The interstate was about an hour and a half away. So, it was state highways and small towns for a while. Luckily all of the snow had been cleared and it was smooth sailing, as Kathy settled in next to me... right next to me.
We reflected on the last few days, being together. Away from distractions. She asked me some more about my high school girlfriends. I told her I didn't really have any 'girlfriends' except for the one that wanted to get pregnant to keep me from leaving. I did have 'dates'. She was interested.
I told her the story about being asked, as sophomore, to the prom by a senior girl whose mom was a friend of my mom's. That she never had a date, and wanted to go to the prom. She was a nice girl. But not that socially accepted. Kathy thought that as a nice thing to do. I told her I had fun. The girls in my own class were shocked... that me... a sophomore was going to the prom, with a senior.
Having gone to church earlier, the subject of our religious upbringing came up. I explained my upbringing: Sunday School, 8:00 service, youth camp when I was in middle school, confirmation, Youth Group (where I was elected president for a period and my parents were sponsors).
Kathy wasn't that active. Actually, she and her parents would go 'occasionally', and by that it was mostly in the winter months, and then maybe once a month. I told her my dad had been a member all his life, and I had heard that he actually was part of the construction of the church, as he was once a carpenter.
As for 'believing' she felt there was a 'higher power'. A good power. I told her I was kind of in the same boat. I mean I went through all of the church stuff, because my parents wanted me to. It was comforting. I guess, hadn't really accepted everything into my heart, but I did believe. That I went to a church service down there the first couple of weeks as a freshman. The church itself was way out in the boonies. There was a bus to take you there, but after the service, you were on your own to get back. It was going to be an hour, or so, walk. In the mid-day sun in September. Fortunately a couple gave me a ride back to the dorm. So, that was that.
We finally hit the interstate around 3:30. It would be dark in an hour, or so. Yep, there was a caravan of cars, all with SIU decals. We settled in for a leisurely drive, now that here were no distractions of small towns and two lane highways. My arm on her shoulder. Her hand on my thigh. Her head on my shoulder.
It was getting dark. Kathy was getting frisky. Her hand was now moving along the inside of my right thigh. Her fingers grazing along that upper seam of my jeans, just below where the zipper ended. I was getting hard.
"Seems like forever since I last had this guy out. Friday morning, we made love, in your bed. I gave you a blow-job in the shower. I felt your balls empty into my little mouth. You watched me swallow."
I turned briefly to see the mischievous grin.
"I think I want to take him out and play with him. Play with your smooth balls. You
have
kept them nice and smooth for me... haven't you?" her fingers now running along my length through my jeans. I grinned and nodded.
We had a little over two hours until we got to her dorm.
I looked over at her, "I have a free hand. I think you should take off everything from the waist down. Lay back. Your head by the door. One leg down between mine. The other over the seat. Your pussy open to me. Let me make you cum... and cum... and cum," two can play that game.
"Or maybe we could pull off on a ramp. And you could just fuck me. Either in the backseat, or outside in the cold air. Or maybe on the overpass. Me bent over the rail as you take me from behind, and fill me with this big hard cock of yours and then your cum, as we watch all the cars go by," the grin never leaving her face.
My turn, "Or maybe, we could stand on the overpass, watching the cars come toward us. You could give me a hand-job and I could shoot on their windshields," that got a giggle.
I wasn't done, "Or maybe, you on the warm hood of the car. Legs spread wide while I eat that sweet lovely pussy of yours and fuck you with my fingers."
This was all a first for us. Talking dirty to each other. It was fun. She wasn't done.
"Or maybe, on the overpass. Me on my knees giving you a blow-job, as you wave to the passing cars below us.
"Or maybe," her voice softer, "You could just hold me. I'll lift up my sweatshirt, and you can cup my little boob. Play with my nipple. Just like I know you love to do... my love," as she leaned in a lightly kissed my cheek.
And that's what we did. I turned up the heat. Kathy lifted her sweatshirt up enough to give me access to that delicate morsels of tender breast flesh. At times her hand would cup mine under her sweatshirt. I opened my shirt as her hand rested on my bare chest. She snuggled into my side. I held her for the next two hours.
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Kathy and I spent the first Saturday night together after getting back. My trailer mates were off to a party. We had the whole trailer to ourselves from around 8:00 to the early morning hours.
We made the best of it. I had gotten some candles and some scented bath oil. Oh yes... and some champagne. While not a great cook, I thawed a couple of the steaks my mom had sent back with us. Made a baked potato. We ate by candle light.
Lounging in the warm bath. Moody Blues playing from the other room. The love of my life in my arms. Her face... her beautiful face bathed in the soft candle light. My hands casually gliding over her firm little breasts, her taut tummy, that sexy little button. Under the water: through the soft downy fur, finally splitting the gentle soft folds as my finger lay encased by her softness.
"Is this what we'll be doing when I move in with you," she purred.
"Every night. Every Saturday and Sunday afternoon."
"And then what? I mean, after we finish in the tub, and the water gets cool?"
Kissing her neck, "I will then take the love of my life to
our
bed, and make slow gentle love to her for hours. Every time as if it were going to be the last time."
"mmmm. I like that...
Our Bed
. Will you
fuck
me sometimes?"
"Whenever and wherever you want. You like getting fucked sometimes... don't you?"
From the side, I could see the upturn of the corner of her mouth in a gentle smile, "Yes. Sometimes I just want you to take me. To use me. To show me that I drive so
crazy
that you can't help yourself... that you have to have me right then and there. To make me yours."
"Will you ever fuck me?"
"mmmm. That would be fun. Maybe I'll seduce you first. Another first. Let me think... Maybe us watching TV. Sitting next to you. You, bare chested. Something comes to me. Like I get this horny flash that I have to have you, because you're sooo sexy. That I want you to know that you've made me all hot... and wet just sitting there.
"To show you the effect you have on me, I whip off my all my clothes, because I know you love my body, and my little boobs. Show you how hard my nipples are. Bend over in front of you and open my lips with my fingers. Show you how wet I am. Slip one of my fingers in me, and then watch you watch me as I lick my fingers clean. I strip off your shorts. If you're not completely hard, which I don't think will ever happen, I'll take you in my mouth. Suck your cock. Lick your smooth balls. And then just impale myself, ride you, and
fuck
your brains out," all this said with a shit eating grin. My dick throbbed against her back.
"I felt that... I think he likes that idea," she giggled as her hand reaches between us and cups my loose bare sack. I kiss that sensual neck, as her voice softens.
"But then, times like this... I want you to make love to me. To show me how much you love me, and always will. To let me know that I'm the center of your universe. And I will make love to you. Letting you know that you mean
everything
to me. Letting you know that I thank God every day for bringing us together that afternoon at the lake. I know we'll have our spats. Every couple does. We haven't yet. But it's not a big deal. Whatever it was about, we'll fix it, because we love each other. And then we'll have 'make-up sex'. Hot and loving make-up sex... after you tell me you're sorry for whatever it was
you
did."
I could hear the playfulness in that last sentence, as I kissed the side of her neck, which she had stretched out for me.
We showered and dried each other. Then, I did something I had never done before... I picked her up and cradled her in my arms. Her arms around my neck. Her amazing blue gray eyes inches from mine. I carried her through the empty trailer... naked to my bed.
We made love for the next two hours. We didn't hear the drunken trailer mates return, as we were asleep. Satisfied and sharing each other's dreams.
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There were three weeks before the quarter ended. Two weeks of classes, the last half of the second week would be review and preparation for finals. The quarter was officially over December 15. Winter quarter would begin January 5, with the dorms opening up January 2 and classes starting on the 4th.
The finals schedule came out. We each had five classes and would be finished on Thursday. Kathy in the morning. Me in the afternoon. My trailer mates would be done Wednesday afternoon. Boomer was leaving Thursday morning. He had asked Ken to come with him to Chicago for the Holiday, and the two week break. We would have the trailer to ourselves Thursday night and Friday morning.
Kathy's parents had asked how soon she could be home, as her grandmother wasn't feeling well. They didn't know if it was serious; but, wanted Kathy home, just the same. So staying the extra day together was suddenly out of the question. Oh well. I figured it had to have been somewhat serious as I was certain her mom wouldn't just cut our 'together time' short if it wasn't.
Kathy and Valerie met up on Tuesday for their usual get together. The each shared their Thanksgiving. Kathy filled in Valerie on her the past week: us at her parent's house for two nights. Well, maybe not all the activities. I'm sure Valerie could imagine. The drive, our Plan, and the weekend with my parents. Even learning to polka. Valerie laughed at that.
"You guys are going to live together? He's getting a King sized water bed? I wonder what sex is like on a water bed, not that I have any real experience on a regular bed."
"I'll let you know," Kathy grinned mischievously.
Valerie went on, "His parents are already referring to you as 'their future daughter-in-law? That is so cool. I don't know what, or where I will end up. I mean, I've got another two years," taking a sigh her voice saddening, "I'm going to miss you both, so much. I don't want to think about it. What do you think your parents will think about this... arrangement?"
Kathy explained that we were planning on talking to them after the holidays, and what she thought their reaction would be.
"That is so romantic, Bill telling you he will be on bended knee asking you to marry him."
"Yeah. I mean, it started as a little joke when I said something about him already supporting me. While I looked for a job."
"I don't know if you know it... I was engaged right out of high school," Valerie added.
"No. I didn't know that."
