I came from a very conservative home. My parents would not allow me to date until I was sixteen and then the curfew was ten o'clock. My mother had carefully taught me that sex was nasty and it was painful. My father told me that sex before marriage was a mortal sin and I would go to hell if I had sex before marriage.
I was in the second year of college before I confronted with the actuality of sex. At eighteen years of age, I was still remembering what my parents had said.
With all that in my mind, I was confused when my best friend, Myra, elaborately told me of her sexual escapades.
"You need to try it for yourself," she told me one day. "I enjoy fucking almost as much as anything I can think of," she added with emphasis.
I had a few dates but they were rather boring. A movie here and a party there, but with no sexual overtones.
It was after a rather large party during my second year in college. Myra and her then boyfriend Jack had double dated with Harry, a rather nice looking fellow, and myself.
Harry was driving and I was hugging the door. (I knew if I sat too close, Harry would try to make out with me)
I glanced toward the back seat. Myra and Jack were kissing. Myra was sitting on his lap with her skirt lifted around her waist. Jack's pants were down around his ankles.
Myra was grinning and sighing as she moved up and down on his lap.
Jack was grunting loudly.
I was astounded. I could not remove my eyes from the scene. Both seemed to be enjoying the encounter. I watched them as they fucked. To my horror and surprised, Jack groaned loudly and Myra's eyes grew wide and wild.
"You didn't cum?" she whispered.
"I couldn't help it," Jack answered hoarsely.
"Oh fuck!" she said. "Get down here and suck it out of me!"
I watched spellbound by their actions. Jack began to suck her cunt lips and I could hear him slurping and sucking loudly.
I tried to avert my eyes but I was captivated by the sight.
Myra angrily pushed his head away and pulled her panties back on. "You were supposed to use a condom," she said loud enough that both Harry and I could hear.
Harry chuckled softly. He dropped Jack off at his apartment. (No pun intended)
Harry drove me home. Myra jumped out and slid into the seat beside Harry. They drove off, leaving me with a wondering mind.
The next day, Myra pulled me aside. "Don't you tell anyone about last night," she said threateningly.
I was too astonished to say anything.
"You should have been along," she added. "Harry is a real man. His cock is one of the longest I have ever seen and he sure knows how to use it."
I gasped at her words. I shook my head in disbelief. Myra continued to give me the whole gory details.
"He even apologized for Jack's lack of consideration for not using a condom. We kissed and he began to feel my slippery pussy," she continued. "I was still very excited after Jack's little fuck but now I was really hot. I wanted to feel Harry in me more than ever. I unzipped his pants and released his beautiful cock. We climbed over the seat and he took off all of my clothes. I helped him get naked also. He produced a condom that had little tentacles on it and quickly fitted it over his cock. It was the most outlandish fuck I have ever felt. I must have had at least four orgasms," she said, smiling broadly.
I could not believe my ears. Myra went on and on, giving me every detail of the evening. I felt a strange stirring in my body.
When she finished, she smiled. "I hope you don't mind that I fucked your date. You don't seem to fuck and I love it." She said with a flourish.
I gasped at her statement. "Don't you feel bad after sinning like that?" I asked.
"Hell no! I think we should enjoy life to the fullest. If that is a sin, I think God would have not made it so wonderful!" she added flatly.
I pondered the statement for quite some time. Myra hurried off to class and I was left with my thoughts.
It was that afternoon that I decided to find out for myself, "but with whom?" I deliberated.
As fate would have it, Jack stopped me as I walked to class. "Can I talk to you?" he asked.
I only smiled. "He must be the one!" I thought.
"Can we meet tonight?" he asked.
I smiled and nodded affirmatively.
"I will pick you up at seven," he added as he hurried down the hall to class.
He was at the dorm promptly at seven.
I smiled as he took my arm and guided me to his car. He was being so gallant.
I slipped into the car and slid over to the center. "No more door hugging for me," I thought.
He turned toward me and frowned. "I am sorry about last night," he said apologetically.