"My then best friend Addie on the women's cross-country team introduced us. She had grown up and gone to High School with Luke and he was great on the dance floor. Addie asked Luke to meet the team at the dance hall to teach us to two-step. She told us that he thought it sounded like a deal no guy could refuse. He was handsome, nice and every girl on the cross-country team was waiting for her turn to dance, and he was asking every one of us going around the table. After a few beers we were asking him, and as each song concluded we would kid with each other, "My turn", "No, he's mine", etc. but I ended up dancing with him the most. When the designated driver said she had to go, I stomped my foot and looked disappointed, and true to my plan, he said he would drive me home. I looked at Addie, she said, "It's O.K., he's a really nice guy" and he hadn't been drinking so I grabbed his hand and went back to the dance floor. My excuse for the rest of the evening is that I fell in love. Completely, totally, like never before in love.
We had a blast! He was funny, charming, made me look like I had been dancing forever and moved as smooth as glass. When the dances turned slow toward the end of the evening, I got really close to him "rubbing belt buckles." At the end of one particularly romantic song, I kissed him. With the next song I put my hand on his chest and started stroking, my fingers sometimes sliding into his shirt. The bulge in his jeans became more prominent and I rubbed up against him. To this day I honestly do not know where this was coming from because I had a reputation for being - and thought I was - a nice girl, but this tall, lean guy had me so captivated and horny I couldn't stand it. Walking me to his car, which I noticed was some kind of distinctive classic, my heart was beating out my chest, and instead of taking me right then and there and owning me on the hood of his car as I was fantasizing, he opened the passenger door for me and held my hand as I climbed in.
When he got in the front seat I had already moved to the middle and I gushed, "Oh Luke, I have never had more fun in my life. Can we do it again sometime?"
"Under two conditions", he replied.
Feeling a little let down I asked, "What conditions?"
"One, that you give me your phone number,"
I smiled, "Seems reasonable, and"
"Two, you let me buy you coffee and waffles tonight"
I laughed and reached over to pinch his ribs. "O.K." I enjoyed the wrestling that followed and ended up under his arm resting my head on his shoulder as we drove to Waffle House. On the way there my hand was on his thigh. My elbow may have rubbed his cock. He was after all, mine.
The strawberries and whipped cream on my waffles did not help. As we talked I kept thinking about how I would like to have him eat whipped cream and strawberries off me. He was so nice, so fun, so much of a gentleman, had such a sweet smile, listened to me - and was so sexy - I was worried that there were other girls willing to do what it took to take him off the market. There had plenty of that kind of talk around the table with my cross country team tonight. I resolved then I would make sure he stayed interested in and was committed to me. I was as flirtatious as I knew how to be.
At the parking lot back at the dorm, he was headed to the porte cochere in front of the dorm to respectably drop me off - on time - forcing me to say, "Why don't you park over there so that you can walk me in."
"O.K. Lisa, but I am pretty sure visiting hours are about over" he said steering toward the secluded spot under the willow tree I had pointed to.
"oh" I replied innocently, my plan exposed. His smile told me he wasn't fooled, and was calling what he thought was a bluff.
When he opened his door so that he could walk around and open mine I had to tell him to wait just a bit. He was either, a gentleman, shy, inexperienced or all three because the car had started to get chilly from the small talk by the time he worked up the nerve to kiss me. One kiss led to another and he may have noticed I was straddling his leg as my thigh (and maybe hands?) rubbed his cock. You cannot imagine how out of character this was for me. I was a Sophomore in college and had never seen a man's cock (except in the magazine my college roommate had) much less touched one. My own aroused state, curiosity from the magazine and fear of being an anachronism had gotten me here. That night I was determined to make up for lost time. I was not going to let this guy lose interest. I kissed down his neck, and then he kissed down mine. I unbuttoned his shirt massaged his chest. I discreetly unbuttoned my own blouse, but he did not try to undo my bra or do anything but kiss my neck and shoulders. At least his large warm hands caressed me everywhere my shirt was open, and then wandered down to my jeans, but it was pretty clear he was not going to try and get in them. I was conflicted between being a nice girl and my intentions for Luke, but to stop now seemed like it would be worse than anything else. His big belt buckle had come undone earlier and I had unbuttoned his jeans so discreetly such that when I kissed my way down his chest I only had to turn my head for my tongue to touch the tip of his cock. Luke jumped. The tip was already slick so that even someone as inexperienced as I was could tell that he was ready to let go.
"Lisa, are you sure?" he asked.
I answered by unzipping his jeans, and pushing down his boxers. Just as I took him into my mouth the Fleetwood Mac song "You make Loving Fun" started playing on the tape player. I remember feeling and sucking on the head of a cock for the first time as Christine McVie sang "Sweet wonderful you, you make me happy with the things you do." I felt nasty (in a good way), dangerous and powerful. The controlling influence of my Mom no longer constrained me and the independence I felt made me excited and giddy. I never expected to feel this good about going down on a guy and I my enthusiasm was evident. I wanted my man to know how good I could make him feel. I tried to remember everything I had ever read in Cosmo. No teeth, play with him, the places to lick. He was pounding on the steering wheel, squirming, and speaking in half sentences.
"Oh my gosh... "
