To begin at the beginning, one must drift back to the fall of 1954 and a small college in Vermont. A college attended by two students in particular, Jason, a young man in his last year of a Physics degree, and Katherine, a young girl in her first year of a degree in Romance Languages.
Kat was not "one of those" type of girls. She was a shy girl from Salt Lake City. She had very little experience of the world outside the church she grew up in. Although she alone of her nine female siblings had chaffed at the male-centric teachings of the Mormon Church, it had kept her protected as she grew and still a virgin at the age of nineteen. She had mentally rebelled at the life her father had planned for her, a life of finding the right Mormon boy and getting married. A life of pumping out child after child (boys preferably) until she was as old and worn out as her mother. After her formal investment in the temple she found that she had no special feeling for the church and the wearing of the garments under her secular clothes became a chore rather than the comforting link to the church that they were supposed to be.
She had little practical knowledge of sex growing up in the hotbed of LDS religious fervour and had had only one remotely sexual experience. It had been shortly after her eighteenth birthday with Derek, her boyfriend of three years.
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Derek had picked her up in his older brother's car, which he had borrowed for the evening. The two of them had gone to see a picture; Kat's parents had been told that they would be seeing the newest "family" film, "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea." In reality they were heading downtown and seeing "From Here To Eternity", a film that the church elders had tried unsuccessfully to prevent from showing in Salt Lake City. The thrill of doing something "naughty" and the movie's theme of illicit sex in the mundane day-to-day life of soldiers on the eve of war resonated with her. On the drive home, Derek and Kat detoured to the local lover's lane and parked the car. They had been here before, to indulge in little more than chaste necking. But this night would be different – she felt different.
The car was an older pre-war model with bench type seats, and no sooner was the parking brake set, than Derek had slid over and planted his lips on hers. His tongue slipped between her lips, and she felt a tingle begin between her legs. Within moments, his hands were all over her chest and the pressure against her breasts was exciting her even more. When one of his hands slipped up under her sweater she didn't object and soon he was caressing her garment and bra-covered mounds.
His tongue fought a stimulating battle with hers inside her mouth, as the tingle in her crotch intensified to an itch. She desperately shifted herself on the seat trying to ease that itch. Nothing she did had any effect. In her distracted state Derek had taken the opportunity to unbutton her sweater and pull it off her arms. She shivered a bit in the night chill but was instantly warmed by Derek's hands kneading her breasts. Other nights she had stopped him at this point, but tonight she felt like taking it further. How much further she still wasn't sure.
She could feel her nipples stiffening as Derek's efforts rubbed them against her garment and part of her mind rebelled at the thought of what they were doing!
What if somebody saw them?
Another part of her mind held visions of Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr making love in the surf. The itch between her legs was joined by a slippery heat.
Thoughts and feelings rushed about in her head. It was all happening so fast! She couldn't remember what she was doing... who she was... She hadn't noticed when Derek had unfastened his belt and undone his fly. Her thoughts were still awhirl when her bra clasp finally snapped open to Derek's efforts and her breasts sprung free of their restraint. He quickly pushed up her garment and exposed her breasts to his gaze. This was further than they had ever dared to go before! The chill in the winter air teased her nipples to new heights of stiffness and the heat of Derek's hands on her exposed flesh was heavenly.
His hands cupped her breasts and he teased her erect nipples with his thumbs. His rough handling of her breasts excited her more than ever. She felt undone... her will was gone... Her thoughts began and ended with the need to release the heat that was building up inside her. Instinctively she reached down with her hand to rub her "button" as she had done many times before alone at night in her bed, but Derek intercepted her hand and pulled it over to rest on his tented boxers. She grabbed hold of the stiff form barely contained by the thin fabric of his shorts.
He wasn't wearing his garments,
she realized.
He must have planned this ahead of time
. Kat was shocked that she didn't care. She wanted what was happening to continue.
Her heart pounded madly in her chest as she realized that she held his manhood in her hand. She ran her hand up and down the hard form trying to gauge the extent of it. Her actions met with Derek's approval as he broke their kiss and his hot breath moaned against her throat. Her breath and his were coming fast and deep. His hand slipped off her breast and slid around her to ease her slowly down on her back with her head resting on the door's armrest.
He sat back and pulled her skirt up to her waist. In the dim moonlight aided by the glow from the dashboard, she could see her naked breasts flattened by gravity with her aching nipples atop them, stiff and pointed. Her long skirt was bunched up about her waist and her underwear and garment covered mound was just inches from Derek's rock hard erection. She slid her hand up and down on Derek's cloth covered stiffness and he moaned again, deep in his throat.
He fumbled about at her waist trying to remove her underwear, but Kat's efforts on his hardness were hampering his concentration. She took her other hand and pressed it to the top of her mound and rubbed her panties in concert with the hand on his prick. She could feel wetness oozing out from inside her and running down the crack of her bum. As the pressure inside her built from the rubbing of her button, her stroking of Derek's prick picked up speed. Once again he tried in vain to pull off Kat's panties and garment.
Their breath was coming in gasps as he threw himself on top of her. Her hands were pushed out of the way as he ground his crotch hard against hers. The head of his hardness bumped once against the frustrating barrier of their underclothes and then slid up her crotch. She slid her hands around behind him and under the waistband of his boxers. Her hands caressed the smooth flesh of him as she cupped the cheeks of his butt and pulled his crotch hard against hers.
His erection pressed and slid back and forth along her sex focusing all her pleasure at the one point. The exquisite pressure/pleasure was so intense... it was so... very very good. His head dipped and his lips sought out her heaving breast to suck one of her nipples into his mouth...
Ohhhhhh!
She exploded! Her pelvis bucked hard against him. Intense heat spread throughout her body. Her legs involuntarily wrapped around his and pulled him even harder against that one small point where her ecstasy was concentrated, where his stiff manhood rubbed against her clitoris.
Her orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave. She moaned and humped against him. Her nipple popped from his mouth as he grunted out his own orgasm, his erection jerking and throbbing against her as his seed spewed out to mix with her own fluids and soak both their crotches.
They lay exhausted for a few minutes and then reality clicked in and Kat pulled out from under him and covered herself with her hands. She knew that what she had done would be considered a sin by the church, and even though she had long since made up her mind that the church wasn't always right, she still felt sinful about it. They cleaned themselves up as best they could without looking at each other. Kat was so ashamed of her actions that evening and swore never to let herself go like that again.
However, it wasn't long before she was using memories of that evening to fuel her masturbatory fantasies, and in those fantasies she would do more and experience more than she would have ever dared, in real life.
* * *
Things had never been the same between her and Derek after that incident. The boys in high school started smiling "know-it-all" smiles whenever she was around and Kat knew that Derek had told his friends what had happened. She decided that she would prefer to attend college out-of-state. It had been a hard sell, but she had managed to get her father to agree to finance her college in Vermont as opposed to BYU. Once she got here and settled in, she even pledged to the Vermont chapter of the sorority that her older sister had joined during her years at Brigham Young. After weeks of hazing she was one of the four pledges to undergo the final ritual. They were told that when they completed the ritual they would be assigned rooms and roommates.
