Be My Angel:
After three long weeks, I stood in the lobby of Sharon's dorm waiting for her to appear. In a way, I was dreading the evening because I believed she didn't want to go out with me and was doing it at her friend Carla's behest.
Sharon walked over to me and smiled. She looked stunning; her shimmering long, brown hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back. In the bright light I saw that it had a slight reddish tint. A brown turtleneck and tan hip huggers encased her slender petite body. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. With her small and very firm chest, she didn't need one.
As we briefly chatted about the evening, her brown eyes held mine. We walked to the Campus coffee house and Sharon spoke freely about her experience at college and our mutual friends. I had a hard time getting a word in and the normally reticent girl was talking with the ease of familiarity. What's gotten into her, I thought.
The first musical act was an extraordinarily gifted performer by the name of Ellen McIlwaine. Her repertoire was mostly folk music and bluegrass but she was a crowd pleaser and we gave her a standing ovation.
Afterward, we went to the Pizza House for a bite to eat. As we sat in the booth, Sharon's eyes never left mine. We talked and talked until the night manager politely asked us to leave as they were closing. At the entrance to her room I kissed her on the cheek and said goodnight.
Completely stunned at the turn of events, I walked back to my dorm in a kind of daze. It was the most fun I had on a date without the use of alcohol or pot. What the fuck just happened, I kept asking myself. The way she acted the entire evening was incongruous to how she acted in mixed company. Generally, she would acknowledge my presence then ignore me and talk to Carla or one of her other girlfriends.
Over the course of the next week Sharon dropped another bombshell: she asked me to be her Pinochle partner. Without thinking about the fallout, I agreed. With the image of Carla's furious face in my mind, I reproached myself. How could I be so stupid? But, there was no way that I would have refused Sharon.
When I told Carla, the look of resignation on her face was heartbreaking. I had matured into a skilled card player but there was something else in her demeanor. Our on again off again relationship was off once more. I tried to appease her and lit a joint as a peace offering but she remained subdued and very quiet.
In the Student Lounge after we played our first game as partners, I asked Sharon out again. She smiled and accepted. The smile alone was priceless.
The second date went better than the first. After we caught a movie, we ate at The Pizza House. Sharon said she was starving and ordered Lasagna. During the course of the meal, as she was animatedly talking about her sisters back home, she inadvertently spit some food across the table at me. Unaware of what she had just done, Sharon prattled on and I simply brushed the debris off my shirt.
I knew right then and there that I was destined to fall in love with her. One reason was that, despite her pint size stature, she had a healthy appetite and loved to eat. Another, this very pretty girl was totally unaffected with herself. For sure, I was smitten.
However, I also understood that I was fighting an uphill battle. Sharon was dating a guy, who looked a lot like her former boyfriend Ted. With blonde hair and a very athletic physique, he was every inch the college jock. Without her saying, I knew she was keeping Saturday nights open for him.
Our third date found Sharon and me at the Coffee House. Jamie Brockett, a very talented folk singer was the main act. Afterward, we walked in the Oak Grove Commons and despite the chill air, sat and talked about our hopes and desires for the future. Another meal at The Pizza House rounded out the evening. The evening was legendary in the brief annals of my dating career, full of good conversation, food and laughter. I found it difficult saying goodnight but surprisingly, Sharon invited me to her room. When she shut the door I took her in my arms and kissed her with gentle passion.
The simple act of kissing a girl took on a whole new dimension for me. The incredible sensation of our lips together, tongues entwined in a sensuous dance was overwhelming.
On Sharon's bed, we held each other, her petite body on top of mine. I could have held her all night but her hands were all over me and mine were doing likewise. I thought back to our first date and how it turned out to be completely different than what I expected.
And here I was on Sharon's bed, kissing her and groping her body. Breathing heavily, I pulled her sweater up and off.
"I have such little boobs," she stated. The coyness of her voice and demeanor were intoxicating.
"You have beautiful breasts," I soothed, gazing at the toned, muscular appearance of her upper body.
They weren't even a handful but the pink nipples... a puffy base topped with long nipple ducts the diameter of a thin cigar. Sharon raised her upper body and I palmed her tits until they hardened into tight crinkled cylinders. She was panting and rubbing her sex on my thigh as I held her upper body with ease and sucked her lovely nips.
I remembered my best friend Craig telling me that girls with small tits had ultra sensitive nipples. While I had always assumed he was full of bullshit, Sharon with eyes closed and head moving from side to side, loudly moaned her approval. She had moved her lower body until she was grinding her crotch over my denim covered throbbing hard on.
"Oh God...I think I'm gonna cum," she announced breathlessly.
As I increased the pressure from my lips and rasped the end of her nipple which was buried in my mouth, she humped my stony rod wildly.
"Oh my God...I'm cumming...I'm cumming..." she blurted out in the darkened room.
And so did I. Sharon rested her head on my chest and held me tight. When she stopped panting, she kissed my face passionately.
"Can I touch you?" she asked coyly, and I understood her intent. My underwear was a moist sticky mess and becoming very uncomfortable.
"I...ah...when you...I did too," I said shyly.
"You did? Really?" The look of astonishment on her face was precious but gradually it was replaced by an expression of pride. She giggled a couple of times and it just made her seem more endearing.
With Sharon on top of me and enveloped in my embrace, we both fell asleep. But after a short while I awoke, urgently needing to relieve my bladder and get rid of the gooey crud in my tightie whities. Gently, I woke her.
"Sharon, I should go, my jeans..."
"Ok..." she said with dreamy eyes and pulled my lips to hers for more kisses before I left.
I walked home in a state of bliss having experienced something unique. As I lay in bed, my thoughts of Sharon went from the ridiculous to the sublime. Of all the feelings that flooded my psyche, one refused to go away; I'm gonna marry that girl someday, I resolved and drifted off to sleep.
Very quickly it became apparent to those around us that Sharon and I were more than friends. Although, she was still seeing Stu, the college jock, she was hanging with me a lot of the time. Her expertise at Pinochle rivaled my own and we made a formidable team.
Our weekly dates were fun and growing increasingly romantic. The evening usually ended with us on her bed in some state of undress. I had yet to perform cunnilingus but I was perfectly content to take my time and let our sexual discovery unfold naturally.
Over Thanksgiving break, I called her every day and hers was the first face I saw when I returned that Sunday. For a budding relationship, everything was going along in fine form.
**** It was late Friday afternoon of finals week and I was walking to Carla's apartment to drop off a study guide I had borrowed. She had moved out of her dorm room when she stumbled on a small one room efficiency apartment for rent across from campus. With the scarcity of student housing and growing enrolment, it was a real stroke of luck.
Carla was on the third floor and accessible by a metal stairway that resembled a fire escape. She seldom locked her door and I quietly entered the tiny vestibule. Lying on her couch, reading a book, she smiled at me when I entered.
