It never entered my mind when I met Kerry that both our names were homophones for the masculine and feminine gender. My name is Lesley. I was named after my maternal grandfather, Leslie Jackson. Kerry and I were in college. My roommate was dating his best friend. We had met on occasion but were not dating or even out with the same groups of people. He was nice and intelligent. I was more into the college scene. I gravitated to the activities, whether school related events or outside occasions. I had a large group of girlfriends and did not have a steady boyfriend. Not to say that I didn't date. I did. A lot. I just couldn't see limiting myself to one guy. Most of my girlfriends did however have mostly monogamous relationship with their boyfriends. I say mostly because you never know what happens when the cat is away, so to speak. I didn't like the pretense. I had sex with a number of guys. When a guy got too serious, we had the talk. It was to remain casual friends or maybe friends with benefits. If the guy wanted more, I told him to find another girl to give him more. I was not going to be limited to a monogamous relationship. It came with a downside, of course. I might miss out on a little but if I needed a date for a function, I could make a few calls and be set up quite expeditiously.
After meeting Kerry a few times on happenstance with my roommate and her boyfriend, I began to recognize him on campus. Eventually we greeted each other by name. I had no idea at the time that we would become a couple. Two years later, still on the smile and greet, I had the occasion to run into him at a coffee shop off campus. We did the usual, hi and goodbye. For some reason, I lingered outside the shop until he came back out. We struck up our first conversation. I realized then how intelligent and genuinely nice he seemed. We talked about our majors, our plans, the weather and such. I asked him if he was seeing anyone in particular. He wasn't. He asked the same about me. I told him the truth about not wanting to limit myself to just one guy. I wanted to meet all kinds of people and enjoy the college experience.
He asked if I would like to have dinner with him one evening. I wasn't particularly attracted to him but I usually didn't shoot a guy down when he approached me, so I accepted. It turned out to be a very casual date. We ate burgers and fries at a local hangout. I had a good time. It was nice to be with a guy and not feeling like you had to have sex with him. We talked about our hometowns and growing up. He seemed interested in me as a person rather than a piece of meat. When he took me back to my apartment, I gave him a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. I also, for some reason, told him that I would love to go out with him again. He seemed surprised but we exchanged numbers and said goodbye.
Having surprised myself already by indicating an interest, I called him two weeks later. I was surprised that he did not call me. I wasn't insulted exactly but I usually didn't call a guy. He said that he had been busy with homework and his part-time job. He seemed happy that I had reached out to him. He didn't make any further invitations as I was hoping. I finally humbled myself and asked him if he would be my date to one of our sorority dinners. It was not terribly formal and some girls didn't even bring dates. He agreed to go with me. This was our second date. It went well and we went for coffee together afterwards. When he dropped me back off at my apartment, he didn't make any move to kiss me, so again, I had to kiss him on the cheek while I hugged him. He did at least hug me back.
Kerry is a nice-looking guy. A little short at 5'-7". I am 5'-8". This would usually preclude me dating him. I had never gone out with anyone shorter than me. Maybe that is why he seemed a little reluctant to initiate any physical contact. It could not be that I am unattractive. I am not fat or even heavy set. I weigh a comfortable 125# and have the curves in the right places. I am proud of my 34 D breasts. Hell, I look great in bikini. With light brown hair and a nice complexion, I didn't have to pursue any guys. I guess in a way this added to the intrigue of why Kerry was not more interested in me physically. It took several more dates for him to warm up. We eventually made out some and I still wondered why he never made sexual advances toward me. I was putting a lot more time into the relationship than I ever would have thought. One night while making out, I lay back on my bed and held out my arms to him. I was wearing shorts and a tee shirt because I had been studying before he came over. I didn't have a bra on and my nipples were very hard. Also, I have very pink areolas. They are over two inches in diameter. I had been told by a number of guys that my boobs were perfect. I was glad they liked them. I am also very sensual about my boobs being fondled, especially my nipples.
I took Kerry's hand and move it under my shirt letting him feel my large warm breasts. He explored my curves for a while. I removed my shorts and panties along with my shirt. I helped him unbutton his shirt and unzip his jeans. He was wearing white boxer shorts. He wriggled out of the shorts and his cock sprang forward. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. It was not large. It was not particularly thick. He was not quite even six inches long. It was just beautiful. That is the only way I could describe it. He was not circumcised but the pink head was sticking out about halfway past his foreskin. Maybe the most amazing thing about his cock was the color contrast between the pink head and the almost alabaster hue of his shaft. The next most noticeable was his scrotum. It was very small. It was drawn tight. His balls were slightly on the smaller side and his sack held them tightly. He was a very light pink color. Altogether, the pink head, pink ball sack and the near white shaft were a color combination that I had never seen. Most guys had hairy balls and pubic hair. Kerry's was blonde matching his head. Just a little lighter even. It was scarce as some fair skinned people are. I could not take my eyes away. I sat on the bed and held him between my legs. This cock was made for sucking. I licked the head and slowly took him into my mouth. I was savoring the experience like a classic delicacy.
As I continued to take him deeper, I could sense his flow of precum and the further tightness of his ball sack. I took him to my gag reflex. That was as far as he reached. I could easily take a longer cock into my throat and some of my well-endowed boyfriends could shoot cum directly down my esophagus. Kerry was not that big. My tongue circled that clear indention of his cock head. I wanted to eat it like a popsicle. My lips were planted firmly on his pubic bone and taught scrotum. He didn't last long. He began spewing cum deep into my mouth. I had to pull back a little each time to allow his cum to pool in my cavity so I wouldn't choke on the flow. I sucked until he had no more cum. Holding all his cum in my mouth, I looked up into his eyes and opened my mouth, giving him a clear view of his cum. I swallowed and then wiped some off my chin with my fingers. He started deflating rather quickly. I allowed him to lay on the bed. I guided is hand to my dripping pussy and he inserted his middle finger. My clitoris was very hard. I was ready to cum. As he probed my pussy, I had to direct his finger directly to my love button. I held his hand in the right position and I fucked his finger until my orgasm overtook me. I squeezed his hand with my thighs. I held his finger inside me until I began coming down from my short but satisfying orgasm.
We lay for a while in each other's arms. Afterward when Kerry started to put his clothes back on, I noticed that his cock had drawn up really small. He was decent size when erect. I was curious about why he became so small but passed it off to the fact that once I was fucked well by a big stud, I didn't notice how small his cock deflated afterward. I decided to pay careful attention the next time I had a better endowed lover. I had plenty to choose from. It came to mind that I ended up dating the guys with bigger cocks more than once. Thinking back, I was reluctant to admit that the smaller guys didn't make me cum. I hardly ever went out with a little dicked guy a second time. For some reason, college guys don't seem to want to eat pussy. They certainly expect blow jobs from the girls. That pissed me off when I thought about it. I was determined to have Kerry reciprocate the next time I sucked him off. Hell, there I was, about to break my mold. Already thinking about dating Kerry even though he was not hung. It was just that his cock was so pretty I couldn't stop thinking about it.