Freshmen year. ---Work in progress---
I knew my freshmen year was going to be a crazy one. I was ready for changes that I had never experienced in high school. Things I knew that happened all the time, but that I never ended up doing because of my over protective parents. I was ready for the big one. Get a boyfriend.
Having a boyfriend, of course, has its perks. One being that you can call them at any time of the day and they'll be there to help you. Another is that those strong sexual urges that come along with puberty can finally be subdued with some practice.
Practice, that is, that I got a lot of my freshmen year. Jacob was my first boyfriend of my college life. Really, the only real boyfriend I've ever had. Considering that I had parents involved in my last relationship. Jacob was fun. He was crazy. He was everything that I wanted in a boy for my first real relationship. He understood me in more ways that anyone ever had.
One day in my dorm room, we started to kiss. It never really went any further than this most of the time. My roommate always came in at the wrong time, or his roommate was busy in his room with his girlfriend. It was always inconvenient. We started slow like usual, with a light kiss on the lips while watching a casual tv show. Then a more pressing kiss followed. His lips were so soft and he always had such a captivating smell to him that I could never resist. He smelled like clean laundry. Mmmm.
I wrapped my arm around his neck, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand up ever so slightly, like I tickled him. Cute. We kissed tenderly for a while. Soon the kisses got rougher and we were sprawled out on the bed, him on top of me, making out. His tongue searched my mouth feverishly. I could tell he was getting antsy. I looked at the clock on my bedside table. I still had about an hour before my roommate was suspected back. Great.
Jacob, I whispered. Lets...
He smothered me with a kiss.
I know, he whispered back. I'm getting there.
With that, he took his cold hand and gently glided it up my stomach. I gasped at his touch. It was so cold. He lightly traced around my bra, not quite touching my skin yet. I helped him by unclasping it in the back. He pulled off my shirt and along with it came the bra. He tossed the garments to the floor. Automatically his face went to my cleavage. He traced his tongue around my nipples, instantly making them harden. My nipples weren't the only thing hardening either.
With him on top of me, pressing me down as he stripped me, I could feel him hardening in his pants. Even though we've fooled around many times before, I never quite got over the way that made my heart flutter ten times faster than it was before. He thought I was pretty, was what his buldge was telling me. Good, he better.