GOOD SEX WAS HARD TO FIND
The summer between my senior year in college and my graduate work had been particularly sexual. Not only did Carol and I terminate our status as virgins and then spend the summer exploring our sexuality, but unknown to Carol, I had also had wild sex a number of times with her apartment mates, Joan and Karen. After twenty-one years of masturbation and celibacy, during that summer I had enjoyed frequent all-night sex with Carol (alone) or with the other two women (together). However my first year in graduate school proved to be more like my earlier years, and I only had sex once, and that was during the first week.
I attended a "mixer"dance for graduate students, and ended up with a short (five foot) girl whose face wasn't much but whose body was incredible. We danced a couple of slow dances and she rubbed her body against mine and kissed me until I had a massive erection. As the music finished, she reached down and grabbed my penis through my pants, and asked if we could go back to my room. I told her I had a roommate, and she said that she did too.
She asked if I had a car, and I told her just a VW bug, but she said that was fine, and we left the dance. While I drove to a dark area off campus, she got completely undressed and rubbed my penis through my pants while I caressed her firm, pointed breasts. We parked and I struggled out of my clothes. She put the passenger seat back as far as it would go, told me to sit on it, then she got a condom from her purse and put it on me. Without any preliminaries other than a quick kiss she positioned my penis then lowered herself onto me and began to pump up and down. I kissed and rubbed her breasts, and she quickly had orgasm after orgasm, accompanied each time by four or five loud grunts.
She neither screamed nor yelled, and given my experience a month before, her climaxes weren't particularly strong. But she had a lot of them! She was a smoker and her breath tasted of it (which was a turn-off), but her tiny body was fantastic and her mechanical movements and grunting also turned me on, and I let out a yell as I exploded into the prophylactic. We had been fucking for only about 10 minutes. I immediately began to soften, so she pulled off me with a loud, wet smack, and sent me back to the driver's seat to get dressed. I drove us back to campus.
She said she got really bitchy if she had to wait too long before she had sex, so I asked her how long it had been. She said, "Yesterday!" She kissed me, thanked me for relieving her tensions, and got out of the car and walked away. I didn't even know her last name, and I felt as if I had been used. But at least I got laid, something that didn't happen again for over a year. I was lucky I didn't catch anything from her, and I decided that this kind of sex just wasn't worth the risk.
I found that the majority of women in graduate school were sexually shy, probably because they had actually studied while in college. Clearly they were too bright for the "I've got what you really want, baby, and it's here in my pants!" kind of come-on, and I suspected that most of them were virgins - or close to it. There were also a few wild sluts (like the one above), but they didn't appeal to me. The most action I got that first year was rubbing an occasional breast, usually through a bra. I beat off regularly in the shower and relived (in my mind) the previous summer with Carol, Joan, and Karen.
BEAVER SHOTS AND A PROPOSITION
The first semester of my second year in graduate school ended my monastic existence. My teaching duties consisted of a single course which I taught in a small theater-style lecture hall, with student desks higher as each row got further from the front of the room. At the end of the first week of classes three girls appeared together with add-slips. Karla, Barb, and Carolyn seated themselves several rows from the front and were always watching me. Karla had shoulder-length blonde hair and dressed in sweaters and short skirts. Barb had short, dark hair and wore blouses and pleated skirts. Carolyn had dark hair that ended in the middle of her back and she wore blouses and narrow skirts. They were all very pretty, and they all had great figures. Compared to most of the other students (who typically wore sweatshirts and grubby jeans) they were really dressed up. I was flattered by the way they kept looking at me.
The second week they were in class I realized they were deliberately spreading their legs and showing me their panties. They sat precisely high enough that I had a clear view between their legs as I looked directly ahead. I walked around my desk and stood against the empty first row of seats so that I was less than six feet from them. Most of their classmates were seated farther back, so nobody else realized what they (and I!) were doing. The three of them blushed but they kept their legs apart. I played a game with them by working the colors of their panties into my lectures each day. This went on for several fun weeks until the day I looked up and saw three patches of pubic hair instead of panties. I kept lecturing without missing a beat, but the blood was roaring in my ears!
As class ended the three teases stayed in their seats (and flashing me) until everyone had left, then came as a group to the front. I smiled at them and they blushed, and I wondered what they were up to. They crowded up so close that I could feel two sets of breasts against my biceps, and then Karla asked, "Do you ever have sex with your students?"
My throat got tight and I couldn't talk and I quickly got them out of there. We walked outside the building and sat down on a patch of grass away from the sidewalks, with the three of them facing me. Karla and Carolyn sat sideways with their legs together and out to the side, and Barb sat on her bottom with her feet and knees together in front of her and with her arms crossed on her knees. I tried to see her snatch, but her legs were in the way.
I told them they all really turned me on, but the department would kick me out if they caught me trading grades for sex. They all blushed and giggled, then Barb said, "We aren't trying to improve our grades." There was a period of silence during which they all blushed again, then they asked me questions in a sudden rush. Karla asked if I had ever had sex with other people watching. Barb asked if virgins could enjoy sex. Carolyn asked what position was best. I was caught completely off guard and I just sat there, completely dumbfounded.
Finally I asked, "What's with the beaver shots and the sex questions? Are you all frustrated virgins?" I asked. "Karla isn't!" blurted Barb. "She made love in her boyfriend's car." I turned to Karla and she was obviously embarrassed and I demanded, "So you necked, he played with your breasts, then he pulled your skirt up, pulled your panties down, and put his dork in you, right?" Karla turned bright red, looked down at her knees, and nodded. I asked, "Did you enjoy it?" She said it was exciting but didn't really feel very good, and that they had only done it twice because she was afraid of getting pregnant. "How long was he inside you before he finished?" I asked. Karla murmured it only took a couple of minutes and kept staring at her knees. I'd heard enough, so I said, "Hell, you didn't make love! You were fucked! Wham, bam, thank you Ma'am isn't making love!"
Karla looked really embarrassed as she looked up, and the other two were looking at her, not at me, so I glanced down under Barb's skirt. Her knees were apart and I could clearly see her pubic hair and the tips of her labia. My partial erection immediately turned rock-hard.
The three of them just sat there staring down at the grass with me sneaking peeks at Barb's pussy. Karla was crimson and starting to cry. Barb finally looked up at me so I stopped looking at her twat and asked her, "Just exactly what do you want me to do?" They all looked at me then, and Barb blushed. After a few seconds she blurted out, "We want you to make love to Karla while we watch and then make love to us if we decide we want you to."
I felt my own face grow hot and I was so flustered I couldn't say anything! Carolyn said that they all really liked me, and even though I was only a little older than they were they thought I was much more sophisticated. Barb said that they wanted to find out what sex was all about. I told them again that I was attracted to them, but I'd be in real trouble if I dated anyone in my class. They said they knew that, but they didn't want to date me, just have me to their place for a party. "In a dorm? The R.A. would find out and we would all be in trouble!" I said. "We're not in a dorm." announced Karla. "We registered late and the dorms were full. The three of us had to rent an apartment off campus. Nobody will find out!" All three gave me pleading looks, Karla's through her tears of embarrassment. Barb shifted her legs and I couldn't help looking again at her pussy. Her labia were now clearly visible, poking out through her pubic thatch. They saw where I was looking, Barb clamped her legs together and blushed again, and I said, "Better wear panties if you are going to sit that way, Barb! I can see you're getting turned on!" Barb really turned red this time. The other two giggled. I asked about birth control, and they blushed, Karla said that they had all just started taking the pill. I decided to go along with them. I'd had sex with other people watching, and I knew it didn't interfere with my performance.
We settled on Friday evening, two days later, at 7:30. They asked me if beer was OK, and I said that would be fine. They got up, flashing me again, but I stayed on the ground. Carolyn asked why I was still sitting, and I pointed to the bulge in my pants and they all giggled and blushed as they walked away.
