My name is Quinn, and this is the story of my summer of enlightenment. At 19, the world was my oyster, ready to be shucked, but at 19, I didn't quite see it that way. I had never had sex, been with a girl or even kissed beyond a peck on the cheek, and that played on my mind constantly. I was more than ready, very interested, and book sex just didn't cut the mustard.
I came home from first year away at college this way. I was a super nerd and socially backward. I didn't understand why this was, because I was tall, lean, athletic and good looking. I guess I was looking for something or someone that just wasn't easy to find.
I had a summer job lined up in the office of a school friend's father. At a Christmas party she had said, "Write to my Dad. He is looking for summer students." And so there I was.
Walking along the sidewalk in front of the office was when I first saw Michelle. I didn't know her name yet, but my first glimpse of her made my heart skip a few beats, and my breath to come fast. She was beautiful. Medium height, dark lazy hair, darker eyes and a slim figure to die for. Her lips were full, and luscious, with a decidedly teasing smile lurking just below the surface. How was I going to talk to her without totally screwing things up?
Well, as it happened, I didn't get a chance to talk to her then. She entered just ahead of me, and the boss took control of introductions and assignments of tasks for the day. It was going to be busy, with not a lot of downtime for socializing. Added to that, there were several other young women there that looked interesting, to say the least.
Over the next few weeks, I would learn that Michelle had worked at the office the previous year, then gone back to school. She knew the others socially, although as I would find out, not well. One of the girls eyeing me was married, and the other engaged. So much for a full field. I almost resigned myself to the possibility of a lonely summer.
I flirted tentatively with all three of my coworkers at first, gaining confidence slowly. Michelle always played it cool, responding with her shy but slyish smile. She was from a conservative family, and academic excellence was de rigueur. She was smart, sharp, and going places. Also, I gathered from snippets of unguarded lunchtime conversation from her female coworkers, a virgin, and a man-hater. I wasn't sure of the first diagnosis, but I knew they were dead wrong about the second. She had dropped a few hints that I might get somewhere with her if only I could screw up the courage to act on it.
Anyway, one day while doing some mundane task beside her, I whispered quietly in her ear, "Would you like to see a movie some evening soon?"
Much to my surprise she turned and said, "I thought you would never ask! What about tonight?"
I headed home that evening, full of anticipation and trepidation. I had rarely gone out with a girl, and Michelle seemed more than the girls I had seen. What would she expect? What did I expect!! I was about to find out.
I met her at the subway stop just down from the movie theatre. She wore a pair of snug jeans, which accentuated her gorgeous curves, and a nondescript top, almost as if to hide what lay beneath. She gave me a polite peck on the cheek when we met. So much for hot and heavy!
Sitting together in the movie theatre, I couldn't concentrate on the movie. She seemed rapt. As the plot thickened, I felt her pushing against me in the seats. She radiated this warm glow, enveloping me in a feeling of lustful caring. I felt her hand touch, the rest on my thigh. Carefully, I pulled my arm up, a put it gently around her shoulders. This elicited a very encouraging response, of more pressure against me, and more pressure from the hand on my thigh. We sat like this for ages, it seemed. As the heroine in the movie anticipated her imminent rescue, Michelle turned to me and kissed me, not with the polite peck, but directly on the lips gently biting me immediately after. I responded in kind kissing her lips, nibbling back in return.
Most people underestimate the erotic potential of making out. I was about to understand just how powerful it could really be. As we made out, lips exploring lips, I thought there had never been such an experience of total body enrapturement with such a small act. My heart pounded, and my groin was doing things it had never done before. There was this pressure and urgency that was new and exciting, and totally overwhelming. And if I thought that lips on lips was just about as erotic as anything I had ever experienced, she then flicked her tongue between my lips, and as I gasped, she slipped it onto my tongue, I thought my heart would explode, and my cock would bust out of my pants. This was something I had only ever read about, but I was a very fast learner and was totally committed even before I really knew what was transpiring.
We then proceeded to basically eat each other's faces. I tell you it was the most exciting and wonderful experiences of my short life. I explored her stomach, through her shirt with my hand, and just when my fingers were exploring a gap between her blouse as her jeans, the movie came to an untimely end. (Was the heroine rescued? I'll never know, having missed it all.) We stood, embarrassed by the lights, and slowly made our way to the exit. In the passageway, I gently bumped against her, and she pushed back, taking my hand in hers.
I waked her home. It was only 5 miles. We talked nonstop for the whole 3 hours. She was staying with her aunt, so at the door, she gave me more than a sisterly kiss and told me she couldn't wait until we could do this again.
Michelle lived with her elderly aunt, and she was rarely out. I lived my parents and Mom was never out. Anyway, to have a friend up to my room was Verboten. I had learned that from an older brother. It was going to be an interesting summer after all!
All the way home, my groin ached in a way it never had before. I was almost painful how sensitive my balls were. I had to walk very carefully.
Next day at work, she looked at me differently than previously. There was a glow in her eyes I hadn't seen before. I have to admit that I looked at her in a totally new light also. She subtly motioned me over and in a Soto voice, whispered that no one should know. Office gossip could be fatal, and we couldn't have that. I should flirt shamelessly as before. I had no problem with that, but I could hardly wait until our next rendezvous.
Working all day in close proximity, smelling her aroma, watching her move, was almost too much to bear.
But the day did pass, and the next and then the next. The closest I had been was walking her to the bus. No chance of a passionate kiss, it was in public and we didn't want to risk being seen by a coworker. Friday finally came, and I managed to slip her a note that maybe a movie could be in the offing. Shortly after, she gave me a subtle nod, and we were on.
We had several dates over the next few weeks. Movies, walks, and even a few museums. It was important for me to know how Michelle ticked. Most dates ended up with some major making out, but with no place for privacy, we didn't progress very quickly.
There was one evening, however that stood out. We had been sitting in the park near her place just at dusk. Everyone else had left, and as we were kissing, she let my hand wander down to her waist. Her jeans were looser than usual, and my fingers found themselves on her bare tummy, just at the upper edge of her special triangle. I pushed down more, feeling her bush and then her indentation, and she moaned slightly, spreading her legs to give me better access. I could now feel her lips and the flood of moisture on my finger. I moved gently and she pressed against me.
Deeper I went, and she was so wet I could slip three fingers along her lips, the middle finger slowly separating her inner lips, and coming up against her clit and her hood. An opportunity to explore should never be turned down, and I made the most of it. I knew my anatomy from books, but this was the real thing! I rubbed gently, in circles and in figure eights, her juices making the sliding exquisite.
She moaned and pushed against my hand.
"Don't stop," she said.
And we continued with our necking and my exploring of her nether parts. She moaned and squeezed my fingers with her thighs, opening again to give me headway. My erection pushed into her side and I was embarrassed by its obviousness. Michelle was not, and rubbed her hand hard over my jeans and I throbbed beyond belief. Michelle unzipped my fly and reached in to continue her stroking, now with her hand inside my Johnnies. I swooned, unable to help myself. It was the first time I had ever felt female hands on my member. As she explored deeper and cupped my balls with her fingers, I felt the first contraction deep at the base of my cock.
Suddenly we heard a dog bark, and voices. We retreated, embarrassed by our haste, and the aborted climax, but Michelle just turned and wrapped her arms around my neck, and continued to kiss me. She licked a bit of wetness off her finger, smiling at me. A little must have leaked out because I certainly had not completed my journey.
"Mmmm. Tasty. Do you have any more of that stuff?" She asked.
I knew then that I was really in over my head.
