Many thanks to sunshinesdevotion for her editing even if she had a shitty weekend.
My father, who was very conservative when it comes to sex, told me one important thing about sex. That if you can please a woman she will be yours forever.
I was a normal college boy; nineteen years old and no longer a virgin, having lost it to a skinny drunk girl last year.
As I walked around campus I was, as all guys do; checking out the girls and yes, fantasizing as well. I was a bit shy when it comes to girls, so it was never easy for me to approach them.
In my history class (which was my smallest class) I felt the most comfortable. There were more girls than guys and I sat at the back so I could look, although mostly at their backs. There were a lot of young beautiful girls but no one that really made me take a second look.
One day about five minutes after the class started a girl came in. The lecturer was very aggressive towards her and made a few sarcastic remarks. I immediately felt for her. I looked at her and something made me look again. She was not skinny, actually a bit chubby but not to the extreme.
She wore a white blouse, a black short skirt and comfortable sneakers. Her hair was blonde and short. Her nails were long and red. She was about 5'8. In the white blouse her big, firm breasts looked so appealing. Her short skirt showed enough leg to make me wonder about what was higher up. Her feet looked great in the sockless sneakers. The nail polish she had on her nails was a good match to her outfit. She was overall a delightful package.
After class I hung around in the hall see her again. She walked out and I could see she was a bit upset.
I walked up to her and said: "Don't mind the professor, he's an asshole."
She replied smiling shyly: "Thanks, my lift didn't pick me up, that's why I was late."
I saw her blue eyes and suggested: "Let's go for some coffee, my treat."
"That would be great, I need that." she answered.
"I forget my manners, I'm Barry." I said smiling.
"Samantha" she replied shaking my hand.
We walked to the cafeteria and talked about where she came from and what she was studying. She wanted to qualify herself as a history teacher. She came from a town called Inverness in Scotland, has one sister and one brother. Her father died when she was 14.
We sat down and had coffee. I took a bold step and asked her if she would like to go out with me that night. With that adorable smile she said that she would.
I picked her up at her dorm at seven o'clock that night. She wore a purple sweater and a long Indian print skirt. She was really attractive. I myself wore a pair of jeans and a white golf shirt. I'm fairly skinny, have black hair and blue eyes. Me being 6'1 was just the right amount taller than she was to be comfortable with.
We went to a club close by. For the first time I held her hand and it felt soft and wonderful. I have always adored a girl with long nails. I told her that and she just blushed a bit. We had a Bacardi and orange juice then danced a bit. I knew then I was falling in love.
As we walked out she said "Barry I enjoyed this a lot, thanks."
When we got to her dorm and gently looked into her shining inviting blue eyes and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss, which was passionate yet not forceful. Afterwards she gave me a hug and I could feel her firm big breasts pressing against me. We kissed again. We tasted each others warmth and our tongues explored each others mouths.
"Could I see you again, Samantha? " I asked
"I would like that", she replied blushing
We decided on a picnic date two days later in the local park.
I picked her up two days later and we walked to the park. We sat down and start chatting. I kissed her again and felt no resistance. We were hungrily kissing deep and very passionately. I moved my hand up to her big breasts and touched them ever so lightly. I could feel her nipples becoming hard. Samantha had such big, firm, beautiful and inviting breasts.
She moaned in my ear: "Barry touch them under my sweater."
I slipped my hands under her sweater feeling her naked flesh on my way up to her breasts. I could feel she had goose bumps. I touched her breasts through her bra and she replied by kissing me even harder. I moved my hands to her back, just to realize that her bra unhooked in the front. I rubbed her back with my one hand while unhooking her bra with the other. Then those awesome breasts were free.
"You have the best breasts in the world Samantha" I said in her ear.
She replied by kissing me again. This girl could really kiss. I was breathless but enjoyed it so much. We were in a public park so I decided reluctantly to stop.
"Please don't stop Barry, you are doing everything right." she moaned.
"Let's go somewhere else, less public." I answered.
