0 comments/ 118048 views/ 4 favorites College Education By: Benoni As I stood at attention looking straight ahead, he yelled in my left ear, "WHAT ARE YOU?" "SIR, I'M A FISH, SIR!" I responded. The next question was obvious. "AND WHAT IS A FISH?" he lashed out with the question. "SIR, A FISH IS THE LOWEST SPECIES OF ORGANIC MATTER, SUBJACENT TO THE MOST FOULEST STENCH IMAGINABLE. HE IS MORE VILE …" I gave him the full dissertation without missing a beat. But for the rest of you, a "fish" is a freshman in the Corps of Cadets at Texas A&M University. I was a young man embarking on a new life, away from the childhood home I knew. After only a few weeks, my head was buzzed to within an eighth inch of my scalp, and my limbs were sore from running and "practicing" a class set of 83 pushups. ~ * ~ A noise startled me from my sleep. The dorm room was still new to me as I gazed into darkness from the top bunk. "Boom! Boom!" The noise grew closer and I began to discern yelling. "BANG!" Our door was hit and flew open. Light blinded me as the intruder yelled at us to get dressed and fall into formation with our instruments. The door slammed shut as if to punctuate the directive. The clock read 10:42! What the hell? I had been asleep all of 40 minutes! Texas A&M is a school rich in traditions, and I was about to learn some more of them. Tomorrow was the first football game. It had been a hard couple of weeks, but we were primed for the Fighten Texas Aggie Band four-way cross-through at halftime the next day. When I left home for college, I decided I would be socially bold. It wasn't just that I was a virgin, I had never experienced a sensual kiss or embarked on the physical exploration of a girl's body. Other than a few cheap shots, one dirty book I was caught reading, and a thorough review of my dad's magazines, I was totally clueless. My hormones had been screaming for years, but nervous fear and a tight parental leash held my hormones in check. However, given the chance, I was sure I would enjoy figuring it all out. Little did I know, the first test of my resolve was about to present itself. As we reached formation, we could see the entire corps of cadets was active on "the Quad" (ROTC dormitory area). I soon found myself marching with trombone in hand as the cadence turned all eyes toward us. My heart was pounding with excitement as we entered the main campus to a swarm of students ready to rally with us for this late-night event. Suddenly, the crowd was mingled within our ranks. George, a fellow freshman trombonist, began talking with an attractive girl who seemed to want to "join" us for the rally. I didn't know what that meant, but her tag along friend, Diane and I somehow paired up and I felt I got the better looker and the softer spirit. She was almost my height and said little more than an introduction between smiles. Her pale blue eyes were happy and her wavy light brown hair reached her elbows down her back and front. "Hi! I'm Diane!" she tried to shout above the commotion and maintain her femininity. "Hi! …" I tried to reply before getting cut off by a restart of the cadence. We were moving again. "BENJAMIN!" I shouted, and she nodded her head in understanding as we began to move again. We played a couple of fight songs as we marched to the field that would later host the infamous homecoming bonfire. When we were finally standing in place, one of the upperclassmen pulled me aside to explain about "lights out." The tradition was that when the lights were turned off, you were to kiss the girl next to you until the lights were turned back on. Anyone caught not kissing when the lights came back on would have a special "detail" the next day. I glanced at Diane, who could not have heard, and we exchanged smiles, almost grins. I didn't know if she knew the tradition, but I was certain I was going to kiss her. As we cheered and played various pep rally songs, my adrenalin was pumping as fast as ever. There were calls to rally and spirit-filled responses from the crowd. Diane's involvement showed enthusiasm, but tempered with self-control. She wasn't trying to put on a show, but she clearly enjoyed the school spirit. Finally, nervous anticipation was replaced by heart-pounding shock as the lights went out unannounced. As if pushed from behind, I moved without hesitation. I switched my trombone to my left hand and wrapped my right arm around the slender waist of the beautiful girl beside me. There was no resistance as I pulled her body into mine. Our lips met as if planned and perfected. It was the softest touch I ever felt. The taste was deliciously sweet. The aroma was intoxicating as I entered a dreamy trance. Neither of us pressed any harder, but our tongues found each other and delighted to dance in the secluded darkness. My hand did not roam, but every point of contact between our bodies was a conduit of electricity. We just let the feelings course through us as the lengthy kiss worked its magic through the gentle touch of our lips and her clothed breasts against my covered chest. The lights remained off. The kiss persisted and seemed to grow in intensity. I let out a soft hum and she purred in response. When the lights finally came back on, we didn't even flinch. Whoops and hollers began to rise in chorus, but it was outside our world and we continued in our embrace. It was the most wonderful experience of my life to date. Finally, I very gently pulled away and gazed into her eyes. My head was swimming with emotion and my smile stretched the limits of my face. She seemed just as pleased, and I continued to hold her close as long as our situation allowed. George and I walked the girls to their dorm. They didn't seem interested in letting us in, but Diane gave me another remarkable kiss that convinced me what a good time she had. I was floating about 10 feet above the ground and awkwardly, reluctantly said, "Good night, Diane," as we walked away. It didn't dawn on me until the next day that I didn't know Diane's last name, phone number, or room number. I wasn't even sure which of two or three dorms she lived in. For all I knew, we may have left the girls at her friend's dorm, and she might live somewhere else entirely. However, classes and corps activities quickly distracted me and kept me so busy, I had little time to think about my apparent loss. ~ * ~ It was the following Friday evening when George and I decided to meander towards the girls' dorms. As we entered their courtyard, we noticed a girl sitting on the windowsill of a third floor room overlooking the yard. She saw us too, and waived somewhat excitedly. Lo and behold, it was Diane. While I hesitated, slightly mesmerized at my good fortune, George quickly took control. After coaxing her down, he convinced her to "go out" with us. I was the one with the car, and suddenly found myself the chauffer. She was wearing denim shorts and a yellow blouse with her hair draped around each breast like rivers running through valleys. Her blue eyes smiled and conveyed a tenderness I found very attractive. As we cruised down a main street along the edge of campus, we couldn't seem to agree on a place to stop. My Pontiac Grandville had seen better days, but it was still a smooth ride with some power under the hood from an engine upgrade. The front seat went all the way across and there was plenty of room for all three of us as Diane sat in the middle. After a while, I was frustrated with not stopping, and the fact that George was hitting on Diane pretty hard. His lewd comments embarrassed me, and his groping hands made me jealous and a little angry. Diane didn't seem to appreciate the situation any better than I did, and exchanged unspoken, eye-contact agreements with me on more than one occasion before she asked to be taken back to her dorm. If George had been driving at that point, I believe he would have ignored her request and taken us somewhere of his choosing, but I was in control now and didn't hesitate to do as Diane requested. The night was a disaster as far as I was concerned, and I was ready to end it. When the three of us stood at the entrance to her dorm, she certainly didn't invite us in. George kept pushing, while I started to politely excuse myself. Before I could convince George to come with me, Diane started engaging me in conversation. She held me back with apparent interest in my high school, my first impressions of A&M, my love of the trombone, and more. I was slightly startled by the realization she was totally ignoring George and purposefully holding me in check. Even her back was slightly turned toward him. When he finally grumbled and started to walk away, I had to stifle a laugh. Diane looked after him with that "What did I do?" look on her face. When George was far enough away, Diane smiled at me and turned to open the door with her key. I felt a twinge of disappointment until she surprised me by grabbing my arm and pulling me inside with her. I had never been in a girl's dorm, and I felt like I was in forbidden territory. There were clearly feminine touches to the hallway decor and bulletin board. As we passed an open dorm room, I smelled a strong perfume that seemed to go unnoticed by my escort. I snuck a peek through the doorway, and was privy to the sight of floral patterns and bright pastels. While the two occupants were dressed, they seemed relaxed in their habitat, unaware of the passing presence of a male. As I turned back to Diane, I saw that she caught me letting my gaze wander. I opened my mouth to speak, but she put her finger to her lips and bade me follow her up the steps. Diane unlocked and opened her door. With another gesture for silence, she motioned me into her dark room. The first sensory perception of her private home away from home came from the pleasant smell of potpourri. When she flicked the lights on and quietly shut the door, the room cam alive with shades of purple, green, yellow, and a touch of pink. "We're not allowed to have men in the dorm past 10:00, and I didn't want anyone to notice you come in," she explained. It took a moment to process her statement as I looked at my watch. It was only 9:37. But then it dawned on me. She was inviting me to stay the night! "When is your roommate back?" I asked, as cool and in control as possible. "Oh, she's gone for the weekend," she assured me with a grin. Her back was against the door as if blocking my escape, not that she showed any signs of aggression. Actually, for the moment, she seemed content to watch me assess her room. The head of the bunk beds was against the right wall with the foot of the beds coming out into the center of the room. The bottom bunk was neatly made, while the top bunk had slept-in covers tossed to one side. I walked around the beds to gaze out the window, hoping my casual movement would hide my growing excitement. "You have a nice view," I remarked as I noted we were nearly dead center in front of the well-lit fountain in the middle of their courtyard." "I sure do," she responded rather suggestively. I spun around and caught her eyeing my body. She followed my footsteps and proceeded to softly brush past me in order to sit in the windowsill and look out. Her back was against the right side of the window frame. "I like it," she added, this time referring to the window view. There was a novel on the left corner of the sill that suggested she liked to read in that very position. The chair to her desk was almost at the window, so I pulled it farther over to have a seat facing her. Her blouse gaped slightly and I felt invited to peek at her white lace bra. Her shorts barely covered her privacy as she brought her knees to her chest. After some small talk, she turned more toward me and placed one foot on my chair. There was no remaining doubt as I reached up to caress her calf. I couldn't believe how silky smooth her skin was. I looked up to gage her reaction. She seemed to enjoy my intense exploration. If she guessed it was the first time I touched a woman, it certainly didn't dampen the pleasure she seemed to enjoy. Diane slid from the windowsill and straddled my legs, facing me, as she sat in my lap. I let my hands ride a path up her thigh as she moved into place, but I didn't think fast enough to direct my hands underneath her shorts. It was all I could do to fathom the offering being made to me. The clock read 10:12. I was "stuck" for the entire night in a girl's room ... in a girl's dorm. I briefly wondered how much trouble I could get into. My heart rate was climbing. As Diane settled in my lap, my hands roamed around her hips and she allowed me to pull her into a soft embrace. I could not stop the pounding in my chest, as our lips tasted one another. Nor did I think my excitement could climb any higher, until I felt her hands undoing my pants between us; I couldn't stifle a groan. I felt such action on her part gave me permission to explore more fully. I tentatively reached for her breasts, ... tentatively, not because there remained any doubt, for there was none, but because I wanted to savor every instant of this virgin experience. I finally cupped her breasts delicately with my hands, and was momentarily frozen as sensations pulsed through the contact. I couldn't imagine what direct contact would be like without her bra and blouse. I pulled away from our kiss just so I could add visual sensation to the touch. My fingers nervously fumbled with the simple buttons of her blouse. I savored every revelation of her filled bra cups as they came into view. We stood together, and my pants fell even as I peeled her blouse down her arms. My member was rock hard and straining the fabric of my briefs, pulling the elastic band away from my waist. She seemed to want to see my shaft as badly as I wanted to see her breasts. I reached behind her in a hug to unhook her bra and she giggled. The back was smooth and I could find no hook. She gently pushed my shoulders back until she could see the longing in my eyes. Then she smiled as her fingers found the clasp in the front and suddenly the bra snapped open. I gasped, and slowly brought my hands up to pull her bra away from the most scrumptious sight I'd seen in my life. Carefully, as if her mounds could break, or handling them could damage her in some way, I pressed my fingers and then my palms against both breasts and moaned with the affect the contact had deep in my groin. When I looked back to her face, she was biting her lower lip and smiling with satisfaction. I broke our silence, "I didn't know bras could clasp in the front." "You -are- new to this, aren't you?" she exclaimed. But she clearly wasn't disappointed. I stepped out of my shoes without thinking. She had to work a little to get my briefs over my turgid member, but I hardly noticed as all my focus remained on her breasts. I couldn't get enough of them, and was impatient with the interruption caused by her removal of my shirt. However, upon realizing I was naked except for my socks, I gazed at the button of her shorts and realized I was behind in undressing my partner. I knew I was free to unveil that which I had never seen before. I unclasped the button and pulled the zipper down to reveal plain white underpants. I dropped to my knees and slowly pulled her pants down to expose her panties in full. Her legs were sooo smooth. I reached my fingers into the elastic at her hips and pulled her panties down. Her sex mound was graced with matching light brown hair that I found soft to the touch. I put my fingers against her fold, not knowing what to expect, and found they could be manipulated and pulled apart. My examination was like that of a child learning every detail of a new toy, fresh out of the wrapping paper. I looked for her reactions to each touch, and was raptured by every detail before me. It was a previously forbidden world, and I was ravished with hunger. I watched her body as she climbed into the top bunk. "Come on," she gestured. I followed with wide eyes and beating heart. I climbed into a position in front of her. For a moment, we each sat cross-legged, knee-to-knee, facing one another, drinking in the new sights of soft flesh and curves that begged to be touched and traced. Finally, I broke from staring at her breasts to read her face. She had been watching my intense focus and acknowledged my unspoken query with a giggle. I grinned and reached up to lift her breasts with a couple of fingers each. They were amazing. Each nipple stood straight out and was enclosed by a dark pink circle that I instinctively wanted to suck on. As I pressed my fingers against the full underside of each breast, they gave way like soft water balloons. I brushed my thumbs against her nipples and pushed them into the areolas. They were hard like pebbles, but they receded into the pliable breasts as I lightly pressed. When I allowed their freedom, they returned to their original positions, pointing right at me. I covered each breast with my palms and squeezed with my fingers. I moved my hands to the outsides of her breasts and pressed in a little, enhancing her cleavage. Her nipples seemed to poke out even more. I leaned forward and took a nipple in my mouth. My eyes closed as I melted into a dream. To position myself better, I moved my legs out from under me so that I was lying down with my torso supported on an arm to maintain my mouth at the level of her nipples. She followed suit and we ended up lying next to each other. She disengaged her breast from my mouth by scooting down a little, and I straightened up so we were even with one another. Our arms wrapped around each other and we joined in a kiss. Her breasts were pressed against my chest and I was suddenly aware of how close my shaft was to her sex. We continued to kiss and caress one another. After awhile, she sat up again and looked at my hard member. She looked back at me and I smiled. She took hold of it and moved my skin along the hard interior. I relaxed my head on her pillow and resigned myself to feeling. She squeezed a little. "Does that hurt?" she asked. "No. You can squeeze it as hard as you want," I informed her. "In fact, I don't believe you can squeeze it hard enough to hurt." She tried. I groaned with pleasure as she felt my shaft pulsate within her grasp. She touched it, caressed it, kissed it, and blew on it. Perhaps she was experiencing the same joy of exploration I had done with her breasts. I hoped she enjoyed my exploration as much as I was enjoying hers. It was nearly midnight as we lay in her top bunk having explored one another so thoroughly. Our lips were well acquainted, but as of yet, nothing had been penetrated other than our mouths. At numerous times during our foreplay, I experienced pain by the unsatisfied hardness of my member. It was a pain on the verge of pleasure, and I knew the final satisfaction would be explosive and wonderful. Having been hard for so long, I was more than ready to enter her womb and eliminate my own virginity. As I positioned myself between her legs during labored kissing, she broke the kiss and pressed my chest with her hands. Her face said "no" before she even spoke. "We can't go all the way," she said with a soft grin. "I have a boyfriend in Chicago I'm very serious about." I was dumbfounded with disbelieve. After all we had been through in such a short time, she expected me to sleep with her all night without … how could she. While I admittedly had no experience in such matters, I was certain this was not the norm. I pleaded with my eyes, but held my tongue. She had given me so much already. I was "in love" … infatuated beyond belief and the ability to make sound judgment. How could she love another? So I hugged her while my shaft buried itself between her closed legs, only inches from heaven. In the back of my mind, I figured if I gave her enough foreplay, eventually she might give in. In the meantime, I would simply enjoy every inch of her body. College Education: Advanced Class This story continues where "College Education" left off. For those who enjoyed Ben's first lesson, you should appreciate his expanded curriculum as well. For those who have not read "College Education," you will find it introduces Ben's wonderful innocence (perhaps unbelievable to some of you, but true) and some of Diane's promiscuous nature. Be advised, however, that this writer generally prefers erotica to porn … feelings and emotions are paramount. If you're looking for straight, in-your-face sex, you may wish to look elsewhere. If you decide to read on, I hope you enjoy one of the greatest lessons of my life. I concluded my first intercourse with the thought that it doesn't get any better than this. But I was wrong. Silly. My hand was indeed in her hand as we walked to my dorm for a change of clothes to go out. The clasped hands were even swinging a little as we glanced at each other and grinned from time to time. I didn't know what to say, and Diane simply enjoyed my giddiness. For me, it was a wonderful dream-come-true, better than anything I had ever imagined, and I had imagined quite a bit. As we turned the corner into the Quad, I became a little more sober. I was aware of the scrutiny we would undergo from the eyes of many cadets. "PDA" I heard Diane whisper in my ear. "PDA?" I looked at her as my hand stiffened a little to arrest the swinging of our clasped hands. "Public display of affection," she giggled. "It's against the rules, for you." She held my hand loosely, but she didn't let go, leaving the decision to me. She seemed to enjoy the forbidden. In defiance of such a rule, I clasped her hand a little firmer, but I didn't swing it as we continued our original pace. The sky was almost dark, but the Quad was well lit. As we entered the main thoroughfare, I felt a surge of daring and gave Diane a delayed response. "PDA … you mean like this …" I swung around and embraced Diane while planting a kiss on her lips. My right hand remained clasped in hers; my left hand enjoyed a light caress of the curve above her hip. "Hmm, yes," Diane answered with a look of delighted surprise as we broke the kiss. "I believe that is definitely PDA." There wasn't much activity on the Quad, but we were immediately approached by an upperclassman. "Fish," he called out to me. I came to attention, whipped out my hand from Diane's clasp into the expected position to greet an upperclassman, and declared according to proper fish etiquette, "Howdy, Fish Smith is my name, Sir." "Drop it," the upperclassman ordered as he glanced at Diane and then turned back to me. "Do you know you're not supposed to engage in a public display of affection with your girl while in uniform or on the Quad?" "Uh, no Sir," I lied partially. I didn't know the rule, exactly, or it's specific guidelines. "What's considered a 'public display of affection?'" "Kissing certainly is," he shot back. "I recommend no touching whatsoever." "Yes Sir," I responded. "Now, take off," he ordered. As I turned toward Diane, I thought the upperclassman was rude for not having addressed her at all. He should at least have apologized to her for the intrusion. But Diane was smiling so broadly, it was obvious she enjoyed the banter. "Don't worry," she grinned. "You'll be an upperclassman soon enough. Besides, he probably never gets any." She laughed lightly, and I couldn't help but grin as well. The Quad had twelve four-story dormitories and a cafeteria dedicated to the corps. The band dormitory was next to the practice building at the far end of the Quad from the main campus. As we walked the length of the Quad, our previously clasped hands kept bumping one another and rubbing against each other. Even this simple touch was tantalizing, perhaps partly because it was forbidden. It was Friday evening, and almost everyone was out and about somewhere, but there were a few guys talking in the hallway that noticed me take Diane into my room. I didn't know where my roommate was, but the room was empty and I figured he was out for a while. Diane started to undress me and I wondered if we might do more than change my clothes as I felt the familiar stirring within my groin. "Hold on a moment," I suggested. I went to my closet and retrieved my uniform tie. I opened the door, and proceeded to tie a "fish knot" and pull it tight around the doorknob. "What's that for?" Diane enquired. "This will ensure our privacy," I answered. I shut the door, with the tie proudly hanging from the knob in the hallway, and returned to Diane for my undressing. As she unbuttoned my buttons, I started to unbutton hers as well. "What are you doing?" she grinned. "You're the one changing clothes, not me." "I thought I would have a little fun while you dress me," and I ran a hand within the unbuttoned blouse and cupped a breast through her bra. "If you do that, we might not go out at all," she noted. "Hmm. Would that be okay?" I popped the front clasp on her bra, like an old pro now. We silently undressed one another. As she was unzipping my pants, someone walked past my room and let out a "whooop." Another whoop and holler followed shortly thereafter by another passerby. For those of you who have considered the consequences of a "fish knot" on the doorknob, you are correct. As I pulled Diane's pink panties down over her thighs, the door burst open with a loud, "HOWDY!" It was quickly shut again, as I kneeled before Diane agitated by the interruption. Diane rummaged her fingers in my short hair and drew my attention back to her. I slid the panties completely off and ran my hands up and down her smooth legs with my face inches from her enclosed jewel. There was a soft knock on the door. "Fish Smith," someone called, with apology evidenced in his voice. "May we see you for a moment, please." I looked at Diane who shrugged, causing her exposed breasts to jiggle in front of me. "Be right there," I answered. I got up, grabbed a robe from my closet, and headed into the hallway. There were several guys talking half way down the hall, and one of them called me over. "Fish Smith. You have a fish knot tied to your door," the junior officer announced the obvious. "Yes Sir," I replied, not yet getting it. "Why?" he asked me with total sincerity. "Because I have a girl with me, and we don't want to be disturbed." The other guys cracked up. Please understand; I wasn't dumb. At the end of this same semester, I was awarded a "distinguished student" award for my academic achievements. But, as my wife tells me everyday, I seem to lack a certain common sense. This is just one example. Add to that a dose of inexperience and gullibility, and you have the equivalent of stupidity at some of the most awkward moments. So the junior officer continued, "But why don't you have your door locked?" Still logically reasoning, I answered, "Because I knew the fish knot would tell everyone not to intrude." This elicited a roar of laughter from the group around me. "At least, I thought it would," I added lamely. The junior officer broke into a smile for a moment and then recomposed himself. "Fish Smith. The fish knot is a joke." He looked to me for understanding. As I began to get it, he added, "Go take the knot off the door, and lock it." "Yes Sir," I answered to another chorus of laughter. As I walked back to my room and untied the knot, anger began to well up inside. Why can't people just say what they mean? The truth is, I was mad at myself for being so gullible and stupid. "What's wrong?" Diane asked from under the sheets of my top bunk bed. I told her how stupid her 'knight in shining armor' was. She just smiled and said, "Not stupid … just honest and innocent." "And gullible!" I exclaimed. "You're just the way I like you," she soothed my temper and invited me to join her in the bed. I smiled a brief smile and put the robe away. I had to relinquish my self-appraisal in order to warm up to her praise. Knowing how much I loved to look at her body, and the fact that the door was now locked, she pulled the sheets aside and revealed herself to me. I knew how fortunate I was as my eyes roamed over her body. Her curves were so soft, and I wanted nothing more than to caress her from head to toe. I climbed into the narrow bed beside her, briefly thinking it would be hell to get made up properly again before the next inspection, and then thought about all Diane had given me. "I'm not only gullible," I said, "I'm selfish." "What makes you say that?" Diane asked. "Because all my focus has been on my own pleasure. You have given me everything." I admitted, both to Diane and to myself. "Then it's time for your next lesson," she spoke sensually. "The greatest pleasure is derived by giving pleasure to your partner. That is why I loved giving to you so much. You were easy to please and you appreciated what I gave. That only fed my own arousal, and served to please myself." I thought of how I had touched her, breathed in her ear, and nibbled on her breasts. She had moaned and sounded pleased. Was there more? "I … don't know how to please a woman," I confessed a little uneasily. "For someone who has no experience, you do quite well," she offered. "Now tell me, when you see my breasts, what do you think about?" I looked at her pert nipples jutting toward me and swaying as I settled on the bed beside her. "I want to feel the soft flesh against my fingers, and enjoy those nipples in my mouth." "Exactly," she smiled. "Your focus is on your own feelings, what feels good to you. Often that works for both of us, but have you ever thought about what it feels like for me when you touch my soft flesh and run your tongue around my nipples?" "A little," I thought about it, "out of curiosity, I guess." "And when you play with my breasts, what happens inside you?" she continued. "I feel a strong urge in my shaft, and want to plunge inside of you," I giggled as a release to the strong emotion that accompanied that thought. "And that's how most guys feel," she smiled. "But most women need more time. Therefore, if you are focused on your own needs, you will satisfy yourself before your female partner is ready. But if you focus on satisfying her desires, you will experience a lengthy foreplay that will have both of you climaxing in ecstasy greater than the enjoyment of satisfying only yourself." I was visibly absorbing every word as she began to talk about her pleasure spots, and various ways of exciting them. She lay me down, and did things to me she liked to have done to her. One of the most interesting was to caress the small of her back just above her buttocks. Lightly rubbing that small indention caused her to moan with delight. It seemed to sensitize her sexual feelings. "You already have a wonderfully light touch," she said. "The key is to learn from your partner's reactions what pleases them, and always focus on pleasing your partner above your own desires. In so doing, you reap greater rewards for yourself." Already my arousal was aching as we talked and I witnessed her reactions to various stimuli. But I had heard enough for now and desired to experiment and experience. So I stopped her talking with an urgent kiss. At first, it melted into a nice soft kiss, but I began to think of what it must feel like to her. I ran my fingers through her hair and rolled my tongue around hers. Trying to feel what she was feeling was turning me on more than ever, and I ran my other fingers along the small of her back. When she moaned into our kiss, I took that as a reward. I wanted to make her feel so aroused, that she would loose control. I found that nibbling on her neck, with an occasional hot breath in her ear brought tremendous response. She moaned and moved her body as if she was about to pull away because she couldn't take too much. She seemed to like having a little pressure applied to her nipples between my tongue and upper teeth. Lightly pulling the nipples away from her soft mounds made her fingers dig into my back and drove me crazy. Of course, the right attention to her erect gem brought great rewards as she thrashed about beneath me. As I worked my tongue around her clit, I 'listened' to her body shake beneath my hands as they held onto her hips. I felt her juices flow and smelled the strong aroma of her sex. When she wanted more, her legs spread wider, giving me better access. When it was almost too much for her, her legs came together, pinching my face and restricting my administration. I rolled my tongue around the little nub between her swollen lips and felt her body tremble and her legs tighten. Instead of backing off, I grazed the hard nub with my teeth and reached my hands to her breasts, twisting both her nipples between my fingers and pulling slightly. I found my mouth accumulating her abundant juices and had to swallow to make room for a breath. Even that simple movement seemed to enhance her climb as her legs strained against my ears. Suddenly, her moans gave way to a legible word. "Now!" she gasped. "I need you inside!" It wasn't until that moment I realized how much my shaft ached. As I climbed up her body, her knees came up along side my torso. My hard member reached her entrance, and her legs spread for a moment, inviting me inside. My shaft felt her searing heat as I entered easily between her folds and through the small hole the clamped upon me, forcing a grunt from my throat. For a moment, my focus shifted to my own need. But as I looked into her crazed eyes, I felt her walls grip my member and I refocused on her pleasure once more. I was determined to make this experience last longer than my first penetration only two hours earlier. I started to increase my thrusts quickly, but felt my balls tighten too soon. So I backed off to a steady pace. "Yes!" she breathed, and it seemed all my pent-up energies remained within my hard shaft, not receding, but not going further until I relaxed the dam I held against it. I'm sure the fact that this was my second climax in the same evening allowed me to hold on for a considerable length of time, but I'm also certain my efforts to focus on Diane's climax was a key factor as well. When her whimper broke out into song, and her whole body began to shake uncontrollably, and my thrust met with tighter resistance than any time previously, I couldn't hold the tide back any longer. I nearly cried as I buried my shaft deep within and held on with everything left within me. At first, I shot loads of hot liquid within her, but then her canal rolled along my shaft, milking it until there was no longer anything left as I panted. I tried not to drop my weight on her as I collapsed, rolling with her to one side with my shaft slowly receding from her sheath. Small curls of hair were matted to the sides of her face as she smiled with total contentment. "Thank you, oh thank you," she whispered with heavy breathing still evident. She reached up and ran her fingers along my cheek. "You are a wonderful student!" she proclaimed. Since that day, I have learned that each woman has her own set of stimuli that will drive her to the brink and beyond. Not everything that works with one will work with another. But the process of leaning to please a woman so I can satisfy her needs above my own has always given me the most intense satisfaction. I hope you enjoyed. If you agree with the lesson I learned, then perhaps you'll vote a high rating for this story. In any case, I always appreciate positive feedback. Thanks. College Education ~ * ~ This next morning I woke up with Diane in my arms. Our foreheads were touching, and her breasts rested upon my chest, but my shaft was limp right next to her in the long absence of stimulation. As I thought about it and viewed the gorgeous body before me, it began to respond again. However, the pressure it elicited made me realize my bladder was full. "Diane," I whispered in her ear, "I need to use the restroom." "Oops," she said, as she opened her eyes to the light of day. "There's no men's room in the girls dorm. What time is it?" "Almost 10:30," I answered with a look at her clock. "Good! Because boys weren't allowed until 10 a.m. But now, you can go to the commons next door." I climbed out of bed, dressed as fast as I could and made my way down the stairs. As I got to the ground floor, I noticed a girl poking her head into a room with her light green underwear-clad butt sticking into the hallway. Just as I realized my good fortune, she heard me and ducked into the room. Presumably, it was better to be seen by whoever was in that room than by a male stranger coming down the steps. I kicked myself for not being more quite as I passed the closed door to that room and made my way to the commons just outside the dorm. What an education I was getting at college! ~ * ~ We spent the rest of that weekend and several others memorizing and enjoying one another's bodies, and one another's company. Diane was a very intelligent biochemical engineering student in her second year of college. She had a wonderful sense of humor, a compassionate spirit, and confidence in the direction she was taking her life. As we neared my birthday in October, I hinted at my obvious birthday wish. Actually, I was beginning to think I would never enter that sweet pussy with anything other than my fingers. (I honestly had never considered a person using their tongue … the term 'oral sex' was not yet in my vocabulary, and Diane never mentioned it.) There was one instrument I had that I knew was made for her. But living with a perpetual hard-on at the entrance to its fullest release was better than nothing. On the other hand, I suppose I could have simply explored other relationships that might result in more fulfillment. But no. I liked this girl for all the right reasons above and beyond a simple physical attraction. So I held on to hope and enjoyed an easy release after each intimate moment we shared. ~ * ~ On the weekend before my birthday, I was in Diane's room eyeing her with my usual self-interest. She had already taken a shower in anticipation of my arrival, and wore a skirt with a pink blouse. She smiled broadly as she sat at her desk and worked to finish some homework ... on Friday evening no less. I admired her for it, but I was ready to play and decided to find ways to distract her. I laid down with my back to the floor and pushed my head between the legs of her chair, then between her legs. Her pleated, knee-length skirt hung off the edge of her chair. She had not added shoes and socks since taking her shower, and her legs were bare and smooth. She must have shaved as well. I decided to start with her clean feet. I scooted a little more and placed her feet on my shoulders. She giggled a little and playfully asked, "What are you doing?" "Just looking for my present," I replied. I began to caress the top of her feet. "Hmm. I don't think you're going to find it down there." I lifted one foot off my shoulder and moved it sideways till it rested in front of my lips. I kissed the ball of her big toe, then popped it into my mouth. "Ben!" she squealed. It turned out this was a very sensitive area for Diane. My thumb messaged the arch of her foot as I tended to each toe in turn. It was obvious she was not getting any more work done. From the grunts she tried to muffle, and the quivering tenseness in her foot, she seemed to be just hanging on. I began to lick between each toe. "OK!" she finally interrupted. "Ok." She pulled her feet under the chair to relative safety. As she got quite again, I realized she may have just been looking for a good place to stop her homework, but I didn't let up. I reached down and grabbed her left foot with both hands. As I regained control of a single foot, I worked my thumb along the valleys of the soul of her foot. "Alright!" she exclaimed as she tried to pull her feet further away. She made it clear she was stopping immediately as she closed her book and worked the chair back along my legs. When the chair was almost over my feet, she stopped moving it backwards and suddenly dropped to her knees on either side of my hips. I was trapped beneath her straddling legs, and her pleated skirt draped around us. I could not see beneath the skirt to that which rested on top of my growing member. It was a major turn-on. She smiled at gaining the upper hand. "You want you're birthday present, huh?" I raised my brows and eagerly shook my head in the affirmative. She scooted back and reached under the front of her skirt to undo my pants. "Where is your roommate?" I asked with some urgency. "She's out … for a bit." Diane smiled her wonderful playful smile. "So, what do you have in mind?" I asked as my member quickly grew during its escape. Diane didn't answer. She just smiled and kept undressing us while I lay on the floor. Once we were both nude, she pulled me up and led me up to her bed. "You're teasing me again," I said as I quickly embraced her and began a sensuous kiss. She put me on my back and began to kiss my whole body from feet to head, attending to several sensitive areas along the way. When she got to my forehead, she straddled my stomach with her silky smooth legs. She looked down at me, and her hair fell around my head like a curtain. Her bright smile was a big as ever, and she reached down to engage our lips and our tongues. While she was focused on our kiss, my member was throbbing just beneath her entrance. I tried to will myself inside her. I stretched my feet against the bed in a vain attempt to scoot slightly up her body from beneath. In my ignorance, I thought perhaps I could begin to enter her without her knowing it. Our kissing became more passionate. We were breathing hard as if working out. The passion grew to a feverish pitch and I strained my body toward her. There was a sense of desperateness in my behavior as if I had to find a way inside, or die trying. While dancing my tongue around hers, I suddenly realized her shoulders were lower upon me, and her breasts bore down on my chest. She seemed to have moved down some, for I was certain I had not succeeded in moving up any. I broke our kiss and looked at her. She saw the question in my face before I reasoned with logic. "You can't be that far down," I said. "Umm, hmm," she smiled. "But … you would have to … I would have to be -in- you," I reasoned as I strained to feel her around my shaft. "Umm, hmm," she answered again. "No way!" I answered. "I would feel it." At that moment, she pushed horizontally toward the foot of the bed. Suddenly, my shaft was rotated at the base within her lower lips and the head of my throbbing member was pressed against the inner wall of a human vice grip. "Oh! Oh!" I tried to catch my breath. My chest shot up, my hands gripped the mattress, my head snapped back, and I took in a rush of air before my balls exploded through my shaft. A moment later, before the second wave, I gasped for more air and sighed with a long "Ooooh." I could never have imagined such a thing. "Happy Birthday!" Diane exclaimed. "Oh, wow." I was still riding high. "Oooh, man. But … -you're- not satisfied," I said with concern. "There wasn't enough time." "With all the foreplay we had? I was as ready as you were," she assured me. "That was incredible!" I contemplated the height we had just reached, but I had to ask. "But, what about your boyfriend … in Chicago?" "I don't know," she said. Then she smiled and added, "That's my concern. At the moment, I think I'm falling in love." She relaxed on top of me and I wrapped my arms around her as she fell asleep. My dad said I needed a college education. He was right! It doesn't get any better than this, I thought, as I closed my eyes in ecstasy.