My high school girlfriend was an absolute doll – about 5'4" tall, pleasingly round, with short blonde hair, big brown eyes, a gorgeous butt and a firm pair of tits that I’d say were probably a size C. Faith was, like me, raised in a very religious home in our small Texas town and had vowed to “save herself for marriage”. Still, it was wonderful to kiss and hold her, and we enjoyed each other’s company. I was a year ahead of her in school, and I went out of state to college. We’d write each other every day, and get in a phone call now and then in those days before long distance was an everyday thing.
During my freshman year I didn’t get involved with any of the girls I met, though I did make some close friends, including a sophomore girl named Hope. She was a drama major and since I always enjoyed working backstage on the High School plays, I met her during rehearsals for the college production of “Fiddler On The Roof” and really enjoyed her wit and humor. Hope was very pretty, too, in a way that was very opposite from Faith. Hope was 5'9", very slender, with small boobs and long dark brown hair that hung clear to her ass. She had the palest complexion of anyone I’d ever met. Many times while talking to her, the twinkle in her blue eyes was enough to make me think to myself, “If I didn’t have a girlfriend back home, I’d ask her out” but I never reconsidered my relationship with Faith. I loved her and couldn’t wait for her to come to school here so we could be together.
In the spring, Hope was initiated into the national drama society, and part of that initiation was to be dressed up in costume and recite, to anyone who asked them to, a selection of Shakespeare that the local chapter members had picked out for her. Several others were going through the initiation at the same time, so the snack bar in the student union was full of people in costumes, spouting verse. One guy had to stand on a chair to give his speech from “Much Ado About Nothing”, another had to pace around doing a Hamlet soliloquy. Late in the afternoon I saw Hope in the union and innocently asked her to recite her piece. She blushed bright red, then wrapped her arms around my neck and began.
“Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here
Within the circuit of this ivory pale,
I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer;
Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale:
Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
Within this limit is relief enough,
Sweet bottom-grass and high delightful plain,
Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough,
To shelter thee from tempest and from rain
Then be my deer, since I am such a park;
No dog shall rouse thee, though a thousand bark.'
This bawdy selection from “Venus and Adonis” took me completely by surprise, because Hope was normally pretty reserved. Her red face told me that she was completely embarrassed by the whole thing, but she was a good sport about it. After that, for some silly reason, I would yell “Passion! Lust!” at her when I spotted her on campus. Hope, having gotten over the embarrassment of the initiation, began to yell “Lust! Passion” back at me. People would stare at us and we’d laugh and go our separate ways. I don’t think either of us meant anything by it. At least I didn’t. I still intended to be true to Faith.
Faith came to visit the campus for a weekend as a prospective student shortly after spring break. My roommate, thinking it a good time to leave town, decided to go see his parents. John also decided to give me a pack of condoms before he left. I laughed, but I thought the chance of using them was less than the chance of me graduating Summa cum Laude. Faith didn’t get a very good tour of the campus. We spent most of the time together. I really had missed her and I couldn’t get enough of her kisses. Apparently Faith felt the same way, because she allowed my hands to roam more than they ever had before. Normally whenever I’d reach to caress her breasts or even touch her ass, Faith would gently redirect my hand to a “safe” part of her body. That Saturday night, however, Faith didn’t stop me at all as I squeezed her plump ass-cheeks, so I thought I’d try my luck on the other forbidden zones. I could barely contain my excitement as my hand reached her chest. Even feeling those luscious mounds through a blouse and bra was uncharted territory for me, and Faith was the only girl I’d even gone this far with, so it’s a wonder I didn’t cream my pants right there.
I could sense that Faith was open to letting me do more, so I began to try and take things further. Fumbling every step of the way, I began to undo the buttons of her blouse. She didn’t object at all! She just kept kissing me. Once I had the buttons undone all the way down to her waistband, she stopped kissing me just long enough to pull the shirttails out and shrug the blouse off her shoulders, then she lay back on my dorm bed and pulled me on top of her in the missionary position. We kissed continuously as we lay there, crotch to crotch, and soon Faith wrapped her thighs around me. I reached under her and cupped her ass with both hands.
Faith’s hands weren’t idle. She gently stroked my back as we kissed and dry-humped on the bed. After a while I was concerned that I might be crushing her so I rolled us over. Faith straddled me and I began trying to undo her bra. My inexperience showed. I was totally baffled by the hooks on the back, but she took pity on me after a while and reached behind herself to undo them for me. I couldn’t believe it! Faith was actually letting me see her naked breasts. I was very tentative as I reached to touch them, but her sighs of pleasure soon reassured me.
I couldn’t believe what happened next (actually I had trouble believing any of this was happening at the time). Faith grasped the back of my head with both hands and guided my face to her tits. I really didn’t know what to do, but I guess my instincts took over at that point and I began to suck on them like a baby would. Faith really enjoyed this and started grinding her pussy against my throbbing hard-on.
Next, and I’m sure this was all instinct because I had already passed the limit of my experience with women nearly 20 minutes earlier, I rolled her onto her back again. Rather than mounting her as I had before, I lay beside her. Propping myself on an elbow, I continued to suck on her puffy nipples. My free hand continued to explore her naked flesh, sometimes playing with the tit I wasn’t suckling, other times roaming down her torso. Thinking I’d just see how far Faith was willing to go this time, I ran my hand over her pussy through her jeans. Her back arched and she pressed herself into me, barely stifling a moan in the process.
Encouraged by that, I started fumbling with the snap of her jeans. There was no resistance at all. The snap popped open, then I slid the zipper down – slowly, as if I was afraid that the noise would startle her back to her senses. I needn’t have worried. Once I got the zipper down, Faith lifted her hips and started sliding her jeans down for me. I took over once she got them over her hips, pulling them off her and tossing them over to the side where her blouse and bra had landed earlier. I remember clearly to this day the exact pale shade of lavender bikini panties she was wearing and the few stray honey-blonde and wiry curls that stuck out from the leg openings. I also remember wondering why her panties were so wet at the crotch – remember, I had absolutely no experience to guide me in this.
