Chapter 1
I was a freshman in college when this happened, living at home, we lived in a large eastern city. There was Mom and Dad and my sister, Eileen, who was out of college and teaching biology and forensic science at a local high school.
I'd been in college about six months, and maybe it was partly because I lived off-campus, at home, that I didn't seem to get many dates.
At least dates with guys I wanted dates with. There were some jocks and super-nerds and some real jerks so hung up on themselves that they should really be dating a mirror if you know what I mean.
So, my sister said to me one afternoon, "Becky, there's a senior that I taught last year that I could fix you up with, he's drop-dead good-looking."
"Come on, I'm in college now, and you want to fix me up with a high school guy?"
She got up and left the kitchen where we had been talking and came back with last year's high school yearbook and flopped it open and pointed.
"Oh, wow, he is good-looking, that's for sure. Does he have any brains?" I asked skeptically.
"He's a b-student mostly so, yeah, he can hold a conversation and, well, he's got quite a reputation as a lady's-man."
"A lady's-man, god, you talk like Mom."
"Well, how about 'cocksman,' that better?"
"Really, mmm, he is hot-looking. But, a blind date? Oh, that's so 'high-school,' Sis."
"Take another look at his picture. Oh, there's another one of him, um, uh, here, on the swim team. The one with the bulge, see?"
Oh, I could see all right. Wow, he was muscly and taut with a sizable package in his Speedo.
"I see, yes, I see. Hmm, you say you could fix me up with...Kirk, Kirk Halstead? I can't believe I'm asking you to do this. Maybe I'm just that horny," and we both laughed.
"Believe me, girl, I'd fuck him myself but that would be the end of my career. But for you? Well, he's hot, you can see that."
So, Eileen took him a picture of me and he agreed to her idea so she set up a blind date for me with this hot-looking high school senior with the reputation and the big bulge in his Speedo.
"Friday, at seven, he'll come by and pick you up, Becky, now I'm not expecting you two to suddenly announce your engagement but maybe he''ll give you a nice roll in bed. I've heard so much. Good luck."
So, the date rolled around and, well, he was very good-looking, not too big an ass and had me out of my top and bra before the night was over, not that I resisted too much. I was horny, you know.
There's one word which sums up how Kirk looked: beautiful. I mean he could model in Ralph Lauren ads, that handsome. And naked...oh, he was so beautiful and was just hard all the time.
That makes it sound like we were soon fucking. True, were did that on our second date. And our third, fourth, fifth, well, you get the picture. I soon saw why Eileen was so turned-on by him, he was gorgeous and exuded sex.
Was he that good in bed? Well, remember that I didn't have a whole lot to judge by. Like every guy, he got off every time we had sex. I did about a third of the time. That seemed okay until I told Eileen who wanted a full description of one of our sessions and I began to see that Kirk was mostly involved in his own orgasm and didn't spend any really good time getting me hot and ready.
He was also kind of shallow and selfish. His sex tended to be routine and mechanical, again, focused on his orgasm, not mine. If he did give me oral before we had intercourse, it was usually brief and distracted, like he was just doing it because he was supposed to, and then, onto fucking until he shot his cum.
Well, he was beautiful, the sex, only okay.
He mostly used my vagina as something mostly to cum into, after all he didn't seem especially happy with sex. Mostly compelled to have it.
While the sex was okay, I knew that he would never be anything more to me than someone to rid my horniness temporarily.
It became summer, I would be in my sophomore year in college and Kirk would be going to a two-year school, he really didn't have much ambition, and that was really best for him.
I was often sleeping over at his house, dozing off in his gorgeous arms after some average sex. His bedroom was the whole finished basement which had a small den and television where we often watched porn if it wasn't on his computer, a bedroom with a nice, queen-sized bed that had entertained quite a few girls and women in the past, up to twenty, as he recalled. It also had it's own bathroom with a nice, big shower where he seemed to be the most sexually-imaginative, for some reason.
His parents were a bit different. His mother was quite aloof, it almost seemed that she was jealous of any girl or woman he took any interest in. She was quite cool to me.
His father, Hank, was a businessman who owned two car dealerships and while car dealers are not usually thought of as nice, sweet men, his father was just that. I could see that Kirk got some of his looks from his father who, after all, was not an old man, he was thirty-nine. The car dealerships were founded by Kirk's grandfather, Hank's father, who died when Hank was just twenty. He took them over and continued to grow the business which were quite successful.
Hank and his mother also worked at the dealership, he helped out in the service area doing odd jobs while his mother was financing manager at one of the leaderships, the larger of the two.
I wasn't working during the summer, so I often slept in. His father would sometimes bring down a cup of coffee for me to wake up to and we often talked about this or that as I sipped it.
What his father may not have realized was that before Kirk left in the morning he would play around with me getting me all worked up and hot so I was rubbing myself off when his father came down, often still in his pajamas.
