My first real love - that would be Molly. As the old song went, she was a dark haired beauty with sky blue eyes. Barely 5'3" tall she was slender with long legs and small round breasts. We met at orientation on our first day at college. After I helped her with class information and schedules she thanked me and then wanted to know if I wanted to grab lunch. Soon we were spending more and more time together. Even though friendship moved naturally to romance, we were not intimate for a long time. I mean that yes; we were making out a lot. I had fondled her breast and had my hand down her pants, but that was pretty much all. I guess some would say that was very Jr. High. Maybe, but the wait was certainly worth it.
Both of us had dated very little in high school. I was shy to the point of not really making many friends or even being noticed. You know the type. The pretty girl in your class that you think about while masturbating asks what school you go to. Coming to college was my chance to change all of that – a new me that would have friends and be outgoing and confident. That desire to be this new person is what led me talk to Molly in the first place. After all, she couldn't ask what school I go to.
As for Molly, I never understood why she had not dated and had tons of boyfriends in high school – it certainly was not shyness. She was very pretty and as outgoing as anyone I had ever met. I got the feeling that there was something very wrong about her family, but she would never talk about it. Whatever the problems were, she kept out of relationships until now. Perhaps she was looking to also re-invent herself.
When Molly's roommate dropped out of school her room became the perfect place to be together. In was there in the privacy of her room that there came a time when were fooling around and she pulled away from me and with an almost comical smile blurred out, "If you do me, I'll do you!"
I looked at her speechless. I had never had the chance to go down on a girl or to have someone suck me off. "Yes! Who goes first?"
With a smile Molly slowly slid down to her knees in front of me and undid my belt. Carefully unzipping my jeans she stared at the white jockeys. "What the fuck?" she asked as she poked around the briefs looking for an opening.
I lifted my butt up and she pulled my jeans and shorts down and off. Lifting my cock up into the light she lightly ran her fingers the length of the shaft from the balls up to the top of the crown stopping to examine the pre-cum that had formed. "Hum, what have we here?" she whispered as she slowly moved her finger away from the pool to form a silver strand shining in the light.
As she played with the thick liquid, I watched my cock become hard and seemingly bigger than normal. As my cock became stiff and fully erect, Molly threw her hand in front of her mouth, "Oh, shit, that's sort of big! It felt a lot smaller in your jeans."
