Denise Taes My Virginity

All characters in this story are over 18

I met Denise a little over two months ago when the semester first started. She was friends with a girl I was interested in. I got close to Denise to try and get close to her friend. A typical scenario that seldom works out. Except, yesterday, I went skiing with Denise and now I don't remember who that other girl was. In one day, Denise became the love of my life. Perhaps it might be helpful if you read about the ski trip before you start this narrative.

It was late Saturday night when the bus dropped us back at the transportation terminal. By the time we got back to the dorm it was really late and we were exhausted. It had been an amazing day, but it was time to call it quits and get some sleep. I helped Denise get her ski equipment back to her room. After putting her skis down in the corner, we shared a long hug with intense eye contact. I broke the trance and leaned in for one more passionate kiss. She was still as delicious as ever and I found it hard to break away from her. I didn't want the day to end. But we decided it might be the most sensible thing to do.

So, we reluctantly let go of each other and I walked to the door. We looked at each other again.

"I'm still thinking of you," I told her.

"I'm very happy to hear that," she said smiling sweetly.

"Late breakfast in the morning?"

"Let's make it 9 o'clock" was her answer.

When the door closed to her room, I was alone in a deserted hall. I wanted to scream in joy. I wanted to turn handsprings down the hall. I wanted to high five everyone, give them a hug and a slap on the back. This is how I felt with being happy and falling in love. Really falling in love. Denise is amazing.

I got back to my room and dumped my gear on the floor. I peeled off my ski pants and fell into bed. My turtleneck still smelled of Denise. I was drunk on that sweet aroma. Then I remembered my parka. I jumped up, got the parka, dug out the note and threw it away. Then I got her gift and went back to bed.

I unwadded the ball of satin to finally see her beautiful panties. She gave them to me on the bus, as a gift. They were still damp from what we did with each other. So, I pulled down my briefs and wrapped her panties around my penis. They felt damp, cool and soft. I pulled up my briefs and fell asleep rubbing my palm against my briefs, panties and penis. And I enjoyed wonderful dreams of spending time with Denise. I had a very deep sleep and woke refreshed.

It was 8 AM. I had time to take a shower and get ready to meet Denise for breakfast. Wow. A second date in 24 hours. This had to be fate. I was really looking forward to seeing her again.

I took my scented soap and shampoo with me to the shower. I also had my panties. I am glad the shower stall had curtains because I was acting silly and reveling in having Denise's panties. How had I gotten so lucky? The water got steamy hot and I lathered up with shampoo. I used her panties as a wash cloth to work the lather through my hair. I rinsed and repeated, just like the instructions on the bottle told me to. My hair and the panties were fresh and clean.

Then I got out the body wash and lathered up my chest. I used the panties once more as a wash cloth and cleaned every surface and nook and cranny on my body. Of course, I spent extra time on my genitals to make sure they were extra clean. Then I took my final rinse to remove all the lather from my body. I was left with a fresh lavender scent (thanks mom). I rinsed all the soap from the panties and the satin was left sparkling clean. I wadded the panties up and squeezed out as much water as I could.

Her panties were blue satin. Shiny and smooth. The waist band and leg openings had thin elastic bands sewn in. The pantie's fabric stretched in every direction imaginable. There was a small blue satin bow sewn into the middle of the waist band just below where the navel would be. A quick search of panty style makes me think they are called high-cuts or hipsters. Never knew there were that many styles to choose from. How did Denise know that blue was my favorite color?

I got my towel off the wall hook and began to dry off. After my body, I turned to the panties. I flattened them out onto the towel, then rolled up the towel. I stepped on the towel roll making the cotton fabric soak up the water left in the satin. After a couple of rolls the satin panties were almost completely dry. Taking care of panties was easy. Much better than tightie whities.

I got back to my room with plenty of time to dress and go down to the dining hall for breakfast. I wanted to be comfortable so I wore briefs, sweat pants, t-shirt and a nylon wind shirt. A pair of beat up tennies completed my second date ensemble. I was probably just north of looking like a slob. I don't wear cologne, so I hoped the body soap scent would cover my right guard scent. Never thought about that before.

I got down to the dining hall with just a couple of minutes to spare. Denise was already there, waiting by the entrance. She was glowing from the inside. I could feel her warmth as I walked up to her. She saw me approaching and smiled broadly when I was just within arm's reach. She reached out a hand and took mine, grasping it tightly.

"It is so good to see you again. I was hoping you would be on time" she said.

"You are a vision. I've been thinking about you all night and this morning. I was hoping you would be here" was my reply.

She moved in and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"I wouldn't have missed this for anything. Yesterday was so much fun and I'm hoping we can enjoy today just as much. Besides, I am hungry!"

With that introduction, we walked into the dining hall and got into the breakfast line. Sundays was a little more creative in the dining hall than the rest of the week. The staff did a great job putting together a buffet with all the standard fixings. Parents usually came to visit their kids on Sundays and the dining hall wanted to make their first meal of the day special. They served visitors a brunch experience all the way until 2 PM.

I was relieved to see that I had worn the right clothes. Denise had on sweatpants, pullover top and a university hoodie. A solitaire gold pendent hung around her neck and two gold dangly ear rings fell from her ears. She wore a gold puzzle ring on her right hand. Very simple, but very elegant for our second date. She was way north of me!

Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and held with a simple scrunchy. She only wore a little make up, but she was still beautiful. I don't think she had to work very hard to make herself presentable. Especially for me! I'm thinking I maybe should have made a little more effort to get myself more presentable for her. But I didn't feel like there was a competition going on here. She made me feel so comfortable.

Going down the buffet line was a revelation. Denise took a sample of everything. I thought she might be a vegan or eat like a model based on her figure. But she came away from the buffet with quite a few calories on her plate. I tried to cut down on what I normally would have taken, but I still had a bigger portion than her.

We sat down at a table and a server came up to offer us coffee or juice or tea. The server even brought us dinnerware wrapped in a cloth napkin. This was just like going to a restaurant. So, we had coffee and juice.

Denise reached over, took my hand and brought it up to her mouth and kissed it.

"I had fun yesterday. You are a good skier and a good sport. I really appreciated the help with my skis and boots all day" she said.

"That was nothing. Sorry I was a little disappointed at the start, but you saved the day and made it the best day of my life. Really. Thanks for spending your time with me".

I was trying to let her know how much I appreciated her. So, the next few minutes were spent with compliments and praise for each other. After a few exchanges we both figured we liked each other and we had a good time together. And, it would probably be nice to spend more time together in the future.

We sat back, relaxed and began talking about our own interests. What we had done in the past, what we wanted to do in the future and what did we expect from the university experience during the next 4 years. Denise and I had a lot in common. We shared stories of things we had done in the past and what we were doing currently.

I could see hiking in our future. Camping trips would be fun in the spring time. Maybe some travel. We both rode bicycles so we could take trips around town or take day tours in different areas. We both skated. Of course, she was a figure skater at heart and I was involved in hockey. We both liked to exercise and stay in shape. I envisioned us being in the gym together, every day, for workouts.

We had a lot we could talk about that was of common interest. And there were plenty of activities we could share as we spent time together. It turns out that Denise was a lot more perceptive about me than I was about her. And our time together yesterday was just a prelude of what our time together in the future could be like. So having a nice breakfast together this morning convinced me that Denise was very special and her friend was officially past history.

We finished our breakfasts and got ready to leave. Seems Denise sampled a little of everything and a little more of the things she liked. But she left a lot of calories on her plate. Me, I was going to have to work a little harder in the gym after my breakfast. But it was a good breakfast and we enjoyed each other's company.

We went for a walk around campus, visiting the old section and studying the early architecture of the administration buildings. There was a central square that had lots of leafless, 100 year old trees. Each tree had a bench and there was a turned off fountain in the center of the square. The clock tower had a carillon that played different tunes each hour of the day. It was like visiting another era for a short time. This was a nice campus.

Then it was back to the gym to work off more of our breakfast calories. Denise pounded out the miles on the treadmill and stair master. I did some treadmill with her and spun some miles out on the Peloton. I planned to finish up with free weights to tone up different muscle groups. Denise joined me after her aerobic workout. Her forehead glistened with sweat and her top had sweat stains around the neck and pits and down her back. Other than that, she still looked spectacular. I definitely had the more sweaty appearance.

Denise wanted to do chest presses and asked me to spot for her. She selected the weight bar and put it on the bench rests. Then she loaded 45 pounds onto the bar. I'm guessing she had 75 or 80 some odd pounds altogether. She lay down under the bar and set herself. I stepped onto the spotter pads and prepared to assist her.

"Ready...Press"

With her upper arms sticking straight out she reached up and grabbed the barbell. She lifted the bar off the stops and positioned it over her shoulders. I grasped the bar next to her hands. She only had a slight space between her back and the bench. She knew what she was doing. She had nice technique. She inhaled deeply. Then she lowered the bar until it just touched her chest. With no sign of exertion, she raised the bar smoothly until her elbows were just reaching the locked position.

"One."

She lowered the bar to her chest while drawing in a big breath. Then she lifted the bar again.

"Two."

She did this fifteen times for her set. I helped her return the bar to its stops. She let go and said:

"Your turn."

So, we changed places and I lay down on the bench. She looked at me and moved my feet to a different position. I left them there thinking she knew what she was doing.

"Don't arch your back so much. No power lifting. You're going for full range and all the muscles".

So, I drew in a big breath and grabbed the bar with forearms perpendicular to the bar. She didn't reposition my hands so I figured I got that right.

"Ready...Press".

I raised the bar off the stops and moved the bar above my shoulders. I lowered the bar to my chest and then raised it back up until my elbows almost locked.

"One."

Another big breath and then lowered the bar down to my chest. This wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. It wasn't anything like the press machine I usually used. I raised the bar until my elbows almost locked.

"Two."

Another big breath. I began to lower the bar. Looking up, I was treated to the amazing view of Denise's face framed by her breasts looking down at me. She was watching my effort and judging how I was doing. She saw me looking at her chest and smiled. As I lifted, she leaned down on the bar to increase the weight and my effort. My arms were approaching elbow lock.

"NOT FAIR...THRRREEEEEE."

She smiled and laughed. She was kind to me for the rest of my set.

We each did two more sets. She was strong all the way through. I was gassed as I finished my last couple of presses and appreciated her assistance in getting the bar up one last time and positioning it on the stops. I did not expect that effort. She was one fit woman. She showed me some other weight routines she used in her workouts and I could now appreciate why she had such a great, fit and toned body. Her workout really put her muscles and curves on display. I looked forward to doing this again when she was in her yoga pants. That would really showcase her figure.

We were done for the day as far as being out and about. It was time to get back to the dorm. When we got there, she suggested we go to my room first. Great, all my crap was still a pile in the middle of the floor. Great way to make an impression. When we got there, she told me to get a change of clothes and a bath towel. I wasn't sure what I needed so she went to my closet and pulled out jeans and a shirt. She went to my drawers and found some socks, t-shirt and underwear. She also found her clean, blue satin panties. She picked them up and held them to her nose.

"Nice and clean. You're so good! Let's go."

She led me out of my room and through the dorm to her room. We went inside and I was surprised to find it was one half of a suite. There was a shared bathroom instead of the community shower I had. And there were only accommodation's for one student in her room. The room was smaller and contained a bed, the closet, a dresser and a desk with a bookshelf. Her room was neat and clean. I hadn't noticed that last night as I was to occupied with having to say goodnight. She looked at the bathroom door and the lock showed the bathroom was unoccupied. She smiled back at me. We took off our shoes.

"My suite mates are visiting at home and won't be back until after 9 PM. So, we have plenty of time to relax. Let's get rid of all these sweaty clothes."

Denise pulled off her hoodie, opened the closet door and threw it into the hamper. She slid the sweat pants down to the floor, stepped out of them and expertly kicked them into the hamper. Then she grabbed her top at the waist and in one smooth motion slid it up and off over her head. In just a matter of seconds, she went from workout clothes to just panties and a bra. I really enjoyed her strip show. She was even more beautiful than I remembered from yesterday. While looking at me, she took a "Look at me" position and put her hands on her hips.

"Am I the only one here?" as she looked at her room over her shoulders.

I was in an awkward position. I was dumbfounded by what I had just witnessed. I was in a room alone with a beautiful woman. This woman had stripped down to her scanty and very sexy underwear. Her body was amazing. I had never been intimate with a woman, except for yesterday with Denise. And I was probably going to have to admit that I was a virgin. I had no idea how Denise was going to react when she learned I was a total novice in practice. Book learning is one thing, practical experience is something at which I was totally lacking.

I sat down on her bed. I stared at the floor.

"I am a virgin."

She smiled at me.

"I don't care. You were amazing yesterday. You knew exactly what to do when it came to being with me and seeing to my needs. I like you for who are and I want to explore our bodies even more if you are up to it."

I appreciated her response to my admission. She was being kind and considerate. I looked forward, nervously, to what lay ahead of me.

"Okay? Everyone was a virgin once. Let's explore."

She came over to me on her bed. She hugged my head into her chest and bent over to kiss my forehead. She unzipped my wind shirt and helped me get my arms out of the sleeves. She carried it over to the hamper and dropped it in. She came back over and helped me get out of my t-shirt. Again, she went to the hamper and dropped it in. She stepped back to the middle of the room and using her finger, made a "come here" motion. I got up and joined her.

When I got to her, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her chest. Her skin was warm and smooth. I could feel her breasts on my chest through the thin fabric of her bra. The bra was sheer and I could clearly see her areolas and nipples that were erect and pushing the bra material from out the inside.

I put my hands on her firm buttocks and slid my palms around on her curves and contours. Her panties were sexy and smooth. Her body felt amazing. I stroked up her back to her bra and found the dreaded clasp. I fumbled around for a few seconds, and after a few tries, managed to unhook her bra. She smiled up at me.

"I see you learned something yesterday on the way home."

She removed her bra and dropped it in the hamper.

"Your turn."

She stepped back. I hooked my fingers in the waistband on my sweat pants and began to pull them down. I was a little embarrassed by the erect penis in my briefs. I pushed my sweat pants to the floor, stepped out of them and kicked them into the closet door. They fell back onto the floor. I sheepishly went over to the closet and picked up the sweatpants. I motioned towards the hamper and she smiled. A nod of her head gave me permission to drop them into the hamper.

And there I stood for the first time in my life wearing only briefs with a beautiful woman who was wearing sexy, shear panties. And she wanted me to be there with her. But I was very nervous and filled with feelings of inadequacy. I had showered with men all my life and I knew I wasn't born with a big penis. I had even gone as far as to measure my erection with a ruler pushed deep into my flesh to discover that I only came up to almost 4 inches. What was this beautiful woman, who could have any guy she wanted, going to think of me?

Denise sensed my trepidation and came over to me.

"You've come this far. You don't have to stop now. It will be just fine. I promise. Take my panties off for me."

I stepped up to her and hooked my fingers into the waistband. The panties were smooth and stretchy. I began to slide the panties down and over the hump of her buttocks. The fabric stretched and they slid easily. I slid them down further to expose her smooth mons. I could see the mons curving away and into the junction with her legs. I could see the crease that showed where the labia met in the front of her vulva. The skin of her mons was white, warm and smooth. If I wasn't pulling off her panties, I would have loved to stay there and stroke her. I slid her panties down her thighs and calves to the floor where she stepped out of them. My face was right next to the little patch of pubic hair she left on her mons.

I picked up the panties and carried them to the hamper and prepared to let them drop in.

"Hang on to those for second. I want to show you something."

Denise came up behind me and took the waist band of my briefs and slid them down over my butt, thighs and calves to the floor.