I had lured Veronica up to my graduate dorm room to see my fish mate. Seriously. Veronica was an extremely beautiful, dark-haired lovely. She was completely out of my league. Veronica was only dating me because she hadn't found a replacement for her usual type of boyfriend. Veronica had gone out with me a couple of times, and that evening we had gone to a movie. Instead of calling it a night, she agreed to watch my fish procreate.
Veronica was clearly husband-searching for a good-looking guy who would make a lot of money - say a guy earning an M.B.A. She was unashamedly on the pill. She was unashamedly sexually experienced. Very experienced.
I was hoping for a career as a college professor, which meant I would almost certainly never have much money. Obviously I was never going to be "her type." While I was technically no longer a virgin, the two girls I'd screwed in the back seat of my car had hardly qualified me as a knowledgeable lover. They hadn't even undressed; they had just pulled their panties aside and guided me in. In seconds it was over. Fun, but over. One had even asked, "Is that all?"
So I was more than a little intimidated by Veronica, a woman vastly more experienced than I was. I had just told her about my fish and was kissing her in my car, hoping to get at least a little feel of tit, when she said, "What kind of fish? Goar- somethings?"
"Gouramis. Actually Pearl Gouramis. Trichogaster leeri to be precise. The male had just about finished building the nest when I left the room. By now they should be mating."
"I've seen dogs and people mate, but never fish! Can I watch?" Veronica asked.
Even in my inexperienced state I realized that luring Veronica to my room was a good first step. "Why not? If we're careful we won't disturb them, and it is pretty exciting!"
"Exciting? Fish? You've got to be kidding! But let's go see!"
I took Veronica up to my floor in the elevator and to my room. "Sh!" I said. "Now we have to move slowly and quietly so we don't disturb them." I unlocked the door.
"What about your roommate?" Veronica asked.
"He's gone until Sunday evening. If he were here studying with the light on, I doubt the fish would mate."
I opened the door and we slowly slipped into the room. The only light came from above a twenty-nine-gallon aquarium next to my bed. Two five-inch long spotted pearl gouramis were swimming is lazy circles. The surface of the water was nearly covered with a green layer of water sprite, and in one corner there was a huge mound of bubbles. The tiny fifteen-watt light on top of the aquarium made the bubbles sparkle and made the aquarium gently glow.
The only place to sit and watch was on the bed, so Veronica and I sat together and I explained what was going on. "The male is the one with the bright orange-red belly. He built the nest of bubbles. He'll squeeze eggs out of the female, fertilize them, and then carry them in his mouth to the floating nest and spit them in. They'll hatch in a couple of days."
"Why aren't they doing anything? They're just swimming around." She asked.
"They saw us come in. If we sit still for a few minutes, they'll forget about us."
Veronica obligingly sat quietly on my bed and watched the fish. In a few seconds they began to brush sensuously against each other. Their long feeler-fins intertwined. Suddenly the male wrapped his body around the female, effectively grabbing hold of her with his body. The joined pair began to slowly sink toward the bottom. They twitched a couple of times, and a small stream of eggs sprayed out of the female.
"God! That looked like an orgasm!" Veronica exclaimed.
"It was! For both of them! He sprayed his sperm on the eggs as they came out!" I added.
The male scooped up the eggs in his mouth and carried them to the bubble nest. He carefully spat them into the pile of bubbles. Meanwhile the female sank almost to the bottom before she recovered and began to swim again.
"Will they do it again?" Veronica asked.
"Watch!"
A couple of minutes later, the fish did their sensual mating again. I put my arm around Veronica and kissed her. "I can't believe that watching fish make out makes me feel romantic!" She said and she kissed me back.
I put my arm around her and we watched the fish mate several more times. I could feel her left breast against me as I held her. Each time the fish mated, I kissed Veronica, and she began to kiss me more passionately. My right hand had moved underneath her blouse, and I was soon rubbing her bra strap and the bare skin on her back. However, as I kissed her, I was afraid of three things.
First, Veronica had always stopped me when I tried to touch her breasts, so I was afraid she would put an abrupt halt to my advances at any moment. Once before I had unfastened her bra, and she had quickly pulled away, saying, "Let's just be friends, okay?"
Second, in the extremely unlikely event that my first fear didn't materialize, I had never seen a woman's vulva before. I had no idea where her vagina was. I was afraid I might try to push my penis into the wrong hole if I got that far with her!
