The events and characters in this story are entirely fictional. All characters are 18 or over.
NOTE: This is my longest story so far. It is a bit of a slow burn and not as risqué as my others. Positive feedback and constructive criticism is acceptable.
My freshman year of college and I was getting much more of an education than I ever expected. I was going to a small private college that my parents liked because it was supposed to be conservative. However, the ratio of girls to boys was 3 to 1 and not all the girls were conservative as my parents expected. I had already experienced multiple first sexual encounters. I had fingered a girl to orgasm and been jerked off. I had another girl jerk me off. She let me watch her play with herself, and asked me to jerk myself off while she finished. Another girl sucked my dick until I came in her mouth, then she let me lick her clit to orgasm. I even had an interracial experience with a dark black girl that let me fuck her ass. The funny thing is that I had not even tried to get with these girls. Each girl had initiated, instructed, and pretty much had control of each encounter. Furthermore, on each occasion, they were not wearing underwear. Also, each one was pretty much a one time experience.
I was one of the few guys without an official girlfriend, but I was enjoying my non-exclusive status. There was one girl that caught my eye more than the others. Becky was not just a girl to me, she was a lady. She was small and dainty. She had long golden hair and bright blue eyes. She always wore long dresses and they were usually yellow. She always seemed to be reading a book. Because of her beauty, yellow dresses, and love of books, most people called her Belle. She seemed too shy and humble to correct them.
Not in my wildest dream did I think that I had any chance with Becky. I was even nervous around her and her friends. I was not the confident guy.that I tried to usually be. One day I noticed that she had dropped one of the large books that she was carrying but she did not seem to notice. I went to get the book for her and noticed it was a Calculus book. I knew that the book was over $100 because I also had the class with the same teacher but at a different time. I picked up the book and approached her.
"You dropped your book Belle," I warned her.
"Thank you, Kyp," she replied. " I have a hard enough time in that class. It would be worse if I did not have my book," she explained.
"If you need help, I have an A in the class and have tutored some other people taking the class. We could meet in the library."
"We are headed to dinner right now. you can join us if you wish and then we can head to the library." Her friends giggled.
"Sure," I replied." I can carry the book for you if you wish." Her friends giggled again.
"That's so sweet of you Kyp," she replied. I could not believe that she knew my name. The other girls giggled again and started toward the dining hall. "My name is Rebecca, by the way." she corrected as I walked beside her. "But you can call me Becky
"Sorry about that Becky. I understand why everyone calls you Belle though." The girls giggled again.
We continued to walk in silence. We got our food. I let the ladies go first but Becky made sure that there was a seat beside her for me to sit. Becky hardly said a word and I mainly ate and listened to the other girls. Barbara Jean, aka BJ, one of the girls that I had an encounter with, told Becky that I was a nice guy and that I had helped her with some Calculus homework one time. I hoped that BJ had not told Becky what had happened between us to Becky or that somehow Becky had heard of my encounters.
After dinner, we went to the library and helped her with her Calculus. Nothing physical took place. She asked if we could continue to meet after dinner and that I could join her and her friends at dinner. I eagerly agreed.
The rest of that week I would walk with Becky and her friends and carry her books. We would meet in the library afterward and nothing physical ever happened. I was too scared to try anything.
On Friday evening she suggested that we study at the lake on Saturday afternoon. I knew that the lake was a couples spot but I looked forward to seeing her in the bright daylight. When I got to the lake, Becky was sitting on a blanket and had on a yellow summer dress. This was the first time that I had seen her not in a long dress. She sat with her knees bent to one side. I could see the calves of her legs and her knees. The bottom of the dress reached to just the top of her knees. also, for the first time, I saw her bare arms and her shoulder was slightly covered by the strap of the dress and her long hair. It was the most skin that I had ever seen Becky reveal to anyone.
Becky smiled a big bright smile when she saw me coming. She patted the blanket in invitation for me to sit beside her.
"Do you like my dress? I decided to wear something cooler and more comfortable. I hope you don't mind."
"It is beautiful, just like you, Belle," I answered honestly and jokingly."
She blushed and said, "I thought that I told you to call me Becky."
"Sorry," I apologized. "I was just kidding with you. I will always call you Becky from now on."
She laughed and said, "Scared you didn't I? I think that you were flirting with me."
My heart skipped a beat and a great fear of being rejected washed over me.
"Perhaps I was," I declared. "If you don't like it and want me to stop, I will."
"No, you can flirt with me if you want. You just have to sit close to me on the blanket."
She patted the blanket again and I sat down making sure that my leg touched hers but lightly. I asked, "Is this ok?"
She said, "Yes, and I need to confess something. I did not bring my Calculus book. I just wanted to take a break and enjoy the sunshine. I also just wanted to spend some time with you outside of the dining hall and library."
I smiled and nodded my head. "You're doing great anyway and I would love to hang out with you."
Becky confessed, "Kyp, I have enjoyed spending time with you. You have been so sweet carrying my books and helping with Math. I hope our time together has not been too boring."
"No, Becky," I answered, "It has not been boring. What guy would not enjoy hanging out with a beautiful, nice, smart lady like you.
"Lady?" Becky questioned. "I like that. I think you are flirting with me again."
"Definitely!" I answered, "You said that it was ok" I boldly reached and held her hand. "Is this ok? I asked.
"Yes, Kyp," she answered. "It is so sweet of you to ask. I think you like me and I am starting to like you. Do you want me to be your girlfriend?"
Without a second thought I answered. " I think so. If that is ok with you."
Becky laughed. "You think so?" she joked. "What do you need to reassure you?"
"Perhaps a kiss?" I boldly asked.
Becky leaned forward and closed her eyes. I slowly leaned forward and our lips met. It was a gentle sweet kiss but the best kiss that I had ever experienced.
"Would you please be my girlfriend?" I pleaded.
"Absolutely," she exclaimed. "On one condition. You have to stop hanging out with other girls in your room and in theirs," she instructed.
"The only girl that I will spend time with from now on will be with you," I promised.
"Also," she added, "I want my friends and everyone to know that you are my boyfriend. I want you to greet me with a kiss, hold my hand, and give me a kiss when we part. Even if we are in a crowd."
I affirmed, "I would be more than happy to demonstrate publicly my affection towards you, my lady." I then playfully kissed her hand.
Becky giggled and squealed. "I never really had a boyfriend before, so please be a gentleman for me."
"I will do my best, I promised. "Perhaps we can seal our agreement with another kiss?" I asked.
"Absolutely," she restated. "I expect plenty of kisses. You need not ask my permission any more."
I did as directed and placed my lips on hers once again. To be so quiet and shy, I found Becky to be fond of kissing me. She seemed to especially like kissing me in front of her friends. Her friends always giggled when we kissed. Usually, they were gentle, quick kisses but seemed to always contain a spark that lit me up each time. If we were alone at the end of the day, she would linger longer with her kiss. I made sure to never pull away and let her end the kiss. She would often put her arms around me and give me a tight hug. I could feel the nipples of her B cup breast poke into my chest.
Nothing more physical than holding hands, hugging, and kissing happened for quite a while. I dared not try anything further with her. Every night I would return back to my dorm and release my sexual tension by soaping up my dick and jacking off in the shower.
One Friday night after a movie, we were sitting in the car and Becky aggressively leaned over my side and started kissing me passionately. She even slipped her tongue in my mouth. She moaned in my mouth and squirmed as she made out with me for the first time.
Stopped for a moment and asked, "Would you like to go to my room and make out"
I nodded and stepped out of the car. I walked around the front to open her door. As soon as I opened the door, she jumped up and kissed me again. She grabbed my hand and quickly led me to her dorm and to her room.
"I have been wanting to make out with you all week." She sat me in a chair and hopped on my lap and started kissing me hard. Luckily, her bottom was on my knees because I could feel my dick getting hard. At first my hands were down beside me but she placed them on her hips. I dared not move them from that position but just used them to keep her from falling off my lap.
After about 10 minutes, she lifted her lips off of mine and said, "I have a surprise for you tomorrow. Meet me at the lake after lunch. For, now I need you to go back to your room before things get out of hand." She got off my lap and straightened her hair.
I sat up and walked to the door. She made sure to give me one last peck on the lips and then sent me on my way. I was so relieved to know that my roomate had already left for the weekend. I soaped up my dick in the shower and jerked off as usual. But, I also jerked off again while laying in bed. I slept naked and jerked off anytime I awoke that night. I even took a shower that morning and jerled off in the shower again.
I thought that lunch time would never come. Becky was not at the dining hall when I went to lunch adn her friends said that she was at the lake waiting for me. I gobbled down a hamburger and fries and hurried to the lake.
Becky was rocking in the swing. I could see from a distance that the bottom of her skirt only covered half her thigh. The top had bikini straps. It was a midriff that showed her belly button. Although it was not low cut, It did show some cleavage. She was probably wearing one of those push up bras.
"How do you like my new outfit? she asked.
"Oh my!" I exclaimed. "That outfit is hotter than it is out here."
Becky laughed. "Don't forget, you're supposed to give me a kiss when we meet." She leaned over showing more cleavage.
