Chapter 01: The First Night
I dated many women in college but only two stand out. The first was Gina and if you follow my stories you will notice that her name comes up regularly. Gina was two years behind me and we met when she was a freshman. She was beautiful, raven-haired, voluptuous, and built for luxurious pleasure. Her smile was magical and she used it to devastating effect. She had lovely legs, a slightly generous ass and hips, nice heavy breasts, and a stunning face. She was the perfect princess who wanted to be treated like a whore in bed.
She didn't start that way. She started as the perfect princess who thought she would wait until marriage to have sex, and thought the very idea of oral sex was disgusting. She was a virgin when we met but she learned fast. Eventually she became addicted to sex and went far beyond my means to provide for her. It's sad really. She equated sex with intimacy and love, so anytime she was feeling emotionally needy or in any way frustrated or unsatisfied she channeled those needs into the need for sex. While it was exciting at first it was ultimately very unhealthy. The sex never fulfilled her need for intimacy and so the need increased, a spiraling cycle which eventually ended in ruin.
On the road to this destruction of our relationship we had some great times. At one point when we were well into our sexual relationship we reached a bit of a plateau. We had taught each other quite a bit by being very honest and sharing with our activities, but at a certain point it became a bit boring and we needed a change. Neither of us was experienced enough to know what we wanted to do, but I had a naughty streak a mile wide and I knew from experience that where I lead, she would follow.
I suggested that we have "in charge" nights where one or the other of us would be completely at the other's whim. I am a very polite guy and always afraid of pushing a woman farther than she wants to go, so I rarely pushed for anything truly unusual. Still, I had the desire and the suspicion that she would play along with quite a bit.
She agreed to the plan but was a bit confused about how it would work. Like I said, her imagination was not up to her willingness. I suggested that I go first to give her a taste of what it meant. I promised not to push too far, but made sure she realized that the event would be all about the "master's" desires and satisfaction and that nothing should be taken as an insult or a lack of consideration. This would be a subordinate thing, and what the person in charge says, goes. It wasn't a submission/domination thing so much as a luxury for the person in charge. At least that's how I thought of it.
She agreed that I would go first and we set a date, a Friday night when we knew we would have nothing else distracting us. It was to be at my dorm room and she would come over shortly after dinner.
As the date approached I was nervous. What would I ask for? How would I conduct myself? I didn't want to be aggressive and forceful because that just isn't appealing to me, but I didn't want to just settle for an extended backrub and blowjob either. I wanted to push our envelope a bit without scaring her. It occurred to me that we might want to have lists of things we absolutely would not do, but I didn't think that would be an issue for this coming Friday.
I eventually came up with some good ideas and arranged the required props for the evening. It wasn't much but I thought it would help to loosen us up a bit and get more comfortable communicating during the act.
Friday came quickly and I was ready. A quick shower after dinner and I was in my dorm room waiting for her to arrive. It was very difficult to keep from fidgeting terribly as I waited. I did some homework – poorly – to pass the time, knowing that Gina was commonly late.
When she knocked on the door I jumped a bit even though I expected it. I let her in quickly and locked the door behind her. I took her jacket and hung it in the closet, kissed her hello, and made sure she was still on the same page.
"Are you still OK with all this?"
"Absolutely. I've been wondering all week what you have planned. I'm ready to give you everything you want, baby."
"Good. Come in."
We came into the larger part of the room, all of 14 feet long and 8 feet wide with the "foyer" area just constricted by the large closet. In the main area was my loft high above the floor holding my bed near the 9-foot ceiling, a desk, dresser and chair provided by the university, and a huge pillow I had brought with me from home. I sat in the chair and motioned for Gina to stand near the pillow. I already had music going, mainly to cover our noises, and candles burning to set the mood.
"Take your clothes off."
She smiled and did as she was told. First came the sweater and bra, as she knew I loved a topless woman in denim. She touched her breasts a little and giggled, performing for me. Then she kicked off her sandals and stripped off her pants and panties. Standing naked in front of me, she waited.
"Stand close to me, right in front of the chair, and don't move unless I tell you to after that."
She complied, making those 3 steps as sexy and slinky as she could. And believe me, she could. As she stood directly in front of me, her full breasts at my eye level, I reached out and gently caressed her body. I started where her collarbones met at the base of her neck and moved my hand down, slowly, until my fingers brushed her fluffy brown pubic hair. She shivered at my touch and cooed a little. I moved my hand up under her left breast and cupped it, letting my index finger stimulate her swelling nipple. I pinched it very lightly with finger and thumb, knowing that she liked a bit stronger stimulation here than many women. Her eyes closed and her smile deepened.
"Lick that nipple. Make it sexy." I said, dropping my hand to her hips.
