The snow began to fall Thursday evening, and by Friday morning, there was already over a foot of it on the ground, resulting in all classes being cancelled at the university where I was studying. The snow continued to fall at a tremendous rate, and by mid-day, it was virtually impossible even to leave the dorm where I lived, with my roommate Brenda. Both of us mainly used our sudden windfall of free time to catch up on our studies, and when we tired of that, we just kicked back and chatted.
I had been planning to go home to my parents' house for the weekend, but all the roads were closed, and even in good conditions, it was a two-hour drive. So I resigned myself that I'd be staying on campus for the weekend, and called my parents to let them know.
Late Friday afternoon, Brenda and I were kicking back in our dorm room, when the door opened, and Brenda's boyfriend Josh sauntered in. When he saw me, a look of disappointment flickered across his face, but in less than a second, it was gone, and he greeted us both with a cheery smile. Instantly, I put two and two together -- I had told Brenda that I was going home for the weekend, and the two of them had been looking forward to the opportunity to have a sex-filled weekend while I was gone.
I looked at Brenda with an anguished look and said, "I'm sorry, Bren; I don't mean to be in your way. Maybe I could go hang out at the library for a couple hours."
"You're crazy," she replied. "It's over a mile to the library, through two feet of snow. You can't do that."
"Look, Amy," Josh chimed in, "We're not gonna kick you out of your own room. We'll be OK."
*****
Of course, I knew that Brenda and Josh were having sex, and it really didn't bother me. Honestly, I was happy for them, that they could make each other so happy. In the time we'd been roommates, Brenda and I had become good friends. Mostly, we just kept track of each other's schedules, and her sex life was rarely ever an issue. Once or twice, one of my labs had gotten done early, and I got back to my room to the sounds of moaning and heavy breathing on the other side of the door. In those instances, I usually just wandered down to the lounge and studied there until I figured they were finished. Frankly, just knowing that the two of them were doing it, and hearing them through the door, was always pretty exciting for me, and made my girl parts wet.
I'd never had a boyfriend of my own, yet. It wasn't that I didn't want one, or that I wasn't interested in sex. I was, as much as the next red-blooded college girl. Heck, even when I was a little girl, I'd discovered the sensual joys of my own clitoris; once, I'd gotten in trouble when my mother overheard me proposing to one of my little girlfriends that we 'go into the closet and play with our baginas'.
My parents had held me out of the school sex-ed classes, because they didn't think they 'gave me the right picture' of what sex was like, and what it was for. I knew they meant well, and they did the best they could to give me the information I needed, but somehow, I still had a lot of holes in my understanding. I guess, when it came right down to it, the only way for me to know what a penis felt like inside my vagina was to have a penis inside my vagina.
So yeah -- I was as curious about sex as anyone. I'd just kept busy with other things, like my studies, and the sex thing just hadn't happened yet. But it wasn't like I didn't want it to. . .
*****
I felt terrible, though, that I'd frustrated my friends' plans, weather or no weather. They seemed fine about it, and were just relaxed and relating normally, laughing and joking about regular daily-life stuff, and not even particularly talking about sex, even though all I could think of was how I was depriving them of each other. For a long while, I just sat there saying nothing, while Josh and Brenda happily bantered away. I'm sure they were wondering what was wrong with me.
Finally, there was a lull in the conversation. My mind was still churning, and I couldn't stop myself from asking what was on my mind (and, if I was honest, what had been on my mind ever since I'd known that Brenda and Josh were having sex together), even if it came out sounding awkward. "Brenda," I began, "can I ask you something? It's kinda personal, and you don't have to answer. . ."
"Sure, Amy; what?"
I glanced nervously at Josh. I wasn't sure I wanted him to hear my question, but I decided that I wanted to know the answer more than I wanted to avoid any potential embarrassment.
"What does it feel like to have sex, Brenda?"
For a split-second, both Josh and Brenda were taken aback, but they quickly recovered. Brenda smiled at me warmly, even compassionately, but without a hint of condescension.
"You really want to know?"
"I really do."
Both Brenda and Josh were chuckling; I couldn't tell if my question made her nervous, or if she just thought it was a silly question. For a few seconds, she stared thoughtfully at the ceiling. I was gratified that, even if it was a dumb question, she was at least trying to take me seriously. She turned to look directly at me.
"Amy, it feels incredible. Fantastic. Amazing. Transcendent -- does that sound too pretentious? It feels like I'm being filled up -- like a part of me that's supposed to be there is finally where it belongs. When Josh is inside me, my whole body tingles; every nerve ending is buzzing. Like I've never been more alive. And when I come -- when WE come -- it's just the most incredible release. Like all the tension in my body is just dissolving into space, and Josh and I are almost merging into a single being."
I could feel my breathing getting heavier, just listening to her. Josh was shifting in his seat.
"Does that make any sense?" she asked.
I nodded. "Kinda. I mean, I've never experienced it, so I can't really know. I mean, heck -- I've never even seen a real penis."
Brenda flashed a glance in Josh's direction. "Really?" she asked, with a more earnest tone. "You've never seen a real penis? And you're what -- twenty?"
"Really; I never have. And I'm still a couple months shy of nineteen."
Brenda paused thoughtfully again, then finally spoke. "Well, that's easy enough to fix," she said. "Right, Josh?"
Slowly, Brenda's meaning made its way through to Josh's brain, and he was suddenly shifting in his seat again, looking back and forth between Brenda and me. Then he seemed to relax, and broke into a big grin. "Ummmmm. . . sure!" he said.
"Oh, Brenda," I sputtered, "I didn't mean that. . . you don't have to. . . I was just. . ."
"I know," she said. "But really, you should know what a real penis looks like, and how it works. And Josh, here, just happens to have one handy. And we haven't got anything better to do for the next few hours -- or days -- anyway."
"Oh, Brenda," I groaned. "Are you sure?"
"Hell yeah!" she confirmed. "Although, I suppose you should really be asking Josh."
I looked at Josh. He framed his hands around his groin. "Ready, willing and able!" he said. "Whenever you want."
Now it was my turn to look back and forth, between Brenda and Josh. I hadn't meant for things to go in this direction, but if they both really meant what they were saying, I didn't want to let the opportunity pass, either.
Finally, Brenda spoke. "It really doesn't need to be this complicated," she said, with just a tinge of exasperation. "C'mon, Josh, just show her what it looks like."
With that, Josh smiled and stood up off his chair, fumbling with the button of his jeans. Brenda moved over to help him, and soon his jeans were a blue puddle around his ankles, which he stepped out of, and kicked them aside. I could see the pouch in his briefs, and was already plenty fascinated by that.
"C'mon," Brenda chided impatiently. "Amy wants to see a penis!" Josh tucked his thumbs into the elastic waistband, and, with a glance in my direction, peeled his underwear down his legs. Then he moved closer to me, so I could get a good close look at his male organ.
"What do you think?" Brenda asked.
I didn't speak, at first. I was simply fascinated by what I was seeing. A fleshy hose hung down a few inches from his thatch of pubic hair; it almost looked like a miniature elephant's trunk, with a little knob at the end of it. A pair of fleshy sacks were tucked in behind it. I exhaled heavily. "It's amazing," I said, craning my head around to view it from every angle.
"It's OK to touch it, if you want," Brenda chuckled. "Isn't it, Josh?"
"Ummm. . . sure!" agreed Josh. "Go ahead."
I reached out with my hand and cradled Josh's hose in my open palm, like I was inspecting some interesting artifact. But as soon as I touched it, it jumped and twitched in response. Instinctively, I pulled my hand away, eliciting more laughter from Brenda and Josh.
"Look out!" Josh cried, "It's alive!"
I gave him a mock-disgusted, 'thanks a lot' look.
"Really," he continued, "You don't have to let go. Actually, it feels good -- really good -- when you touch it."
So I reached out again, cradling it in one hand and gently petting it with the other. It continued to respond to my touch; I noticed it seemed to be growing in my hand, getting bigger and stiffer. Before long, it was hard enough to stand straight out from Josh's body, without any help from me. I felt an eager tingling sensation in my girl-parts. Grinning, I turned to Brenda. "Did I make it do that?"
She grinned. "Yes, you did! Aren't you proud of yourself?"
"You don't have to be so careful," she continued. 'Just grab hold of it like you mean it." She reached out and grabbed Josh's shaft firmly, wrapping her fingers around it and squeezing it tightly, stroking up and down on its length. "Now you try it."
I did as Brenda had demonstrated.
"That's nice," Josh encouraged me. "Are you sure you've never done this before?"
"I think I'd remember if I had."
