35 comments/ 137217 views/ 46 favorites California Virgin By: Cat5 Once again thanks to LadyCibelle for her help and encouragement. * The mile markers counted down as we approached the California coast. I was dirty, hungry, and tired in no particular order. We had been driving for almost three days straight in a ten-year-old car that was barely still alive. I thought to myself that this might be the dumbest thing that I'd ever done in my life. ......................... It started a year ago. I had just finished my sophomore year at college and was home for the summer. After a pickup basketball game at the local park I headed home. As I got close to the house I saw an unfamiliar car parked in front. When I entered my house through the garage I heard voices talking and laughing in the living room. My dad yelled, "Joe, come in and meet some old friends of ours from our high school days." I walked into the living room and saw my folks sitting on one couch and another couple sitting on the opposite couch. Everybody stood up when I entered and dad introduced me. "Joe, this is Frank and Ann Woodward from California. We grew up in the old neighborhood and went through high school together. They are on their way to West Point where their oldest son is graduating and just stopped to say hello." I shook their hands and said hello as my dad continued, "And this is their daughter Paula." She had been sitting in the corner and I hadn't spotted her as I came in. She looked at me and gave a shy smile as I said, "Hi Paula." I checked her out quickly. She was about five-foot seven-inches tall with brown eyes and brown hair cut so it just reached her shoulders. Her blouse had the first two buttons open so I could see the beginning of a sun-tanned chest. Her breasts were full—pushing her blouse out attractively. Her body was trim, flat stomach and narrow hips. I was instantly attracted to her. Everybody sat down again, but I realized that the only chair left in the room for me was far away from Paula. On an impulse I went over and sat on the floor next to her chair and leaned my back against the wall. I caught a faint scent of her perfume as I sat next to her. Frank asked me a couple of questions about college and then the adults went back to talking about their high school years. Paula hadn't said anything but she looked at me so I said, "Hi again." She smiled and quietly said, "Hi to you too." I thought, "She's as shy as I am, so I guess it's up to me." I asked, "Would you like to take a walk while our folks catch up on things?" She grinned and nodded yes. When there was a gap in the conversation, Paula asked, "Mom, can I go for a walk with Joe?" Her dad answered, "Sure, but no longer than an hour—we have to get back on the road if we're going to keep on schedule." We both stood up and went out the front door. I turned and we walked side by side in the direction of the park. Paula said, "Thanks for getting me out of there. I love my folks, but we've been in the car for three days now, and we have at least two more days to get to West Point. I need some exercise and all the folks want to do is talk about the old neighborhood. "You're going to be a junior in college. Do you like school?" I answered, "Well some days are better than others. I have a swimming scholarship, which means a lot of time at practice, plus I have to work side jobs for some money, and then I have to study pretty hard to get good grades. When those things get overwhelming, it can be a downer. "How about you? Are you going to college?" Paula giggled, "I think I just got a compliment since I just graduated from high school last week. I'm not even eighteen until September twenty-ninth. But to answer you, I've decided to go to a junior college south of Los Angeles called Windy Hills, and see if college is the thing for me. I don't want to waste my parent's money if I don't like school, so this is a way to find out. I'll live with my grandmother who has a house in the same town as the junior college." I teased, "I've heard every school in California is a party school, so that means yours is too?" She hesitated a second and then answered, "Well I'm not sure if Windy Hills is a party school, but I'm kind of shy so it probably doesn't matter." Finding it easy to talk to her I replied, "Well then we might have a contest here on who is more shy—you or me." She giggled, "You're not shy Joe. You started talking to me first. You got me out of the house for this walk, and you're getting me to talk like we're best friends." "Paula," I answered, "if we were at a party or dance and I came up to you and tried to pick you up, it would be a disaster. I'm kind of a klutz that way. I'm really good at sports and I have a lot of male friends, but put me with a pretty girl and I run out of things to say in about five minutes." "Oh," she laughed, "you can talk to me because I'm not pretty." I stammered, "No...no that's not what...." Paula interrupted with a light slap to my arm and a laugh, "I'm teasing silly." Still embarrassed I said, "You're very pretty Paula. I think you're easy to talk to because we just met, and in an hour you will be gone, so I don't have to impress you or anything." Paula said, "Well we won't decide who is the most shy then. You tell me about yourself and your college and I'll tell you about myself." We walked around the park for about an hour and then headed home. We never stopped talking. I was disappointed when we finally got home. I thought, "Why couldn't I meet someone like this in college?" The adults were on the front porch waiting for us. Paula's dad said, "There you are. Time to go. It's your turn to ride in back." I said good-bye to her parents and then opened the car door for Paula. She slid into the back seat and without thinking I leaned in and whispered to her, "Be careful at West Point. I've heard those cadets have the quickest hands in the east." She blushed and giggled. Then she turned serious for a second and touched my arm as she said, "Thanks for being so nice Joe—you're sweet." I should have kissed her then...I wanted to, but with both parents standing a few feet away I just couldn't. "Have fun," I said to her. There might have been a trace of disappointment on her face as she said, "Bye." As their car pulled away, my mother turned to me and said, "That was really nice of you to take care of Paula. She looks like she is a sweet, young girl." I didn't answer as I sadly thought of the phrase that described what just happened, "two ships passing in the night." I was wrong. Two weeks later I picked up the mail and found a small letter addressed to me. It was a thank you card from Paula. She wrote, "West Point is a beautiful place and when the cadets marched and the band played, it was really impressive. However, the highlight of my trip was my walk with you. Good luck in junior year. Fondly, Paula. PS If you ever feel like writing to me, here is my grandmother's address." The summer passed quickly and I soon headed back to college. I never answered Paula's letter; nothing could ever come out of it I thought at the time. It was a Friday near the end of September and I had decided to go to a fraternity party. I wasn't a member of any fraternity, but for a couple of bucks they would let you in to help pay for the keg and band. It had been a long week—my classes were harder than I expected, and my practice swim times were only fair so the coach had been riding me. I was hoping that I'd get lucky at the fraternity party. It wasn't to be. The boyfriends aggressively protected their girlfriends, and there were no single girls. So I ended up drinking a couple of beers and got horny watching some couples make out during the slow songs. Depressed, I left the fraternity after a couple of hours. I arrived back at the dorm and crashed for the night. The next morning I woke up still down and I was trying to decide which one of my classes needed the most work when I glanced at the calendar; it was September twenty-fourth. I paused for a second and then remembered what Paula had said; "I won't be eighteen until September twenty-ninth." I thought, "Why not?" I walked into town to a drug store and bought a funny birthday card. Back at the dorm I wrote, "I hope you have a great eighteenth birthday!" That didn't seem to be enough—I had not answered the card she sent me. So I sat down and started writing a letter to her; it was a happy letter. I searched for all the good things that happened since I got back to college and tried to describe them. I talked about my goofy professors and their idiosyncrasies and made jokes about their teaching techniques. When I finished the second page I realized that my depression was gone—searching to write Paula about the good things in college had helped me. I sealed the letter and birthday card and mailed it to her at her grandmother's. I thought, "I wonder if she'll answer it?" Three weeks later her letter arrived. It started, "Your birthday card and letter made my day; because of you my eighteenth birthday was a special one that I will always remember." The next two pages described her early days at Windy Hills Junior College. It was mostly a happy letter, but at one point she said, "I'm really lucky that Gran is letting me live with her; I think I would be lonely without her to talk to." About three weeks later I mailed my second letter to Paula, and so it started—every three weeks or so we would write to each other. My letters became more personal and longer as I gradually described how things were going for me—both the good and the bad, but I tried to make the letters happy. She soon was more open with me. She wrote, "I just read my letter to you and blushed. If you were standing in front of me I just know I couldn't tell you what I wrote in the letter. It's so nice to have a real friend that I can talk to without being embarrassed. I wish I were three years older and closer to you." The letters continued through the winter and spring. College was going better for me—the grades came out fine, and I surprised everyone including myself by having a great swimming season. Through the months, however, I became more and more anxious to receive Paula's next letter. Each letter she sent to me gave me an upper for the rest of the week. I was in the student union one day in early spring and glanced at the note board. There were books for sale, tutors for hire and a multitude of other things and services available. My eye caught one card. It read: "Riders wanted at the end of the term going to Los Angeles. Forty dollars and share the gas expense." I called the number on the card and talked to the student; he was a junior and needed the money by offering rides. He told me that he would hold one spot open for a couple of weeks in case I was interested. I argued with myself the entire next day whether my idea was dumb. Paula and I talked about everything but one subject—our love life. She never asked me if I had a girlfriend and I never asked her if she was dating. It was like the military, "don't ask, don't tell." Finally I wrote her and said, "I have a chance to catch a ride out to California at the end of the school year. I don't want to mess up your schedule or anything, but would you have time to see me if I can get the ride?" I wrote down the dates and went on to other subjects. I mailed the letter and waited anxiously for her answer. If she had a boyfriend, I hoped that I had given her enough excuses that she could tell me no without hurting our friendship. Six days later she answered: "Joe, I really, really want you to try to visit me! I will still be in school, but I will make sure there will plenty of time for us to be together. Of course, if you have other people to visit out here, I won't hog all your time. Please let me know...I'm so excited!" Her answer was the ultimate upper. I called the guy with the car and booked him within an hour of getting Paula's letter. I checked where her college was located, and found an inexpensive motel that was within miles of the school. I anxiously waited for the school year to end. ............................................ The driver of the car interrupted my thoughts when he said, "Joe, we're going to be at your motel in about twenty minutes." Twenty minutes later I checked into the motel and found my room near the back. The motel was old, but very clean. My room had a single queen-size bed, a table with one chair, small television, but a very large, clean bathroom. The ocean was four blocks away. I nervously sat on the edge of the bed and thought, "Dummy, you spent three days driving out here, so call her." I picked up the phone and dialed her grandmother's number. The phone was answered on the second ring. It was Paula. She hesitantly said, "Hello." "It's me, Paula." She happily cried, "Joe, I was so hoping this was you. Where are you? When can I see you? Why don't you...?" I laughed and interrupted, "Paula, slow down. I'm at the motel. I'm tired, dirty, and starving and want to see you. If you give me thirty minutes to clean up and you know a good local restaurant, I'd like to take you to dinner if you're free." She answered firmly, "Now don't pull that 'if you're free' stuff with me. I'm selfish; I want every second of your time that you're here. I'll pick you up at the motel in an hour. What room are you?" I gave her the room number and took a twenty-minute shower and unpacked. The bed looked inviting, but I knew if I put my head on the pillow, I'd be asleep in two seconds. Thirty minutes later I was anxious and stood outside the door. A minute later Paula drove up in an older, small car. She got out smiling and walked up to me. She was wearing a light blouse which highlighted her full breasts and her skirt was short enough that her slim, tanned legs were very attractive. I'd forgotten how beautiful she was. "Hi Paula; it's great to see you." She grinned and said, "We've been writing each other for a year trading our most personal thoughts with each other and all you're going to do is say "Hi." "Kiss me Joe." "Paula, I just didn't want you to think that I..." "Kiss me Joe." I pulled her to me and we had our first kiss. Her lips were moist and soft; I could smell some fragrant perfume and I could feel her breasts pushing into me. I was immediately hard and don't know if she felt me as we finished the kiss. She giggled and said, "That's the kind of 'Hi' that I like." She continued, "There's a really nice little Italian restaurant only about a mile from here. Let's go there so we can talk." The meal was wonderful; I don't know about the food, but being with Paula made the meal wonderful. The table candle flickered and highlighted Paula's happy face as she talked and laughed with me. Her eyes twinkled when she talked and her enthusiasm overwhelmed me. Several times as we caught our breath she would lean across the table and grab my arm and say, "I'm really glad you're here Joe." We finished the meal and waited for the check when she said, "Joe! Did you just fall asleep on me?" I grinned sheepishly and said, "I just closed my eyes for a second...honest." She looked at me in a serious way and said, "I've been stupid. You haven't had any sleep in three days and I'm here talking away. I think it's time you got some sleep." I unconvincingly protested. She was right; I was a zonked. I paid the bill and we went back to her car. Moments later we were at the motel. Paula said, "I have a ten o'clock class tomorrow and then I'm free. I can pick you up at eleven-thirty and we can go to the zoo and have a picnic. How does that sound?" I replied, "Sounds great. Eleven-thirty you will pick me up. Right?" She grinned, "Go get some sleep...a lot of sleep. I have a lot of plans for the next few days." I reached for the door handle but she grabbed my arm and said, "Even if you're asleep on your feet, you can't leave me until I get a good night kiss." I grinned sheepishly and leaned over to kiss her. As we kissed her tongue pushed against my lips until I opened my mouth and then our tongues met. I tried to pull her closer to me, but she giggled and said, "Go get some sleep; we have plenty of time." As I opened the motel door she drove away. I walked into the motel room, undressed quickly and got under the covers and passed out. It must have been an hour or so when I heard a thumping sound. I tried to ignore it, but it kept pounding. I opened my eyes and realized that it was daylight. And the thumping sound was someone knocking on the door. I looked at the clock and it showed eleven-forty. "Shit," I thought, "It's Paula." I pulled on my pants and opened the door. It was Paula. I said, "I'm really sorry. I went to sleep and that's all I remember." She tried to look serious, but then laughed and said, "Well at least you didn't open up the door naked." She pointed at the bed. My shorts, shirt, socks and shoes were next to it. I stammered, "Paula, I'm an idiot will....?" She laughed, "Joe, calm down. Take a shower and I will be waiting out here for you." Ten minutes later I sat in her car and we drove to the zoo. A California zoo is something—five hundred acres with hundreds of exhibits. It would take a week to see everything. We had fun. When I wasn't moving fast enough, Paula grabbed my hand and pulled me. Actually, even when we weren't in a hurry, she held on to my hand. There was a picnic area in the zoo and we found an empty table and ate the lunch that Paula had made. Then we spent more time in the zoo. Throughout the day I looked at Paula trying not to be obvious, but staring at her pretty face, wonderful breasts and cute behind that seemed to invite touching. I was a voyeur—almost a stalker—continuously staring at this woman who infatuated me. Several times she caught me looking. Each time I shrugged with an insincere guilty look on my face and she gave me a pretend look of annoyance. It was early evening and we were walking to the zoo parking lot. Paula said, "I'm not really that hungry because of lunch. Maybe we can have a hotdog or hamburger and then I'd like to take you to a dance club for kids eighteen to twenty-one. There's no liquor, but they usually have a good band." I replied sheepishly, "That's sounds good to me, but I have to warn you, I can't dance fast—I was always looking for a girl to teach me, but never found her." She squeezed my hand and said, "Well maybe I can teach you a little, and if not, we can just dance to the slow songs." After an hour at the dance club Paulo teased me and said, "How can you be a college varsity swimmer, and not be comfortable dancing fast?" "I need practice Paula," I replied. She giggled, "A lot of practice." A slow song started and I looked at her. "My speed," I said, as I pulled her to the dance floor. When we got to the dance floor Paula put her arms around my neck, put her head on my shoulders, and pulled me into her. My arms went around her and clutched at her back as we swayed with the music. My face felt her hair and I smelled her fragrance and I got hard and tried to pull away, but she wouldn't let me. I know she felt me, but it didn't matter. Finally I whispered to her, "What a perfect day. Thank you." She pulled me closer; her breasts were pushed into me. Her pelvis rubbed my crotch. My hands slid down to the top of her ass and I pulled her even closer to me. I could hear a quiet sigh. The song ended and we stepped back from each other. I was aroused, and I could see her face was flushed. I took her hand and we went back to our table. Paula said, "Your motel is only four blocks from the ocean and there is an ocean walk there that goes for miles; it's beautiful. Let's walk for a while." California Virgin We walked for an hour. It was beautiful; the moon reflected off the ocean and the empty sand created a romantic setting. We talked the whole time. I told Paula that I wished I had met her years ago; that she was everything I wished for in a girlfriend. Paula shyly asked, "Have you ever had a real girlfriend?" "No," I answered. "Well don't feel bad," she replied, I've never had a real boyfriend." Paula grabbed my hand and I turned to look at her. "Joe," she tried to say casually although the serious look on her face said otherwise, "Do you need time to visit the other people you are going to visit out here?" She was staring at me, waiting for my answer. "Paula, there aren't any people out here—I only came to California to see you." Her face softened and a subtle look of understanding and relief was reflected in her face. She whispered, "Hold me." Her arms went around my neck and her face leaned against my chest. My hands circled her back and gently pulled her body against me. We stood that way for several minutes. The hug was not sensual like the highly erotic one we had on the dance floor, but I knew it was much more meaningful. At this moment we both knew our relationship had just changed to a much higher and personal level. We finally pulled away from each other although I kept my hands around her waist. She smiled at me in a way that said many words not spoken; I kissed her lightly on the lips, and then we started walking again in comfortable silence. Five minutes later I stopped and looked at her. She smiled and I kissed her. We clung together for long minutes, and then started walking again. Paula finally said, "I have an eight o'clock and ten o'clock class tomorrow, so I won't be able to pick you up until about twelve." "That's fine." She continued, "We've been invited to a party tomorrow afternoon. Pam is graduating from Windy Hills and she's older than me, but she has been a very good friend. She invited us to a house party in the mountains if you want to go?" "That sounds great." "I have to warn you," Paula continued, "Pam has been really good to me and she is a great person, but her crowd is a little wild. I'm not sure what kind of party this is." We had reached the hotel and as I turned to Paula I said, "We'll have to go with the crowd and if it's too much for us, we'll back off." I kissed her good night in front of my motel room door and our tongues played with each other for long minutes. Finally the kisses ended and she got into her car to go home. I stood not moving and watched her car turn and disappear into the night. I wished she had stayed. The next day I waited outside the door as Paula arrived. She smiled at me and said, "Get in. We're going to Pam's house and she'll drive us to the party." I looked at Paula. The first two days she wore a blouse and a skirt, but today she was wearing a conservative halter-top and shorts. I could see about eight inches of her flat stomach and her broad, tanned shoulders were naked. Her legs were slim and tan. She looked at me expectantly; I leaned over and kissed her. I said, "I really like your outfit." She blushed at the compliment, but said nothing. Ten minutes later we parked at the curb and went up to Pam's house. I rang the doorbell. A pretty blond girl opened the door, looked at me and said, "So you are Paula's secret lover." "Pam!" said Paula, "don't be a shit." Completely unembarrassed, Pam said, "Well you are passionately in love with him, aren't you?" Paula blushed violently and said nothing. She realized that she wouldn't be able to out talk Pam. Pam said, "My boyfriend is in the kitchen. We have tons of food; as soon as we load the car we can head to the mountain house." I said, "Whoever owns the house is really nice to let us use it." Pam hesitated a second and then, "Well actually, it's my folks second house. They let me use it for parties as long as the parties aren't too wild." We went back to the kitchen and I was introduced to her boyfriend Dave. He was at least six feet-four inches tall compared to Pam's five-foot five-inch body. We packed the car and drove into the California foothills. It was about a twenty-minute drive up winding roads. We pulled into a long driveway and parked in front of a moderate house—probably three bedrooms or so. Behind the house, however, was a large deck and swimming pool. Shortly afterward others started to arrive. There were about eight couples that finally showed up. Everyone changed into their swimming suits in the house and the water games started. Water volleyball was obviously the big game here. Paula had changed into a conservative two-piece bathing suit, but showing more skin that her clothes. Her stomach was really flat, but it was her slim legs and tight ass that were erotic to view. She seemed embarrassed at first when she caught me looking at her, but then beamed when I said, "I'm sorry Paula. I can't keep my eyes off of you; you're just really pretty." We played all afternoon. There were ice chests of beer and the consumption rate was at a good college standard. Paula had a few beers and whispered to me, "This is the most I ever drank." The water games finally ended and Pam said we should change back to our clothes as they started up the barbecue—hot dogs, hamburgers and potato salad. Everyone ate a lot, and we moved into the family room of the house. The beer consumption continued, but it was mitigated by the huge consumption of food that we had eaten. Everyone was having fun. Finally, someone yelled to Pam, "What games are we going to play tonight?" Pam sighed and said, "I forgot to bring them." The crowd started booing when Pam slyly looked up and said, "Well I did bring one board game." Someone asked, "What's the name of it?" "Getting To Know You," replied Pam. "How do you play it?" another partygoer asked. "It's easy," replied Pam. "You roll the dice and land on a square. The square is either a "have your partner take off one article of your clothing square," or it's an action square where you draw a card and do what it says. You only do it with your date and we will only play level one." She grinned lewdly and said, "You don't want to go to level two guys." Pam looked at Paula and saw she was blushing. Pam said, "Just to be very clear, you can absolutely quit at any time and we won't make fun of you. This is to have fun; we don't want to embarrass anyone." Paula looked at me. I said, "Whatever you want to do, I'm with you." She thought and said, "Let's start playing and see." The game began; it really was a silly little college game. People threw the dice and moved to their square. My first turn had me landing on an action square. The card said, "Kiss your partner for two minutes." Paula was embarrassed as she stood up, but once we started kissing she relaxed and seemed to enjoy it. Right at the end of the kiss, I gave her some tongue. Pam yelled in a teasing voice, "Just good friends...NOT!" Paula's first turn was to have her partner take off a piece of her clothing. I took off her shoes and tickled the soles of her feet as she giggled. The game continued and more clothes were taken off and more sexual commands were given on the action cards. Paula lost another article of clothing. It was going to be her halter top or shorts. She looked nervous, but let me take off her top. Her full breasts stretched against her light bra and her nipples obviously were hard as they pushed against the material. She blushed, but then smiled when I raised both hands indicating a perfect score of ten. One girl lost her shorts and then her bra. The players were quiet when her breasts sprung free and then they cheered as she jiggled them. Pam finally lost her bra. Her breasts were very large and sagged when the supporting bra was removed. She put her hands behind her head and turned around showing everyone—she really was an exhibitionist. Another guy was down to just his shorts. The game was getting serious. Finally it was Paula's turn again and she landed on a take off an article of clothing. She was down to her bra and panties. I saw her blushing violently as she stood up. She looked at me in anguish. I glanced at Pam and she nodded at me. I said, "I think it's time for Paula and I to quit this game; it was fun, but you guys are too experienced." Paula gave me a smile of relief and sat down next to me. She kissed my cheek and whispered, "Thank you." She grabbed my arm and leaned her head on my shoulder. Her breasts, still covered by her bra, pressed into me. The game continued but it was close to the end. Pam drew an action card and said, "Shit." Someone said, "Read the card Pam." Pam read, "Have your partner finger you under your panties until you come." Her boyfriend started laughing as he gasped, "Poetic justice Pam. It is your game. Get your little butt over here." Blushing violently she sat on her boyfriend's lap with her legs on the outside of his. He pulled her back so she leaned against him as his hands went under the elastic of her panties and started to tease her slit. Pam had her eyes closed in embarrassment, but minutes later we heard a groan. She got more and more aroused and suddenly convulsed as her hips thrust up against his fingers. Her spasms continued for thirty seconds or so and then she was quiet. Paula had been watching closely and when Pam climaxed, I felt her squeeze my arm in excitement. I didn't blame her—I was hard and a circle of pre-cum had spotted my shorts. Pam's boyfriend was laughing and said, "I guess we better call that the end of the game." He helped Pam to her feet. Pam looked at Paula and sheepishly said, "I guess I should have quit when you did." It was obvious that the party was coming to a close. Pam came up to me and said, "Why don't you take Paula for a walk. I have to clean up or my folks will kill me. When we're ready to leave, we'll blow the car horn." I nodded and took Paula's hand as we headed to the walking trail that Pam had pointed out. At first we said nothing; we were replaying what we just seen. Finally Paula asked, "Do you think I'm a chicken?" "Of course not," I answered. "I've never played a game like and it got to me too." Paula stopped walking and faced me. "You don't understand. I think I could play that game, but that's not why I wanted to stop. No one has ever seen my breasts and I wanted you to be the first one—not fourteen other people." The intensity of her stare and the emotion of her statement got to me. I pulled her into me and whispered, "What a wonderful thing to say to me." Her hands pushed against my chest as she stepped back. She looked into my eyes and started and reached behind to unbutton her halter top. As it fell to the ground she undid her bra. It also fell to the ground and she stood naked above the waist facing me. Her breasts jutted out without sagging. Her dark areolas circled her very hard nipples. She stood with her hands at her sides awaiting my judgment. "They're beautiful, "I whispered. "You're absolutely beautiful." I asked, "Can I touch them?" She giggled nervously, "If you don't I'll kill myself." We came together and I cupped her breasts and gently caressed them. She whispered, "They won't break honey." I squeezed harder and then leaned over and licked her breasts and areolas, and then her nipples. She gasped. A car horn sounded in the distance. "Shit," she wailed in frustration. She quickly dressed herself and we headed back to the house. Pam met us and said, "This is the last of us. For some reason my show got a few couples horny and they took off so eight of us have to squeeze in my car. The girls have to sit on the guys. I slipped into the car and Paula followed and sat on my lap. She wiggled her butt to tease me. Two other couples piled into the back seat. I put my arms around Paula holding her bare stomach. As we started down the hill in the darkness, she took my hands and put them on her breasts. For the twenty minutes to Pam's house, I teased her breasts. We arrived at Pam's, thanked her, and drove back to the motel. At the motel we stood against Paula's car and kissed. She said, "It's late and I didn't tell Gran I would be late so she will be worried. I've got to go. Tomorrow is Gran's special day; we clean the house, I drive her to get her hair done, and then we go food shopping for the week. I should be here by four o'clock. Is that all right with you?" "Of course," I answered. She then looked at me turning serious. She asked, "Do you know what the biggest contradiction in the world is?" I was confused. "No." She stared at me and answered, "How about a virgin on the pill?" I answered quietly. "I'm a virgin too. When...?" "When I knew you were coming...just in case...I thought it might be a smart thing to do. I didn't know what would happen, but you are my best friend and..." I stopped her talking with a long kiss. She pulled me into her and I knew she could feel my erection. Finally she stepped away from me and wailed, "I don't want to leave you." I said, "Go home and take care of Gran. I'll wait for you tomorrow." She showed up at four o'clock dressed in a pale yellow halter top that emphasized her breasts and matching shorts that highlighted her well formed thighs and calves. I could smell her light perfume as I kissed her. She returned the kiss with enthusiasm. I said, "Let's walk along the beach." We walked hand in hand on the boardwalk that bordered the beach. We kissed and hugged every couple hundred feet or so. The beach was crowded with a lot of activity, but for the most part we ignored everything as we talked. Two hours later we found ourselves back at the small Italian restaurant where we ate the first night I arrived. The meal was probably great, but I don't remember much of it. What I do remember is Paula smiling and laughing and touching me. I paid the bill and said, "Let's go back to the beach and watch the sunset." Paula pulled my arm and as I faced her she answered, "Let's miss the sunset and go back to your room." I looked at her and could tell she was nervous. "Honey, things are moving so fast for us; I just want to know you are sure." Her face had a determined look as she stared at me. She said quietly, "I want you to be the first. Maybe you will fall in love with me, maybe not. But you are my best friend right now and I want you." "We've only been together a couple of days..." "No Joe. We've been talking to each other for almost a year through our letters. I've told you things about me that no one else knows, and I think you'd say the same thing about your letters. We're not strangers; we're best friends and even more." She stared at me—tears started to swell in her eyes—and I said, "Paula, you're my best friend and I think you know by now that the only reason I came to California was to see you. I'll do whatever you want, but I don't want to hurt you." "You know what I want Joe." I nodded and took her hand as we walked back to my motel. I was nervous and excited. There wasn't much else to say; we were mostly quiet during the walk back. Each kiss on the walk back seemed more sensual and several times she took my hand to caress her face and then guided it down so it lightly grazed her nipple. We faced each other in the motel room. One desk light was on giving a muted brightness to the room. Paula smiled timidly at me and said, "I told Gran I wouldn't be home tonight; I'm staying with you." "I'm not very experienced at this Paula." She giggled nervously, "You know I'm not either, but I don't care. I just want you to be my first. "Maybe it will help both of us if we take off some clothes?" She took one step and hugged me. I could feel her soft hair and smell her perfume. My fingers went to her halter and freed it quickly followed by her bra. She stepped back and they both fell to the floor. She stood proudly before me with her hands on my shoulders. She sighed as I captured each breast with my hands and gently fondled them. My thumb teased her nipples and they immediately became hard. She stared at me and ordered, "Take off your shirt Joe." I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it. Paula came back into my arms; I could feel her naked stomach and her breasts pushing into my chest. I reached behind her and my hands pressed into her back and pulled her into me harder. The touching of our naked bodies against each other was more sensual than I ever imagined. I kissed her hard and she responded with an open mouth. We stood there hugging and kissing for many minutes until finally I took her arm and pulled her onto the bed. We lay on our sides facing each other. Her face was flush and I could see tiny beads of sweat on her forehead. I whispered, "I never thought anything could feel this good. I love the smoothness of your skin, your soft hair, and your fragrance." She smiled at my compliment and said, "I think it's time for you to see all of me." I quickly unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them off. She lifted her hips to help me. I gazed at her small panties that were wet with moisture and reached for the elastic. She again lifted her hips and now was now naked lying on her back with her legs slightly spread apart. Her hairs were trimmed neatly and I could see beads of moisture clinging to them. I quickly pulled off my pants and shorts and pulled her to me as we kissed again. My mouth left hers and went to her breasts kissing and sucking her nipples. She gasped and then groaned in pleasure at my teasing. My fingers went to her vagina and felt her wet hairs and then slowly I traced her wet slit. I knew I should be doing more things with her body to make it ready for me, but I was so aroused by this woman it was difficult to want anything but be in her. My shyness and inexperience was saved when she gasped, "Don't wait; I want you in me now." Without saying a word I knelt between her legs and lifted them with my arms as I searched for her opening. I penetrated her until I reached an obstruction and then withdrew and entered her again. After several more times Paula was pleading with me. I pushed hard and I was all the way in her as she gasped. "Should I stop?" I asked. "It's not bad Joe. Just make love to me." I felt the wetness of her warm vagina and slowly started to push into her and then pull almost completely out. Our bodies began to move together as we sought release. I wanted Paula to come before me, but felt my resolve weakening as I became more and more aroused. "I'm almost there," she gasped. Her back suddenly arched into me and she began to convulse violently. Instantly, I came shooting into her repeatedly as I tried to bury myself even deeper. Even when I was emptied I continued to push into her not wanting this moment to end. We were finally still and I pulled out of her and faced her on my side. "It will be better next time," I said. "I wanted it to be..." She touched my lips with her fingers. Her eyes were moist and I saw a tear run down her cheek. "Let me talk Joe. "Ever since I met you a year ago I knew you were special for me. Many of my girlfriends lost their virginity in high school, and most said it wasn't as good as they had dreamed. I wanted you. Tonight was special. We're going to make love better with practice, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that my best friend and now lover made me a woman and in my heart it was perfect...it was the fulfillment of my dream. I will never forget tonight." She pulled me to her and we hugged each other. There was nothing else to say. Later that night we took a shower together. We teased each other's body without mercy. Her cute butt that I had been lusting for since I first met her lived up to all expectations. California Virgin Back on the bed I spread her legs and explored her vagina with my tongue until she was screaming with sexual pleasure begging for release. After she came she tried to take me into her mouth, but was surprised when I came and pulled out as I spurted onto her chest and face. She giggled in surprise. We showered again and fell asleep in each other's arms. We made love one more time that night; it was a quieter, gentler sex, but special in its own way. I woke up before Paula the next morning and quietly slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. I came back into the bedroom and sat on the chair watching Paula and thinking. She was lying on her side facing me. The bed sheet was down to her stomach exposing her breasts. I looked at her peaceful face as she slept. For thirty minutes I looked at this woman and thought about what I should do now. I had gone through four years of high school and three years of college and had never come close to my feelings for Paula with any other woman. We were both young, but how could I ever let her go? The sun streaming through the window finally woke her up. She slowly opened her eyes and saw me looking at her. I said, "Hi sleepyhead." She grinned at me and said, "Hi yourself." As she got out of bed and went into the bathroom, I wondered if she would be embarrassed to be naked in front of me now that the passion of sex was over for the moment. I watched the door of the bathroom open and she walked out. She stopped in front of me, making no attempt to hide her nakedness. She smiled and said, "You own my body now Joe. I hope it will always give you the pleasure that we had last night." I reached for her again. Later we cuddled with her face resting on my chest. "I have a plan," I said. "Do you want to hear it?" She giggled and kissed me. "Of course I want to hear it, but I think you should tell me your plan over breakfast. With your body next to mine, I'd agree to do anything and everything." Finally we got dressed and started to walk to a local breakfast café. As we walked I noticed Paula was walking a little funny. I teased, "You're not a little sore, are you? If so, I guess that's the end of our fun for the rest of my visit." She grinned sheepishly and then hit me on the arm. "Don't worry about me; I'm just resting up for later." We finished breakfast and were sitting at the table just talking. Finally, I reached and put my hand on hers and said, "Paula, we have a situation." She instantly looked worried. "I'm in love with you—not just attracted to you or infatuated with you, but really in love. Is that going to be a problem?" I watched her face turn serious and then her eyes became moist and a single tear ran down her face. She said, "Joe, I've known you for a year and you are everything I ever dreamed for as a best friend and lover who knows me better than any person alive. I love you too, and I'm only mad that I didn't tell you that first." The serious look on her face turned to a smile. She squeezed my hand and said, "I love you." "Do you want to hear my plan Paula?" She nodded yes. I continued, "At the end of the summer you will come and stay at my house for a week or two. Okay?" "I'd love that, but you'll have to make sure that we have some private time for us." "Private time?" She giggled, "For sex silly. I'm going to be so horny by the time I come to your house, we need some time." I laughed, "Maybe a lot of private time. "Then, you'll have to invite me to your house during Christmas break...even if it is only for a few days." "I can do that," she answered. "Then," I continued, "I'll visit you during my Spring break." "With a lot of private time?" she asked. "Of course...lots." "Finally you will come to my graduation. By then I will have a job and we'll know where I'm going to be working. "You'll be finished with junior college and so right after I graduate we can search for our apartment. "If you want to go on to college..." Paula interrupted, "Joe, I don't want to go to college. After I graduate next year I'm going to find a job...and help pay for our apartment rent." "Is this okay with you Paula? I'm in love with you. Can we give it my plan a chance? Will you live with me?" She gushed, "I love it!" "What will your folks think?" I asked. "My parents are great and after my visit to your house at the end of the summer and your two visits to our house, they're not dumb; they'll know. "But Joe, I want more than one letter every three weeks when we're away from each other." I laughed and then teased, "That's not a problem; you'll be getting more letters than you can read, but we do have a problem already." She looked at me puzzled. "I've read there are over fifty different ways to make love and we've only tried two so far. Isn't that a problem?" Paula giggled and pulled me to my feet. I perceptively took that to mean we were going to be working on that problem for the rest of my stay in California.