I dreaded going back to college this year because all of my friends and peers had graduated in May. I had somehow missed one of my primary courses required in my major area, so here I was back at college and 21 years old in a primarily freshman dormitory. The only real person my own age was the dorm manager; even her assistant manager was younger than I.
The dorm was a typical six floors and the only air conditioning was in the manager's suite. I opted to pay extra for the sake of a private room not wanting to hassle with the fluff filled heads of 18 year old roommates. The only room available was actually a suite for four students on the second floor facing the street; had to contend with street noises while the windows were open. I went ahead and paid extremely extra to have the suite and the college had been delighted since enrollment was down.
A month into the semester I decided it was time for a party. During my previous senior year, I use to host a BYOB (Bring Your Own Booze) party in my room. My stimulations were always was to keep it fun, music not loud enough to bring the campus police, and definitely No Drugs!
The party was going well and most of the students behaved decently; a few I expelled from the suite for inappropriate behavior toward my other guests, but, all in all, everyone was having a great time to meet, greet and unwind on a Friday night.
I had just sat down by one of the windows to try to gain some cool night air when I noticed three guys standing out on the sidewalk looking up at the window.
"Hey," I called down to them, "want to join the party?"
"Yeah!" they all called up at the same time.
I smiled and thought, 'freshman always seem to run in packs.' I let them know which room and told them to go in and sign in at the front desk. Soon I had three additional students to add to my crowd. I offered them a punch and handed out the cups. I lightly introduced them to some of the others there.
One of the freshman boys barely spoke at all, in fact all he gave was his name 'Gary', what he was majoring in and what dorm 'they' lived in. He sort of followed his friends around from 'female' group to female group, but never saying anything. I went back to the window to once again try to gain a touch of breeze. He sat in a chair next to me, but didn't offer any conversation and so we just mellowed and listened to the music.
His buddies came over about a half an hour later and told him that they decided to cruse the strip. Now as most of us are aware, each town has one of these places where kids just drive up and down a street looking to pick up someone. He nodded his head 'yes' but told them that he was going to stay. They left without him and then I had some more guests drop by so I greeted and mingled once again.
About midnight I turned the music off as the party was whining down and at one in the morning I announced that it was time for everyone to head out. Finally getting everyone out, I turned around and noticed Gary was still sitting by the windows.
"I'll help you clean up," he suggested. He was still so shy, looking embarrassed and down at the floor.
"There really isn't that much do except put the trash in the bag and get rid of the evidence," I laughed.
He just sort of stood there with his head hanging down. Then it struck me; I could just make out the outline of his hard cock pushing against his jeans. I swallowed hard; it had been about three months since I'd had any sex. I felt the familiar warmth and wetness starting between my legs.
Then something else dawned on me as well; this shy guy must still be a virgin because he hadn't even tried to hit on me all night. In fact he wanted sex, but was unsure about how to ask or go about it.
I crossed over to the door and flipped the lock silently.
"Gary?" I said and he lifted his head, "see that lamp over there? Would you be kind and turn it on?"
He crossed the room and flipped the switch and I turned out the primary lighting. His surprise showed when the room flooded in soft blue light.
I smiled, "Blue is so much easier on the eyes."
I crossed over to the windows and shut the curtains and then walked over in front of him. "Gary," I said softly and placed my hand on his shoulder. He looked up into my eyes then and I could see his lust and longing.
"Have you ever been with a girl before?" I asked gently while my hand traced the top of his shoulder; he shook his head 'no' and blushed. "Gary, have you kissed a girl other than a family member?" I asked again and was once again answered with a head shake and then he went back to studying the floor. I don't know why, but I was extremely turned on to know that I would be his first.
"Gary," I placed my hand on the side of his face and he looked up again, "would you like to spend the night with me?" This time he shook his head 'yes'. "You must never let your friends, roommates, buddies or family know; that is my condition for spending the night with me."
Again Gary shook his head 'yes', but I thought he was going to cream his jeans on the spot. I thought to myself, 'this won't do if he ejaculates too soon he'll be embarrassed' so I decided to make my move first.
"Would you mind if I do something first and then you can spend all night with me?" I asked while I still held his attention. He had this questioning look on his face, but still nodded his head 'yes'.
I still don't know how I performed it so quickly, but I unzipped his jeans and brought his cock out fast and barely got my mouth over it before he came. It was just a low groan followed by a lot of hot cum which I swallowed and swallowed until his cock started to shrink. I put his cock back in his pants and picked up one of the leftover cups of unserved punch to swish my mouth out.
Gary stood there looking stunned; all wide eyed and embarrassed. "Doesn't that feel better?" I asked, "Now we have all night to explore each other," and I smiled.
I led Gary into my bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed and patted the place next to me. I realized that this would be sex education 101 with full visual aids and participation; the thought had my heart racing.
My first instruction was in the art of kissing leading to French kissing. I gave him a closed mouth kiss lightly on the lips; he got a bit excited. I proceeded with my follow through with sliding my tongue into his mouth and he jerked in surprise.
I pulled away and looked into his eyes, "Does this type of kiss scare you Gary?" I think he was too scared to answer so I continued, "Tell you what. Let me kiss you like this and then you stick your tongue in my mouth and we'll see how it goes."
I leaned in and kissed him again, but this time when I slipped my tongue into his mouth he started breathing faster. Soon we changed and I let his tongue slide into my mouth. I was breathing faster now as well so broke off this kiss in order to go on with the instruction. At this point Gary was starting to loosen up and was smiling.
I showed him my erogenous zones along my neck and shoulders; with emphasis that not all women were the same and each woman would let him know what they liked or didn't like. I showed him how to kiss, use his tongue and gently use his teeth to heighten my sexual pleasure.
