that I had a nice view of her pretty ass!
In fact, after a mile or two she turned and asked, "Michael! You're not looking at my butt are you?"
"No Ma'am! Not me! No way! Huh uh!" I lied my face off!
"Michael, you're such a perv!" she giggled, not believing the lies.
We had a great day, and she was fun to be with. We made a day of it, and ended up across the lake from a traveling carnival, and watched the lights from the rides, as we finished off the last of the Buffalo wings and shared the last beer from our earlier picnic. When they started the fireworks, signaling the end of the evening, Claire cuddled up against me and I put my arm around her.
It wasn't long before we were lying back on the grass, kissing and fondling. Our outings became increasingly romantic, but still not anything sexual.
We dated as much as our studies would allow; she had a tough schedule working on a bachelor of science in engineering. Since I was an English major hoping to become a writer, or failing that, an editor, I was able to help her with some of her non-engineering writing assignments. But just editing and correcting grammar and punctuation.
Listening to her talk about her technical classes, I got the impression that she was quite brilliant, aside from the fact that she was carrying a 4.0 grade-point average (GPA). The more I learned, the more I found attractive about her. I was struggling to hang on to my measly 3.7 GPA ... she was much smarter than I was.
It was into our third month of dating before she invited me up to her dorm room. It was after a movie date, and her roommate Sandy was conveniently spending the night with another friend. It all happened so easily, without any fanfare, or much nervousness on her part. The nerves were all on my part, with some amount of performance anxiety—if it went that far. On her front stoop, I leaned in for our customary goodnight kiss, but before I got to my eighty percent, she simply and calmly said,
"Why don't you come up, Michael?"
"Y-yes, s-sure!" was my stunned and semi-moronic response.
She opened the door, and there was no doubt which side of the room was hers. One side was completely anal-retentively neat and orderly, and the other one was a typical girl's messy room. Sandy was a very sweet slightly plump brunette, but she was also a slob like most college girls. Claire pulled off her light jacket, and put it neatly over the back of her desk chair. She sat on her bed, and patted the mattress right next to her for me to join her. Her slight smile sweetened the invitation.
That was my cue! Invitation? I didn't need a second one! We sat on the bed, sort of half-turned toward each other, holding hands with fingers interlaced, just talking quietly punctuated occasionally with little fondles and kisses. After a while, she reached into the drawer of her desk, and produced a little blue packet that she offered to me, pinched between her index and middle fingers saying,
"Here, you will need this Michael!"
I took the packaged condom from her as she slowly started to unbutton and remove her blouse, and unsnap her bra. Everything she did was with an easy charm and sweet smiles. So much so, that her manner quickly put me at ease. I saw more and more of her curvy shape come into view as she pulled off her skirt. She lifted her butt and pulled off her panties with a cute little wiggle. When she was completely naked, she laid back and lifted her inside leg, leaning it against the wall, exposing everything to my view.
Her sweet smile exuded confidence, and I moved my lips in between her legs. She gasped as my lips touched her inner thigh, high up. I moved cautiously down to the bottom of her buttocks. She giggled when my touch there tickled her. "Michael! Please!" she pleaded, as I moved in for the grand prize, and lightly slid my tongue along her moist pussy lips.
Her smell was intoxicating! Fresh, and a sweetly female musk, typical of young women. I breathed her in, and the tip of my tongue parted her lips. This elicited a low moan from my lady, as she threw her head back, combing her fingers through my hair. She breathed in sharply when I opened her lips with my fingers. She was pink! Her nether-lips was the very definition of pink inside! She was soft and moist, and I let my lips partake of her like a delicious flower ... no, more like a very juicy and ripe fruit!
As I partook of her fleshy, moist and aromatic pussy, she let her pent up breath out in little huffs, trying to control losing her breath completely. She found her breath again as I sucked on her pretty little nubbin of a clit. She shuddered, trying to say "Ohhh, Miichaaelll!" she flooded her little flower with her juices. Flower or fruit, she was wet and ready. I moved my kisses down between her buttocks, and let just he very tip of my tongue tease her little rosebud, of a puckered opening. But then she let me know, just how ready she was as she pleaded,
"Ohhh, Michael! I need you inside me!" she breathed, then more insistently, "Now, Michael!"
That first slow strokes inside her were amazing, and I had to control myself so I didn't come immediately. As wet as she was, I filled her up inside—she told me so as she moaned with pleasure, as I stroked in and out of her.
The way she moved her body aroused me quickly—maybe too quickly. I bit my lower lip, just trying to hold out as she pushed up against my thrusts, I felt her shudder about halfway along, but I held out, stroke after urgent, painful stroke, until she screamed into her own sweet violence, shuddering and convulsing. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh Michael! That was so f'ing good! Oh God, baby!!!" she said, still convulsing.
It was only a further two thrusts into this amazingly beautiful girl, when I stiffened, and released inside of her warmth—inside the condom, of course. I released all of my pent-up pain and urgency as I sprayed into my latex sheath. It felt so wonderful as I shuddered, finally finding release! "Ahhh Gooddd!!!" I grunted as I found sweet release!
We lay together holding each other as we both struggled to regain our breath. Our lips just kind of found each other's, and we pressed them together in a kiss so passionate ... no, not passionate, more ... urgent, needful, wanting ... and
wanting
!
The sight of her full pink lips, parting slightly! The aroma of her sweet breath on mine! All of that was nothing to the taste, the touch of her lips on mine. She tasted sweet ... like chocolate ... or peppermint, but ... not! The initial light and tenuous pressure led to fully pressing into each other's lips. The sound of her desperate moans gave me chills, as she engaged the last of my five senses in that sweetest of kisses.
