I was a sophomore at Western Washington University when I first met Claudia, a freshman who lived in the same dormitory I did. It was 1983, I was nineteen years old and completely sex crazed.
My previous girlfriends were cute but none whom I was completely enamored with. To say Claudia was pretty would have been an understatement; she had shoulder-length dark brown hair, blue eyes, long-lean legs and a firm bubble-butt that stuck out just a bit. She had small b-cup breasts with pert, little pink nipples that I couldn't take my eyes off when she removed her bra. She was my Venus.
We started having sex during spring quarter of 1983. She was a virgin but quickly turned into a nymphomaniac who loved to jump my bones every chance she got. She kept a diary of our trysts on her wall calendar by drawing little cartoon faces symbolizing different sexual positions, including ones indicating if I went down on her or not.
Before we knew it, spring quarter was finished, and we needed to return to our respective homes for the summer. Claudia lived in Spokane, Washington on the east side of the state and I lived in a little fishing community on the west coast cleverly named, Westport. I worked in a supermarket and earned enough money throughout the summer to pay for my tuition, books and room & board for the following school year.
Because of the distance, Claudia and I wrote each other nearly every day; phone calls were expensive in 1983 and sending a letter only cost fifteen cents. As the months of that summer dragged, I became hornier than a ten-peckered owl. I masturbated to my favorite Playboys, but it certainly wasn't the same as sticking my hard penis into Claudia's tight hairy pussy. She had a dark fluffy muff that I was crazy about and I couldn't wait to watch my cock repeatedly sink into her snatch.
We were two thirds through our three-month summer "vacation" when I snapped. It would only be another month before I saw Claudia again, but I couldn't take it anymore. My balls were the size of large Kiwis so I called Claudia and told her I was going to take a Greyhound across the state to spend the weekend with her. I earned extra money as a projectionist at a drive-in movie theater in the evenings after my supermarket shift and I could afford the luxury of a booty call, though we didn't call it a "booty call" back then.
I made a concerted effort not to masturbate before my visit; I wanted to feel the ecstatic release that only abstinence can bring. The bus ride was long and depressing; the bus station smelled like piss and I was surrounded by junkies, pimps, white-trash-types and other assorted losers. The bus couldn't get to Spokane fast enough.
What seemed an eternity, the bus finally pulled into the Spokane Greyhound station around 8p.m. Claudia was waiting in her dark grey 1978 Dodge Dart. She got out of the car and was wearing a light, yellow summer dress that went up to her mid-thigh; as she walked in front of her car (whose headlights were still on) I could see the outline of her body through the sheer fabric of her dress. We kissed passionately and I ground myself against her; I couldn't wait to get her alone...but, where would alone be? My sex-feverish brain hadn't thought that far ahead. My only desire was that I needed sex but I didn't consider the location, so I straight-up asked her, "Where are we going to have sex?" She told me, "In my bedroom, in the morning after my Mom leaves for work." "Oh, Boy!" My cock immediately stiffened, and my balls almost popped at her words.
Claudia lived in the South Hill district and Claudia's mom owned a modest-sized four-bedroom house with a basement. Claudia's Mom was divorced and had not remarried. When we walked into the house, her mother mentioned that she had made up the sofa for me in the basement rec-room. The sofa was comfortable but I barely slept, thinking about Claudia's nude body and me sinking my cock deep inside her. My swollen member was staining against my Fruit of the Looms and I was afraid I was going to explode inside them. I started thinking about what classes I would take in the spring and my erection slowly deflated.
I woke the next morning to the sound of dishes rattling in the kitchen up the stairwell from me and the glorious smell of bacon greeted my nostrils. Claudia's mother was cooking breakfast and I bound out of bed, not because of the delicious-smelling food but because I knew in an hour, or so, I would soon be running my hands over Claudia's beautifully tight, nude body. I slipped on my jeans and tee-shirt and walked up the stairs. Claudia's mother smiled and we exchanged pleasantries. Claudia walked out of her bedroom and greeted us.
Claudia's mother asked what we planned on doing during the day and as we slyly exchanged glances, Claudia told her she planned on showing me the old Expo '76 sites at Riverfront Park. Whenever speaking to her mom, Claudia always referred to her mom by her name, "Diane" which seemed odd to me, but I didn't give it much thought.
After I finished my breakfast, I thanked Diane and excused myself to take a shower in the downstairs bathroom. Claudia's mother told me she had set out a towel and wash cloth for me. I told Diane it was nice to meet her and that I looked forward to seeing her later that evening after she got off work.
Claudia excused herself, as well, to take a shower. Claudia's bathroom was a door near the kitchen pantry and it lead directly into her room. It was an odd layout. There was a second entrance into Claudia's room on the opposite wall that led through Claudia's sister's adjoining bedroom but Claudia's sister, Gina, was at camp and wouldn't be returning until after I left.
