Chapter One- My First Big Relationship
At this point of my life I started to worry a little bit about my desire not to be a slut when coupled with my desire to be sexual. Masturbating was good enough most of the time. But every now and then I wanted to feel and touch a guy and I wanted to be touched. I wanted to be fingered. And I wanted to have a guy go down on me. It just occurred to me, that was something I had not even experienced yet. I really wanted to make it a goal of mine to make a trade with whoever the next guy I decided to mess around with was. I started to become more and more curious about how it would feel to have a tongue down there.
Once I got to college adjusting to dorm life was the hardest part. I wasn't the most outgoing person in the world. I liked my privacy and there were always people scurrying about, in and out of the dorm, planning the next party, just stuff, always stuff going on.
My mind started to change more once I got in college. The phase of rapid growth in relation to my sexual desires had reached its plateau. But now it felt like I was in need of preparing for real life. I started to become interested in different things. And I started to plan for my future.
High school was easy. Show up and I made A's. College was a bit more challenging. But I didn't find that the work was so much more challenging than the amount of work and the availability of different fields of study to choose from. I always knew that I was intelligent and that I liked to challenge myself. Now it was about finding out what my interests and passions were.
After my first semester got under way with general education classes I could at least start to see some preferences. I really enjoyed Biology during the first couple of weeks. I had always enjoyed reading and writing, so I was also pretty happy with my Literature class. I wasn't as into History or Math, but I was succeeding at them both.
Sadly, I spent the entire first semester of college engulfed in school. I probably only went out with a group of peers four or five times total. I found myself several times alone at night in my dorm room with my roommate gone out partying, actually masturbating to porn every now and again. Granted, it wasn't the sort of porn I had experienced in the past. It wasn't the huge dick, fuck 'em hard, cum on their face, raw kind of porn. I had found a couple of sites that were more sensual. More tailored to females, most of them with at least some sort of reasonably believable storyline.
Anyways, I spent that entire first semester without even trying to meet a guy and without sex of any kind. When I got home for break I was glad to be home. But Karen could certainly tell that something was up. She got me one morning when the boys were gone and just asked me about everything. I explained my social life, or lack thereof, in great detail to her. She already knew I had done well and probably always would do well academically.
I was determined to take her advice to heart. Which was basically that I would never have any academic troubles, so to make sure that I involved myself in some kind of social settings. Or, as she put it, "It's okay to go out and just get some dick once in a while."
That really wasn't my thing. Especially given my first and only attempt at just getting some dick. It was a horrible experience for me. I was what I was and what I was, was a relationship kind of girl. (Did I just find an inner Dr. Seuss?) Still, I did look forward to physical contact from someone other than myself.
I was going to choose the guy this time. It may take a bit of time, but I'm not letting anybody else make the suggestions.
There was a guy in my Biology 201 class that I had my eye on, Chaz. I knew he was a baseball player and from the first two weeks of class I could tell that he was smart and engaging. He sat one person up in the row beside me. As soon as we were assigned our first lab and our teacher told us to choose our lab partner, he turned and glanced my way and with a confident smile on my face I mouthed, "Wanna be my lab partner?"
He briefly gave one of those "Who? Me?" looks as he pointed to himself. "Of course," Chaz responded.
Over the course of the next three weeks, having done two labs together now and having talked more and more during class, we were in that phase where I think we both knew that we were interested in each other. I was the one with the balls to ask him out, though. I invited him to my house to grill out down by the lake at my place. He seemed eager.
Chaz was pretty good looking, I thought. He was about six foot two inches tall, on the thin side but well built. And from what I could tell thus far he was smart and sweet. I was glad he accepted the date.
Date night was that Friday. Karen and my Dad were going to grill out for all of us this time. There wasn't going to be much (if any) fooling around tonight. I was okay with that. I didn't much care for my last experience, so when and if I did anything with Chaz, it was going to be after he showed that he could restrain himself a bit. He had to earn it. But I was sure as hell hoping he would.
The dinner and the conversation was great. Chaz didn't talk much but was very polite when he did. My parents seemed to like him. I found this to be a pretty good barometer oddly enough for a kid my age.
After dinner my parents left us alone by the fire. Chaz had to leave by ten o'clock and it was eight forty-five. For several minutes after they left Chaz didn't say a word. I kind of liked that he was a bit shy. I decided to take charge a little bit and find out more about where we stood physically. I got up out of my chair, walked over to him and straddled him and sat down with my hands on his shoulders beside his neck.
I looked in his eyes and said, "Well...do you wanna kiss me or what?"
He leaned forward and we started making out. He placed his hands on my hips the whole time. He didn't touch my ass. He didn't touch my breasts. He didn't touch my anything. But after several minutes of making out I could feel his pants start to rise. I pulled away from him, smiled and kind of gently poked the top of what was certainly his shaft and asked, "What's going on down there?"
And before he could answer I added, "I'm glad you're turned on but it'll have to wait until next time." And we kept making out for a few more minutes before I decided to cut it off. I figured I could use this as a tease, but also, he wasn't touching me. He was clearly more shy than I thought. I would have to be ready to get things going next time. And he left for the night.
I was certainly hot and bothered that evening after our first physical exploration. I masturbated in my room later that night thinking about taking it further.
Over the next week we continued to hang out more and more. We found ourselves meeting in the college cafeteria each morning so that we could eat breakfast together. During the following week there was a short holiday break. I invited him to come to my house for the start of break since I knew Mark would be gone and I knew my parents would have to work. What I didn't know was how to make sure that Kris wasn't at home that day.
I told him that I wouldn't tell Karen if he wanted to go to the bowling alley all day with his friends.
Chaz got there around nine in the morning. I knew he must have been somewhat anxious and wondered if he would have gathered up the courage to do a little more physically this time, but I wasn't about to wait for his shyness to make an attempt at me. I wanted to make sure it happened.
I went straight to it. I told him to come into my bedroom with me. I hopped onto my bed and laid down and motioned for him to come join me. He slid on top of me without really touching me and we started making out. I sort of jerked him down onto me to reassure him that physical contact was okay. I grabbed his right hand and moved it down to my body to help him get rid of his shyness, and to help guide him towards touching me. Though he started rubbing me he clearly did not have a clue what he was doing. I helped guide his index finger into me. He began to go in and out slowly, which felt—eh—okay. Fortunately I was already a little wet with anticipation anyways, so it still felt good.
After a few minutes of fingering me ever so gently, I decided that he was so inexperienced that I would have to take some control. I pulled his finger out and gave him a light push up to guide him off me. I helped position him beside the bed and I sat up and faced him with my face about even with his stomach. I lifted his shirt up over his head to reveal a nice flat stomach. Then, to help him out, I unbuttoned my top and shed my shirt and took off my bra. His eyes lit up. It was like it was the first pair of tits he'd ever seen. I placed his hands on them for him to feel. He was very gentle when touching them as well.
