Well, the date was a flop. Nothing had gone right. I didn't even get a goodnight kiss, just a little peck on the cheek. Thinking back on it, it's probably just as well since I didn't know much about kissing. In fact, I didn't know much about anything except science and math. I had been counting on Naomi to lead me down the path, but she seemed just as mystified as I was. Naomi was a good friend and had been for the last six years. We were classmates and study buddies. We were due to graduate high school in two weeks. I had thought this would be the perfect time to get to know each other a lot better.
Naomi was in all my classes. I was a math/science major and took college level classes. She did too, which was unusual for a girl in North Dakota. We had both been accepted at Cal Poly in San Luis Obispo, California because of our outstanding academic achievements.
Naomi was pretty. Not cheerleader or movie star pretty, but pretty nonetheless. She had nice feminine curves. Not the kind that you see in Playboy, but nice, nonetheless. She was smart and friendly and I liked her a lot. She had straight brown hair, grey eyes and she stood five foot three. I wanted to get to know her as a girlfriend, but I didn't have much of a clue as to how to get started.
Since my family owned a farm where I worked every day after school and since I had been studying hard at classes that were mostly devoid of females, I never got to know any of them except Naomi.
I called her the day after the flop expecting to be ridiculed and turned down.
"Hi Naomi," I mumbled.
"Jeff? I'm so happy you called. I was just about to call you," she answered.
"After last night, I didn't think you would want to talk to me again."
"Don't be silly! I had a great time. Would you like to take me out again this weekend?"
"Of course! That's what I was calling about," I lied. "Let's go to another movie."
"Okay, but this time, let's sit in the back row."
My heart did a triple gainer. I knew this was a good sign. Living on a farm, I knew all about sex as it pertained to animals, but I didn't know a thing about people. I had heard that it was a lot better than jacking off, but nobody bothered to tell me how it was different. I was totally ignorant.
Friday evening, I went to Naomi's house to make plans for the weekend. I had only been on that one date. Here I was, eighteen years old with no idea about the opposite sex.
"So Naomi, where do we want to start this weekend?" I asked as we settled onto her sofa.
"I thought we might go to dinner and then a movie. We could just let the evening flow along from there."
She looked so damned beautiful sitting there with her legs folded up. I knew that I had to press the action a little.
"Where are your parents?" I inquired.
"Oh, they went into town."
"Aren't they worried about you?"
"No, I asked them about that and they said that since I'm eighteen now and since they trust you, they wouldn't worry."
She unfolded her legs and scooted over next to me. I put my arm around her shoulders and looked down at her. Did I mention that I'm six foot four? She kind of snuggled up to me. Then she looked up at me and drew my head down to her lips. They were soft and warm and I didn't want to ever stop. Finally she broke the kiss and sat back looking at me.
"I thought you had some experience at this," she said. "I was counting on you to teach me."
I owned up. "I don't have any experience with any girls except you. I was kind of counting on you to teach me."
She giggled and said, "Aren't we the pair? Neither one of us knows what we're doing."
"Why don't we compare notes on what we do know? Maybe we'll learn enough to get started," I suggested.
"Okay, what do you know about girls?"
"Nothing, really. I have always considered girls to be sort of ethereal and mysterious. They move a lot more smoothly than men do. I can't believe that they go to the bathroom. They're not as strong as men. They are smart. I guess that's about it."
"No, I mean what do you know about them sexually?"
I turned beet red. "I've never thought about them sexually. I don't know anything except what I've learned in school about body parts and cyclic functions."
"No, no! You still don't get it. What about they way they feel and the emotions that boys generate in them?"
"I haven't given that much thought. I know I really liked it when you kissed me. It made me warm. I want to do it again."
"So do I. Let's do it again and then I'll tell you all I know about boys."
I rolled toward her and wrapped both my arms around her. Once again our lips met. I could feel her licking my lips. It felt good, so I licked her lips. Our tongues met. She sucked mine into her mouth and rubbed it with hers. God! What a sensation! I was holding her so tight I thought I might break her. I broke the kiss and sat there huffing and puffing.
"What happened?" I whispered.
"One of my girlfriends told how to do that. It's the first time I tried it. Do you want to do it again?"
"Hell, yes!"
This time I had my arms around her and I pulled her over on top of me. She felt so good there in my arms with our tongues lashing each other. I felt my cock start to rise. She was rubbing against it. I closed my eyes and squeezed her.
"Jeff, you're squashing me," she gasped.
"I'm sorry; I guess I just got carried away."
"That's okay. It felt really nice until you squished me. I guess that's something we'll have to learn too."
She rolled over onto the sofa. "Okay, I'll tell you what I know about boys. Remember that until you kissed me, no one had ever kissed me before. All I know is what my girlfriends tell me. I know that boys will do almost anything to get your panties off. Mama told me not to let 'em. I know they'll try to feel me up. Most of them will tell big lies to get what they want. Mama told me when I find the right one, I'll know and then I can give it up."
I pondered her statements. "Well, I've heard that we're supposed to feel you girls up, but I don't know what parts to feel. It all looks good to me. I know the part about getting your panties off and I know that what follows is supposed to feel really good, but I'm not sure how to go about it. I've had urges to feel you, but I'm basically chicken. I figured you might slap the shit out of me."
She smiled shyly at me. "I've been waiting for you to feel me up. I'm not going to slap you. You are a good honest man. I know you're not here just to get into my panties."