Candace's eighteenth birthday was next week and her old sister, Angie, was concerned. She knew her sex life had just begun and she was worried about the inevitable fumbles, disappointing quick draws and date rapes she'd encounter with the boys in her school. She had gone through that period herself and she didn't want her beloved sister to suffer the way she had.
Over the years she had accepted, and even begun to love sex despite her horrendous beginnings. She had gone away to school and learned it was not much different than high school. Boys still bragged like the did on the gym field and she was still treated as nothing more than a sexual outlet. Her peers in the dorm were as bad, trying to impress each other with the dirtiest story, daring each other to do more. They called each other the Bryant College Sluts and wore the label like a badge, impaling themselves on any cock lucky enough to get into their good graces.
By then Angie had learned enough to stay out of their inner circle. Since high school she had grown an appreciation of men and the male form. She desired its unyielding strength and the surprise of a soft pair of lips that actually knew how to kiss a woman.
Her Freshman year was filled with a burning crush on her Psychology 101 TA. She spent weeks fantasizing about him which grew to a healthy flirting after class. After a semester of pursuing him he caved in and dated her. It was a wonderful evening with a romantic dinner. That night they walked along the Charles River and admired the reflection of the moon on the water. She began to believe all she had hoped for, had dreamt about was beginning to come true. She felt awkward, like a schoolgirl with a crush, and she could hear her heart beating rapidly. The feeling was intense and lasted until he kissed her.
He was sloppy, ambling and groped her in ways that made her wince. Not wanting to appear the nescient lover she gave in. He took her to bed that night and though his appear was impressive, lined with gilded books and research papers stacked high, his lovemaking was juvenile. Twice he spilled uncontrollably, the first before entering her patient womanhood and the second soon after penetrating her following a long period of recuperation filled with encouragements. She closed her eyes after the disappointments and thanked the administration that planned her finals soon after this shaming experience.
She continued to date but held off on sex. She devised a series of secret auditions for those that chose to be close to her. Those that failed she didn't see again, ending their misbegotten relationship with a sobbing phone call relating her mother's death or an accusatory conversation of the Herpes she recently contracted. All were guaranteed to make a man disappear faster than dignity at a frat hazing.
The next two years passed and none of her dates made it past her auditions. One boy, a month from graduation and a year her senior, got to feel her breasts. She was optimistic and looked forward to finally making love again but as his lips reached her breast and teeth clamped down on her nipple she shrieked and pushed him away. He grew angry with this and, in a shouting match, tried to convince her it was her fault but she only grew angrier. Almost attacking him, she screamed until he ran out the door. That one didn't even get the courtesy of a phone call; he was merely dropped from the list.
She met Neil a month after the encounter. The pain in her nipple had subsided but the memory was still potent in her mind. She didn't even deign to consider a man since that fiasco. All those who noticed her were quickly dismissed without a return glance. She didn't find it difficult. Hell, there were hundreds of women on campus more eager and less demanding than her. Why would they waste their time?
Neil was more determined than most. He was her lab partner for Biology and though he was very attractive, with a beauty that most women never saw, it wasn't the first thing she noticed about him. The first thing that drew her attention was his attitude. Comfortable with himself and those around him, he never felt the need to show off or brag. He allowed his actions to do that for him. He was very intelligent and possessed a passion for learning that even she did not possess. His eyes were a deep blue and seemed to look upon her with a soft gaze that got her frustrated heart beating again. His beauty was one that seemed to grow on you. Most women would never notice him on the street but with a second look you realize how perfect his face seems- his deep eyes, soft lips that turned slightly up at the corners and dimples unseen until he broke into a wide smile. This was camouflaged underneath a quiet exterior focused on work on studying.
As the semester drew on they grew closer. She learned he worked two jobs to pay for his education and support his mother, who recently faced a cut in pay after a debilitating car accident. He had no time for fun and rarely smiled. Because of this Angie made it her goal to get him to smile more and learn to enjoy life.
From what she learned of him she knew he would pass her first test. He was intelligent, with a good sense of humor and for him women were more than just something to bed. Somewhere along respect and a sense of wonderment of women was instilled in him. She came to him for a kiss and it took her breath away; soft, sensual and warm. He lingered as they kissed, in no rush to move on to anything else. He merely enjoyed her lips with his. Feeling his sincerity, she drew him closer and for once she was tempted to move forward. It was with difficulty that she ended the night with that. She walked away floating and found her mind returning to him until they next met in their Tuesday lab.
He was reluctant to discuss anything but their work in class and he avoided her casual flirting. It was a first for her, though admittedly she has been out of practice since her Freshman year. She found him calling him, and though they talked casually, she didn't learn anymore about him than she already knew from class. Instead she found herself telling him about herself. Unlike most men she dated, he had no desire to manipulate the conversation back to him. He didn't interrupt and only spoke to offer encouragement or honest, interested questions.
On the following dates he hurdled past her next tests. She considered granting him some leeway, so great was her want for him, but she learned he didn't need her help. He knew his way around a woman's breast, knew her lips and was very practiced in touching a woman with gentle, sensuous strokes. On their third date she allowed his fingers in her sex and she quickly shuddered to an orgasm faster than ever before, sooner than she would have even if it were her own graceful digits.
At this she expected him to take her, even wanted him too. She lay with him with the pair of sexy thong panties she wore in preparation and her bra. Her breasts, with turgid nipples like bullets, overlapped the soft cups of her bra. She opened her legs and encircled him, feeling his length against her dampened sex. Like a hungry snake she licked his ear and whispered exhortations of lust with words she never believed she would utter. His member was rigid against her vulva and she opened to him, sliding her slickness on the crotch of his jeans. She clawed at him, tearing off his clothes to forego any further unnecessary tests. He had proven himself to her beyond any other man and she wanted him now. Her body reacted to him as never before. She felt attuned to his every motion, his every kiss. As he touched her, her body flushed.
With a haphazard tug, she tore the panties from her body and enclosed him in her limbs. Barely able to reach his crotch, he managed to divest himself of all but his shirt and boxer briefs, which remained behind his knees. She took the lead that night, allowing him a reprieve from her examinations in the name of her pleasure. For once she enjoyed the feel of a man. He was large and filling yet was in no rush. He seemed to prefer to enjoy her. If it were not for her rush to a further climax, she was certain he would have spent more time lovingly stroking her canal with his shaft. That night she lay wrapped around him, ear to his chest, for the first time in her life. She had never before spent the night with a man in her bed. She relished the feeling; lean muscular legs, the soft hairiness, the unforgettable scent of man that she so missed.
They agreed to see each other exclusively and so began months of passionate nights with a man she is finally able to fall for. He surprised her as she never expected. He was a deep man and very intelligent. He had a soft sense of humor he never overused and though he was very guarded, she found him opening up to her just as she did. She found him to be an expert lover and she yielded to him gratefully. He learned her body well, taking her to greater heights with each evening they spent together. Though it surprised her, Angie began to daydream of him. Happily she imagined the bed they shared earning the title of woman for this man. She had never before thought of love as a rational feeling but in these moments she could not feel any other way. When they were together, all felt right. She was comforted physically and emotionally in ways she would never have known. Come fall she had taken him home to meet her parents at Thanksgiving. When Christmas time came her parents, noticing the affect he had on their eldest daughter, welcomed him into their home.
Her little sister Candace celebrated her eighteen birthday the month before and, because of the milestone, had been given free access to her father's car, as well as permission to stay out the entire night. At any other time she would be overjoyed with the newfound freedom but now it just reminded her of her problem. The boy she had been dating, the second string quarterback, had turned down her hints of the upcoming junior prom to go with Denise, a senior cheerleader he had been seeing casually since the beginning of the year.
Too ashamed to tell her family, she accepted the privileges with false gratitude. As she looked at the dress she had already custom made for the night she nearly cried. That night her older sister returned home while her classes were out and she found that, unlike her parents, her sister could easily see something was wrong. Knees tucked to her chest, almost pouting, she relayed her predicament to her trusted sibling. She listened intently, only interrupting to hug the young girl when it appeared she would start crying.
