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I hardly knew her. We hadn't spent more than a few hours together in our whole lives. And yet three times she gave me a gift you can only give one person in your whole life.
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Her Chastity
I noticed the disruption in the pattern as soon as I entered the room. There was a knot of men clustered around one woman. Enough of them, in fact, to obscure who she was. Usually at these things the ratio was, believe it or not, the opposite. Even with two different groups performing, there were still ten times as many women to men in the room. It was an unspoken rule -- as well as just plain smart -- not to compete head to head, but rather to fan out among the herd and divide and conquer.
I had the same game plan as always. Circle the room once, quickly. Thirty seconds tops. Select a gazelle to cull from the herd. Head to the punch bowl for a cup. Pray that it's spiked. Commence my hunt of said gazelle. Unlike on the Serengeti, I selected not the weak, old or infirm. No, I selected the prime stock, the sleek and swift, best in herd.
My theater background had translated into a spot on the University's a cappella choir. It seems kind of dorky to me now, but at the time it felt like performing, plus it had other benefits as well. I like coffee and I like tea, and I liked going to all the women's colleges in a four state area (and there were more then) and performing in front of the man-starved coeds.
It was the first time I consciously made the connection that performing can make a woman's panties wet. After each show the groups performing that night would gather at a "reception" in the dorm occupied by two hundred and fifty of our seemingly most avid fans. We made the freshmen man the merchandise table while the rest of us fanned out among the crowd like sharks set loose in a pack of seals. If sharks could sip punch and make witty banter.
Best of all, the group was run as a club, which meant that I could be part of it even though I had graduated and was studying for my Masters at the same University. The graduate school did not have the same kind of "social life" as the undergrads and I was grateful for the opportunity to partake in the collegiate scene and concomitant pussy.
I decided to walk by and see what all the commotion across the room was about. If it could pull away an entire pack of pussy-hounds from their prey, it had to be interesting. I was determined not to stop. I knew that it was creating opportunities for me elsewhere. I would just cruise by and see what was causing the crowd to form.
I recognized her immediately. It was Janine. A lot had changed from that young girl to this young woman. In many ways this was a whole new woman. No longer awkward and developing, she was now assured and graceful, feline even. Filled out. Sleek. So at home in her body that she practically glowed. Glossy hair, perfect teeth, skin like butter.
It was four years since I had last seen Janine. She was the younger sister of a friend of my younger sister. I had seen her around, but didn't know her when I bumped into her at a party when home from college. While exploring the basement of the church Rectory where the party was happening, we had stumbled across a blow job contest. Janine was fascinated by the sight of her cock sucking classmates and I took the opportunity to introduce her to the oral arts in the basement sewing room. She blew me twice in the span of about ten minutes. I made sure the introduction was a memorable one, and I still remember the intense look in her eyes as I drained my balls down her throat the second time. Despite having the good fortune to be in that position a few times in the intervening years, I had never seen a look that intense on the face of a girl with a cock in her mouth.
Facing the throng of eager admirers, Janine was in her element. She wasn't performing, but she also wasn't uncomfortable surrounded by the braying hounds. I watched her parry the attentions of the gathered pack for a while, more and more dazzled with every flash of her brilliant smile. I wondered if she would recognize me. Then I saw it. Her eyes scanned quickly over the crowed and passed over my location. She didn't miss a beat. I saw just a blink. A dainty bat of the lashes. But within seconds, her gaze swept back across my part of the room. This time our eyes met, for the briefest of moments. It was enough. She looked away but I knew. She had connected me with that night four years ago.
I shouldered my way through the throng. Upon reaching the front, I ignored the disgruntled posers to my left and right and fixed Janine with a naked gaze. This time she couldn't look away. Her expression changed and then something happened. She was still smiling, but her eyes looked different. I can't explain it, but there was a sudden physical connection, literally an attraction that was so strong I couldn't tear my eyes from her.
"Jed? Is that you?"
"Hi Janine."
"Oh my god! Hello!" She was restrained and polite, but obviously excited.
I pressed close and leaned in to kiss her cheek, as if we were sophisticated friends meeting after an evening of erudite entertainment. This despite the fact that the last time I had seen her, she had had my cock down her throat. She leaned forward to reciprocate. I put my hand on her shoulder and prepared to brush her cheek with mine. With a flash of her shimmering curtain of hair I was suddenly conscious of being enveloped in her aura. She had tiny, delicate ears, like the freshest sashimi. She had an incredible neck. A ripple of disappointment shook through the crowd as we embraced. It was a silent ripple, but I could feel it like energy receding from the room. I was hungry.
Although many of the onlookers and pretenders took the opportunity to seek greener pastures, a few of the self-styled 'stronger' competitors remained.
I decided to end the contest.
"Janine, is there somewhere I could get a glass of water? There's only wine and punch at the bar."
"Of course. Let me show you to the kitchen." She dismissed the remaining suitors with a smile and a wave, and then nodded to me. "This way."
The kitchen was bustling as well, and after pouring ice and water into a glass for each of us, we stood outside in the relatively quiet hallway and watched the couples streaming back and forth from the kitchen to the great hall.
"Is there somewhere quieter we can talk?" I inquired politely.
She flushed but said "Yes, that's a great idea." She looked around for a moment and then led me down the hallway and through a door tucked in a corner. Judging from the stacks of outerwear everywhere, I assumed it was some sort of coatroom.
It was suddenly very quiet. Not even the murmur of the crowd could penetrate the wall of coats.
She turned to me and said, "So, how have you been? Cathy told me you had graduated ... I'm glad to see you though."
She was obviously nervous.
"Yes I graduated, but I'm getting my Masters now, so I get to continue with the group."
"You guys were great!" she responded quickly. I watched her nostrils flare as she continued the nervous prattle. "I really liked the part whe--"
I put her out of her misery and bent down and kissed her, and instantly her tongue was in my mouth and groping for my tonsils. She kissed me hungrily, and soon our tongues were entwined like a pair of mating minks. She put her arm around my neck and pulled my face against hers as if she was trying to swallow me whole. I placed my hands on the slick curve of her hips and wasted no time sliding my hands over the smooth fabric to her cup her spectacular breasts and butt.
I mauled her butt cheeks and tits, verifying first-hand how she had matured into a prime piece of ass. I crushed her against me, letting her feel my encircling arms, but also the strength of my excitement. I started to reach under her shirt to remove her bra, when suddenly she pushed me away.
"You know," she said breathlessly, "I think about that night all the time."
"You do?" I replied, dumbfounded, before recovering. "Yeah, me too. That was something special."
We started to kiss furiously again, before I suddenly realized what she was saying.
"You want to try it again?"
She looked at me with those big doe eyes. Her eyes said yes, but she couldn't bring herself to say the words.
"Um, not here though." She nodded shyly.
I remembered how exciting it had been having her suck me in the sewing room with the crowd of people just outside. Particularly the second time, when I had skull fucked her while we could hear her sister calling her name because their mom had arrived to pick them up from the party. I looked around at the coatroom and thought that perhaps it would do just fine. I held my ground as Janine eyed the door.
"I think we'd be more comfortable upstairs," she said, sensing my reluctance. I scanned the swelling crest of her blouse as well as the silky hint of thigh which peeked out from under her pleated skirt and thought that it might be better to take time to enjoy my prize.
"Lead the way," I agreed, graciously.
We snuck off there furtively. Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of our underclassmen, a sophomore alto, being towed by a nubile young woman in a cocktail dress, slipping through the doorway to a side hall. Janine pulled me through a doorway and into a twisting hallway. Luckily her room was in the same house.
Janine took my hand as well, and together we sped through the maze of halls and stairways until we reached her room. We slipped inside and Janine locked the door behind us. She turned on a single bulb on a gooseneck floor lamp.
