6 comments/ 20710 views/ 2 favorites My Kate By: MelancholyBaby His breath was warm upon her ear, the voice one she would know anywhere. "Come." She felt him tug at her arm and she allowed herself to follow him. She was a bit off balance at first at his sudden movements but managed to catch herself and follow him discreetly. She didn't know where they were going. She didn't need to. She would have followed him wherever he led. And he knew it. It had not always been this way. He had caught the shy, innocent girl looking at him one day in the library. He was amused by how, upon the realization that he could see her, her face flushed and her green eyes sped down to the open book on the desk. He had made a point to watch for her when he was there, but she seemed to have disappeared. But she could not hide forever. It was the start of the spring semester, the name ironic as the bitter winter would be upon them for another three months, when he saw her again. In his class. He learned her name. She wanted to be called Katie. He would call her Kate. She was not the ideal student. She did not participate in discussions they way he liked, but her assignments showed a careful reflection and understanding of the material. It would do for now, but he was eager to expand her education. He was not sure why he had chosen her. Why, from the very first moment he saw her at the library, he had been attracted to her. Why he wanted to have her. She was certainly not the type that would be easily had. But perhaps that was why. Subtly he had drawn her in to his web, taking from her more and more as time went on. Finally, after class had ended, he didn't need to take anymore. She gave. She offered herself. It was a shy and sweet gesture, her terrified eyes contradicting her words. It was her first time. He had tried diligently not to hurt her but she was tiny and the pent-up desire, although relieved many times with the bevy of women who would serve him whenever he wanted, caused him to push a little more than he meant to. Still, he had held her in the aftermath as she cried. He had held her many times after that, each little step into his world rewarded with his genuine affection. Did he love her? He didn't know. Did he care for her? He did, surely. She was different than the others and out of that uniqueness grew fondness. Tonight they were taking another step although she didn't know it yet. Tonight they would be going full circle. He was going to take her at the very same place that the attraction began; the library. He knew she would be there. She was easily distracted so she didn't study at home. He knew on Thursday nights she would be there, in the corner, her head in a book. He watched her from the faculty workroom as she read and highlighted. And then it was time. She got up and walked over to the drinking fountain to refill her water bottle. It was a short distance from his hiding spot to the drinking fountain. She hadn't even made it there when he reached her. And now she was tagging along behind him, seemingly oblivious to everything around them, her focus only upon him. She trailed behind like a complacent puppy. He removed his hand from her, confident that she would follow him. She did. He unlocked the door to the workroom and urged her inside. She wondered if he would keep the lights on or off. Nevertheless she knew that this meeting would begin and end like all of the others. On her knees. He smiled as he watched her take her position. He had perfected her posture. He had sketched her kneeling, had photographed her kneeling. To him, perhaps, there was no work of art more perfect than the black and white photo of her kneeling that he had taken. The dark lushness of her hair, the pale ivory of her skin, the faint glimmer of her simple gold collar, the shadows that fell upon her from his carefully arranged lighting; it all came beautifully together in an image of total submission. His Kate. "Good," he whispered. "You please me." The gift of those words spoke to her heart and soul. "How have you been?" "I am well, Sir." She resisted the overwhelming urge to tell him just how much she had missed him. "Busy." "I have been busy as well, my Kate." He rolled a chair from the desk in front of her and sat down. "But you are never far from my thoughts." She blushed. He could still create in her the same blush as the first day he had seen her. "Sir, you are never far from mine, either." She paused, a bit unaware of why she was here. "Is there something you wish of me?" "I need you, my Kate. I need to fuck you." The blush again, but this time the innocence was blended with a growing arousal. He didn't need to say anything else. She crawled on her knees to be nearer to him, her hands moving automatically to his zipper. She didn't tease or taunt, she immediately began ridding him of the barriers to his aching flesh. He pushed her away gently. "Kate, the blinds. Please close them." "Yes, Sir," she whispered, utterly humiliated. Her lust, her desire to please him had clouded her judgment, had rendered her vulnerable. She stood and hurried to each window, turning the little stick to shut off any view of their actions. "You are in a hurry, my precious Kate," he said as he watched her reassume her kneeling position in front of him. Her head hung down, her long hair partially obscuring her face. "I am sorry. I...I got carried away." His hand stroked her soft locks tenderly. "Your enthusiasm is flattering. And noted." He gently took her chin, lifting her face up to meet his. "You are a good girl, my Kate. I am lucky to have you." He sat back in his chair a bit. "Now, please continue." She nodded, her practiced fingers working at the belt, then the button, next the zipper. She darted down to remove his shoes, allowing her to rid him off his pants which she placed neatly on a table in the corner as to not wrinkle them. She returned and kneeled; her eyes met his and echoed the plea from her lips. "Please, may I?" He smiled. She was truly beautiful then; her face colored with desire, her eyes awake with pleading and lust. He knew other parts of her body must be awakening as well. He would find out shortly. "Yes, you may." Her hands finally removed the last shred of fabric that had contained him, pulling his briefs down carefully, forcing herself not to appear as greedy as she felt. She removed them from around his legs and finally scooted close enough to begin servicing him properly. He had a beautiful cock. She admired its strength, the arch of it, the silky fire that she felt beneath her hand when she touched it. She loved the way it pulsed when he came and she knew from careful practice each area that brought him pleasure. She kissed it first, directly on the head as she always did, his precum coating her lips. Feeling his essence on her lips was like an accelerant to her growing arousal and she shifted uncomfortably as the wet spot that had dampened her panties began to grow. Her tongue flicked over the head and then dipped down to the underside. She felt his slight shudder that always accompanied her tongue on this area of his cock, deliriously happy at her ability to bring him pleasure. It was her purpose. Her hand began to cup his balls, massaging them in her hands while she placed her lips around his cock and took him into her mouth. She tightened her lips around it and with her hands around the base she fucked his cock with her mouth; lips and hands moving rhythmically over him. He groaned and his hands reached down to her hair, keeping her head so very close to his arousal. She knew from his hands what he wanted just then and she was delighted to give it to him. Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath her lips moved further toward the base of his cock. His hands kept her there as he stood up, pressing himself more deeply into her throat. She gagged a bit, her noise causing him to pull her tighter. He felt her lips against the base of his cock. He tightened his grip, keeping her there, her nose smashed against his abdomen, until he released her to breathe. He loved the look on her face when he released her. Her tears had mussed the carefully made up eyes and the gray streaks down her face had marred the ivory of her complexion. Her lips and chin were dripping with saliva. From the elite to the gutter, he loved her ability to transform herself for his pleasure. As she gasped for air and coughed he reached over to pinch one of her nipples, twisting it cruelly. It had peeked out through the thin material of her bra and blouse, begging for his fingers, his lips, his tongue, his teeth. He pulled on the other one and watched the desire flare in her eyes. "Oh god," she whimpered between gulps of air. "Does the cock-sucking cunt like that," he asked, his words augmented by pinching her nipples even harder. "Yes." Her voice was a blend of need, pain, and arousal. "Please." "Your time will come later, whore," he said as he pushed her face back down to his aching cock. "You have other things to attend to now." He felt little resistance as he thrust his cock into her throat, finally feeling her choke a bit on its length. "Take it all, Kate-slut. Show me what a talented cock-sucker you are." She did. He groaned. She had not been good at it at first. His patience with her had paid off as she demonstrated her next trick. "Now lick my balls." His grip lessened as he knew that as soon as her tongue would sneak out to lap at his balls she would need to free herself. "Fuck," he moaned as he felt her wet tongue sneak out of her mouth and do as he asked. She pulled off quickly, coughing. Her hand self consciously wiped the drool that hung from her mouth. He slapped her hand quickly away as he looked down to see the material of her blouse wet with it. He knew then he owned her. She caught her breath and he looked down at her. "Now I'm going to fuck you, Kate-slut. Are you ready? Is your cunt wet and aching?" She nodded and quickly kicked off her shoes and ridded herself of her jeans, leaving them in a heap on the floor. She reached down to remove the pink boy shorts she had on but he reached for her hands. He placed them at her sides and proceeded to slide his fingers between her legs, finding the damp spot. He was a bit surprised at the level of her arousal but it delighted him. "Such a slut, my Kate. You've soaked through your panties. Such a dirty slut. Do I really do all that to you, bitch?" She nodded, unable to speak. His hands pulled her panties down roughly and she kicked them from around her legs. He reached around to feel her firm ass before sliding a finger teasingly between the lips of her pussy. "Get on the desk," he ordered and she scrambled to comply. "I want your ass facing me. Now!" She climbed onto the desk, resting on her hands and knees, her legs parted a bit, the cool air of the room a direct contrast to the wet heat of her sex. He shoved one finger roughly into her cunt. It slid easily inside. He worked it in and out, his other hand moving slowly over her clit. By the time he added a second finger into her tight tunnel her soft whimpers and moans had become louder and more urgent. He couldn't allow her to be heard. He reached for her panties from the floor and shoved them into her mouth. That would do for now. She was close to cumming, he could tell from the tautness her body exhibited before her climax. His fingers moved faster, harder, deeper; reaching for her womb. His other hand rubbed in fast circles on her clit. He heard her muffled cry and the strong spasm of her muscles around his fingers. He removed his hand from her clit as her body jerked away from it but kept his fingers buried inside of her. He kissed her neck and whispered into her ear. "You please me." She spit the makeshift gag from her mouth. "I'm so glad," she said. "Thank you for helping me cum." She was always polite and kind. He admired that about her. "My pleasure, my Kate." He slid his fingers out and brought them to her lips. She lapped eagerly at them, sucking them into her mouth and bathing them with her tongue. It was while she licked her essence off of his fingers that he entered her. She cried out against his fingers so he removed them and replaced her panties in her mouth. He hated doing that to her, her cries of pleasure moved him and brought him great pleasure, but he could not afford to be heard. Her cunt, still recovering from her climax, gripped him tightly. He went slowly at first, but his pace quickened as she pushed back against him, urging him deeper. He fought to keep from crying out as he fucked her, his cock plunging in and out of her wet canal, her tightness encircling him. Sweat collected on his face and body as he drove in deeper, harder, faster; his intensity quickening. He pulled out abruptly, the lips of her pussy opened, gaping slightly. He groaned as he admired it, the dew on the pink petals, the little rosy pearl hidden between and bare, just the way he liked it. He had showed her how to shave it the first time and she had dutifully done it ever since. He drove his cock back in cruelly, his hands reaching under her to grab her tits, fondling them roughly, finding the nipples and pulling them. He heard her little "Oww" muffled by the gag and smiled. He could feel her body tense up again. He knew with each thrust his balls brushed against her clit, fingerlessly masturbating her. He knew which each thrust his cock was brushing against her most sensitive place. He knew she was close. He caught his breath and held back a bit, deliberately teasing her. His face lit up when he heard her response, although muffled. "Fuck me, damn you." He liked to awaken this side of her. He would have never imagined hearing those words from the shy girl he had seen those many months ago. Now here he was, fucking her from behind, her voice urging him on. Life was funny sometimes. So he fucked her. He drove her higher and higher until she finally she reached the peak, her body exploding, her body slumping a bit in exhaustion. He steeled himself as he felt the muscles of her cunt contract around him. He would not; he could not cum in her. He held her up in the aftermath of her orgasm, feeling the thin layer of sweat on her body; pleased with himself for having elicited this powerful response from her. But as soon as the shudders and panting subsided it was his turn. He fucked her mercilessly then. He had brought her pleasure twice already; if he hurt her it was justifiable in his mind. He felt his cock knock at her cervix, as deep as it could go. "Fuck...you...you...dirty...fucking...cunt...bitch...take it...you...fucking...whore," each word punctuated with a hard thrust, the force of his thrusts compensating for the required quietness of his words. And then it was time. He pulled his cock from her and she, from much experience, knew it was time for his orgasm. She turned around quickly, kneeling, her mouth open, her tongue out, her eyes watching his, the gag from her mouth dropping to her thighs. The first stream of hot cum fell against her cheek and the corner of her mouth, the other two landing on her tongue and in her mouth. She listened to his strangled moans, his ragged breathing, and her eyes darted down to watch him squeeze the last bit of his cum from his spent cock, dropping it on the tip of her tongue. He was silent then. He watched her as she swallowed the cum that had collected in her mouth and proceeded to clean his cock, tasting the mixture of her sweetness and his saltiness. She smiled as she swallowed the last bit in her mouth. Her tongue darted to the corner of her lips, licking up what she could reach. "Let me help you with that, my Kate," he said, reaching his finger out to scoop the cum from off her cheek and offer it to her waiting mouth. She licked it from his fingers obediently. "Thank you, my precious Kate." She was beautiful to him then, too, her face with remnants of his cum upon it, a symbol of her devotion and submission to him. "You have done well. You make me happy." Perhaps there was more that he wanted to say but he did not. She wished he would have. He quickly redressed himself. "We've got to get you cleaned up." Her face turned scarlet red as the joy of the moment left her and she was reminded of where she was. "Wait here." He opened the door slightly and squeezed out, careful to shield her from anyone who would look in the door. She stepped off the desk and pulled on her panties and jeans and slipped into her shoes. She knew her face and hair must look a mess and she probably smelled strongly of sex. A million emotions conflicted within her about what she had just done. She put them out of her mind when she heard the key turn in the lock. She smiled, genuinely touched as he brought in her backpack and some wet paper towels from the restroom. "We're lucky no one was around, it would have been a little weird having someone see me carrying around your pink bag." She laughed. "I'm sorry, I didn't think of this part of things. I just thought about fucking you in the library." He appeared genuinely sorry for leaving her in such a state. "I can give you a ride home if you don't walk to walk." He watched as she cleaned her face with the towels, wiping away the evidence of their encounter and leaving her with a rosy glow. "Honey, you missed a spot," he said, gently taking the towel from her and dabbing at a little spot of gray on her cheek. "Thank you. A ride would be nice if you don't mind." She rummaged through her bag for a brush, working it through her long hair. "Do I look ok," she asked finally. "Kate, you always look beautiful. No matter what you are doing. You're a lovely girl." She smiled shyly. "Thanks. We should probably get going." The short car ride home was virtually silent. It was as if they didn't know what to say to each other. They both knew what they wanted to say but couldn't. He finally spoke as he pulled up to her apartment building. "Kate...my Kate," he began. "You know I think you're a wonderful girl and I..." "I know," she interrupted. "And I think you're wonderful, too." She kissed his cheek and hurried out of the car. She was halfway up the walk to her building when she turned to wave. "Bye," she called out. "See you soon." My Katie I have been working with students at the university for five years now. Although I am twenty-eight, I am the closest in age to most of the students we employ out of all the full-time staff here. As such, the students seem to gravitate towards me and we often form friendships outside of work. I know what they are going through. I was a student not more than six years ago, at the very same institution. So I know the class schedule, the hectic nature of college life, and occasionally I know some of the professors of classes they are taking. I also have an active social life—I like to go to movies, concerts and plays. Every so often, there are student workers I meet who have the same interests. Mostly women, I find. I don't know why, but that's just the way it happens. Don't get me wrong: I befriend both girls and guys. I often watch the basketball and football games with the guys. But for some reason I've always been most at home with women, and it's with them that I find I spend most of my free time. I don't date every woman I become good friends with. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to most of them at one point in time. Let's be honest, how many of us go out of the way to meet someone we consider unattractive? If there's one thing I've learned though, it's not to fish out of the company pool. That could lead to trouble. Luckily, being a university, all of these girls I meet are over eighteen years old, so at least they are 'of age'. Actually, we tend to get the third and fourth year students because we pay a little more at the office than the average university job. Over my five years here, we've had more than our fair share of attractive female employees. I've always managed to avoid any messy…entanglements. Mostly its because they aren't interested. I don't have what people would consider Hollywood looks, but I'm not unattractive either. What I've found over the years is that women tend to become attracted to me after we get to know each other. My looks aren't what win them over. It's my personality, and the good times we have, that do the trick. So I've learned to rely on my personality, and the fact that I'm really easy to talk to, and that I have an innate understanding of women and their feelings. I don't use cheesy pick up lines, they wouldn't work for me anyway. Katie Clifton started working for us last year. She was a senior, on her way out into the real world, but she had a good working knowledge of computers and we had a position as a laptop support operator open. It paid almost $15 an hour and she needed money quickly to finance her trip to England. We became friends almost immediately, since my office was right next door to the Technical Services room that she worked in. I thought she was a knockout from the moment I saw her. She stood about five-nine, which was actually about an inch taller than me, and had womanly curves in all the right places, and none where there weren't supposed to be any. She obviously worked out as her arms and legs were toned. The first day I saw her she was wearing a shirt that showed a little bit of her belly, and I swear I could have put my eye out if I bounced a quarter off of her stomach. Her long chestnut hair was tied back in a ponytail, to keep it out of the laptops she worked on, no doubt. She had a classic beauty, high cheekbones and a beautifully angelic face. She had soft brown eyes that rivaled the depth of any blue I'd ever seen. I think it's safe to say that I wanted her from the moment I saw her. I went out of my way to introduce myself to her. I waited for the manager of the department to step out on his ten o'clock break (I didn't want him seeing that I had ulterior motives) and then I went into the Tech room. "Hi," I said, "You must be the new student worker we just hired." "Yes, I'm Katie," she said. Her voice was a siren song that wouldn't stop ringing in my ears long after she had spoken. "Hi, I'm Carl, I work next door in accounts payable." "Nice to meet you, Carl." "Say, if you're not doing anything, would you care to do lunch? We have a nice cafeteria downstairs and I could give you the Insider's Tour of the place." "I can't today, I brought my food," she said. "Maybe some other day." "That's cool," I said, trying to shrug off the rejection. "I have to get back to work, but I just wanted to say hello and introduce myself." She smiled as if to say thanks, and I backed out of the room and headed back to my office. And that was my first encounter with her. I went back to work and had visions of Katie for the rest of the day. The rejection didn't sting, she had said it in a nice manner and didn't give me the impression that it was an unwanted advance that I had attempted. Around noon the next day, Katie poked her head into my office. "Hi Katie! What can I do for you?" I asked. "I was wondering if you're offer for lunch was still good," she said. "I didn't bring my lunch today…" "It sure is," I blurted, trying not to sound to eager and failing horribly. "Great," she said, "But I don't want to eat downstairs. I've heard terrible things about the cafeteria. Would you like to eat somewhere off-campus?" "Sure! Do you like Greek food?" "I've never had it, but I'm willing to give it a try if you say it's good." "Oh it's great," I said, "if you don't like it, the next lunch is on me, and you get to choose the place." "You got it," she said. I wondered if she noticed that I snuck in an invite for a second lunch even though we hadn't even gone on the first one yet. I took her to Delphi, the local Greek restaurant that really was a step up from normal campus-adjoining restaurants. It is a nice sit-down place at night, and it has a very intimate atmosphere. We were seated by the window, which overlooked the street. "This is a really nice restaurant, you didn't have to take me out to someplace like this, you know. I'd be happy with an In-N-Out burger." Ah a lady after my own heart, I thought. She wasn't one of those Girls Who Only Have The Salad. That was definitely a mark in her favor. "Well, I just wanted to show you that working with us has its privileges," I said. "Now it's my duty to ask you the standard questions." "Like what?" "What's your major? What year are you? Where do you come from? Why are you working for us? That kind of thing." She smiled. "Do you want to do this business-like? Okay, here goes: I'm an Econ major, fourth year and about to graduate, and I grew up in Los Angeles. I'm working because I need money to finance a trip to England." "England, that sounds great," I said. "What's over there? Are you going to work there after graduation?" "No, my boyfriend lives there." Ah, there it was. I tried to hold my body still and not show any emotion, but inside I felt like a tire that had just been punctured by a nail. The air was being let out of me at a tremendous pace, but I didn't want to show my disappointment. "Oh, a long distance relationship," I said, "that must be tough." "You have no idea," she said. "The worst is that we were only together for about three months! We met late last year when he was here for the Study Abroad program. Just as soon as we started getting close, he had to go back." "And this has worked out for you, though? You're cool with this?" "Yeah, I guess," she said. "I'm the kind of girl who needs space. I'm a TriDelt and he never liked that. He wanted me to de-pledge because he thought that sorority girls were all ditzy and slutty. He thought that it was all beneath me. But to be honest, I've made contacts from people in the sorority that I never would have if I weren't in one. And some of the girls are really nice." "Well you certainly aren't the prototypical 'sorority type.'" "What do you mean?" "Well, you're easy to talk to, and you don't walk around like you know you're the hottest girl on the block." "That's because I'm not!" she protested. "Well, maybe not, but you're close," I said, trying to wedge that compliment in there without being too obvious. She smiled at me, so I know she got the message. "Look," I continued, "I know that all sorority girls aren't like that, it's just a stereotype. But you certainly don't fit any of the trappings of a sorority girl, that's all." "I'll take it as a compliment, since that's how you mean it," she said. We talked for a bit until the food arrived. She was very impressed with the dishes. "I haven't had Greek food before but this is delicious! I'm going to have to come back here more often," she said. "Hey, feel free to take me along anytime," I told her. "I love this place." We talked a little more about her relationship. She seemed to want to get it out in the open. It was as if she hadn't had anyone who wanted to listen to the story of her and Brian (the English chap) and was happy to have an outlet. I was so bewitched by her beauty that I was willing to listen, as torturous as it was to hear of her and another man. In the end, it wasn't all that bad to hear. They hadn't been together very long, and the relationship was nowhere near what I would consider to be serious. She was charmed by his accent and mannerism, it was all very foreign to her, and she found him much better when compared to the fraternity boys who would routinely hit on her. One thing led to another, and the rest is history. She wrapped up her story right as we finished our meal. "Thanks for lunch," she said as we walked back to our offices. "Any time," I said. We got to my door and stood there looking at each other. I wasn't sure what she wanted. We had had a good lunch, but I didn't think that anything had happened that would indicate a romantic leaning on her part. The silence grew uncomfortable, and we just looked at each other. Finally I broke down and said the first thing I could think of. "Want to catch a movie some time?" "Sure, when?" She responded a bit quickly, as if she were waiting for me to ask her out again and had the answer at the ready. It was then that I decided to say what was on my mind. "I don't know, but as soon as possible. I would like to see you outside of work, the sooner the better." I pondered what I had just said for a split second, and then put it out of my mind. She could read into that whatever she wanted to and probably be right. "Are you busy tonight?" she asked. "Tonight? No, not at all." I was a little shocked that she was so forward, but I was going to be damned if I was going to turn her down. "Let's go out, then. What do you want to see?" "I don't know what's playing but if you want, come inside and we can check the online listings and see what's playing." We logged on to Moviefone.com (thankfully the website doesn't feature that guy's annoying voice) and browsed around. It was a terrible time for movie watching, there just wasn't anything we wanted to see. But I couldn't let this opportunity slip. "Well, I've got some movies on DVD if you'd be interested in watching one." "Haven't you already seen all of those movies," she asked. "Yes, but I don't buy movies unless I really enjoy them, so I wouldn't mind watching one of those over again. It'll be way better than anything we can catch in the theaters right now. I've got quite a collection. You could check them out and pick what you want. If I don't have any you want to see, I live really close to a Blockbuster. We can always rent something." "Sounds like fun," she said. "Can you pick me up from my place? I'll give you my number." I handed her a pen and a Post-It note and she wrote down those magical seven digits that make men's stomachs flutter. Thank God she was writing it, because I'm sure my hand would have been shaking too badly to do it myself. Here I was feeling like a giddy, twenty-eight year old schoolboy about to go on his first date. "Give me a call around seven," she said, and waved goodbye to me as she walked out of my office. Normally I stay a little past five just to get some things done around the office. That day I rushed out right at the closing bell (figuratively speaking, of course, we don't actually have a bell in the office). Katie had already left for the day, so I knew that she wouldn't see me running down the hall as if my hair was on fire. I had to get home in order to shower, change, and most of all, clean up the place. I wasn't about to let her see my bachelor pad in its natural state. As soon as I got home, I hit the shower. I made sure to be thorough because, well, I guess I was hoping that some time that night I would be in the position of having to care. Wishful thinking for sure, but there it was in my head, and I couldn't deny it. My place wasn't as dirty as I feared. While dressing myself I stumbled around the bedroom, putting all of my dirty clothes in the hamper, and tidying up the odds and ends. Wishful thinking again, praying that she would have a need to come into this room. After I was dressed and ready to call her, I gave my living room a cursory check. Everything was in order. I usually entertain people in that part of the apartment so it normally isn't in too much disarray. I called Katie a little before seven (I was never a believer in the "fashionably late" method) and got her roommate. She told me that Katie was in the shower but that she should be out soon. I said that I was on my way, it would take me about twenty minutes to get there since I had an errand to run, and asked for the specific directions to their place. Driving the speed limit was a challenge. I wanted to zoom over there as fast as I could, though I knew that wouldn't do much good, as she might not be ready in twenty minutes. I parked across the street from her building and looked at my watch. Ten minutes was all it had taken for me to get to her place. I had told her roommate twenty and I didn't want to catch her unprepared, although the thought of her coming out of the shower in a wet towel really appealed me to me. I decided to wait in the car until she was ready. She was in unit number one, so I could see the lights of her living room through the window (although the drapes were drawn), as well as her front door, from the street. After five minutes, I saw a girl open the door and walk out of the apartment. She was attractive as all get-out! She looked Middle Eastern, maybe Jewish, and was drop dead gorgeous. Before she closed the door to the apartment she stuck her head back inside and said something to someone. Then she turned right and walked down the street, away from my car. I made a mental note to myself: if things with Katie don't work out, try to find out who that girl was. Oh man, if they were roommates… I wouldn't allow myself to think that far ahead. Katie was the present: the here and now. If all went well with her, then that other girl could be chopped liver for all I cared. Of course if they were roommates, I knew where I was going to be spending most of my time. I waited another five minutes, and then a few more just to be safe. Although, as I said, I didn't believe in fashionable lateness, I didn't want to be so eager as to not give her enough time to get ready. I walked across the street on wobbly legs. This was getting ridiculous. I hadn't been this nervous since my first date. I should have been old hat at this by now! I guess it just goes to show that a beautiful woman can have that effect on any normal man. She answered her door just before I stepped up to her landing. She must have been looking out of the window and had happened to see me crossing the street. God must have been inside my head and listening, because she was wrapped in two towels, one around her body, and one around her head. "Quick, come in," she said. "Why?" I asked, grinning slyly, "Don't want to give your neighbors a free peep?" She grabbed my arm and pulled me in just as I finished my comment. There was a tantalizing moment when I thought the movement of her arm pulling me might cause the towel to fall, but it wasn't to be. God wasn't that generous, it seems, but I wasn't about to complain. "I've got neighbors whom I catch…peeping from time to time," she explained. "Not enough to call the police, but it does make me a little uncomfortable." "Oh," was all I could think of saying. "Have a seat," she said, motioning to the couch, "I'll be ready in just a minute. My roommate left a little while ago, you just missed her. I think you both would get along, and she wanted to meet you, but she had to go to the House for a meeting." Damn, I thought, both of them were TriDelts! I must have died and gone to heaven. I should have bought a lotto ticket—I couldn't get much luckier! Katie went back into the bathroom, and it turned out that God indeed was on my side that day. She pushed the door behind her, but it didn't close all of the way. I could clearly see into the bathroom. I could see her backside, and the mirror was positioned in such a way that I could see most of her reflection from the side, yet she would not be able to see me unless she fully turned in my direction. She took one hand and unclasped the towel around her body. It dropped to the ground and my breath was taken away. I don't know how this girl isn't a swimsuit model, but she had the loveliest profile of what had to be C-cup size breasts. They weren't overly large and sagging, but they were more than a handful, and they were pert and perky. I knew that gravity would treat her kind as long as she kept herself in shape over the years. She then removed the towel from her hair and bent over to give it a final wipe down. I almost choked on my own saliva. Her breasts jounced back and forth while she vigorously went about the task of drying her hair. God, I could have taken her from behind right there, but I was getting ahead of myself. Hell, I wasn't even supposed to be seeing this, I remembered, and felt a little ashamed. She put on a pair of lacy white panties, and then a matching white bra. As she clasped it in the back, I thought I saw her glance at me through the mirror, but I couldn't be sure because I immediately averted my eyes and pretended to take notice of the first thing I could find: the TV Guide. I picked it up and started thumbing through it. It might as well have been printed in Latin because I couldn't make out any of the words, nor did I care too. My mind was replaying the scene I had just witnessed, like a VCR stuck in a loop. She came out of the bathroom humming a tune, and that's when I noticed that I had one of the hardest erections of my life! I reached over and grabbed a cushion from the end of the couch and put it on my lap. I picked up the TV Guide, determined to find something interesting on TV so that I could talk about it and pretend like I had been looking at it the whole time. "Why are you so interested in that," she asked, "I thought we were going to watch a movie at your place tonight?" "Oh, yeah, um, we are. I just wanted to see, um, when the next basketball game was on. I, um, I need to set my VCR to make sure that I don't miss it since I, um, have to work late, um and run a few errands in the next…" "Save it," she said with a wink and a smile. She reached over and took the TV Guide from my hand and put it back on the coffee table. I had been too busy thinking of an excuse that I didn't notice that she hadn't put anything else on before coming out of the bathroom. She was still in her bra and panties. She took the pillow from my lap and moved it aside. "Well now, what have we here?" she asked. Speechless. For the first time in recent memory: speechless. "Look, I'm not going to lie to you," she said. "I like Brian a lot. But this long distance thing isn't really working out for me. I've been thinking a lot about things recently, and I don't want to limit my options here because I'm trying to hold on to something which, quite honestly, I'm not even sure is The Real Thing." My Katie I nodded my head in understanding, though it was more out of reflex than anything. I still couldn't think of anything intelligent to say so I just remained silent, looking up at her beautiful face and those soft brown eyes. "I don't know what it is about you, but I've been attracted to you since we met. Maybe it's just the hormones kicking in now that I've made this decision to open up and start dating again, maybe not. I feel like we connected today." Again, I nodded my head, not really believing what I was hearing, but too afraid to break the fantasy if indeed it wasn't for real. "I liked how you took it in stride when you learned I had a boyfriend. You kept talking to me like a real person. With so many other guys, once they think I'm 'off of the market' they just lose interest and could care less. But not you, you treated me like a friend, like someone you cared about, even though we had just met. That's something I can respect. That's the kind of person I want to have in my life." Again, more nodding, but I was careful to control it. I didn't want her to think I was the village idiot, incapable of words, only repetitive gestures. "Aren't you going to say anything?" she asked. "I don't want to," I answered. "Honestly, I can't believe what I'm hearing. This is beyond anything I could have hoped for. You're so beautiful, and I'm…I just can't believe this is happening to me. I'm afraid if I say something, that it's going to ruin the fantasy—that I'm going to be sitting on this couch alone, having imagined the whole thing. You're still going to be in the bathroom, and…" She gave me another sweet smile. God I swear she could melt an iceberg with it. "Let me see if I can make it any more real for you." She bent down on one knee and started to undo the buttons on my jeans. With my fly open, she gently tugged on my jeans and brought them down around my knees. She rubbed my penis through my cotton underwear and instantly it hardened. I didn't think it could have gotten any harder, but I'll be damned if it didn't spring another half-inch forward. I swear it was trying to break through the fabric and reach out to touch her. Sensing my excitement she rubbed the base through the cotton and put her mouth where the head would have been. She breathed warm air through the fabric and I hissed my appreciation and excitement. "Let's see what we've got underneath this, shall we?" I nodded for the millionth time it seemed, and she pulled my underwear down until they too were around my knees. My cock sprang to attention, standing stiffly in the open air. She began to kiss the tip of it, lightly at first, and then took the head and most of the top half of me into her mouth. My dick became a lightning rod, and she was the electricity. Energy seemed to course from my member, shooting out through my entire body. My hair stood on end. My toes curled. She was sucking me dry with her mouth. I looked down to see her wet hair framing that beautiful face. She was looking up at me while bobbing up and down on my member. She was giving me that look that said This Is All For You, and that's how I truly felt at the moment. She used her right hand to grip the base of my penis, and the left one to stroke my balls. All the while I could feel her changing the suction pressure in her mouth, and occasionally using her tongue to lick and lash the head. She was damned good at this. Too good, in fact. I came within minutes. To my surprise, she engulfed me entirely when she felt the spasms come. I could feel the tip touching the back of her throat, and I could feel her swallowing the jets of cum that I unleashed inside of her. "Oh shit!" was all I could say. My hands were gripping the cushions of the sofa; my lower body was completely rigid as I emptied into her. She still did not break contact with me. As I softened she continued to lightly lick and suck me until she was sure that she had every last ounce of juice that I had to give. I was amazed, not only at her skill, but at the fact that she had swallowed everything. "Wow," she said after a few moments, "I've never done that!" "What?" I asked a little dubious, she was a little too good for a first-timer. "Give head?" "No, silly. You don't think I could bring you off in five minutes if I didn't know what I was doing, did you? I was talking about swallowing. I never swallowed Brian's. It tasted too gross as it was starting to leak out, so I'd always pull off of him and let him shoot into the air." "Then why me?" "Because yours didn't taste as sour. You know, this was kind of nice, knowing that it's what most men want and that I could give it to you." "Thank you," I said. "That's got to be the best one I've ever had. Not that I've had a lot!" I caught myself in mid-sentence. "Oh be quiet, none of us live in a vacuum. I'd be surprised and a little disappointed if you had never had a girlfriend do this, or if you were a virgin." "Oh yeah," I relaxed a little. Finally a girl with a good head on her shoulders about how the world between men and women worked. "And I don't expect the same from you, of course." "Oh…" "What's wrong?" I asked. "Well, I am a virgin." "What? How could that possibly be? You're so frickin' gorgeous! You can't tell me that you've never…" "That's how I got so good at giving head," she explained. "I use it as a substitute for my boyfriends." "Oh I see," I said, a little disappointed. "So you're saving it for marriage?" "Not marriage. I'm not a prude! I'm just waiting for the right one, that's all. I want to have no regrets when I lose my virginity. I don't have to marry that person, but I want it to be special, to feel special. My girlfriends tell me that I'll know when I have the right person. It'll just be a feeling I get inside. I'll just know he's the right one." "That sounds like a good plan," I said. "Usually I talk my female friends out of the whole 'save it for marriage' ideal, but you sound like you've got this thought out really well." "So you're not disappointed?" she asked. "Not at all. I wouldn't want to force you into anything, especially if it's your first time. It's so important that everything be right for you on your first time. You don't want it to negatively affect you for future relationships. I don't tell my female friends to screw the first guy that they see. I also tell them to wait for that special someone. But it doesn't have to be marriage, that's all I'm trying to tell them." "I agree completely," she said. There was a long silence between us; she was still kneeling on the floor with her elbows propped on my thighs, looking up at me as I sat on the sofa with my pants around my knees. "So how far have you gone?" I asked. "Oh, just head, that's about all that I give guys." "How about for you?" "Me?" She looked a little puzzled. "Yeah, I mean, has a guy ever gone down on you?" "Oh no! They're usually pretty upset when I won't give in to them. They never offer, and I don't ask. It's like they won't offer it unless they get the full service, if you know what I mean. I don't want to make it sound like there have been a lot of guys who had the chance, either. There's only been two: Brian and Scott, he was my high school boyfriend." "That's a damn shame," I said with a mischievous grin. I held her by the underside of her arms and lifted her up to me. I kissed her ardently while caressing her breasts through her bra. In truth I was a little disappointed at the news, but I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to go as far as I could with this beautiful woman. I brought my lips to her nipples and teased them with my tongue. I felt her grip on my hair tighten a little after each licking I gave her. I decided to up the ante and suck on them for all that I was worth. She responded by moaning and grabbing the back of my head and pressing me to her. I continued for some time, savoring the taste and feel of her flesh in my mouth. I cupped her ass and brought her to a sitting position on my lap. She was now straddling me with her knees on the couch for support. I could feel the warmth of her groin through her flimsy panties; it was touching and exciting my manhood, which lay directly underneath it. I rose to kiss her again, and we were groping, fumbling teenagers all over again. I had an erection again, and was rubbing it furiously against her crotch. I could feel the flimsy fabric of her undergarment getting hot at first, and then moist. After what seemed like an eternity of rubbing, I heard the words I dreaded. "We have to stop." "Are you sure?" I asked, hoping for one answer, knowing I'd get another. "Yes, I'm sorry, I'm just not ready." It was at that point that I made a decision that I would later think was the smartest of my life. "Okay, I understand." I smiled at her to show her that I really did understand. She smiled back and dismounted me. I pulled my underwear and pants back up while she retreated to her room to get dressed. She came over that night to watch a movie. We chose a nice little romantic comedy, You've Got Mail. We held each other through most of it, and there was a little bit of a smooching session right afterwards. When I brought her home, I walked her up to the door of her apartment, where she gave me another kiss. "Listen," she said, "I don't know where this is going, but I want you to know that I really like you." "I like you too…a lot," I answered. No use being shy or reserved now. "You're sweet, very sweet. But there's the little problem we have of working together." "Yeah, I know. But since I'm not really your direct supervisor, I don't think we can really get in trouble." "I was thinking the same thing," she said. "So unless you bring it up and complain about it, I think we're fine." "We're more than fine," she said, and gave me another firm kiss on the lips. I felt her tongue dart in and out of my mouth, and as soon as it began, it was over. "Good night," she said, and went inside. I started to back away, but she didn't close the door immediately. She watched my back my way towards my car (thank goodness no one crashed into me since I wasn't looking where I was going) and she waved and blew a kiss as I got to the driver's door. I got in and looked back at her apartment. She had closed the door, but was looking out through the adjacent window and, upon seeing me, waved again. I had a really good feeling about this. The days flew by. Katie and I saw each other every day at work, always maintaining a professional manner around each other. We saw each other almost every day after work as well. One day we did a local museum. The next we did a jazz club where a friend of mine was playing. The next we went to the Mann Chinese to see a movie. We were truly starting something that I thought was special, but I have to be honest, I'm not a patient man. What started out as me being an understanding boyfriend became, over time, flat out impatience. I loved the blowjobs that Katie gave me, but I was starting to really be annoyed by certain things. One thing was that Brian was not yet out of the picture. She talked to him infrequently, and I never did ask about their relationship, but she hadn't offered the words I had hoped to hear: "We're over and done with, I'm all yours." So I assumed that she still had a relationship with him, however thin it was (and being several thousand miles distant made it pretty thin, I hoped). The second was that Katie was still a virgin, which meant that I was still not getting inside of her. I really thought that I could respect her decision and hope that she would come around on her own. Well a few days became a couple of weeks. We had seen each other almost every day. I was still not getting as far as I would have liked. But I never complained. I never forced her to do anything she didn't want to do. I did wonder, though, if my problem was that I didn't ask her to go any further. In not wanting to risk rejection, I simply stood pat, content with sucking on her breasts, an occasional rub of her pussy through her underwear, and of course those fantastic blowjobs. One night, when we were just going to hang out at my place and watch another movie, I decided that I would take the initiative. If I was rejected, so be it. Better than to wonder what could have been, if only I'd had the guts to try something. I picked Katie up from her apartment and drove back to my place. She was a sight to behold, as she always was. That night she had worn her hair down. At work she would often tie it up, but at night she would sometimes let it down. She had on a summer dress, which was appropriate because in Southern California, it's almost always summer. I have to admit that is one of my weaknesses. I love the kinds that you can see through in the daytime, and this looked to be one of them. Unfortunately the sun had just gone down so I couldn't put my theory to the test, but the fabric looked to be of sufficiently thin enough material so that my imagination went on overdrive thinking about what it would look like in the daytime. As I followed her from my car, up the steps to my own apartment, I noticed that she was wearing either a G-string or (God willing) nothing, because there was no visible panty line from the back of her dress. It's just your imagination, I kept telling myself. Don't get your hopes up. Of course she's wearing something. You know she's not like that, not the kind of girl who goes around wearing nothing under the dress. Still, as we climbed the steps, I made sure to be two steps behind her so that my head was nearly level with her ass. No matter how hard I looked (and believe me I looked really, really hard) I couldn't see a VPL. She made herself at home, as she was now accustomed to coming over to my place frequently. She crashed on the couch and I went into the kitchen to make us some drinks. I knew that she liked Midori sours, so I prepped one for her, and made a Rum and Coke for myself. Normally I don't drink alcohol, but I've always believed that you can't let a girl drink alone. I came back with the drinks and sat down beside her. I hit PLAY on the remote and the movie started. It was an oldie but goodie, Vertigo, that we were taking in tonight. Both of us had professed our love for Hitchcock movies, but she had never seen Vertigo on DVD and wanted to see what the restoration job looked like. About halfway through the movie, during the part where Scotty starts trying to transform Judy into Madeleine, she reached over and held my hand. It was a nice gesture, all things considered. There was nothing overtly sexual in the motion, just the nice, comfortable feeling that we were beginning to have with each other. By the end of the movie we were holding each other, and her head was resting on my shoulder. I didn't want to move. I didn't want the movie to end. I could have stayed like that forever. When the credits rolled, she turned her head to me and gave me the most passionate kiss she had ever given me. "I broke up with Brian today," she said. "When?" I asked, trying to hide the surprise and excitement in my voice. "Just before I came over. We had one of those long talks, and he sensed something was wrong. He asked me if I was seeing somebody else, and I told him that yes, I was. He asked me about you and I found that I couldn't stop myself from talking! I was surprised at how much I knew about you, and how I knew all of your little quirks. And I couldn't stop telling him about how special you make me feel, and how you don't pressure me into doing anything that I don't want to do." Well that did it. How could I proceed with my plan now to ask for more? It looked like she was really falling for me, and the truth was that I was falling for her as well. I decided that it wasn't worth it to risk what we had for some petty physical pleasure. If this was meant to be, I didn't want to ruin it. And I could always resort to Rosy Palms until Katie arrived at the point and time where she was comfortable enough to take the next step in our relationship. As if she had read my mind, she kissed me again and began stroking me through my pants. Whenever she did that, it took no more than two seconds for my cock to spring to life. Even though the most it would get was a good licking and sucking, it didn't care. It responded to her touches as if they might be the last it would feel on this earth. "Mmm, big boy," she said, rubbing my manhood. "Let's move this somewhere we can get more comfortable." She took me by the hand and we walked into my bedroom. She pushed me down gently onto a sitting position on my bed, and took off my pants and underwear. She pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it into the corner. I had already kicked off my socks. "What do you want? More than anything, what do you want?" she asked. "I want to…I want to be inside you." There it was. I said it. I didn't regret it, even if she walked out on me right there, I had to say it. "But you know we can't. I don't think I'm ready just yet." "I understand. I just needed to say it. I needed you to hear it. I want you to know that I want to be with you in every sense of the word. I want you completely. But I can wait until you're ready. I just wanted it out in the open, that's all." "You're sweet for being so patient with me," she said, slowly kissing my face and nose. "Let's see if I can reward you a little bit for your patience." She knelt down and gave me the pole waxing that she had become famous for in my mind. It was almost enough to make me forget about intercourse. Almost. She couldn't have been at it for more than a few minutes (though it did feel like a half hour of ecstasy) when she brought me to the edge. Rather than come in her mouth, which she welcomed, I pulled her off and shook my head as if to say 'no'. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing. I just don't want to come in your mouth," I said. "Where would you rather come?" she asked. "My tits? My face?" I shook my head no again. "I see," she said. "Let's see if I can help you out a little bit without breaking my rules." She hiked up the bottom of her dress so it was bunched up around her waist. She did have a G-string on, but it was sheer. I could see her light brown tufts of hair curled up, and I thought I could see the outline of her lips as well. Saliva flooded my mouth as I thought of that forbidden region. She pushed me back down on the bed and straddled me. My erection brushed up against the thin fabric of her G-string. I could feel the mat of hair behind it with the sensitive head of my penis. "How does this feel?" she asked, beginning to rub up and down my shaft with her crotch. The panties were soft enough so that it didn't create too much friction against my flesh. Her moistness was starting to creep through the fabric, and the heat made it seem almost like the real thing. "Good," I said, hissing through my teeth every so often when the feeling was particularly stimulating. "It feels really good." But after a certain point she was no longer listening. It was obvious that she was getting stimulation from our actions as well. She started whimpering at first, like a puppy begging for nourishment from mama's teat. I could feel her wetness now sopping through her panties. Soon she was no longer whimpering, but lightly moaning. The moisture made her panties stick to parts of her skin, and on some occasions the bucking movement that she had picked up would cause the fabric to slip a little to one side. At those heavenly moments I could not only feel her hair brushing against the skin of my shaft, but also her flesh. Sometimes I fancied that I could feel her lips almost embrace my cock, each lip rubbing a side, but I never achieved full penetration. My Katie At first she would reach between her legs at our semi-union and readjust her underwear so that it was between our privates again. After a while, though, she stopped doing this, and her panties permanently went off to the right side. Her lips were embracing my cock, and the heat from our motion was turning me on beyond belief. I could have used my dick as a club and knocked holes in the wall with it. "Oh my God, it's gotten bigger," she said while dry humping me with more determination than ever. I probably had the stupidest look on my face (as all men do when experiencing the heights of pleasure) but I didn't care. I was lost in the moment. I don't know if she noticed how close we were to really making love, but I hoped that she would just…keep…doing…it… Suddenly it happened. I don't want to appear blameless. The fact that I shifted my pelvis had more than a little to do with it. Can you blame me? On an upstroke, when her opening was towards the tip of my penis, I tilted my penis upward by pushing my ass into the bed and my stomach upwards. The head of my cock lifted and tried to enter her when she came back on the down-stroke. The tip got in just about a half-inch or so, and then encountered resistance. I looked up at her. She was looking at me with wide eyes. She mouthed the word 'no.' I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to disengage, but I didn't want to force her into anything. She sat on top of me, not moving towards or away from me, and I was petrified. I didn't move a muscle. I had my hands on her hips as I was holding on to her while she was grinding against me. I made my hands go heavy, not enough to actually be pulling down on her, but just to let her know that I wanted her to continue. She leaned forward a little bit and looked into my eyes. Then she looked down at where we were almost connected, so painfully close to being truly connected, and then she began to push herself down on me. Perhaps 'push' may be a little generous. Rather, she stopped suspending herself above my intruding cock and let gravity work its magic. At first just the bulbous head was in contact with her love mound. The lips of her vagina seemed to be giving it a kiss. As she slowly sank down, her lips started to part, millimeter by millimeter, and I could see my manhood start its path down her virginal tunnel. The initial resistance I had met gave way to a slow, but steadily gaining, acceptance. I looked up at her again, but by now her eyes were closed, half in concentration, half in anticipation of the moment. A couple of times she had to stop her downward motion, pull up just a bit in order to reposition the angle that my cock was entering her, and then resume the slow act of engulfing my member. It seemed that an hour passed before she had half of me inside of her. At that point she stopped and rose a little bit before pushing down again. Now three-quarters was in. Again she rose and sank. Four-fifths. One final rise and fall and I was completely inside of her, to the hilt. I could feel her ass cheeks touch my sac. She lifted herself slowly and I could see that her juices had completely covered my pole. The resistance was all but gone; there was only the silky smoothness of intercourse. She lowered herself again, a little quickly, and hissed through her teeth. "Am I doing this right? Does it feel good?" she asked. "Yeah baby, it all feels good." "Are you sure?" "Yes, just do what feels good for you. I guarantee you it will feel good for me." "Really?" she asked, a slightly dubious look on her face—or was it a mischievous one? "Yes. You could just sit here on top of me and it'd feel good." "Okay, I'm going to make myself feel good." She pushed hard down against me and then started to rock back and forth, rather than up and down. My cock was still sliding in and out of her, but now that she didn't have to lift up, only backwards and forwards, she was able to pick up the pace considerably. Soon she was bucking so hard that the bed started to squeak and the headboard started to hit the wall. Thump! Thump! Thump! Faster and faster, until it must have seemed to the neighbors that someone was either hammering in a lot of nails to hang some posters, or some lucky bastard was getting his brains balled out. Thankfully it was the latter. The heat started to build up at the point of our union. My dick felt like it was on fire one moment (when she took me in), and cooled off the next (when it was momentarily exposed to the air). Katie was grunting and moaning now, I'm sure that she could be heard from at least the adjoining apartment, if not down the hall. I wasn't about to tell her to keep it down, though. My cock was responding to her cries and I started pushing up towards her with each in-stroke. She looked at me with big eyes and said, "Do that again!" So I did. "Keep doing that!" she demanded. Who was I to do otherwise? Her moans grew louder, and her body began to shiver a bit. Her hands were on my shoulders and they suddenly dug in, bringing bright flashes of light to my eyes. She groaned as if hurt, but I knew better. She was having her first orgasm from intercourse. I could feel her pussy clench and try to milk me dry, but I hung on for dear life because I didn't want to come just yet. "Oh God," she said, "That was a…that was a…holy shit!" I nodded in affirmation and she smiled and stroked my cheek. She had slowed down the rocking motion but she was still going back and forth, just a little slower now. "Now it's your turn," she said. She picked up the pace and started pleasuring herself on my pole. After a few minutes I could feel myself reaching the boiling point. We had been fucking less than a half hour, but I couldn't hold out. The feeling was so heavenly; I wondered how masturbation could ever hope to simulate the real thing. The truth was that it couldn't. There was nothing in the world quite like being inside a woman who wants you there, and is trying to make you come with all of her being because you had just given her an earth shaking orgasm. "Just tell me when you're ready," she said. "I'll get off and you can come on me. On my tits. Or in my mouth. Wherever." "Oh-Oh-Okay," I said between her thrusts. I wasn't going to last much longer. "Oh God," I said, "I'm going to…I'm going to come." I could feel her as she started to lift herself off of me, but my hands were still on her hips and I pulled her back down. "No!" she said at first, and then, "Oh Christ this feels so fucking good!" That was the last straw. I started to come. Stream after stream of cum shot up into her wanting womb. Rather than pull off of me, as I had loosened my hold on her, she pushed down even more and started to climax again. All I could hear was her saying "Oh God, oh God," while her body and pussy convulsed in time with each spasm of my rigid member. She collapsed in a heap on top of me. I could feel her breathing heavily. I was exhausted as well. I couldn't move. Apparently, neither could she. I could feel my member softening inside of her and start to slide out of her vagina. It was a sticky mess down there, and I could feel our fluids leaking out of her and down my scrotum onto the bed. Thank goodness we have on-site laundry facilities, I thought. After a few minutes she lifted her head and looked at me. She had a dreamy but satisfied look on her face. "Thank you," she said. "Thank you for everything." "No," I said, "I should be thanking you." I looked away quickly. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing." I said, but it wasn't true. She looked at me questioningly so I continued; "I just hope that you don't regret doing…this…with me. I know that you wanted to save it for the right place and time…" "But this is the right place and time," she said. "Remember when I told you what my friend said about losing my virginity? That I would know, deep down inside, when it was the right man? Well I knew a while back that I was going to lose it to you. I tried to deny it, to delay it however long I could, just to make sure that I wasn't leaping to conclusions or rushing into things. But the longer I held out, the more I wanted to feel you inside of me." "Really?" I asked. I was stunned. "Yes. In fact, I haven't really ever masturbated before (okay just a few times), but the other day when you dropped me off after dinner and we got kind of hot in the car but all we did was kiss and grope a little? Well when I got home I rubbed myself raw just thinking about you, and how you would feel once you were in me." "Well, I'm happy that you chose me." I said. She just smiled back. She had a beautiful smile. We sat in silence for a few moments until… "Oh shit!" I finally came to my senses. "I came inside of you!" "I know," she said. "Don't worry about it. My roommate is a Bio major and works in a lab on campus. She can get RU486. She's used it before. We can use it to make sure that no little Carl's are in our near future." I breathed a sigh of relief at that. "Next week I have to go to the doctor," she said. "Why? What's wrong?" "Nothing. But I'm going to go on the pill for you. I don't want anything to come between you and me, ever."