ONE
I'd been eying him for a few weeks, now, John Henderson. He was some kind of athlete and had a great body, especially his well muscled back and cute bottom, but what I liked best was the way he said my name. We met at a Phi Delt party that Sue dragged me to, one of those out of control keggers that we usually avoid but she was sweet on this hunky Phi Delt who turned out to be a jerk and a pervert, but that's another story.
John had been in a quiet corner talking to another guy about a race or something and I'd been pushed against him when some guy who'd had way too many trips to the keg tried to dance my way. John was very sweet and helped me up, and brushed me off gently as there was sand all over me. You see, they'd had this beach theme party the week before and had carted in loads of sand to pour all over their basement floor. It was gross. Anyway, I said I wanted to leave and he offered to walk me back to my dorm, as I hoped he would. We ended up going over to the Grill for a shake instead and it was such a great conversation. "Jamie," he'd said so seriously, "There's more to you than meets the eye."
Asking around I found out that he was into the Christian group on campus and that made me uncertain about how to play it. I knew I wanted to get to know him but, if truth be told, I was also very horny. Listening to Sue's constant series of escapades was hard especially since I was a bit unsure of myself around guys, mostly, and I ended up masturbating a lot. So I went out with John a few times, to the tune of a good night peck once and awhile and I began to realize I'd have to take charge if I wanted to ratchet things up a notch.
Sue was behind the seduction idea big time. She even gave me the ruse I needed – just wear a robe and ask for a massage or something, she said. He'll have to unwrap you at some point and then, girl, your "natural charms" should to the trick. Sue has small breasts, very pretty, but very small, and she is always commenting about my own D cups. Personally I find hers, with their long nipples, to be sexier than these big bags, but I know she and most of the world's men would disagree.
So anyway, I called John last night to come over to my place to talk about rock climbing. Why climbing? Well the guy is mad about it and has been trying to get me to go, but I'm a little squeamish and told him I'd like to try out a climbing wall first. Well, when I called him, I told him I'd been to Jelly's Rock Gym and had a spill and he needed to come over and A) Explain to me why rock climbing was such a good idea again and B) figure out some way to soothe my bruises. I'm shameless. Anyway, he did come over ...
TWO
It's right here, she whimpered, gingerly touching her ribs and looking at him out of the corner of her eye. John sighed. Do you have any skin lotion? She raised an eyebrow quizzically. I could massage out the bruise, he explained; I have some experience of that from cross-country. Jamie flushed and went quickly to the closet, drawing forth a tube of skin creme.
Will this work? Just fine, John said, now lie back on the bed and relax. He took the tube of creme from her and knelt by her side. Jamie was even more flushed now and breathing hard – you have to relax John repeated – otherwise the massage will just tighten you up. Jamie let out a long sigh and lay still as John undid a few buttons of her nightdress, just below the large mounds of her breasts. Wait, she gasped suddenly, and grabbed his hand – what is it? – just make sure its warm first! She giggled becomingly. John squirted a healthy glob of the creme on his hand and then rubbed it vigorously between his palms. Jamie had lain back across the bed, her eyes closed, waiting. Gently John slid a palm under Jamie's nightdress and across her ribs, gratified to hear the girl gasp – too cold? No, it just right she breathed – the bruises are a little higher. John slid his other palm up the smooth chest – yes he said there seems to be some swelling.
Their eyes met and Jamie lost the pretence and grabbed his arm, pulling his hands up her ripe, heaving breasts, pleading with her eyes wide open now – do it! she hissed, I've wanted you to for so long and John gave in, letting his fingers luxuriate with those amazingly soft silky globes, gently pinching the hardening nipples that he found rising to meet his touch. Oh god! Jamie breathed, and instantly shuddered as her excitement and his touch brought her to the first of a series of small quaking orgasms.
John kept one hand on a beautiful breast and with the other undid the rest of the buttons of the nightdress. Jamie's hands meanwhile, clutched her own breasts, one of them holding John's fingers in place over her throbbing nipple. She wore a simple pair of white panties speckled with tiny flowers. He glanced up at her closed eyes; her face radiated passion. Let me look at you, he said. Her eyes opened and she released his hand, cupping her breasts as he stood up, hovering over her.
No bruises. No. She giggled. Do you mind? Not at all, he said, it's a charming way to be seduced. He gently traced one finger between the globes of her breasts and down her tummy, hooking it in the elastic of those cute panties. He paused. Please, she whispered, I'm so hot, and she raised her hips from the bed. He tried to whip them off with a flourish but he got stuck somewhere around her knees and she laughed awkwardly and wriggled to help him till he was struck suddenly by the absurdity of it all and collapsed laughing, too, on top of her.
Soon he inhaled a nipple and laughter gave way to passion, his hand slipping past her downy mound to find her, indeed, hot and wet with need, her lips slippery. Wild moans escaped her now and her own hand fumbled for his penis, still hidden in his clothing but achingly hard at the amazing slippery wetness of her. Eagerly their hands explored each other and it was his turn to wiggle his hips as she drew him from his sweatpants, panting – I've never seen one before! This gave him pause but he felt the ripple of an orgasm clutch around his probing finger and was lost now himself, rolling over her eagerly as she parted he legs and settled to catch his first excited thrust. A long groan from each of them as he slid home and he thought, she's so tight, but that was all as the world become a rhythm of sensation, soft and smooth and full of gentle, eager sounds.
When it was over he pushed himself up on his elbows over her. Her eyes were still closed, he cheeks still flushed and she was beautiful. But the question. Your first time? No. My boyfriend in high school was shy and we did it in the dark with most of our clothes on. You're mostly naked now. And loving it, she breathed sleepily, and he felt he tighten somewhere deep within, gently squeezing his fading but still firm member.
THREE
We were still lying together when Jamie's roommate came through that door and woke us up. Oh, she said, I'm sorry and turned to leave as I was still trying to figure out where I was. But Jamie was instantly awake and rolled me off of her impatiently. Wait, Sue, she said, I want you to meet him! John put your pants on! She slipped out from under me and strode, her robe still hanging open, to the door and grabbed Sue's shoulder.
