Hart Damage Ch 01 Lori

After my junior year of high school I went off to 8 (actually almost 10) weeks of Army Basic Training. I had joined a National Guard unit to eventually help pay for college, and I wanted to serve my State and Country. 2 days after high school graduation- the next summer- I left for my Advanced Individual Training, all in Fort Benning, GA.

I missed out on a lot of fun high school activities. The summer I turned 16 had been fun, but my 17th summer was spent in the Georgia heat and swamps. The same with my 18th birthday summer. One weekend a month I had to report for weekend drill. By the start of my freshman year of college, I was ready to cut loose. I would still have the "one weekend a month and 2 weeks in the summer" requirement, but that still gave me lots of free time. I would be on my own, living in my own place- okay, a dorm, but still, I would not have my parents watching what time I got home, and some 19 year old dorm RA did not scare me.

I got back to Iowa from Georgia 2 weeks or so before classes and was able to move in 10 days before the start of the semester. I had tuition covered already, and several thousands of dollars sitting in my bank account, whispering to me, "Spend me. Use me. Make up for lost time."

I am Brad Hart, 6 foot zero, 170 lean pounds at this point. Not beefy, but wiry and quick. My dark blond hair was still in a cueball buzzcut, and I had a tan face and pale body from wearing long sleeves all summer. In that 2 weeks before classes, I was able to get my tan body back and my short hair had grown out slightly and looked good with the right pair of sunglasses.

A friend of mine from my Guard unit, Mark Jones, was a sophomore at Iowa State, a member of the fraternity commonly referred to as Animal House, and had just gotten back from our unit's 2 week summer Annual Training. He invited me over a few times to drink and party because he wanted me to rush their fraternity. I got to know the guys, and more importantly, their "Little Sisters"- which was basically an eye candy program designed to have hot chics running around. Members weren't supposed to sleep with the Sisters, but really, did anyone follow that rule?

I saw Lori there the weekend before classes. She was fairly short, not very curvy, lithe, had long black hair, big, dark almond eyes. She was the roommate of Mark's latest target, Gabby. She seemed shy, a little unsure of herself, and was absolutely stunning in my opinion.

I appreciate Mark and Gabby if they were trying to set us up. I had lots of confidence in myself, but women were my weak spot. Mark and Gabby introduced us, got us up to the bar, got us drinks, then disappeared.

The music was loud. It was hard to talk to each other without shouting, and I really wanted to talk to Lori.

We went up the main stairs from the basement and looked for a place to talk. I knew they had a lounge area but we wouldn't be as secluded as we would be in The Den. Double oak doors opened to The Den was a nice living room with a fireplace, a baby grand piano, and some nice furniture. It was definitely off limits during parties, and from Mark said, it was generally never used except for formal functions.

It basically was a formal place to hopefully get into Lori's panties.

Lori was dressed in a short red leather skirt, a white top with a red bra underneath. Earlier I had caught a glimpse of red panties as well. The one drink had loosened her up, but she was not drunk- neither of us were. She looked like she wanted to be grown up and sexy, but just wasn't sure how to be. I kind of assumed the way the skirt fit that it probably was Gabby's. I could tell she was nervous.

That made two of us.

We did talk. Not sure what we talked about- honestly I remember the sound of her voice more than the words she spoke, the twinkle in her eyes, the curve of her smile. I remember the warmth of her hand in mine, I remember how her knee felt when I put my hand on it. I remember how she leaned in, how her thigh felt as my hand slowly slid up, how her hand felt on my thigh, how warm her breath felt...

How soft her lips were...

How her tongue darted out and touched mine...

How soft her breasts were, how perfectly they felt in my hands...

How hard her nipples were...

How hard my cock was when she placed her hand on it...

"Not here...not here," she panted. "Back to my place, please."

FUUUUUCK! SO CLOSE!

"I just don't... I don't want someone to catch us here," she said.

"Okay, do you want to...?"

"Yes! Let's go!" she said as we both stood up and readjusted our clothes.

My dick was hard and poking uncomfortably the wrong way, and I had to basically pull it out to tuck it back in so it didn't hurt.

"I'm sorry about that. I would rather have my first time be more... special than in some frat's living room," she said.

HER first time. MY first time. One hell of a way to kick off college!

The walk to her dorm took less than 10 minutes. Despite the hot, muggy August night, we both shivered as we walked. Our fingers were intertwined, our bodies leaning into each other. Everyone who saw us walking down the busy street knew she was going to get her pussy hammered by me.

I hoped so. But I feared my ability to fuck it up.

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We arrived on her floor and she pulled her key out of some recess or pocket I had yet to find in her outfit. She came to me and kissed me and we made out for a few minutes as our hands explored our clothed bodies.

"I, uh, I need to use the bathroom," she said. She excused herself and pointed me to the men's room on her coed floor, so I took the opportunity.

Fastened to the wall was a dispenser for free condoms, and since I was pretty optimistic still, I took a couple.

4 minutes later, we were both locked in her dorm room. This time we wasted no time. In less than 30 seconds we were both down to my boxers and her sexy, silky red bra and close enough to matching red, lacy panties.

She went to say something, and her breath caught for a second before she said, "I...uh, I said...I've never..."

"Me neither," I said.

"Really? You seem so..."

I was hoping she'd say "confident" or "handsome", but as she searched for a word I blurted out, "I'm shy. Shy around beautiful girls, anyway."

She visibly perked up when I said "beautiful", and she asked, "You really think so?"

"YES!"

We closed in, hugged and explored each other. I struggled with her bra, so she helped me. My cock sprung from my boxers, and she marveled at it's rigidity. She touched it, squeezed it, and slid her hand up and down, causing pre-cum to leak. She swirled the pre-cum around and licked her fingers.

"Mmm," she said. "You like that, don't you," more of a statement than a question.

"God yes!"

She pushed me on the futon in their room and knelt before me. "I've never done this before- hell, I've never even touched one before, but I think I can do something you will like," she said.

I've never had a blowjob before, so I had no idea if she was great at it, or just really good. The sensation of cumming from a blowjob was different from quickly jerking off in my bedroom. I could feel the pressure but didn't know how to release. I knew I was close and I warned her, and within a minute I let out a roar and started spewing cum. She caught a blast in her mouth, then one on her face, then the rest on those tits- those beautiful, perky tits!

"I'm sorry!" we both blurted out at the same time. She was sorry for "wasting" it, and I was sorry for covering her chest.

After that, she kind of looked at me like "now what?"

"My turn to explore you," I answered.

She traded me places and sat down. She picked up her hips as I pulled her panties down. I looked at the sight before me- a patch of fur above two puffy sideways lips with a tight crease between them. Her skintone was caramel, and she really did not have tanlines. I touched the soft skin of her upper thighs, and she parted her legs, giving me a view of a live pussy for the first time in my life. The outer lips were still puffy, and brighter and darker than the surrounding area. The crease was still tight, but I could see a dew starting to form.

I reached out to touch it, and she jumped and gasped.

"Ooh. Mmm..." she said.

I took that as positive feedback.

My dick was already hard. I wanted to shove it in, move it around, and cum again and again. But I took my time.

My first finger went in and her hole was tight. I could feel the walls squeeze my finger, yet start to open and expand and get wet and warmer all at the same time.

I licked my fingers.

Fuck, that taste! It was honey and cumin and salt and... heaven all at once. My finger went in again, and then a second slid in.

"Uggghhhh, aahhhhhh..." she moaned.

She opened her legs more and squirmed some, giving me more access to her pussy. I wanted to lick it, so I did.

I had no skillset at this point, but we both went by what was natural. Her breathing picked up, and before long she cried out, "OH GOD! OH GOD! Something is happeniiiiinnnnnngggggg!"

I didn't know it then, but that was her first ever orgasm.

Breathing hard, she said, "I need to feel you inside...condoms..." as she pointed to her desk.

I had a few in my pocket, but my clothes were over there...somewhere.

Looking at the assortment, I knew from trial and error, or research (otherwise known as secret masterbation in my bedroom), the Twisted X ones swirled around the tip of my cock and felt great. So I went with that.

I rolled it on as Lori watched me, and she spun around, laying flat on the futon. I positioned myself above her, lined the tip of my cock at her tight opening, and she said, "Go slow, but don't stop."

I resisted the urge to slam it in. I went slow as she wiggled a little uncomfortably at first. She yelped and the first three or four thrusts seemed to hurt, but I felt her loosen up and her body started pushing back into me.

Neither one of us were a virgin anymore!

I filled the condom, and I still stayed mostly hard, but I got off her and helped her off the futon. Hopefully the futon in her dorm room qualified as being good or special enough for her first time.

I asked her if she was okay, and the glow on her face told me she was.

We moved to her bed to cuddle but forgot the condoms in her desk. The second time was with the same, messy condom and it seemed as if we had been doing this together for years. Or forever.

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After 10 days of class, Lori and I were inseparable and my roommate had withdrawn from classes. Too bad for him, but I now lived in a single room and Mark and Gabby had broken up or ended whatever their status had been. Lori basically had moved into my dorm.

At this point we were 2 days short of the 3 day Labor Day weekend. We picked up a few supplies, some food, bottled water and had decided to try every free condom we could find anywhere on campus.

"Which one do you want to try first?" I asked. Naked, she walked over, swinging her hips with the confidence of a woman and not the shyness of an incoming freshman virgin.

"Make me scream with the Rough and Rugged. I want you to bend me over your desk and try and break it."

Break what? The condom? The desk? Her?

The condom was stiff and felt thick. I was afraid the sensation would not be as good as some of the others, but I was no quitter. As I started to line up with her and push inside, her reaction was not one particularly of pleasure.

"Okay okay okay... stop!" she said. "Feels like the wrong end of a hairbrush."

"How about this one?" I said, picking up some natural something-or-other. It bragged about being "almost like nothing at all". It felt cool, almost cold and wet as I rolled it down my shaft, and as I pushed it inside her still standing body, it felt warm and probably non-existent. Unlike any of the others we had tried, with this one I could feel the ridges and curves of her pussy.

I started thrusting hard, and Lori pushed back into me. She arched her head back and shouted, "Fuck me harder! HARDER!"

I grabbed her hips and pulled her back as I slammed into her. The desk shook and stuff fell off as I thrust with all of my being.

"I'm gonna cum!" I said.

"Do it! Cum in me!"

I let out a growl as I erupted. That felt amazing- so much better than any of the other condoms we tried. As I caught my breath, I said, "We need to find more of those. You felt amazing!"

As my cock softened and shrunk, it plopped out. Just then I realized there was an issue with the condom...

it broke.

"Oh, I think..." she said as she put her fingers under her pussy, catching my cum as it dripped out. Then she seductively licked her fingers, "Mmm," she said.

I was a little freaked out at first, and if she was, she didn't show it. Lori was on the pill and we decided that soon we wouldn't need condoms anyway, and I figured this long weekend busting one and cumming inside her might happen, but not the first go of the weekend.

I chose not to say anything and let her take the lead.

At some point I dozed off and woke later to find her standing naked in front of my window, staring off into the distance. I walked over to her and wrapped her up in my arms. She was just short enough I could place my chin on her head, completely enveloping her in a hug. "Whatcha thinkin' about?" I asked.

"Motherhood," she said.

Oh! FUCK!

"Dont't worry, we should be fine. It was going to happen- probably this weekend anyway," she said. Then continued, "But what happens IF I get pregnant?"

"I'd marry you. I'd be here and never leave you." Did I believe that? Yes, I think I did after a few short weeks that seemed to mold me as much as anything else had."

"Really? We are both 18 year old college freshman who have only had sex with only each other, and what, 10, 12 times?"

"15 times so far. 15 different 'events', but I've cum 21 times," I said, sounding... crazy I suppose.

"And you really think you'd stay around?" she asked, still looking out the window, now gently swaying her body.

"Of course," I said, rocking with her, maybe meaning it, growing harder.

"You're insatiable!" she said, pushing back into me. "Fuck me. Now."

I quickly spun her around and grabbed her arms.

"Oooh!" she said

I pushed her to the love seat, set her hips on the arm of the seat, her body on the cushions, and I grabbed her legs, pulling them up.

"Mmm... Looks like I've been a 'bad girl', haven't I..."

No condom, I rubbed my cock on her lips, and she grabbed it and lined it up. Once the tip was just inside her lips, touching the pink opening, I slammed it in.

"Ooooohhh fuuuhhhhk..." she moaned.

Ramming, pile driving my cock in, her left hand stroking her clit, she spoke in a dirty talk I had not heard from her before.

"Fuck... me... pound me... I want you to cum on my face... treat me like a whore..."

I'm not sure where this talk came from, and honestly, I wanted Lori to be more wholesome, but dammit, it was hot!

When I got close, she got on the floor, up on her knees, opened her mouth, and I shot out, covering her face, getting it i to her hair, and some in her mouth. The rest fell down on her tits.

We would not be the same after that. We were no longer two shy kids.

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On Wednesday, 2 days after Labor Day, we went to the library to study. Or whatever. She wanted to have sex on the 4th floor, but had to settle for me fingering her. I wouldn't let her give me a blowjob- too many people around. When we got back to my dorm, I wanted to fool around, but she said something about needing to go home.

I explained that I had Weekend Drill and probably would be gone all weekend, and that I would miss the home football game.

We were released early enough on Saturday that it was worth the hour drive back to campus. The rest of my squad were all going to go out drinking, and if Lori and I just had sex a couple of times and I didn't drink, I'd still be better off than the rest of the guys in the unit.

I knew Animal House was having a party, and when I got down to the barroom, I saw Lori making out with some random asshole.

Walking up, I tapped her on her shoulder, and choking back, I said, "Surprise."

She looked shocked, then tried to play it off, "Oh, hey! Uh, this is a friend of mine from high school! Brad, please meet-"

"No, I don't fucking care," was all I could say.

Mister Rando Dude said, "Hey man..." and he reached out to push my shoulder or something.

His hand never made it.

I had his hand twisted around, fingernails touching the top of his arm. He screamed out in pain. I didn't touch him, punch him or kick him. I probably didn't even break any fingers. I merely moved his hand into an uncomfortable position.

"BRAD! STOP IT!" Lori yelled.

I did, and I walked away.

I didnt fight for her. I decided she wasn't worth it. I had given my heart to her, and she couldn't wait a couple of days before she started making out with some guy- I didn't care of it was a high school friend, a cousin, or her husband. I didn't care if she was giving him standing mouth-to-mouth, saving his life.

She broke my heart, and I was done...

(next; Chapter 2- Amber)