The following story is 100% true. The names and locations have been disguised. Beth even posts her own pictures on online forums occaisionally.
When I met her, Beth Johnson was a freshman at the University. A product of an all-girls Catholic high school, Beth had that fresh-scrubbed, girl-next-door appeal. When we met about 2 a.m. one Sunday morning, she was on her hands and knees in the backyard of my Apartment complex tossing up the last of the whiskey she had been drinking. I held her hair back from her face while she went through the dry heaves, then I lifted her up and carried her to the bed in my apartment. I removed her vomit-soaked clothing and put her to bed in just her panties. I placed a wastebasket near the bed, then removed my vomit-soaked clothes, and placed them in the same garbage bag as her clothes. Finally, about 3:30 a.m., I was able to lay down on the couch and sleep. White knights in shining armor need their rest, too.
When she became concious about 9:30 that morning she was half naked in a strange bed. Predictably, she was concerned. Actually she was almost hysterical. I calmed her down, gave her a towel and some clean clothes, and told her to take a shower. After her shower, I fed her and gave her something for her hangover. In a half hour her eyes started to focus and she stopped groaning.
I asked her to tell me about herself; most of what she told me I had already guessed. Large Catholic family, house in the suburbs, professional Dad, stay-at-home Mom, dinner served at 6:30 every night, girls took turns washing dishes, etc. All went to same-sex Catholic schools. I did find out that Beth was the youngest daughter. Beth had been invited to a Fraternity party and had been drinking Whiskey Sours. About 1 a.m. the Frat members started fondling all the unescorted girls and Beth felt she needed to head home. It was the first time Beth had ever been drunk.
I told Beth she was to clean up the mess she made, then gave her coins and detergent for the laundry. When she had started the clothes in the washer she came back and cleaned my kitchen. I complimented her and then decided to test a theory from my Psych class. I told her "Thank you. That pleases me."
Beth spent most of the day in my apartment. I never made an overt move to take advantage of her and I spent several hours talking and laughing with her. Every time she performed some small task for me I would tell her "Thank you. That pleases me."
About 6 pm she started making dinner. I kept thanking her for doing something that pleased me. About 9 pm I drove her to her dorm. I told her to be ready about 6 every evening and I would pick her up. We would study together and I would bring her back to her dorm about 9 pm. That Psychology experiment worked: in a week Beth was constantly looking to me for my approval whenever we were together.
The second Friday we were together I told Beth I had plans for her for Saturday evening. Beth wanted to know what I had in mind, so I asked if she liked dancing. Beth told me she loved to dance, and volunteered that she had learned Hawaiian Dance when she was in 8th grade. She had only given it up when she came to college. She asked if she could dance for me sometime and, of course, I told her "Thank you. That would please me."
Beth walked over to me, sat down in my lap, and kissed me. Hesitantly at first, then quite thoroughly. Beth stopped and looked me in the eye and said "I like to please you. I want to do everything to please you". She kissed me again and then pulled her sweater off. I moved my hands slowly up and around her, then undid her bra. I let her remove her bra herself and Beth did it slowly while she watched my eyes. Her breasts were again revealed to me, but this time she was fully awake and sober. Her breasts were 34C's with a pink cherry nipple. I leaned forward and kissed each nipple and found them rock hard. I pulled back and said "Thank you. You really know how to please me."
Beth stood up and said "I'm not quite done yet. I want to show you what you were too nice to take advantage of last week". Slowly she unzipped her skirt and removed it, then pulled her panties down to her ankles, and stepped out of them. She looked to me for approval and my smile told her everything.
Beth came back to me and sat in my lap naked. I held her and kissed her deeply. When I finally had to break for air I told her she was beautiful and that she really pleased me. She giggled and said "I know; I can feel the lump in your pants".
I picked Beth up and carried her to the bedroom. After laying her on my bed I stripped out of my clothes and moved to join her. I pulled her into my arms and told her we were rushing things a bit. Her eyes welled up with tears and I quickly explained. "I want you. I want you in the worst way, but that's not the best way to start off a long-term relationship. I will teach you a few things you can do to please me without going all the way. And I will teach you a few things about pleasing Beth. You are here for my pleasure and I am here for yours."
I held her for a few minutes, then we changed positions and I handed Beth a tube of KY. I told her to lubricate my cock and start stroking me slowly. Beth learned how to give a great handjob that day and she learned to swallow my cum. I guided her and Beth watched me to find what I liked. When I had my first orgasm I told Beth to lick up my cum and swallow it. Beth started to refuse and I quickly raised my eyebrows. I had her collect my cum in her hand, then I brought a tablespoon from the kitchen and scooped the cum into the spoon. It almost filled the spoon twice. I told her that cum was mostly protien and that if it was good enough to make babies with, then it was good enough for her to swallow. Beth opened her mouth and I fed my cum to her. She looked directly into my eyes, then swallowed. I told her "Forget everything you have ever heard about sex. Nothing I do with you, or to you, will hurt you. I expect you to swallow my cum every time you make me cum. It will not hurt you. You are here for my pleasure and I am here for yours. Now it is my turn to please you."
I kissed Beth deeply, then I started kissing my way down her body. Beth stiffened when she realized I was about to kiss her pussy. She started to stop me and I quickly raised my eyebrows again. Two minutes later Beth had no intention of stopping me. I found out she had a very sensitive clit and labia that filled and flared when she was excited. In less than ten minutes the good Catholic girl was gone and Beth found out she was multi-orgasmic. I licked and sucked on her pussy while Beth had three major orgasms and at least a dozen smaller ones. After a two hour marathon of pussy-eating, Beth was too tired to do more than cuddle with me and we drifted off to sleep.
Saturday morning I woke to find Beth lovingly licking my cock. When she was certain I was awake she looked me in the eyes and said "I am here for your pleasure". In another five minutes she swallowed a large load of my cum, licked her lips and smiled at me. I told her "Thank you. That really pleased me."
Over breakfast I asked her if she was ready to dance for me. Beth said she had her hula skirt and some other accessories at her dorm room. She wanted to show me some of her routines so we dressed and went to her dorm to pick up her outfits. Later that afternoon Beth gave me a private performance; no top on and no panties under the skirt. Her dancing had the desired effect; I had a hardon and she was so excited her pussy was dripping. I spent an hour licking and sucking on her pussy and she sucked me off and swallowed with a smile.