Chapter 2: Rockin' Robin
Journal Entry: Friday, Sept 22, 1988 - Robin
Patty's boyfriend was coming up for the weekend so the weekend after the best sex of my life I was left without a fuck buddy. Patty was a great lay but I needed to find at least one other steady piece of ass for circumstances like this. Pete was spending just about every weekend at Cathy's and Steve and Pat were going to double with Patty and her boyfriend, Frank, so I was on my own. I thought about going uptown and trolling the bars but instead I heard about a freshman mixer on campus. I decided I'd go try my luck with the new girls just getting out on their own for the first time, possibly looking for a physical demonstration of their new found freedom.
I hung around the apartment and went up to campus fashionably late. I wanted to make sure the girls still at the mixer were drunk and desperate. I wasn't looking for a soul mate, just a girl to party with when Patty was unavailable. I got to the party around 11 and the room was still crowded. Of course the 'cool' cheerleader types were in the middle of the floor dancing surrounded by a gaggle of dweebs trying to curry their favor. I ignored that dynamic and scanned the edges of the room for babes who might be less confident and thus more willing to put out.
I spied a tall, slender, blond across the room and something clicked. I casually made my way across the room and struck up a conversation. She seemed eager to chat. Her name was Robin and she was a freshman. I kept her well supplied with beers as we traded small talk. The party started breaking up around midnight. I asked Robin if she wanted to continue the party at my place.
"Can I trust you to be a gentleman?" she asked with a grin.
"Probably not" I shot back.
"Cool!" she exclaimed, "let's go."
I only lived a few blocks from campus so it didn't take us long. The cool night air felt great even if it did take the edge off our intoxication. We made it to my place and sat on the couch. I retrieved us a couple of beers.
"So tell me about yourself," I said, "do you have a boyfriend at home?"
"No," she replied, "I never really dated much. I was kind of a nerd in high school. I was hoping to change that now that I'm finally on my own."
"I was a nerd in high school too," I confided, "I guess I still am."
"You don't have a girlfriend?" she asked.
"No," I said, "I took a couple of years off to see the world and I just got back to college this year."
"Oh, so you've probably been with dozens of women."
"Not as many as you might think."
"One dozen?" she laughed.
"Try four," I replied, "and you?" She was rather plain looking and didn't have much in the chest area; I could see why she might not have been in the fast crowd. "I can't believe a hot girl like you didn't have dozens of encounters," I fibbed, "you probably have my record beat."
"After tonight," she paused and smiled shyly, "if I'm lucky it will be one."
"No way!" I exclaimed.
"I hope that's not a problem," she said with a look of concern, "I was hoping to find someone who could teach me."
"I'm not much of a teacher," I said, "but I'll be glad to do what I can. Maybe we can learn together." She turned to me and looked as if she wanted me to kiss her so I did. She started a bit tentatively but once my tongue forced itself into her mouth she loosened up and let her tongue play with mine. I ran my hands up under her shirt, reached behind her, and unsnapped her bra. I slipped my hands under her bra and pushed it up as I cupped her tiny titties. There was only one other girl I'd ever dated who had boobs this small and, by some weird bit of serendipity, her name had also been Robin. I think this Robin's tits might have been slightly bigger. They may have been small but they were crowned with nice, large nipples. She started to moan softly as I twisted them gently.
"That feels great, baby," she sighed.
"Let's get this shirt off you," I said.
She raised her hands over her head and I slipped off her shirt. "I hope you don't mind," she said, "they're pretty small."
They were pretty small but cute; firm with nice, hard nipples. "They're fine," I reassured her as I rolled her nipps between my fingers. "I'm a tit man," I continued, "I love big tits. But I also love small tits." Her body shuddered as I bent down and kissed each nipple. "Your babies won't go hungry," I added. "And the best thing is you should never have to wear one of these," I said, picking up her bra and tossing it into the kitchen toward the trash can.
"You're so kind," she laughed, "I'm so glad we met tonight." I took her nips between my lips, one at a time, and sucked. She was moaning hard and heavy as I suckled and nibbled. "Oh fuck, that feels good," she moaned her encouragement, "suck my tits, baby." I chewed on her tits for 10 or 15 minutes before slowly running my hand down her flat belly and sliding it into her jeans. I wasn't quite able to reach her wetness so she reached down and unbuttoned her pants and slid down the zipper.
"You're an eager little fucker, aren't you," I smiled, as my fingers found her wet pussy and slid gently between her lips, "why don't we get these pants off you and I'll show you what it feels like to have your pussy eaten."
"I hope that feels as wonderful as it sounds," she grinned as we tore off her pants and tossed them in the corner.
"I guess you'll soon find out," I grinned as I slowly ran my tongue down her tight belly. As this was, ostensively, her first time, I figured I'd take it nice and slow. I ran my tongue down towards her snatch, avoided her pussy at the last instant and instead licked down the inside of her thigh. She exhaled a huge breath and stroked my hair as I slowly ran my tongue back up her thigh towards her sweet spot. Teasing again, I ran it above her pussy and down her other thigh.
"Are you just teasing me," she moaned, "or are you ever going to lick my pussy?"
"Do you want me to lick your pussy?" I teased.
