It is amazing the details the mind recalls from significant events in one's life. For instance, I can remember every hideous color of the dorm room that I was in when I attempted to seduce a man for the first time. Every detail of the room, in fact, is permanently etched into my memory.
As dorm rooms go this one was pretty typical of those built in the 60s. Not that I was alive in the 60s and know about this, but it's what I've heard. Walking in the door you found yourself looking into a room about 15 feet by 10 feet. The space for walking was only 3 feet wide and one side of the room was a mirror reflection of the other. It was in really ugly shades of yellow-orange, green, and dark brown, minus the unique touches offered by my roommate and myself. As you entered there were wardrobes flanking you, followed by extra-long twin beds with hidden-shelf side-boards, and then matching desks with mounted bookshelves. On the opposite wall to the door there was a huge window that rose over the old fashioned radiator. That stupid, noisy radiator is probably what made me feel like I could get away with attempting this.
I think under normal circumstances most people would have thought, "No way in HELL!" After all, my best friend WAS asleep in the bed across from mine. And yet, even with her there I found myself standing in the relative privacy of the open closet door looking in the mirror and having an internal debate over what exactly I was hoping was going to happen.
I knew that I wanted John. I'd been hanging out with him and his group for months. He was so sincere, kind, and gentle. Plus he was so tall and strong. When my 5 foot 3 ½ inch frame stood next to his 7 foot 3 inch one, I felt so feminine. When his hand took mine, or touched my head, I felt like the delicate female all of my thin friends always talked about. When I watched him sword fight, I saw his muscles bunch and the sweat form and it made me fantasize about another activity that would have similar results. I know for a fact that being with him is what started my trench coat fetish. I can never look at one now, without getting wet between the legs.
There I was, in that space of the closet, wearing that black trench coat of his. It draped me completely, falling at least 6 inches past my hands and hitting the ground at my feet. He had asked for it back, he was getting ready to leave. I didn't want him to leave without knowing I was willing and ready to go all the way with him. But would it really work to bring him his coat wearing nothing underneath it? Man, it would suck so bad to get rejected. I had a big belly and butt. I had a waist, but my D breasts were so large they weren't perky like other girls. I wasn't tan. I had the pale Irish skin of my mother and grandmother.
All right, criticizing myself was no way to get in the mood to seduce him. I had great hair; long, auburn, and curly, it was truly beautiful and very soft. I also had great eyes. Never the same color from one day to the next; they went from blue, to green, to occasionally a stormy grey color and they were framed by incredibly long, dark, curly eyelashes that had earned more than a few jealous looks and comments. There were also my beautiful, full, peach lips that always seemed to smile. I closed the closet door, mind made up. I would show him what I had and he could take it, or leave.
"Please, please, please, let him want me."
John looked over at me as I shut the door and I absorbed the sight of his beautiful, rugged face, his shaggy brown hair, and his huge frame. He was laid back on my bed against the hidden shelf. His long legs stretched so far out they touched Kim's bed.
"What am I thinking? My best friend is asleep in this room less than three feet away. God he is so handsome, and his body is so big. I want him so much." My eyes made contact with John's. Looking down a little I glance back up and offer him a smile.
Moving closer I whisper to him, "Here's your
coat. I'm warming it up for you."
Once I am standing right up against his leg I bring his hands to the buttons. "Help me take it off." Slowly, one by one, he and I undo the buttons. I'm getting so nervous by this point in time that I can no longer hold eye contact. I'm staring at his chest as the jacket falls open revealing my bare skin.
My own breathing is so rapid that I cannot hear his intake of breath. But I can feel his hands. They stroke my waist over my hips, up my back to slide gently over my breast. Relieved to not be rejected I look up into his eyes. His hands reach out and gently take my head pulling me closer to him.
I lean in close to him and our mouths meet. My only experience with kissing was really very wet and unpleasant so I have no idea what to expect. I press my lips against his lips. His mouth opens slightly. I kiss his lower lip. I can feel his tongue tracing my mouth and I shyly let mine come out to meet his. Tongue tip to tongue tip they touch and retreat a few times. It felt so good when he traced my mouth that I do the same to him. As my tongue completes its circuit I feel his tongue dart out and stroke mine much more boldly. He seems to want me to put my tongue in his mouth.
I do not have a long tongue by any means so I get creative and tilt my head, opening my mouth slightly more. I slide my tongue into his mouth following his own as it draws back in. John's tongue is starting to wrap around mine, so I twist mine around his as well. Suddenly, the hands that had been buried in my hair grab my hips and pull me onto his lap. They then return to my head and bend it back as his tongue enters my mouth. He is licking everything in there, my tongue, my teeth, the roof of my mouth, my cheeks. Clueless as to how to respond, I am struck with the idea of mimicking an action for a different part of the body. I start to suck his tongue and undulate mine against his.
The sound of his moan sends a rush of heat and fluid between my legs. My nipples have become hard and flushed to a rose color. I want John to touch my breast. I want to have the hardness in his pants free for me to explore. I can really only share one want at the moment and so I grab his hands and bring them to my breasts.
