A Wasp Sting and a Bottle of Water

t was a very hot Thursday in Tennessee in late August. I was sweating, my t-shirt and shorts were soaked and I was very thirsty. I was mowing the lawn for a woman who lived about 4 miles from the campus of the small Christian college I attended, something I had done for the last 2 years, starting late in my freshman year and continuing on now while just starting my junior year. It was a good job for me, not taking too much time from my studies, getting me outdoors and she paid me well enough I would not starve to death. The food on campus was mostly appalling.

My employer had me do all manner of things around her yard. She loved flower gardens and had 3 separate areas that needed constant weeding, watering and care. I mowed her lawn, which was a 2 acre rectangle, kept the long pavered driveway free of weeds, and essentially whatever other chores she came up with on any given day. Her ex-husband was an architect and had been involved in the design of severable notable skyscrapers in the Houston area, pictures of which I had seen. They were quite impressive structures, one 56 stories and featured in several magazines. The house was one he had designed and was of a modern style, unlike all of the surrounding homes.

He and Glenda had been divorced for two years however, after he had apparently had an affair, something which Glenda let slip one afternoon about a year ago. She did not talk much about her personal life with me and of course, why should she? She treated me well, but other than coming out a few times to show me how to do something or spur me on to work faster when I was slouching from the heat, we did not interact a great deal.

My work ethic was actually good but I still could find myself moving at a glacial pace in the heat and humidity of a late Tennessee summer. I decided it was time for a drink. I rode my bike to her house each workday in spite of having an old Dodge Aspen I inherited from my mother. Typically, Glenda had me work Tuesdays and Thursdays and if she wanted something extra done, I would also work an occasional Saturday. I had a cooler I kept on my bike with drinks and headed over.

Standing in the shade for a minute and opening a bottle of cheap club soda, I noticed the gate to the pool was open slightly. Glenda's husband had built a very nice pool with an outdoor kitchen and hot tub. I had on occasion seen Glenda use it on the days I was working but she always managed to come and go from there to the house without me seeing her. In my interactions with her, she was either dressed nicely like she was going out to shop or she was in baggy clothes, so though I thought she was a very pretty lady with a lovely face, I did not know what her body looked like, something I certainly thought of from time to time. As I drank my water, I thought back to my first sexual experience in college.

When I left home for college, I had only been on 2 dates and both were more or less disasters in my mind. In spite of being fairly outgoing and having a variety of friends both at church and at school, my parents firmly discouraged dating, saying it could lead to fornication and other sins. When the 18 year old daughter of one our church members got caught in her house having sex with her boyfriend and then found out she was pregnant, it was a scandal on the scale of Watergate in our little world. The girl and the family were ostracized and ended up leaving the church.

My parents always reminded me and my siblings of this and the oppressive atmosphere at home became even more so. As the baby in the family, I learned from my siblings that once you left home, make whatever plans were necessary to never go back. We loved our parents and they worked hard to take care of us but their strict rules were suffocating. Therefore, all of us learned to get jobs even while in school and save money like we had to buy our way out of the gulag.

None of their rules however, prevented any of us children from responding the prodding our our hormones and pursuing the opposite sex. I am convinced had my parents known what our thoughts were, what we read about, and what we talked about amongst ourselves and our friends, they would have immediately had fatal cerebral infarctions. I could not wait to find a girl that was willing to sexually experiment with me. When I drove off for college, I stopped at the first town I had never been to before and drove to a drug store where I bought a couple of packages of condoms. Hope springs eternal!

My experiences thus far at college however, had not resulted in the opportunity to tear open one of those little foil packages. In the 2 years I had been here, I had one girl come on to me heavily. She was slightly plump for my tastes but had a pretty face. She was a bit cloying and perhaps slightly annoying as well, but I gave the relationship my best shot. We went to some movies together and out to eat a couple of times as well. I was always a gentleman, opening doors, letting her talk and letting her set the pace.

Her name was Tina and one night after eating dinner on campus and going to the campus movie, we left the film and went walking on campus. To my surprise that night, she led me not back to her dorm but to the baseball field on the far side of campus and then across the road to an abandoned retail store. In the back of the store, a yard surrounded by a fence, she led me to place where the fencing was separated from the pole and we went inside the yard. There were two fold up chairs leaning against the wall and she opened one up.

Turning to me, she said very matter of factly, "I want to kiss you."

On campus, public displays of affection were prohibited and getting caught could actually lead to expulsion, so all of my friends had to find ways to be with their girls out of sight. I had not heard of this place as being on anyone's list of make out spots. I felt very safe however, as we had not passed a soul on our journey here.

As my dick began to harden in my pants at the thought of kissing Tina, I said, "I would like to kiss you too. I have for a long time," I said somewhat breathily as my heart was racing.

With considerable lack of finesse and considerable excess of awkwardness, we managed to get our lips together. I must confess, that in spite of bumping heads and bruising our lips, we managed to make that first kiss last at least 20 seconds. I decided to try and help things out by taking her hips in my hands and pulling her closer, making the deed considerably safer and more enjoyable. We experimented for another ten minutes, both using our hands on each other to steady ourselves.

This was the first time I had really kissed a girl and I was liking it a lot. She smelled good and she had put some kind of strawberry lip balm on which I had completely cleaned off of her. We pulled each other closer and I felt her rather substantial rack pressing into my chest and the song, 'Night Moves' by Bob Seger started playing in my head, especially the line about "points of her own, way up firm and high.' My focus at this point was on the sexual part of the relationship and my cock was already aching.

With our hands at each other's backs, neither of us having gone groping, Tina pulled back and said softly, "This is nice. I have never kissed a boy before, but I have wanted to for a long time."

"It is my first kiss too. I tired before," I said with a bit of a smirk, "But it did not work out so well for me."

I had taken a slap to the face for my effort with a girl from church in my senior year and lived in fear of her telling her parents who would tell my parents who would kill me in my eighteenth year of life. Thank God, she never did. I assume.

"You can try again," Tina said quickly. We kissed some more, becoming, at least in my head, somewhat more skilled at it.

My hands decided on their own to explore new territory and though my brain tried to hinder them, they overcame the inhibitions and found their way to her ass. In so doing, I pulled her closer, a handful of her very firm and delightful cheeks in each hand. This had the unintended consequence of bringing our groins into full contact. This was contact I immediately enjoyed as my jean covered erection pressed against her thin, cotton, knee length dress.

She immediately stopped kissing me and my brain instantaneously stoked the fires of fear, and almost as quickly put the flames out when she whispered to me, "That feels nice. Both sides. I am guessing you like what you feel?"

That question was delivered with a bit of hesitancy, perhaps because, as she had previously hinted, she had some self image issues because of her weight (she was 152 lbs and 5 foot 5).

"I am loving what I feel, Tina. You are beautiful and you have a great butt, if you will pardon me for saying so."

"Thank you. I am liking what I am feeling too," she said somewhat demurely.

"What exactly are you feeling?" I asked.

"I was referring to something I am not touching with my hands," she said with a slight hitch in her voice.

Given the rigid state of my penis, my 20 year old hormone levels, the fact that my chances to relieve myself being few and far between in college, I found my mouth opening and the question, "Would you like to touch it with your hand?" spilling from my mouth to my horror, assuming immediately I was going to get slapped again.

"Welllll.... I want to but I am not sure. What if we get caught?"

"Welllll..... We did not pass anyone on our walk over and I have not heard any sign of civilization since we have been here, only birds, and we have been here for a good twenty minutes. I think it might be safe. We sure can't do it on campus."

Tina rolled her bottom lip in, biting it gently between her teeth and then, licking her lips, drew her right hand slowly around my waist where it had been resting and in fact, kneading my buttock like I had been hers, and then she gently placed it on my aching cock. It felt heavenly to me.

Hoping for more, I asked in a whisper, "Can I feel your breasts."

To my astonishment, having said somewhat throatily, "I want you to," she turned around and added, "Unzip me."

Without hesitation, I pulled the zipped down to its stop at her waist, her brassiere strap exposed to me along with her lovely bare skin. My cock was straining against my khakis. Turning back around, she reached up and pulled the top of her dress down, freeing her arms from the short sleeves and then pulled the bra straps down her arms and the cups down to expose what proved to be to me, al least, a magnificent pair of 19 year old breasts. Looking at these beautiful mounds, the first live ones I had ever gazed upon, I was immediately smitten with lust.

Without asking, I reached out to touch her, one hand on each breast, feeling their weight in my hand, the smooth skin warm and inviting. I touched her left nipple with my right hand, rubbing it between my fingers and very gingerly pinching it.

"Can I kiss you there?" I asked, looking into her eyes, I am sure with my deepest and most lustful thoughts on display to her.

She merely nodded, but reached out with her right hand to fondle my cock again. Wasting no time, I bent forward and kissed her right on her left nipple. The smell of her skin almost made me cum in my pants. Not knowing exactly what to do, I kissed her repeatedly and then i began to lick her nipple with my tongue which made her moan.

Pushing me away after a moment, to my initial dismay, she then said, "I want to feel you too."

A bit of uncertainty clouded my mind, not knowing if she was asking me to take of my shirt or pull down my pants. I wanted to pull down my pants infinitely more that I wanted to take off my shirt so that is what I embarked on. I unbuttoned the top of my pants and unzipped them and then very slowly, I don't know why, since I was in a hurry for her to touch me, I pulled my underwear and pants down together, exposing my erection to the moon light and the warm, humid air. Never before had my penis been thus exposed in its current rigid state.

She too did not ask permission, but grasped me gently with her right hand and scooted closer to me, leaning in for a kiss on the lips. Her hand felt wonderful on my cock she knew enough to stroke me. I was uncertain if her intention was to make me cum but I knew with far more certainty that I was very close. I parted from her lips, wanting to kiss her breasts again and to feel them some more. One hand fondled one and the other received my oral attentions. Both of us reacted to the other's stimulus with rising respiratory and heart rates. My heart felt as though it was hammering its way out of my chest, a brief picture of the Alien movie coursing incongruously through my consciousness.

"Your penis is getting wet," she stated, as much an interrogatory as a declarative.

"It is pre-cum, like when your pussy gets wet when you are aroused. It is natures way of saying I am aroused and I want to have you and it makes it easier for me to be inside you."

"So you mean you like what we are doing?"

"I love what we are doing. Do you?"

"You are making me feel really good. I never knew that what you are doing to my nipples would make me feel almost like when I touch myself down there."

"Want me to keep going?" I asked, trying to be gentlemanly.

"Please. I like it."

Without further hesitation, I went back to sucking on her nipples and licking them. The smell of my saliva on her skin was driving me crazy and I felt like I was going to cum soon. She, for her part, was moaning and cooing softly and almost languorously stroking my dick, apparently firmly caught up in the her own sensations. Her slow and gentle strokes however still were nevertheless driving me ever closer to a violent eruption.

I had just pulled on her right nipple, somewhat harder than perhaps I intended whilst at the same time, gently taking her left nipple in my teeth. She cried out, at first I thought in pain and I stopped until she immediately said, "Do that again!"

I followed her commands immediately, pinching, pulling and biting not only her nipples but the skin of her breast as well. Realizing she was enjoying it was the final stimulus for me and I began to ejaculate. My penis was up against her abdomen and so the full ejaculate was spent on her white cotton dress. It was a lot! I had never felt so good. Cumming at the hands of someone else for the first time is certainly one of the most memorable of human experiences.

My orgasm stole my attention from her momentarily and she commanded me again, "Don't stop!"

I felt her hand, now slick with my cum, still slowly stroking my still erect shaft and I went back to nibbling her breasts. Not many nibbles and licks and pulls later, she had an orgasm. It was not as intense as mine it seemed but she seemed extremely satisfied and she told me with a heaving chest, "I did not know you could cum like that."

We stepped back a short distance from each other and we both surveyed her dress and her hand. She had globs of my cum on both. "Oh my God, how am I going to clean this up? I have to get back into the dorm. I had no idea there would be this much cum. You should have told me, Rob."

"I am sorry. It felt so good and came on so fast and I did not want to stop. We will figure something out. Maybe if we get your whole front wet with water, like you spilled it on you, it won't be obvious."

She ignored that as she held her hand up and sniffed my cum. "It smells like Clorox. I bet I smell like that now too," she said with some anger. "How am I going to get back in the dorm without someone catching me? This is all your fault."

"Listen, I am sorry but we can do something to make it less noticeable," I said while pulling my pants back up and getting zipped and buttoned up.

"Just leave me alone. I will figure it out. Just leave me alone. I don't know why I let you do that to me."

"Please let me walk you back to campus. We can go in the back library rear door and you can go in the girls' room there and clean up. Use some some and if someone asks, say you spilled pasta sauce on your dress and cleaned it up with Clorox in the bathroom."

"No! Just leave. Go now!" she said with a raised voice.

At that, I turned and left. I felt sick and conflicted about experiencing something that was so great, I thought for both of us, and then having it turn to shit. I went back to the dorm and my room mate was not it so I got a shower and went to bed. I could not study. The next morning, I told my roommate, Jon, what had happened the night before.

"Dude! You got a hand job! Way to go!"

"But she went nuts; she was pissed. She surely knows what happens when you make a guy cum and she had my dick right on her dress. I don't know what to do when I see her again."

Hey, it is not on you. You gave her an orgasm, you did not force her to do anything, and you offered her a solution to what she thought was a problem. There is nothing else for you to do. I say you avoid her like the plague. Sounds like trouble to me."

I followed Jon's advice. I was always polite to her on campus when our paths crossed but we never hung out again and she acted like it never happened. Later in life, I assumed she was just ashamed and decided to deal with that by avoidance. I don't think she had anything to be ashamed of and I hoped she found happiness. I for my part decided to forever put my lust on the back burner till I knew I was in a safe situation with someone that shared my desires.

With that reverie closed out, I prepared to guzzle the last half of my water bottle and as I raised the bottle to my mouth, I had a horrible pain hit me on my left thigh and then on my right arm. I spilled the rest of the bottle right down the front of my shirt, soaking both it and my shorts. Realizing immediately that I had just been stung, and having seen the culprits, a hive of wasps, I involuntarily let out a scream.

I have an anaphylactic reaction to wasp venom since being stung several times while mowing the grass at home several years ago. I ended up in the ER pumped full of epinephrine, an experience I seriously wanted to evermore avoid. Since then, I had taken desensitization shots but still had to carry an epi-pen and Benadryl. My scream alerted Glenda who had been sunbathing by the pool and she appeared with a pink sarong around her waist but her bikini top uncovered. I looked up at her as I was digging through my bike pack to find the sting kit.

"What is the matter, Rob?"

"Mrs. Gary. I was stung by some wasps and I am allergic to them. I need to take my shot and take some pills."

I found my kit and opened it, but my hands were shaking badly an I dropped it on the ground. Mrs. Gary picked up the kit and immediately sprang into action. She located the the alcohol wipe and used it to clean my left shoulder. She then popped the cap off of the epi-pen and after looking at the picture instructions, jammed it against my shoulder. I heard and felt the pop as the adrenaline was injected into my shoulder gave a shudder of relief. My hands were still shaking.

"I still need to take the pills but I spilled the rest of my water. Can you refill it for me, please?"

"Don't worry about the bottle. Come in the house. You need to lie down and I will get you something to take the pills and then call 911."

She immediately took me by the arm and led me towards the house.

"I don't think we need to call 911. This happened 2 years ago and I was fine after the shots and the pills and that time I got three stings. This time it was just two. Plus I had shots every week for 3 months to keep my reaction from being as severe."

"Okay. We will see."

Her house was cool and I immediately noticed, immaculate. She led me to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, grabbed a carafe of water and poured it into what I would later learn was a Baccarat glass. I took the pills but my hands were still shaking.

"You need to get those wet clothes off and lie down. Come over here to the couch."

She had a large fluffy blanket draped over the back of the couch. She spread that on the oversized white leather seating area.

"Take your shirt off."

Hesitantly, I obeyed.

"Take those wet shorts of too."

Now that was not going to happen without a protest. "I am okay. I don't need to take them off."

"Yes you do. You are shivering and shaking. You don't have anything I have not seen before. Now take them off. I will dry them for you so you will have something to wear when you leave."

With more reluctance, I stripped off the soaking wet shorts, leaving me in my tighty whitey Froot of the Looms. Needless to say, I was somewhat embarrassed.

She took my clothes and said, "I will be back in a minute. I want you to lie down." She covered me with a blanket that was draped on the back of the couch.

She disappeared and returned a few minutes later with some ointment. By that time, I was not shaking near as much and actually was getting almost too warm under the blanket. I pulled it off of my chest, leaving my waist and legs covered.

Glenda Gary was, I guessed, about 40 years old and today for the first time, I had seen her upper body clad only in a bikini top. She looked spectacular. She had a firm, muscled stomach and an amazing breast profile. A well toned, tanned leg peeked out from a slit in the sarong and as she stood next to me, I could not help but take a visual tour from toe to head as she struggled slightly to get the tube of ointment open. This proved to be a mistake, I thought, as my cock began its inexorable path to full tumescence. I should have been thinking about baseball, a sport I despised.

"Scoot over a bit," she said and sat next to me on the couch after I complied. Having her this close, clad as she was, made my dick try to bounce up and down in my underwear.

"Oh, I can see where he got you on the shoulder." She put on a pair of reading glasses and bent close to my shoulder to inspect the wound. Since it was my right shoulder which was against the back of the couch, she had bent across me and her right breast was almost on my face. "I don't see a stinger."

"I don't think wasps leave stingers behind. Bees do."

"Well, I guess you would know," she said with a smile. "I am going to put some antibiotic ointment on your sting."

She squeezed a bit on her finger and then, inexplicably, placed her left hand on my bare chest and used her right index finger to run in the ointment. This made my unruly member get even harder, the touch of her hand to me an erotic stimulus.

"Now let me see the one on your leg," she commanded me.

She moved to throw back the blanket, but I put a hand on it to stop her, perhaps somewhat too frantically.

"Oh no. It is okay. It does not hurt much now," I said, trying to act manly and nonchalant, but i fear failing miserably.

"No honey, I need to treat it too. I don't want you to get infected, especially not while working for me."

With than, she managed to pull the blanket from my hand and tossed it up against the couch. In doing so, she exposed my erection, my penis flat against my abdomen as I liked it (I could never stand it flopping around inside boxer shorts). The shorts of that day were not long waisted and though I am probably six inches at most when erect, i still poked out of the top, a cm or so of my swollen glans exposed.

If she saw my aroused state, she made no sign of it and promptly found the other sting site. She placed her warm hand on my left thigh, very near the bottom of my underwear, and then rubbed the ointment on the sting. During the application process, I took the opportunity to as furtively as possible, ogle her most attractive female form. I figured I might as well since my erection was already out in the open.

When she finished, she wiped her fingers on a tissue and then asked me how I was feeling.

"Thanks. I feel a lot better now. The epi makes your heart race like your are running a 100 yard dash but that is wearing off now. The Benadryl just makes me kinda lazy. I don't get sleepy like some people do."

"Well, I want you to stay still and rest till we make sure you are completely okay. I still would like to take you to the hospital, though. Of course, you are an adult and i can't make you."

"Thanks again, but I really don't think I need to go. I am actually doing a lot better than when I got stung the last time but I did not have you looking after me."

"Well, I will take that as a compliment."

"Last time, I was working with a painter and he was an old guy. He gave me the shot and then had me sit in his hot, dirty truck while he kept working. He was nice but not as nice as..." My words trailed off and my face turned red, the flush feeling like what my mother must have felt with post-menopausal hot flashes.

"Are you trying to say you like me better than the old painter?" she said with a smirk.

"Uh, well, uh. Yes, I like you better," I said with an attempt at bravado.

"How do you like me better? Did he hurt you more when he gave you the shot?"

"Well, I don't guess he did really."

"Was he not nice to you about getting stung on the job?"

"No. He did not get mad at all. In fact, the next day he brought a can of wasp spray with him and went all around the building we were working on and killed several nests."

"I have not done that. So why am i nicer than he was? Does it have anything to do with this reaction? I know you were staring at me." With that, she touched me very lightly on my penis which was still very hard and very exposed, the blanket half still lying to the side.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Well, no, I..."

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

"I went on a few dates and went out with someone for a few weeks last year. But no one right now."

"What happened to the girl last year? Did you break up with her or she with you?"

"She sort of broke up with me I guess."

"Tell me about it."

"It is kind of embarrassing."

"Who am I going to tell? I am certainly not going to think less of you unless you tell me you were not a gentleman."

That gave me courage. I felt I had been a gentleman so I decided to tell her the story. I actually told her about really just wanting to explore sexuality with the girl and I told her about cumming on the white dress and how mad she had been.

"Well Rob, I think it sounds like you did try to treat her well. For whatever reason, she was not ready for what the two of you did and could not accept it without blaming someone else. So you have not done anything wrong. Have you tried to date other girls?"

"Yes and some I have had a great time with but nothing seemed to last more than a couple of months."

"Are you trying to pressure them into having sex?"

"Oh no! Not at all. I always let them take the lead."

"Have you tried to take the lead?"

"No. I am not even sure what to do."

"It sounds to me like you learned pretty quickly with Tina. Giving a girl an orgasm from sucking on her breasts is quite an accomplishment."

"It was certainly fun," I said with what was likely a shit eating grin.

With that comment, I noticed a peculiar look cross Mrs. Gray's face.

"Rob, what would you say to practicing with me?"

"Practicing what with you?" I asked with a sudden flurry of butterflies in my stomach, knowing of course she was talking about painting houses or playing tennis or something other than sex.

Reaching out again with her left hand, she lightly stroked her finger up and down the shaft of my still hard and throbbing penis. I had been erect now for probably ten minutes and was leaking pre-cum, a small pool of it on my abdomen at the tip of my penis where it was still just visible beyond the waistband of my underwear. Her touch was electric to me, making my whole body jump.

"Would you like to explore sex with me? I can probably teach you a good many things you know, some you don't, and maybe you could teach me something as well. You can not tell your friends, any of them, anything about this though. It would need to be our secret. With what you learn, you may be able to start off your next relationship with more confidence."

"I don't even know what to say. I guess you can tell I am very turned on by you but are you sure you want to do this with me?" I have been told by any number of women I am good looking but I never put much stock in the praises of older women.

"Don't sell yourself short. You are a good looking young man trying to learn about sexuality and I happen to be a woman without an outlet for my own needs. We have the ability to be together in a safe space and we can both have fun. I am tired of dildos and vibrators. I happen to be at my sexual peak. I could use the pleasures of a real penis."

Emboldened by this declaration, I had no trouble saying, "I would like to provide that service, Mrs. Gary," I said, bowing my head in a show of respect, unable to keep the grin off of my face as I did so.

"Call me Glenda."

She was squeezing my penis, a delightful tactile sensation which she suddenly dispensed with to my dismay. "If you want to play with me, we both need a shower. Come with me."

I followed her down the hall to her bathroom inside her master suite. I could not help but touch myself as I watched her butt swaying side to side, sexy, even unseen under the folds of her sarong. In the bathroom, she turned on the valves to both shower heads, a sight I had never seen before. The bathroom was huge and I had never been in any home so nice. A far better and more amazing view awaited me, however when she turned toward me and untied her bikini top, letting it fall to the floor and exposing me to her spectacular set of breasts. Her areolae were small and her nipples were large and, as I would learn to distinguish, already erect.

"Take your underwear off. Let me see you," she commanded me.

I did not hesitate and dropped my underwear to the floor, then stooped over to pick them up, folded them, and lay them on the counter. She laughed at that.

"Very tidy, I see. Come here and untie my sarong and my bikini bottoms."

With my erotically glazed eyes, I stepped toward her, assessing the mysterious garment for the proper site to pull and free my prize. I spotted what appeared to be a fold rolling over another right in her midline and reached out to grasp the cloth, pulling gently. My instincts were good and as it pulled loose, the whole garment separated and fell away, revealing a very tiny bikini bottom with strings at the side. I swear she moaned when my knuckles grazed her abdomen to rid her of the sarong.

Next, I simultaneously pulled the strings on both sides of her bottom, and to my delight, as it fell away to the floor, I was gazing upon my first real, live, flesh and blood pussy. She had what I was to learn in later years was called a landing strip above smoothly shaved labia. I am surprised I did not cum right then and there.

"Very good. Let's get cleaned up." She took my hand and led me into the shower.

The water was warm and though I had forgotten all about the pain from the stings, the water reminded me and I winced slightly. I was facing Glenda and we were each standing in the spray of our own shower head. She squirted shampoo into her hand and to my surprise, she pulled me towards her, getting my hair wet, and began to wash my hair. Her hands were strong and she rubbed my scalp muscles, something I had never before experienced at the hands of another. She progressed to conditioner, something I never used and then she lathered her hands with soap.

Beginning at my chest, she soaped me up and rubbed me all up and down my chest and abs, carefully (to my dismay) avoiding my erection. I so wanted her to touch me. She bent before me and cleaned the fronts of my legs, again avoiding my erection. She indicated I should turn around and then she cleaned my back. Here, she actually placed her hand in my crack and gently rubbed my anus with a finger. I never before knew that could feel so good.

What felt even better however, was when she used her other hand to grip my shaft. As she began to stroke my shaft with the one hand, she continued to gently rub my anus with her finger. Less than a minute later I declared "I am going to cum, Glenda."

"That is the point of this, Rob. I want to feel you."

Before she could get that sentence completed, my cock contracted repeatedly in her hand as I fired salvo after salvo of my sperm against her shower wall, my final spasms oozing onto her fingers. Glenda continued to stroke me, staying away from my sensitive glans and keeping to my lower shaft and even my balls.

Fairly certain I had died and gone to heaven, I said, "You are an angel, Glenda. That was most definitely the best orgasm I have ever had."

"I am glad you liked it. Now I am going to wash up and we will move to the bed," she said with a heart melting smile.

I watched her as shampooed her hair, her back arched to keep her head out of the stream of water which had the effect of making her breasts poke out even more proudly on her chest. My slowly softening dick thought twice about proceeding to flaccid when she spread her legs and washed her pussy as I stood in the warm water watching mesmerized. It definitely stiffened a little when she squatted with perfect balance and used a razor to shave her labia, leaving the neatly trimmed strip of her bush above. I was fascinated to see her labia hanging down on each side as she squatted, a sight I can remember to this day.

When she stood back up and did a final rinse, using her right hand, she ran her hand up and down her slit several times and then laughed, saying, "Shaving always makes me horny. Let's get dried off."

We toweled off and I watched as she blew her hair dry, wondering what was in store for me in her bed. I was arguing with myself as to whether she was really going to let me fuck her or not. I ultimately decided, there was no way this woman was going to let me have her that way, but I was keen to do whatever she would let me.

When her hair was mostly dry, she said, "Come." With a laugh, she said, "I mean follow me. You have already cum once and now we will both cum."

Pulling back the covers to her king sized bed, she lay her head back on the pillow and beckoned me to join her, something I did with relish, my eyes glued to her body as I positioned my self on her right side.

"Don't forget to look into your woman's eyes. I know you can't get enough of my body right now, but the heat and desire of looking into your lover's eyes will ignite passions that make your lovemaking epic."

So, I looked into her eyes and she said, "Kiss me on the lips."

With no lack of awkwardness, I leaned in and kissed her, tentatively. My dick started to harden again immediately and then she distracted me as I felt rather than saw, her legs spread and her right arm moved. I could not help but look and indeed, she was stroking her own pussy. She gave an "Uh uh. You look at me remember."

I am a good student so I looked back at her and kissed her again. This time, I opened my lips and gingerly explored hers with my tongue. She responded in kind and our lips and tongues were dancing.

"You are a surprisingly good kisser. You learned fast from with Tina."

When I had first bent over her to kiss, my arms were supporting my weight and I was hovering over her. With her left hand, she pulled my head away from her face and directed me towards her breasts.

"Do to my breasts what you said you did to Tina's"

That was a directive I had to obey. I ignored the distraction of her right arm's movements against my torso as she continued to pleasure herself with her hand. I positioned myself so I could not only fondle her lovely globes but suck on her very erect nipples as well. As I sucked and licked and fondled and caressed, I had a most bizarre thought. My dick was so hard right now, I felt that if it was detachable, I could have slayed a hundred soldiers with it like Samson did with the jaw of an ass, and then reattached it and fucked a hundred women. Such is the hubris of youth.

While doing my best to make love to Glenda's breasts, my dick throbbing and craving attention, I could tell she was beginning to breathe faster and she was giving me kind words of encouragement. Where her hand and pussy were joined together, I could hear smacking and wet noises as she must have been putting her fingers inside herself. I adjusted my position on the bed, hoping to see in my peripheral vision because there was no way I was going to disappoint her by breaking contact with her breasts.

"What you are doing feels so good, Rob," she said huskily. "I can see why Tina could orgasm from that. Just keep doing it. I am going to cum soon."

As desperately as I wanted to watch her masturbate, I also was just as desperate to to keep sucking and kissing her amazing breasts. Although she might not have made the cover of Playboy, she was a Bo Derek 10 to me. As Glenda neared the top of the mountain and began to wail, a very sexy wail, I could not keep my mouth on her tit as she began bucking. Head and shoulders lurched from the pillow and her legs clamped around her hand as she came. I leaned back on my haunches and watched the most erotic spectacle I had witnessed to date, not knowing a woman's orgasm could be so... violent.

"Are you okay?" I asked with timidity.

"Oh, fantastic! It has been quite awhile since I have had any other stimulation than my own hand or a toy and you did a really good job of taking care of my breasts. Many women have direct communication between their breasts and their pussy and I always have. You made that an amazing orgasm."

This was a compliment that made my big head swell. I was very pleased with myself that I could provide pleasure to this woman who, at 40 years to my 20 something was old enough to be my mother. I lay beside her and stared expectantly at her, not knowing what would come next and wondering if (hoping) she would let me fuck her. I thought of her as being fully in charge of me.

"Rob, whether by design or dumb luck, you have done the right thing by letting me come down from that orgasm. I want you to remember that in the future when you are with another woman. Let her recover after she cums and she will appreciate you for it. If she wants you to fuck her immediately, she will probably tell you. Now, have you ever had a blow job?"

"No. My only experience was the one I told you about. I have buddies who have told me about it though."

"I think we should start you off with one, don't you? Jacking you off in the shower was to make your next journey to orgasm today last longer. Lie on your back for me."

Glenda straddled me, her pussy resting on my erect cock. Then she said, "Oh. You might like this."

She raised her body slightly and ran her right index and middle fingers up and down her slit, coating them with the lube produced from her own journey to orgasm and then held them to my nose.

"Smell me and then lick my fingers to taste my pussy," she commanded me.

Another first, I inhaled her scent, something I think is very hard to describe. What I can tell you is that then and mostly ever after, the smell of aroused female secretions makes me want to eat them out and fuck them. Although I can't say the taste is something describable either, it has the same effect on my psyche, knowing that the woman is wet for me drives me to the limit of horniness.

After the taste test, she bent over me and kissed me on the mouth. Again our tongues made contact and I learned from her technique more about kissing. Meanwhile, her pussy in contact with my penis was making me feel as though I was going to blow my load.

"Glenda, you are rubbing me and I feel like I am about to cum," words I managed to get out in spurts between kisses.

"I am not surprised. We will need to work on your stamina."

I immediately thought that could only mean this was not a one time deal and my heart, already racing, picked up another few beats per minute.

Glenda scooted down so she was no longer rubbing her wet pussy on my cock. I raised my head and saw my shaft glistening in the sunlight streaming through the window and my first thought was that she was not going to want to put me in her mouth till she had cleaned that off. But, she did. And oh, did it feel good. I audibly groaned with pleasure as she had engulfed the upper half of my shaft in her mouth and I felt her tongue working the underside, literally in my mind as though she was cleaning herself off of me.

She pulled off my dick having kept suction all the way so there was a popping sound as her mouth and my penis parted and she said, "I love the way I taste on a man's cock. Women are often aroused by the sight, smell and taste of a man they are attracted to in spite of what the books say about us only getting aroused from foreplay. Foreplay is good too. We will work on that as well."

I was wondering if she had a PhD the way I was getting lectured but indeed I found the subject matter more stimulating than any of my classes at school.

Then she returned to her work. Licking from the base of my shaft up to my glans, she encircled the base of my penis with her thumb and index finger and gently squeezed, her version of a flesh and blood cock ring (something I later became aware of but have never used). As tightly swollen as I was, I became more so and I became more sensitive, every touch of her tongue and lips a burst of sheer pleasure coursing from my shaft up my abdomen and to my brain. I alternately closed my eyes tightly, my legs and hips doing involuntary contractions, and then opened them to look at her, seemingly a goddess sent to pleasure me. I loved the way her breasts swayed beneath her, hanging down and relived the excitement of holding and kissing them.

She paused her work every few minutes, letting go of my penis and scooting up my body to kiss my lips, suck on my nipples and kiss her way back down to my very needy, very swollen cock. Instinctively, she seemed to know when the stimulation was about to make me cum and she released me each time. I would apparently leak pre-cum in a dollop after she had let me go and this last time, rather than licking it up herself, she pinched some off and offered it to me to taste.

"You taste good, just like me. I like to taste myself, especially after I have cum. You will get a chance to taste your own cum shortly," she said, smiling a million dollar smile.

She changed her technique this time, grasping my shaft with her right hand and stroking me while engulfing my glans and upper shaft in her mouth. She let spit run down my shaft so it was wet and her hand moved up and down and around with little friction. This felt spectacular to me and I started groaning in immense pleasure, feeling the unstoppable kindling of the fire that would set off my explosion. Apparently sensing this as well, she went back to the human cock ring technique and just used the tip of her tongue on my frenulum, aiming my shaft at a 45 degree angle towards my abdomen.

I did not declare my orgasm, nor did I have to. My cock began to spasm though nothing was coming out because of the pressure she was exerting with her thumb and index finger. Obviously, she could feel the contractions though and when she did release me, still licking my frenulum, I shot my first salvo into my hair above my forehead. For some odd reason, I have always counted my spurts when I masturbated and I counted 8 more, coating my belly and my chest. My body was in seizure mode, uncontrollable, the pleasure beyond anything I had ever known before.

My eyes were squeezed tightly shut and I realized I had missed quite a show as I opened them to see Glenda sitting upright smiling at me and my eyes roved over the incredible volume of spunk on my body.

"That was quite the show, Mister!" she said laughing. "Wow. You hit your forehead. It is in your hair. Not sure I have ever seen that before."

"Oh, my gosh, that was so intense. I have never cum like that before. I did not know a person could cum like that. Thank you! That was amazing!"

"You are welcome. But we are not quite finished yet."

She leaned forward again and licked a rather sizable glob of cum off the tip of my penis that was oozing out. She swallowed it and then leaned forward again and licked along one cum strand gathering a fair amount in her mouth. Then she moved to kiss me. I kissed her back, accepting the dollop of my own cum from her mouth. We kissed rather passionately till there was no trace of my semen in our mouths.

Glenda leaned back again and said, "Sometime soon, after you have fucked me, I may want you to eat me out and help me cum again, so you need to be comfortable tasting your cum from my pussy."

Having confirmation that she was going to let me fuck her was the best news I had ever heard in my life. And, she was going to let me eat her pussy. To my dismay, she then said, "I had fun but now I need to get ready to go to a meeting. I want you to come back tomorrow if you can."

"I will walk barefoot on broken glass to get here if you know what I mean," I said with a degree of seriousness.

She smiled at me and got off the bed. "Stay put and I will get a wash cloth to clean you up."

After she wiped me clean with a warm cloth, she brought my shirt and shorts in and I found the rest of my clothes, bid her goodbye after she told me to be there at 4, and cycled back to the dorm. My wasp stings did not seem to bother me.

My room mate was not in when I got to the dorm and I decided I needed to cum one more time. I stood in front of the mirror on the back of our closet door and watched myself as I stroked my cock. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think such a thing could happen to me. My hand did not feel near as good as Glenda's but it still felt wonderful. I realized sex is spectacular but even more so between two people. I also realized that it must be even more special if between people that actually love each other. In my final epiphany of the day, I discerned that Glenda's mastery of at least masturbating me was phenomenal and I determined to learn everything I could from her about pleasing a woman. With that thought in mind and a vision of her straddling me with my cock covered in her lube, I came hard into the tissue I was holding.

I showered and went to the cafeteria to get something to eat. My mind was a million miles away and I did not initially hear my friend, Shawn calling out to me. Finally, his voice registered and I headed over to his table where he was sitting with Todd, another friend. We three and one more usually got together on Friday nights to play Axis and Allies or some other war game.

"Hey, man, have you gone deaf?"

"Sorry. Maybe. Mowing lawns is certainly detrimental to your hearing and I was mowing today. Managed to get stung by 2 wasps and had to use my epi-pen. Talking about it has made them hurt again," I said, touching the one on my arm which was swollen like a robin's egg.

"Too bad, man. That sucks. Well, tomorrow's game will take your mind off of them if they are still bothering you. Todd and I have dreamed up a new way to take you down with the Germans and the Italians."

I was usually relegated to playing the English/American side because I kept beating them when I played the Germans. Our friend Chet played the Russians. As I was thinking of the game tomorrow, it dawned on me I was supposed to go back to Glenda's at 4 and we usually played around 7. As I began to weigh my options, Glenda or a game with 3 other guys, I came to a hard stop conclusion.

"Yeah, uh, I am not going to be able to make it tomorrow," not wanting to take any chance as I did not know how long I might be at Glenda's. After all, counting the shower, we had spent at least an hour and a half together.

Todd immediately chimed in,"No way! You can't leave us high and dry. We don't have another player."

"Well, something came up today (my dick, several times I thought) and I have something I have to do tomorrow. I promised someone."

"Come clean. What is it? Are you seeing a girl?" asked Shawn.

"Well not in that sense. The woman I work for needs help with some extra yard work tomorrow," I said, justifying to myself that it was not a lie since I had not quite finished the yard work today.

"So, you are going to some woman's house and staying till nighttime?"

A legitimate question and I paused, not sure how to answer. Finally, I managed, she has lots of flower gardens and they are all lit up so it is no problem to work in the dark. Besides, I need the money."

The money part got them and they nodded in agreement. "Just don't get stuck doing this every Friday night."

But I want to get stuck with this every Friday night and every other night, too, I thought to myself. I managed to change the subject by asking them about a problem in calculus they we had all been struggling with and made it through the rest of dinner with no more moral dilemmas.

Back in my dorm room, I did manage to study with focus for another 2 hours, but when I went to bed, my usual 1 hour time lapse to fall asleep stretched into 2 hours and beyond as I relived the events of the day. Not once on that day did the morality of what I did enter my consciousness, I was focused only on the pleasure, to me a harmless excursion into the world of human sexuality. I of course got hard again but let the erection die of its own accord as my room mate was snoring sonorously beneath me.

By design, my classes ended at 2 PM each Friday and I made the decision to drive to Glenda's house early so I could finish taking care of her lawn. I also hoped that I would be there after dark and did not want to have to ride my bicycle in the dark.

Arriving at her house about 3, I fired up the lawnmower and got to work, noticing the pool enclosure door was ajar today as well. Sure enough, Glenda soon emerged, this time in a black bikini covered with a white cover-up. She signaled me to cut the motor which I did. I forced myself to look only into her eyes.

"Good afternoon Rob. I thought we agreed on 4 o'clock," she said, a trace of irritation in he voice.

"Yes, Ma'am, but I thought I needed to finish the work from yesterday. I did not get anything else done after the vicious wasp attack," I said as disarmingly as possible.

Her expression softened somewhat and she said, "Oh, yes. I more or less forgot about the yard. Thank you. You're so sweet."

"Shall I finish? There is only about 10 more minutes of mowing and then trimming and gathering the cuttings."

"Yes. Please. That is very grown up of you." She smiled at me and went back to the pool enclosure, but turned at the last minute and yelled, "Knock and come into the pool when you are done."

I gave her a thumbs up and started the mower back up as my dick, formerly sitting quietly in my pants, twitched and partially filled with blood at the thought of that. Fortunately, getting back in work mode kept me from getting fully hard as I climbed aboard the mower and knocked out the rest of the grass. By the time I had trimmed with the infernal and cantankerous weed-eater and gathered the cuttings in two cans, which I left at the roadside, it was actually 10 after 4. I went to the car and downed a bottle of water, then chewed a piece of gum and headed toward the pool house. This time, my dick was not to be denied, and I was fully hard when I knocked at the gate.

"Come on in," I heard from the other side. I had never been all the way in the pool enclosure before. I was surrounded by a 6 foot wooden fence. A roof structure was visible over the top and proved to be a cabana, fully enclosed and with a window air conditioner. There was a bar area with an outdoor kitchen as well sa 4 chaise loungers with white cushions arrayed along one side and in the one closest to the cabana was the lovely Glenda, now clad only in a revealing black bikini, her skin lightly tanned as I knew from yesterday.

"All done?" she said, lowering her large lensed sunglasses to look at me. "Inside the door there is a refrigerator with drinks. Help yourself and come back out."

"Can I bring you something as well?" I asked.

"No, darling, but that is so polite of you to ask."

In the cabana, my eyes took a moment to adjust to the abrupt change in light. To the right was a small kitchenette with a refrigerator from which I found a bottle of Fresca. Popping the top, I turned and surveyed the rest of the room. There was a king sized bed, a couch with a TV on the wall and a room jutting into the space with a door that I assumed was a bathroom. That made me need to pee, a task I knew would be challenging with the current state of tumescence.

I poked my head out and said, "Mrs Gary, may I use the bathroom, please?"

"Of course, and stop calling me Mrs. Gary," she said with mock seriousness.

In the small bathroom, I sat down and bent over, pushing my erection down so I could urinate without spraying her bathroom floor. After that success, I washed my hands, and for the first time encountered soap that smelled wonderful. I did not know what the scent was. Walking back outside, irrationally glad after the events of yesterday that my shirt hanging over my shorts was hiding my erection, I said, "That soap smells wonderful, but what is the scent?"

"Rosemary and mint. I get it from a small company in Denver. It does smell good doesn't it? You look hot, Rob. Why don't you cool off in the pool and then join me," she said as she patted the chaise beside her.

"I did not bring any trunks with me, Glenda."

"Just strip down. Skinny dip. Use your birthday suit. After yesterday, I don't think you should be modest around me, do you?" she said with a laugh.

In spite of the directions, I still suffered a bit of anxiety as I stripped of my clothes and revealed my very aroused state.

Standing in front of her naked and erect, she again tried to calm me and lowered her glasses again to say, "I love the exuberance of youth. Get in and cool off," winking at me with a smile.

I jumped in the pool, the cool water on my skin felling wonderful and bringing down my skin temperature, but not cooling my rigid tool. For several minutes, I swam and frolicked a bit, then stepped out of the pool. Glenda got up to meet me with a towel in her hand and placed it around my shoulders. Then she kissed me on the lips, a soft sensual coupling that had my heart rate spiking.

Reaching down to grip my penis, she whispered, "I like what I do to you. Now sit down beside me," and she turned and headed back to her chaise, lying back on her side facing my chaise, her head supported by her right hand.

Sitting beside her with my feet on the ground, I again focused my eyes on hers, not wanting to appear like I was ogling her, which was precisely what I wanted to do and in fact, could not help but do.

She raised her glasses over her head and said, "I like the way you look me in the eye and don't try to rape me with yours. That is very grown-up and very polite. Keep doing that. Steal your lascivious glances furtively, like I have done. Don't think I am not looking when I can at that lovely, hard penis of yours. I may be older than you and more experienced but I can tell you, I love sex and I am looking forward to teaching you. First lesson. Take care of your woman first. We are going to go inside and rinse off in the shower again and then I want you to go down on me. I will try to teach you how to make me cum. Then I will take care of you. No handjob in the shower today to hold you over, okay?"

"Yes ma'am," I said, executing a mock salute. "I am at your service."

In the shower, Glenda gave me a lecture on female anatomy, not that I needed it, having long ago covertly read in the library all I could find out about sex. Reading of course had not prepared me for reality as my only frame of reference at the time was masturbation.

We toweled off and approached the bed in the cabana, positioned such that only one side had access as the other was up against the wall with just enough room to get by to make the bed. Glenda, standing before me, naked and beautiful, bent over tho pull the covers down and I took advantage of the situation to ogle her from behind. I got my first view of a woman's pussy and anus from behind and I was thrilled with the view. I knew something about doggy style from having skimmed the Kama Sutra in a back corner of the library.

Glenda turned to me and pulled me to her, kissing me on the lips again. She pulled me close and my erection was firmly trapped between us. Taking my hands, she placed them on her cheeks and said, "Feel them."

I did so, squeezing them, noting she was quite muscular, and my fingers explored not only the creases between buttock and thigh but also the crease between her cheeks. My fingers found their way to her anus mimicking her action with me yesterday, I circled her anus as lightly as I could with my left index finger which elicited a moan.

"Nice, you have learned by observation. But don't use that same finger in my pussy. I don't want an infection. Now lie down on the bed."

Obeying, I still asked, "I thought you were first."

"I am. I am doing what I want to. Now be quiet and be still."

She kissed me on the lips, the neck while rubbing her pussy on my hard shaft; she licked my nipples, she kissed my abdomen and she then made her way down till she could put my cock in her mouth. She made a 'mmmm' sound as she licked off the pre-cum off of the tip of my cock. Engulfing my glans in her mouth several times, she pulled off with a pop, to my dismay.

She looked at me as she rolled to the side and told me in a throaty voice, "Sucking a man's hard cock, knowing how much he wants you, can be quite a turn on for a woman. You will find out when you get between my legs."

I got up on my knees and moved to the side so she could occupy the middle of the bed, but before I moved down between her legs, I decided I needed to taste her nipples and breasts again. This was something I was comfortable with and though I desperately wanted to eat her pussy, I had no little anxiety about my ability to please her that way. Thus, I killed some time licking, fondling, and kissing her beautiful nubbed orbs.

I figured I would follow her lead and kiss my way down her body, nearly swooning with renewed desire when I put my nose in her pubic hair and inhaled the scent of arousal she had introduced to me on her fingers the day before. She spread her legs wide and gestured for me to take my place between them.

"Kiss my legs," she said and raised her right leg, planting her foot on my shoulder.

I turned my head and kissed the top of her foot, loving the smell of soap on her skin. I have learned over the years, though I have not been with many women, that their natural scent is a great aphrodisiac, and you can take the same soap, lotion, or perfume and it will smell different on any woman.

I kissed my way down her leg to the very crease of her hip, again taking the opportunity to nuzzle my nose in her supra-pubic fuzz, again, getting an excited twitching reaction between my own legs. Knowing it was best to give equal attention to the other leg, I raised myself and lifted her left leg where I could kiss it as well. Again, I made my way down to her pubic hair, drawn like a magnet to her essence.

"What do you think you should do now?" she asked.

"Kiss your pussy?"

"Yes, but how? Do you know a girl's anatomy?'

"I may have spent some time with books in the library, but yours is much prettier than the drawings I have seen and in the books, everything is always wide open, but you just have a slit."

"So, lick my labia, slowly, up and down," she commanded me, with a bit of a smirk.

I lowered myself to a prone position, my hands on each side of her buttocks, and moved in for my first taste of a woman's most private body part. With considerable timidity, I licked from the bottom of her labia to the top on her left side and then on her right side.

"MMM... Keep doing that; it is just right."

I was good with that directive. I put my hands on her hips on each side as I licked her, loving the new smell of my saliva on her skin mixing with the ever compelling scent of her pussy, which again, reminded me of her proffered fingers covered in her girl cum from yesterday. I then began to notice a couple of drops of clear liquid pooling at the bottom of her introitus (benefits of having read a lot).

Taking a chance, I decided to lick that up. She gasped when I did so. I loved the texture of her lubricant and enjoyed the very slightly salty sensation on my tongue. I licked again. And again. Apparently, I got too enthusiastic and too aggressive and she put a hand on my head and pushed me back slightly.

"Slow down and lighten up the pressure. Always start light. When I want you to go harder, you will know. You really are doing well though."

I went back to licking her, being careful to keep my pressure light and my pace slower. I had kept to her opening and her labia, not yet venturing higher.

"Rob, you can use your fingers to part my slit and lick all the way up and down now. You can kiss me there, not just lick me and you can suck gently on my lips and eventually my clit. You can make patterns with your licks, not just up and down."

Taking these instructions to heart, I renewed my efforts. I noticed my penis had lost most of its turgidity as I was focused only on trying to make her cum and was not thinking about myself. My efforts seemed to be appreciated as she uttered some light moans and occasionally said, "That feels very good, Rob. Keep going."

I had no idea how long it usually took for a woman to cum from cunnilingus and I discovered that body was not used to being in this position. My neck was starting to ache. I tired to move slightly to relieve the strain, doing things like reaching up to caress her breasts or lightly pinch her nipples, running my fingers through her bush, and even getting on my knees which seemed to make it hurt worse.

Sensing my discomfort, she reached out to grab a pillow, asked me to hold up a second, and then raised her hips and put it under them. This little bit of elevation helped me a lot and I was able to focus better.

Then came a new instruction: "Rob. Lick your index finger, get some saliva on my opening, and GENTLY, put your finger inside me."

Okay, that made my dick come back to life, slowly hardening under me as I adjusted myself to let it grow. I did what she asked and managed to get my finger inside her pussy. I felt as though I was fucking her so exciting was this carnal act.

"Now, gently, with your finger tip up, rub the top of my pussy like this." She demonstrated what she wanted with her own finger.

"Yes that's it. Keep it gentle and go back to licking me. I want you to find my clit with your tongue and start to concentrate your effort there. Remember, not just up and down, but all around. Don't forget to suck on me and kiss me like you are making out with my pussy."

I had to get on my knees to put my finger in her pussy and this gave me stability so that I could take the liberty of using my left hand to spread her slit and identify her clitoris visually. I swooped in eagerly and began my assault on her clit, too rough for which I got a warning. Backing off, I used a good bit more delicacy and shortly after was rewarded with a considerable increase in moans. Glenda also started gently bucking her hips against me and I experienced a sense of pride at what I hoped was an improving technique.

I could feel wetness around my finger and even dripping down from my finger to the back of my hand. I was afraid of being chastised for removing my finger, but I just had to taste her, so I pulled out and sucked my finger and licked her juice from the back of my hand.

"Good. Now, very gently put two fingers in me and start licking my clit again."

Wow! My dick twitched again as I complied. She gave a loud 'OHHH' as I slid my index and middle finger back in her and then I bent to resume my oral attack. This time, although I was obviously licking harder, she seemed to want it that way and moments later, I felt her hand on my head, pushing me into her pussy.

"Don't stop what you are doing, Rob. You are actually going to make me cum. Just don't stop."

I don't know if it was 2 minutes or five, I lost count of time, but her vocalization became louder, her hips became more animated, her pressure on my head became firmer. I could sense her her head was moving side to side on the pillow as her intonations of 'oh my god' became near frantic.

"I am going to cum, Rob!!"

And she did, her hands holding my mouth firmly to her pussy, her pussy clenching tightly around my two fingers, her head up and down off the pillow like a jack in the box seen through my slitted eyes. Although it was her climax, I have never been so enthralled even to this day, to have caused this explosion of pleasure and my own body responded with what felt like an extra gallon of blood directly into my penis, making me remember Samsom yet again.

After a moment of silence and calm, she opened her eyes and released the hold on my head.

"Sorry. I have not cum that hard in awhile and was lost in the moment. I hope I did not hurt you."

"I have never been better. I am so happy I did that to you."

"You should be proud. That was an amazing orgasm for me. So much better than with my toys and I have not cum like that in years."

She sat up, me still between her legs, and holding herself up with her left arm stretched behind her back, she pulled my head towards her and kissed me open mouthed, the most aggressive and sexy kiss I had ever had. She pressed her forehead to mine and said, "Thank you. I knew you had it in you but that was amazing."

She let go of my head and I resumed my position on my knees, and then I looked down as I felt her hand encircle my rock hard cock. Stroking me gently, she looked me in the eyes and said, "I am going to fuck you now. I am going to be on top and you can't cum till I cum again. I was your age once and I fucked a few guys as horny as you so I know that is going to be hard, but it will be worth it. You just tell me if you are getting close so we can adjust. The best thing you can do to keep from coming too soon is to take deep breaths in and out. Now, lie down."

I positioned my self in the middle of the bed, anxiety striking again about the prohibition of cumming till she had and I was so fearful of disappointing her. My purple prick was oozing pre-cum and I half expected her to suck it off but instead, she straddled me and looking down, she grasped my rigid member and rubbed the slick goo right onto her pussy. Then she just impaled herself on me. Although the word impaled sounds like a negative, it was the greatest moment yet in my life. I could not believe I was here with my cock buried in this woman, in spite of all that had already happened. I looked around for angels and gold streets outside the window.

Glenda bent forward to kiss me, grinding her clit into my pubis. Raring back upright, she began to move up and down on my shaft. Mesmerized, I watched as my pole, now glistening with her juices appeared and then disappeared inside her. This was not better than the blow job because that was spectacular but it was spectacular already in its own right and I had not yet cum.

"Rob, not only is your penis perfectly shaped, straight and a beautiful pink, you have what many women would prefer. A six inch cock able to stretch us and reach our cervix without the pain of being too big. There are those that want an enormous cock so when you get married, make sure you pick a woman with compatible desires."

Her somewhat clinical discussion of my penis helped me to keep from blowing my load. She went on with her advice.

"I know the background of the school you go to and I encourage you to ignore their advice about sexuality and saving it for marriage. Obviously, you are actively ignoring it now, since you are balls deep in my wet pussy. Remember, marriages fail because people fight about 3 things: money, children, and sex. Make sure you know to the extent you can that you are compatible on all 3 before you marry. The only way you can know about the sex part is to fuck each other silly over and over. If you discover she does not want to give you blow jobs and swallow in spite of the fact that you want it, then don't marry her. If she wants anal and you don't, then don't marry her or learn to love anal. Simple as that. Does not guarantee your marriage won't fail, but it sure will help to keep from fighting about sex."

With that, she put her fingers to her mouth and spit into them, rubbing her saliva on my pubis and on her clit. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Your cock feels so good, Rob. I am going to cum all over you."

She then started grinding her clit firmly against my pubes, kissing me on the mouth in between her moans. The pressure on my penis was actually somewhat uncomfortable which made it unlikely I would cum too soon. i was nevertheless turned on my her sexy movements and her moans, as well as her kisses.

"Grab my ass and pull me into you."

I did so, enjoying the feel of her firm butt cheeks in each hand. I managed after a few of her thrusts to get into a rhythm with her and then she asked me to push up with my pelvis. These maneuvers obviously did something wonderful for her and she announced, none too softly or ladylike, "I am going to fucking cum on your cock."

She arched back and more or less screamed, something akin to a war cry I had heard on a western and then she really did hurt my penis with her clenching pussy. I could feel her juices literally dripping down my cock and onto my cheeks. I watched her face, scrunched up in what was obviously a level of ecstasy I had not before witnessed, though that is not surprising considering this was my first ever fuck.

She stopped humping me for a moment and looked down at me with a smile saying, "I did not feel you cum. Good boy. Now let's take care of you. Did I hurt you?"

"That was intense and you squeezed me tight but I am okay. Still hard for you."

"Let's make you soft."

She proceeded to kiss me, caress my chest, raise herself almost off of me and drive back down my shaft. She reached behind me and caressed my balls. She drew a finger through some of the copious secretions pooling at the base of my cock and offered me her finger to suck.

"That is my girl goo and you made it happen."

That set me off. "Can I cum now? I don't think I can hold back."

"Yes, Baby. Cum inside me. Cum in my pussy and make me even wetter."

Those words set me on fire and I felt the familiar, heady sensations build beyond the point of no return. I grunted like a neanderthal as I spurted my load inside her, I am not sure how many blasts as for only the second time, I was not able to watch my ejaculations. But I did not care. I felt so wonderful and so manly to have finally fucked a woman. I confess, the orgasm was not as physically intense as when she gave me the hand job the day before, but it gave me more mental and emotional pleasure, which to my surprise, was even better.

Glenda lay down on my chest, my dick still embedded in her warm wet pussy. Her breasts were pressed to my arm and chest as she nuzzled my neck with her nose and mouth.

"Did you like your first fuck, Rob?"

"Oh my gosh, yes! My orgasm was more intense yesterday but I would do this over and over again rather than the handjob. Thank you so much! I will never forget it"

"Believe it or not, neither will I. It has been two years since I fucked a man and I forgot how much I missed it. My husband was one of those men whose cock was too big and I did not like sex with him. We had all sorts of other problems as well and we finally went our own way. Then I met a great guy with a beautiful, lovely perfect sized cock just like yours and he made me feel wonderful for 3 amazing months, then he died in a car accident. I have not been with anybody since."

She raised herself off the bed and looked me in the eyes. "I mean it. I loved fucking you today. I want to do it some more if you are willing."

"How could I not be. But I am sorry about your friend that died. That must have been horrible."

"It has taken me a long time to get over it. But now, I seldom think about him. I have not even gone out on a date since then but my libido still rears its head now and then and I have resorted to vibrators and dildos. On the couch the other day, when I saw your erection, the tip sticking out the end of you drawers, the pre-cum pooling on your belly, I was overcome with the desire to have a real penis inside me again, but could not bring myself to do it yesterday. Even last night, I was not sure I would go through with it today, but when you showed up early to finish your work, I felt like there was no one better to start with again, knowing that I would be a teacher with benefits."

"You have a willing student and I promise I won't fall in love with you or make it weird, but I do love that you are willing to do it with me."

"Well, enough of this serious talk. I am thirsty and I have a river of cum leaking out of my pussy that I would like to wipe off. Never forget to make your girl pee after you fuck her as well as it helps us girls not to get bladder infections."

"Duly noted."

"Want to look at your handy work before I get up? Some guys like to see their sperm oozing out of their conquest's vagina."

She spread her legs for me and we both looked. I have to admit, I did think it was very sexy and told her so. She went to the bathroom with her hand underneath her pussy to keep all the goo from dripping on her floor and was mostly successful, only a few drops leading the way. While she attended to business, I cleaned them up with a tissue and then realized I was dripping too. I use my hand to wipe my dick and then, inspired by the scent of her groin from earlier, I smelled our co-mingled cum and was aroused by it. I found a bathroom and peed then took the liberty of getting a wash cloth from the closet to clean my genitals.

I looked at myself in the mirror and the man looking back seemed older and wiser though I was barely the first and doubtfully the latter. Then I grinned at myself, hungry for more and unaware of what the rest of the night held but something I looked forward to with relish. Even if there was no more sex. Well... I hoped there would be.

I made it to the kitchen, still naked, my penis shriveled but happy. Glenda arrived a minute later with a sheer robe covering a a lacy pink brassiere and panties. As much as I loved seeing her naked, I liked the mystery and anticipation that sexy lingerie provided and I got butterflies in my stomach.

Laughing when she saw me, she said, "Let me get you a robe." She returned with navy blue unisex terry cloth robe which I donned and tied in the front. Perhaps she likes mystery too, I thought.

We sat at the table and had pineapple juice and yogurt with berries, granola and honey that she made. During that time, she asked me about my plans for the future and what I was majoring in at college. When she hired me (I had answered a paper add on a bulletin board in the student center), we had never really talked except about the work she wanted me to do. I let her know I was planning to go to med school.

"What kind of doctor do you want to be?"

"I have always wanted to be a surgeon. I like the idea of fixing problems with a near immediate result."

"You sure you don't want to be a gynecologist?" she said with a smirk.

"I do like looking at your pussy, but no, I don't think that is for me."

"I doubt it will help you in the ladies department. My gynecologist is a cold fish and for a woman, getting fingers and a speculum jammed up your twat every year is mood killer. Speaking of moods, do you think you could sit with me on the couch and get me in the mood again? I assume you want another go at me today. Just remember the rule. I cum first," she said with her lame version of an evil grin.

"Do you like Molly Ringwald or Ally Sheedy?" she asked as she led me to her living room.

"Not sure I know who they are."

"They are in a movie called 'The Breakfast Club.'

"Oh, I have heard of that, I have heard some buddies talk about it but I have not seen it. Geoff said he was in love with Molly Ringwald."

"Well, I will start the movie and you think about your moves."

I frankly had no idea how to woo an older woman into bed and prayed some inspiration would come to me soon. I sat beside her on the couch and tentatively put my hand on her thigh, rubbing her leg but not venturing too far. I put that same arm around her, moved her hair back and kissed her neck. She watched the movie, staring straight ahead.

15 minutes into it, Glenda sitting beside me like a stone, I finally had an epiphany. It came not from Molly or Ally but from Emilio. Well, not from him but from his character, the Jock. Jock's worked out and got massages. It was obvious Glenda worked out so maybe she would like her shoulders rubbed.

I ran my hand across her upper back and shoulder and said, "Glenda, you seem a little tense in your shoulders. Could you use a massage?"

She turned her head to me and with a smile, said, "That would be very nice of you."

Her oversized couch was ideal for her to scoot forward and I positioned myself with a leg on each side of her. My penis, lying quietly in false slumber till now, sprang to life in anticipation of getting its prey. I began by trying to rub her shoulders through the sheer robe, but hated the feel of the material on my fingertips. I reached around her and found the sash tying the robe in front and pulled it apart, then slid the material from her shoulders and halfway down her back. I worked my fingers into the muscles of her shoulder and neck and got some moans of appreciation. Her bra strap was in the way, so I took a minute to figure it out and unsnapped it, pushing the straps down her arms where she let it lie.

I continued to knead her muscles in her back, now taking care with her lats, using my thumbs to knead while my fingers I strategically positioned along the sides of her chest so I could touch the sides of her breasts. I started kissing her back and shoulders as well, leaving trails of my saliva on her skin which I used as lube. Again, I noticed the smell of my saliva on her skin made me incredibly horny, my cock now throbbing and twitching.

I bit lightly into her shoulder and to my surprise, this elicited what seemed to be a sexy groan from her throat. Taking the cue, I did it several times more and then glided my hands lightly across the skin until I was palming her breasts on each side. I used my palms to lightly caress her nipples and felt them begin to harden. I pulled one hand back in series to wet my fingers with saliva and then returned it to work the nipple with the moisture. This apparently was also appreciated and elicited yet another sexy groan and she leaned back against me.

Kissing her neck and shoulders along with some more judiciously timed bites, my hands made their way down he taught abs and I gently pushed on the inside of her thighs, indicating she should spread them. She complied and I pulled my left hand back to her breast while my right hand began to lightly stroke her pussy through her panties. She was damp and I did not know if it was sweat, residual cum, or if she was getting aroused. I was fairly certain she was getting aroused from the noises she was making but not sure it that had led to moisture.

I slid my fingers inside her panties and lightly ran my middle finger up and down her slit. This too elicited a moan and she turned her head and torso towards me, saying "Kiss me."

It was awkward in this position but very satisfying. "Glenda, can you take off your panties, please? I need better access."

"No, but you can take them off," she said coquettishly.

She stood and turned towards me, her brassiere falling from its perch halfway down her chest. Remembering the spectacular view I had from behind yesterday as she bent over the bed, I decided I must look at her that way again and this was a golden opportunity. I kissed her abdomen just above her panties and then looked up at her and asked, "Glenda, can you turn around and bend over with your arms on the coffee table, please?"

She smiled at me and complied, looking back over her shoulder to see what I would do. I ran my hand over her panty clad slit and then with both hands, pulled them down slowly, revealing her luscious crack. We managed to get her legs free and there was enough room between the couch and the table for me to get on my knees behind her, my face at ass level, right where I wanted to be. At this point, this was about my pleasure as the view was heavenly, and of course, her scent drove me harder, if you know what I mean.

Figuring out the mechanics of getting my face and tongue against her beautiful snatch was quickly done and I began to lick her, using my left hand to hold one very firm butt cheek outward for exposure and wetting my right thumb generously with saliva, I started to caress her anus.

"Oh! Oh, my god. Keep that up, mister. Oh, my god."

Whatever the source of dampness on her panties, there was no doubt as to the source of the drips now coming from her beautiful slit. I licked and sucked, even nibbled a bit to a quickly rising crescendo of sexually explicit utterances which were like my favorite symphony to my ears. Beethoven's fifth resounded in my consciousness as not 1 minute later, Glenda orgasmed on my face, her pussy clenching and in doing so, sent rivulets of her lube down both sides of my face and my chin. I swear my penis was jumping up and down and cheering like my team had just won the Super Bowl.

I pulled back from between Glenda's legs, my favorite place in the world right now and sat back on the couch, my cock proudly pointing at the ceiling through the opening in my robe. She brought her self upright, somewhat shakily I thought and sat back on the couch as well. She took her cover which she had shed when she stood and stuffed it under her bottom to keep the couch from getting wet and then turned to me and said, "Wow! I really was horny to begin with but I can take nothing away from you. That was fantastic."

"I enjoyed it so much. There is something so wonderfully erotic about licking you from that position. You smell so good to me down there."

"Well, you have earned your orgasm. Come to the bed; we will be more comfortable there," she said, standing and leading me by the hand. "I suggest you fuck me missionary style and you can cum whenever you want and anywhere you want except on my face. I don't like that.

Get ready stud. I am just going to go empty my bladder first. You should too. I bet you are full too."

My dick did not soften a bit, making urination difficult, but oh, so worth it. I met her back in bed and she was in the center, legs spread, slowly rubbing her pussy. Her fingers were wet, I knew not from spit or from her recent cum, but it was oh, so very sexy. I crawled onto the bed, got between her legs, as I said, my new favorite place in the world, and lay on top of her, weight on my elbows and kissed her. I apparently got brownie points for that as she chortled some praises and rubbed my back and buttocks with her hands.

I was compelled to kiss her neck again which made her giggle a bit and then I remembered from what I think was the only Danielle Steele novel I ever read, something about the earlobes being an erogenous zone and tried that. That too seemed to be a positive. My 20 year old penis however, was getting impatient and I decided to comfort him with a warm, wet, heavenly envelope.

I was not quite sure what to do, having only penetrated her by her hand. Questioningly, I looked at her and said, "Do you put me inside you?"

She laughed and said, "Yes, I can but you can just line yourself up and slide right in. I am still very wet. You can also use your hand to guide yourself inside me."

So, I planked, my back arched slightly and looked down, and made an effort to enter her. My first attempt was too high, and she said, "Lower."

Second time was the charm and I slid right in. For whatever reason, it felt better even than when she fucked me yesterday. I settled on my arms and started some awkward thrusting and she put her hands on my butt cheeks and helped me get a rhythm.

"That is nice. You like?" she asked me.

"It is even better than yesterday."

"Enjoy it! Fuck me till you want to cum. You can stop if you are about to and want it to last longer."

That advice was well timed as less than a minute later, I felt the water simmering and I stopped, taking the opportunity to kiss and suck her nipples. Then I looked her in the eyes and asked, "Can I take it out and look at it?"

"Of course, Rob. This is your time. You made me cum. I will do whatever you want me too to help you."

I pulled my very hard and happy cock out, wanting this experience to last as long as possible. By happenstance, as I was pulling out, I shifted my weight forward slightly and my slick dick rubbed up her slit, rubbing her clit. She gasped at that and said, "That feels nice."

I did it some more and discovered I liked the feeling too, but kept the contact away from my frenulum because that felt almost as good as being in her pussy. I could see I left some of her lube along her slit and felt it would be impolite not to taste it, so I scooted back and ran my tongue up and down her slit. She had a slightly more metallic taste but it was still very stimulating. I licked her clit a bit like she had taught me yesterday but then my penis cried out for more and I entered her again.

Fucking her in a slow pace, I kissed her and she licked herself off of my lips. We kissed more passionately and though I wanted it to last longer, it was though a lightening fast circuit was tripped by the kiss and the electric impulse started a fire in my groin which caused an explosion, my penis erupting with cum into her amazing pussy. I was a bit embarrassed since I know I had lasted less than 5 minutes, but oh my gosh, did it feel so incredible!

As I came, I buried my face in her neck, smelling her skin and kissing her, she whispered, "Good boy. Such a good fuck, such a good cum."

I raised my head and kissed her again. I could still taste her on my lips and I remembered what she said yesterday about tasting my own cum. Not only did I want to look at my jizz spilling from her slit again, I resolved to taste myself drooling out of her.

Scooting back off of her so I had a view of her pussy, I was amazed to see she was still gaping open, thick white cum oozing out and dripping slowly down her perineum. It was a lovely sight. I positioned myself so I could eat her and she put her hands in my hair and asked what I was doing.

Looking up at her, I said, "I want to eat you. To taste us and your, freshly fucked pussy."

"Oh, my god, you are something."

I took that as permission and bent to her pussy, first nuzzling my nose in her pubic hair. It was damp and smelled of sex, fresh sex, which was very enticing to me. I licked the top of her slit, found her clit and began to draw pictures on it with my tongue. I then dipped down to her introitus and sampled our co-mingled juice. The flavor was neutral to me but the emotional charge was electric. I raised myself slightly and used my index finger to spread some up and down her slit, rubbing her clit with my very slick finger. She gasped at that and then gasped again in a most erotic way when I started tonguing her again. I inserted my index finger again like yesterday and determined to make her cum again if I could. Turns out, I could as several minutes later, she again grabbed my head and pushed me against her pussy.

I took the opportunity to again get a second finger in her, rubbing what she had told me was her G-spot while I licked her swollen bud mercilessly. It was thrilling to me to listen to her noises and this time I thought of Bolero, again from the movie '10.' There are advantages to being in your twenties and having high testosterone levels and a healthy appetite for sex. My penis started to fill with blood with the visual, aural, gustatory and olfactory stimulation I was experiencing now.

"Don't stop, Rob. I am going to cum again."

True to her word, seconds later, she squirmed and shook, quietly moaning something that sounded like, so good, so good.

She released my head and pulled me to her but my penis snagged against her groin and got pulled back some which hurt. I let out a little yelp and she realized what had happened.

"Oh, Rob. I am sorry. I did not realize you were still hard."

"Well, hard again after that little feast and symphony."

"You have a way with words, Rob. Would you like me to fuck you again? Since you're hard again, would you like that?"

"I can't turn that down."

"Lie back like yesterday."

I did and she mounted me, gently and then began to ride me gently. I was told to play with her breasts, something I was only too happy to do. My hands wandered and I massaged her tight butt cheeks, another delight. For probably 10 minutes she rode me slowly, then she picked up her pace, now bending over, getting her hands behind my back and kissing me fiercely on the lips, her hips doing some kind of gyration I could only sense but not see. The kissing and the close contact put me over the edge and I emptied a load of sperm into for the third time. It was amazing.

"You did not cum?" I asked.

"No, but I loved every second of that. You are going to be quite the catch for some lucky girl, Rob. You seem to genuinely care about my pleasure and that is a rare thing amongst the men I have known."

"My orgasms are better when you have cum, well except for that first one on the bed. I have never felt anything like that."

"One to keep in the box for special occasions. I hope you can teach your lover to do it to you."

My cock was softening inside her and slipped out as she lifted herself off of me. A considerable volume of cum dripped from her pussy onto my belly and penis. She scooted to the edge of the bed with her hand cupped under her pussy again and told me to follow her to the shower. To keep the mess on my belly from dripping to the floor, I used my hand to rub it out on my abs, again taking the opportunity to smell the fruits of our fuck.

We showered and then, because it was 1930, she told me she would make us something to eat. She had some frozen lasagna she had made a month ago and pulled out 2 single serving containers, directing me to forage for things in the fridge to make a salad. We ate together and talked a bit about her college years and her current job.

Unbeknownst to me until now, she was a small business owner, running 3 separate automated car washes in town. I remembered seeing one which was about 3 blocks away from the school. It was not a place I would ever go because, there was not much reason to wash an old beater like I drove. She did much of her work from home, going out daily to check on the three sites and then coming back home for all the paperwork and administrative details. This still gave her time to work out and she had a home gym for that.

After cleaning up from dinner, she hugged me and told me she had a great time. I will see you next Tuesday at the usual time. I left her house on cloud nine. I considered whether I could crash game night but decided I wanted to be alone and mull over the amazing events of the day. I fell soundly asleep at 2200 after being in bed for only about 15 minutes. I guess great sex is great for sound sleep.

I worked hard on my studies over the weekend, not sure what would be in store for me on Tuesday. Thanksgiving was two weeks away and the weather was still hot as Hades. After doing my work at her house on Tuesday, she came out of the house as I was putting away the last of the tools I used. She had on a sports bra and tight pants and was clearly as sweaty as was I.

"Thanks for doing such a great job on the lawn today, Rob. On Thursday, I want you to work on the front garden and trim the bushes along the house. I sprayed a couple of wasp nests I found in the eaves."

"On it. Thanks for destroying those little buzzards for me."

"I would have sooner if you had told me you were allergic, but in some ways, those wasps did you a big favor."

I had to laugh at that. She silently beckoned me to follow her and led me to the pool where she sat down in one of the chairs. Signaling me to stand in front of her, she told me to pull down my pants. Who am I to disobey my elders?

My penis was sweaty and shriveled and in spite of that, she took me in her mouth, uttering a sexy MMMM...

In no time I was hard and she was giving me a wet, sloppy blow job. I was close to cumming and let her know. She did not stop, but put her left hand on my hip and continued to pleasure me. "I am cumming Glenda," I said with some urgency, thinking she would pull her mouth away and let me cum on the ground, but she kept going and I began to spurt, violently it seemed to me, inside her mouth. When my spasms were done, she extended her tongue out of her mouth, drew her lips back off my cock so just her tongue was sticking out and in contact with my penis. She then stroked me with her hand, milking a last small dollop of cream onto her tongue which she proudly showed me before closing her mouth and swallowing.

"I wanted all you had to give me," she said with a steel melting smile. "Now I have to go to a meeting shortly and I will see you Thursday."

I left feeling satisfied, the delightful feeling of my orgasm lingering even as I rode my bike halfway back to the dorm. The next 2 days, I studied, ran a couple of miles each day and worked out. My last class before leaving for Glenda's was not my favorite as none of my friends were in it and the professor had the reputation of actually having bored someone to death in his class. Of all my classes, it was actually the hardest to ace because I could not stand him. Leaving him behind on my bicycle made the trip to Glenda's even more enjoyable, regardless of what transpired.

As we had previously discussed, I did the work she had directed me to in the front yard and again, I did not see her until I was putting away the last of the tools in the shed. She came out of the pool enclosure and called to me to come in. When I did, she was standing by the lounges and gave me an ice cold bottle of club soda. It was hard to concentrate on anything but her spectacular body in the white bikini she was sporting. As a consequence, I was soon sporting a full on boner.

"Did you have a good day at school?"

"I did. I just don't much like my last professor. He is so boring that it is hard to pay attention and therefore hard to make an A."

"Is making an A what is important?"

"Learning and making the best grade I can so I can get into med school is what is important."

"What do you want to learn now?"

"What ever you want to teach me is best," I said with unveiled eagerness.

"Lets learn how to get each other off without touching, then," she said. "I assume you are hard already? If so, please take off your clothes."

Since I was in fact hard, the fact the evidence concealed only by clothing, I complied by removing my shirt first. My penis was pinned tightly to my lower abdomen by my short white underpants. My shorts came off next, exposing a view not unlike what she had seen after the wasp sting, the tip of my penis poking out the top of my waistband. I had covertly adjusted myself when I was drinking my club soda or I would have been in some discomfort.

Mu underwear, shoes and socks all came off till I was naked before her, my erection straight and full in the summer breeze.

"Masturbation can be a wonderful group activity. Did you know that? (She went on as it was obviously a rhetorical question). I am going to lie back on this chair and make myself cum while you watch. Then you are going to do the same, kneeling between my legs. Neither of us can touch the other and you cannot touch yourself when I am and visa versa. You understand?"

"I got it," I said with no little enthusiasm.

She untied her bikini top and set it aside, then raised her hips and slid off her bottoms, revealing to me her glorious naked body. She placed a folded towel under her bottom and then placed her feet on the ground, one on each side of the lounger. Giving me just enough room to kneel on the chair between her legs, she indicated I was to get on with her. Looking me in the eye, she ran her fingers up and down her smoothly shaven labia, stroking herself lightly.

I alternated briefly between staring directly at her breasts, her hand on her pussy and her eyes. Settling on directly looking in her eyes proved most erotic as I could see her beautiful girly parts in my peripheral vision and the way she was looking at me was just mesmerizing. She obviously started dipping her finger into her vagina and she brought her index and middle finger to her mouth, clearly wet and tasted herself. My penis jumped up and down with glee at that sight. I felt more blood rush to my already swollen member.

Continuing her digital assault on her swollen pussy lips (I could not help but look down every now and then), she then took her left hand and wet the tips of her fingers with spit and began to play with her right nipple. Glistening in the sunlight from her saliva, it grew slightly in size as she pinched and pulled at it, rewetting her fingers as needed to minimize friction. Her breathing ramped up in pace and after several more minutes, she began to moan, sometimes closing her eyes, sometimes looking directly at me with a smoldering, erotic, gaze that left me on the verge of cumming on her without touching myself at all.

Her fingers, periodically dipping into her vagina returned to her mouth with progressively more moisture, a viscous clear fluid that made meymouth water with lust for her taste. I imagined it was my fingers dipping into her, my nose inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal and my tongue lavishing her clitoris with repeated strokes, bringing her to the point of climax.

As I watched and listened and dreamed of touching and tasting and feeling, she somehow made it to the peak of the mountain and let loose with a wail of pleasure as her body convulsed in this self administered orgasm. Her legs banged against mine, a clear violation of her rules, I thought with a bit of a snicker, but even that small contact made me ever hornier, her skin hot and searing upon mine, far more so than the thermal properties could account for. Again, I could barely keep from cumming on her from just my voyeuristic participation in this grand sexual theater.

She settled down, and looked at me with a profoundly erotic, post-orgasmic countenance, saying, "I hope you liked the show."

"Better than Broadway," I exclaimed.

"Now, I want to watch you do the same. You can stay where you are or you can trade places with me."

"I will stay where I am. The view is lovely from here."

"I lasted what, 12 minutes."

"I am not sure. I was so enthralled, it could have been 12 or 112."

"How long can you last?"

"To be honest, not long. I almost came twice just watching you."

"Do your best."

My glans was coated with pre-cum and I swirled this around my penis, rubbing it over my frenulum which quickly became too intense if the goal was to drag this out. So I closed my eyes and confined my hand to the middle and lower half of my very needy shaft. The eye shutting was to avoid the spectacular view below me, especially her very wet and swollen pussy lips. That lovely vision was driving me nuts with desire.

Speaking of nuts, I also spent a little time caressing my own in order to change it up a bit. But, the fact was, I desperately wanted to cum and my hand soon found its way back to my shaft. I opened my eyes to find Glenda grinning at me.

"I know how much you need to. Go ahead when you are ready."

Without hesitation, I started stroking myself, the crook of my index finger never letting up the delicious pressure and stimulation of my frenulum. With a guttural groan, deep in my chest, I came, the semen factory apparently having been working overtime, as I counted 10 full shots of sperm covering Glenda from neck to pussy, including one, which to my dismay hit her left cheek. Thinking she would be mad, I was relieved when she said, clearly not upset, "That was a fantastic load! Do it feel as awesome as it looked?"

"I told you I could not last long. Watching you made me almost cum without even touching myself. But I am sorry some got on your face. I know you said you did not like that. I did not do it on purpose."

"Don't be silly, Rob. How could I be mad at you for such an enthralling, albeit short, demonstration of your lust for me. I will taste what you got on my face first. Can you scoop it up for me?"

I scooted closer to her and used my fingers to gather up the dollop of my cream on her face and she sucked it off my fingers, licking them in a rather lascivious fashion. I bent to kiss her and she kissed me back, our tongues trading my semen. I leaned back again, a bit breathless after that and thinking about what I hoped would be another trip to the bedroom. She ran her fingers through the collection on her belly and used it as lube to rub her pussy again.

"I would love to rub out another one with your cum as lube but I have to go take care of some business. What is the earliest you could be here tomorrow?"

"4 or shortly thereafter I think, depending on if I ride or drive."

"Go ahead and drive. No work tomorrow, just play, but I have something I have to do a 7:30, so we will need to pack a lot into 3 and a half hours."

I hoped my face did not show my disappointment as I was so hungry to fuck her again, but I said, "I will be here at four or even a little before if I can."

She pulled me in for a kiss and then said, "Do you mind running into the cabana and getting me a washcloth to clean up your amazing cum shot?"

"On it." I walked nude, my dick still fairly hard, and returned with the cloth, approaching to the very edge of the chair to get my last look. She rewarded me by taking my softening penis in her mouth and sucking off a bit of cum still oozing out.

Looking up at me, she smiled and said, "You really do taste good. See you tomorrow."

I donned my clothes, hopped aboard my bicycle as she was stepping out of the pool gate, completely naked with her bikini in hand heading towards the house. She waved at me and then yelled, "No masturbating tonight. Save yourself for me tomorrow," and blew me a kiss.

I pedaled off, chastising myself for feeling disappointed I did not get to fuck her today and that as horny as I was, I had to keep my hands off my cock for 24 hours. I really could not believe any part of my brain would not be totally satisfied with what I had just experienced. By the time I was coasting down the hill to the campus entrance, I had come to grips with it, and looked forward with euphoria to tomorrow, knowing she had promised me another fucking session.

I fell asleep that night with an erection and awoke with one the next day. 4 o'clock seemed an eternity away. During my last class, I arrived early and told the boring professor that I was having stomach troubles and may have to leave his class. He actually was very nice about it and said, "Of course. I am sorry and hope you feel better soon."

Adopting what I hoped was a 'I have go to shit' facade, I cut out at 3;30 and showered quickly, jumped in the car and took a chance on exceeding the speed limit by more than 10 mph. Getting to Glenda's at 3'52, I got a woody as I walked to her back door.

"Are you eager today?" she said with a laugh as she opened the door.

"Yes. Do you know how hard it was not to masturbate again after what you did to me yesterday?

"I hope you exercised some restraint. I want to see how many times you can cum inside me before I have to leave."

We wasted very little time and she had me start by entering her from behind. She rubbed her clit as I fucked her, mesmerized again by watching my wet, slick cock as I slid in and out of her, slowing several times as I came close, remembering she had to cum first. When she did, I was given carte blanche to fuck or cum so I fucked her hard, bending over to smell her skin, stopping once to slurp up all the secretions oozing out of her vagina, and then finding that a short stroke in and out felt spectacular, gushed into her, watching my cock spasm as I held still, just the tip inside her.

I pulled out of her and wished I could have taken of a picture of her gaping hole with my thick white cum oozing out of it. She even pushed some out by voluntary contracting her pussy muscles. I felt it important to let her know how much I appreciated her and kissed her from head to toe, with particular attention to her breasts and then finally to her pussy, managing to eat her out and bring her to orgasm in record time.

Wen I was ready again after a drink and a snack, she rode me facing away and as I was almost about to cum, she hopped off and sucked me. She remounted me and resting on her toes and hands, did this maneuver where she moved only her torso, pumping up and down on my cock. I was looking at myself disappearing into what was again a sloppy wet vagina and then appearing again. Our pelvises made a delicious sound smacking together and a string of her lube stretched out between us with each upstroke.

After a few minutes of this she bent forward to kiss me and this caused me to explode inside her, another incredible orgasm, one she joined in with me. It was 5:15 now and we again took a break, including a brief shower together, in her words, to wash off the essence of sex so that we can start fresh. She nearly forced me to down 2 bottles of club soda which had the adverse effect of making me need to burp and thus to find ways to hide that from her. She had bought me a toot brush as well, she said, for sweet smelling breath when we fucked.

We had been sitting on the couch when she asked, "How is he doing? Is he ready?"

Confused at first, thinking she was talking to a spirit I could not sense, I deduced she was in fact referring to my penis, before making a fool of myself. Again she had provided me with a robe, so I was not naked while she had a cover on.

"He is good. In fact, just knowing you asked about him has perked him up a bit," I said with a smirk.

As she straddled me, she whispered in my ear, "Lets see if we can get his full attention."

Her hot breath in my ear was a worthy stimulus and it was followed by kisses on my neck, hands untying her robe and pulling it apart to expose her breasts. When so exposed, she pulled my head to her and commanded, "Make me hot."

Her butt cheeks immediately became the center of my hands' attention and her nipples, the center of my mouth's attention. Wetting my left index finger with a copious amount of saliva, I circled her anus, eliciting some erotic moans, music to my ears. Needless to say, I was now fully erect, her pelvis pressing into me through my robe which was still tied shut. I am certain she could feel me and was doing it on purpose. She had told me several times before, the look, taste and feel of a hard cock on a man that she wanted made her wet.

After a few minutes of this oral and tactile attention to some of her erogenous zones, she said, "Your methods are working but I want to go to the bedroom. You are going to stand on the side of the bed and fuck me. You have not had me like that before."

Sounded great to me! In the bedroom, after we shed the robes and she sat on the side of the bed and sucked me, bathing my cock in her glistening saliva, she pulled a pillow to put under her head, lay back and raised her legs in the air. I was immediately a fan of this position, recognizing that I could look her in the eyes and gaze lovingly on her erotic, girly parts while having a view of our bodies coupling. I was soon to learn another benefit; she was able to stroke her clit while we fucked. She had very good core strength and was able to hold her legs up with little assistance.

I entered her slowly, both of us sighing a note of erotic relief. I held one of her legs up myself and was so happy to be able to smell her skin as we fucked. I had already learned that a woman's scent, not just that of her pussy, but of the entirety of her skin was always an aphrodisiac for me in the midst of fucking. I also loved the smell of my saliva on her skin, especially around her breasts and I periodically bent forward to suck a nipple and inhale her scent as I methodically pounded her pussy.

From this position, I railed her harder than I had before and she seemed to love it. Her fingers were playing her clit like a musician's hands on their handpan, beautiful erotic, musical moans escaping her. She announced an imminent orgasm. I had to stop thrusting as she came, her legs ending up on my shoulders and pressing me down, her body curled forward like she was doing a crunch and her hand caught in vise of her own making. It was a sight to behold and one which I felt was seared into my brain.

"Oh, my god, Rob. That was so good! That was a good fuck for me. Keep going and finish yourself. My pussy is all yours."

I took that to heart and started fucking her again, feeling strong and manly, my dick hard and proud as I plunged in and out of her. I felt a gush of fluid from her pussy at one point as I had pulled almost all the way out and where I had been looking in her sexy eyes, I looked down to see quite a buildup of her womanly secretions on my dick. The eroticism of that put me over the edge and I drove that dick into her 3 or 4 more times, spurting repeatedly into her as I fucked (I usually mostly stopped when I came, but this time it felt too good to quit pumping).

Sweaty and feeling wonderful, I disengaged, my penis pulling free and her vagina making a loud farting noise. We both laughed aloud. That small distraction did not keep me from looking down at "my pussy" which was draining our cum like a faucet was located inside her. My cock was hard still and covered with our goo.

I got on the bed beside her after she scooted up and we exchange a long kiss. "Thank you. You are absolutely amazing, Glenda. I can't thank you enough."

My enthusiasm apparently raised a red flag for her. "Rob, we are giving each other something we both desperately needed. I had forgotten how wonderful sex can be and you have reminded me. I just want you to know, that for me, that is all this is."

"I understand. I confess I had a fantasy or two about being married to you, but I knew that is just what is was. A fantasy. Not unlike me wanting to hook up with Farrah Fawcet," I said with a laugh.

"Good, well, if I remember correctly, Tuesday is you last day before Thanksgiving break. We will do something special to send you off and then I will see you when you get back."

On that note, we got up and I cleaned up the huge mess on her bed's side rail and the floor, washed my dick off in the bathroom, dressed and headed out. I was able to join in at game night and had a great time being back with my friends. Todd shared details of his last date with the current woman of his dreams and how they had felt each other up through their clothes.

"I am waiting to get a hand-job like Rob. I hope it is soon. I will make sure I don't soil her dress," he said laughing.

"You asshole," I said glaring daggers at Jon. "You have a big mouth."

Laughing, he said, "There are some things you never share, dude."

Everybody but me talked about girls for the rest of the night and I managed to keep involved by asking questions and making fun of everybody. I felt like a superstar with my buddies but they just did not know my status.

When Tuesday rolled around, I arrived at Glenda's and she met me at the front door, which was quite unusual. Inviting me in, she said, "I hope you won't be disappointed too much but one of my blowers has broken down and we only have about 45 minutes before I have to leave to meet the mechanic. Luckily, the weather has been dry and I don't think you need to mow today, so you can head out in just a bit. Unless, you want to leave now?" the last question delivered with questioning eyes.

"I will fall on the sword and stay until you need to leave. Don't want you to be lonely."

"Great. I am horny, Rob. Come on."

We actually hurried to the bedroom and she got undressed in record time as did I. Being 20, it is not hard to imagine I was already primed for action. I recalled she had hinted at something new and was eager to find out what that was.

"Do you speak any French?"

"Casserole, steak frittes, Champagne. That about does it for me."

"How about 'soixante-neuf'?"

"Ummm. Not sure I know that one."

"Lay in the middle of the bed."

She straddled me and we kissed, hungrily, passionately, and carnally.

Once again, she did that wonderful thing where she rubbed the slit of her pussy up and down my rigid shaft. Soon I could feel the friction decrease and knew if I could look, my shaft would be covered in her delicious, viscous fluid.

"Okay. I am going to flip around and suck your cock while you eat my pussy. Just remember, I always cum first. In this case, it is very important that we not cum at the same time or I might just bite your dick in two," she said with mock seriousness.

The view, the scent, the feel of what I then encountered as she positioned herself atop me was another indescribably erotic experience. I felt her hand take my rigid member and then felt her tongue on me, licking my shaft. I wasted no time in licking what proved to be a very wet, very beautiful slit, her scent strong and intoxicating as I simultaneously inhaled the heavenly air. She proved to be wetter than usual or perhaps gravity was working in my favor and her copious wetness was dripping continuously into my waiting mouth.

At times, it was hard to concentrate on pleasing her as the things she was doing to my penis with her mouth and hands was distracting. It helped out because I think she had the same issues and lost focus a few times, being too aggressive and too toothy! This worked in my favor as far as getting her to the moon quicker. Painting my favorite Van Gogh on her clit with my tongue, she suddenly stopped all penile attention and started bucking her hips. She laid her face down on my thigh and then came, rewarding me with a delicious gush of fluid from her pussy right into my mouth.

"Oh, my god, that was so good, Rob. I did not expect to cum that hard. Oh, my god!"

Careful to stay away from her sensitive clit, I nevertheless continued to lick up the wet, viscous goodness around her labia. I was also selfishly wanting her to get back to pleasuring my needy cock.

"Rob, would you like me to finish you with my mouth or do you want me to fuck you?" she asked after a couple of minutes.

"What would you like to do, Glenda?"

"You are so sweet! Well I was just planning the 69 for the day but after that great orgasm, I want to fuck. But, no rules, you can cum whenever you want."

"Honestly, I want to fuck too. Glenda, will you get on top of me and go slowly. I want to watch you for awhile, burn some images in my brain so when I get home, I can masturbate to them. I am sorry but I know I will not be able to go a week without cumming."

She answered by repositioning herself atop me, Leaning over, she kissed me with considerable passion as her right hand found my penis and inserted me in my favorite slot. She continued to kiss my face, neck and ears, keeping her breasts pressed against me as she slowly moved her hips, her pussy gripping me in a heavenly embrace as it slowly glided back and forth over my shaft. That wet, viscous, fluid that I had so enjoyed tasting a moment ago was now dripping down my shat, then trickling from my balls onto my buttocks. It was over the top erotic.

"Can I look at and suck on your nipples?"

"Yes, my dear boy. I am yours right now. Take your mental pictures. I want you to get cum in your hair on Thanksgiving when when you think about what we are doing right now. I want you to cum so hard, you can't help but scream and wake the neighbors."

"Stop!" I said, laughing. "I don't want to cum yet. I want this to last. You talking like that is going to put me over the edge." With my hands, I indicated she should stop fucking for a moment. I pushed her to a sitting position and proceeded to make love to her breasts with my mouth and tongue, my hungry penis buried to the balls in her wet pussy. After a moment, she began to moan and she started moving her hips again.

I lay back, willing her on. She became more aggressive and began to grind into me, pushing her clit hard against my pubic bone. For me, the stimulation was too much and though my brain wanted this to go on for hours, coupled in sexual ecstasy, my penis was craving immediate gratification and I began to pulse my load into her, making her more wet. My hands pressed her hips down against mine and I groaned in sheer and utter delight as I came inside her.

"Oh, Rob, I feel you! I am so close too. Can I keep going?"

I managed a gutteual "Yes!"

She continued by grinding against me, not riding and no more than 30 seconds later, she buried her face in my neck and made her own orgasmic noises as she came, her pussy clenching hard around my still stiff shaft. For the first time in my life, I felt a second orgasm come on and though I could not see it, I could feel my balls giving up another dollop of cream into her willing pussy.

"You made me cum a second time, Glenda"

"You mean just now?"

"Yes, I came again when you did. I felt it, it was small, but I could feel more cum oozing out. I did not know you could do that."

"Well, I feel pretty special being a part of that. I have never made a man cum twice in one fuck."

"You are definitely special. I can't tell you how good I feel right now."

"Me too. I wish I did not have to go. The sex with you the last few months has just become incredible. I look forward to it every time." Then whispering in my ear, her hot breath on my face, she said, "You have become a great lover. You are going to make some girl very happy."

I left her house that day ebullient, my groin tingling with the delicious aftermath of my orgasms halfway back to campus. I packed and prepared to head home the next day. Many of my fellow students had already left and so had my roommate. In bed with the lights out, my mind reviewed the events of the day and in no time I was hard again, my cock straining against my underwear. I stroked myself lightly through the cotton imagining it was Glenda's fingers. I pulled my underwear off and decided to get up, turn on the light and look at myself in the mirror, wondering what a girl would see when I was in this state.

In the full length mirror on the back of the door, I looked at myself from the front and from the side. I then began to stroke myself, facing head-on. I could almost feel her riding me again as my hand slid up and down my cock. In no time I was at the point of no return and realized I did not have a tissue nearby. Thinking, what the heck, I moved closer to the mirror and coated it with my creamy white spunk. There was something exhilarating about this to me and after cleaning it up, I went to bed feeling sexually satisfied.

I spent the week at home with my family and had a great time with my siblings. We were all up late one night after my parents had retired and were just talking about our time when we had last seen one another. Somehow the conversation turned to sex and to my discomfort, it became rather explicit. Even my sister told a story of a hook-up she had. I was even more uncomfortable when all turned expectantly to me. I remembered Glenda's prohibition on telling anyone at school and I rationalized that my siblings would never meet her (they never did) and it was a safe space. Truth be told, I was dying to tell someone about my good fortune.

So I did. They did not believe me. By the time I had insisted, they finally began to accept the veracity of my tale and then there was a moment of silence.

My oldest brother said, "You know. Parents teach us how to take care of ourselves, schools teach us how to communicate and learn, colleges teach us how to make a living in the world, but no one teaches us about sex. I wish I had a teacher like you."

We discussed the idea for awhile, recognizing that none of us could come up with a reasonable way to do that in reality. Parents teaching was repulsive to us all as was the idea of siblings teaching each other. Getting paid to teach someone how to fuck seemed to be no better than prostitution we concluded. We finally decided, you just had to be darn lucky like I was.

I headed back to school on Sunday of the next week, looking forward to some more of my good fortune with Glenda. I was so horny, I managed to jerk off in the car into a tissue without wrecking. If felt surprisingly good, perhaps because I was certain the few cars and trucks that passed me while I was engaged in the act could look over and immediately know what I was doing.

Monday was always my one of my favorite days apart from Glenda because that is when I had physical chemistry. We did experiments we had planned the previous class and then got our results and grades on Wednesday. My lab mate was a super nice, super smart girl but she was really overweight. I had a great time with her though as she was also funnier than Lucille Ball. When I entered class, though, she was not there and there was another girl at our lab station whom I had never seen before.

"Hi," I said and she turned to me and gave me a heart melting smile. I was immediately smitten but still did not know where May, my partner was.

"Hi. I am Jenna. I am your new lab partner."

"That is great but what happened to May?"

Before she could respond, the booming voice of Dr. Jessup, our professor, got everyone's attention. "Everybody, I want you to welcome our newest classmate, Jenna. She is from the north campus in Ohio and her family moved here. She is all caught up with us as we do the same curriculum at all three of our schools. But now, some bad news. I got a phone call this weekend. May became sick over the break and has been diagnosed with leukemia. She will not be back to school for some time. We all need to pray she gets better."

The class collectively started asking questions and he answered as best he could but of course, everyone was upset. Jenna said, "I am sorry. Seems like everybody like her very much. Hopefully she can recover. I hope you don't mind me getting paired with you."

"Of course not. I am just worried about May. She was a such a nice person, funny, smart and a great lab partner." Looking her in the eyes, blue and beautiful I noticed, I said with sincerity, "I am sure I will love working with you too."

She smiled the 1000 watt smile again and said, "I think it will be great. Do you think you could show me around campus after classes are over today? I could really use a good guide."

"Absolutely. When are you done?"

"5:30, after our lab here."

"Great. Was not sure if you had any late classes. I took a 7 PM class one semester and hated the time. Class was good but I will not take a late one again if I can avoid it."

The lecture today was short as I think Dr. Jessup felt everyone needed a break with the bad news about May. When class was dismissed, I walked Jenna out into the hall and we chatted for a few minutes about the Ohio campus and then parted ways till lab at 4:00. As I walked away, I got goose bumps from the interaction. Not only did Jenna seem to have a great personality, she was absolutely gorgeous! Although I missed May, I could not help but think that the rest of the year could be just as good.

Jenna proved to be an excellent partner in the P-chem lab, though she did not keep me in stitches like May did. She took the work seriously and approached problems with a slightly different bent that made it just as interesting to me as before. When we finished, we were both confident we had nailed the lab and left in a good mood for the 3 hour tour. Actually, a 40 minute tour and then I asked her to come to dinner with me. I introduced her to my circle of gaming friends and then walked her over to a table of girls I knew and they managed to pry her away from me to my disappointment. I joined my friends and told them I was in love.

As we were getting up to leave, Jenna scurried over and asked, "Are you ready to finish my tour?"

Reading between the lines as I knew I had finished showing her all she asked to see, I said, "Sure. Let me drop off my dishes and I will meet you at the front door." I made a beeline for the drop-off and then scurried to the bathroom where I emptied my bladder and made sure I had no food particles in my teeth, popping a piece of gum for good measure. I made it to the front door and she arrived a minute later.

"Would you like to show me anything I did not ask to see? Want to walk around a bit?"

"I would love to," I said, immediately regretting sounding too eager. She made me feel better with a 1000 watt smile.

I walked her up the path by some of the faculty housing and married student quarters and then up a hill into a wooded area off campus that twisted and turned into a hilly route to a lake about 6 miles away. I learned her family owned what she said were some small businesses and that they had an opportunity to build a second store here and so they moved here until the work was done, probably a three year commitment. Turns out her dad was racing on occasion in Formula Ford, a series I had previously watched on the Wide World of Sports. I did not know her dad as he was not a front runner. She apparently did some kart racing till she started college. I kept up with Formula 1 and the Rolex 24 each year and to my surprise, she did too.

We discovered some other common interests such as Rush, the Police, and chess. We made our way back to the dorm and got on the topic of next semesters classes. We learned that we had Analytical chemistry and History of the Middle Ages in common. She told me she was signed up for a class on Human Sexuality and wondered if I had taken it.

"No. I have heard some students talk about it but no one I am friends with has taken it. Do you know who teaches it?"

"Somebody named Terry I think. I don't know if it is a man or a woman."

"I wonder what that will be like on a conservative Christian campus like this?"

"Not sure. Think there will be demonstrations?" she said laughing out loud.

"What is the homework going to be like do you think? I would like to offer my services now!" I said with a grin and for which I received a punch in the shoulder.

Although it seemed like we had only been walking for a minute, an hour had passed as we found ourselves in front of her dorm room. I was not ready to leave her but she said she had to do a few things to get her room set up and then get some studying done. She had lucked out and had a room to herself, something almost unheard of. I informed her I was jealous.

I took the liberty of briefly touching her arm and asking if she would like to meet up for dinner tomorrow, letting her know I did yard work for a family (I always said family now when I referred to my job) and usually could not eat till about 6:45. She gave me an enthusiastic yes!

The next day, I arrived at Glenda's having driven my car so when I was done, I could get back to campus as quickly as possible. Glenda was by the pool and called me in before I could even get to the shed. "Did you miss me, big boy?"

"You know I did. I can't even tell you how many times I missed you, starting the night before I left."

"Oh, did you now. Well I confess, I Missed you too, at least a couple of times. Okay, maybe 4 times."

My dick was filling rapidly and I had to adjust myself, which I tried to do covertly. Not sure it worked as she immediately said, "If I were to pull your shorts down right now, and you were hard, I would let you fuck me right now. And I want to be fucked. Can I pull them down?"

"Oh, God, yes!"

She beckoned me over to the bar and pushed a chair aside, turned to me and slid her fingers in my shorts and pulled them down, exposing what we both knew was going to be a full blown erection.

I stepped out of the shorts after kicking off my shoes and now was clad only in my socks and t-shirt. She leaned over and spit on the head of my dick, using her fingers to lubricate my glans, then turned around, bending over with one hand to support herself on the bar and with the other, reached back to pull her g-string to the side. This was a first for me but I knew what to do. I edged closer to her, bent down to lick her opening, then stood and guided myself inside her.

She was not as wet as usual and so I went slower than usual. She responded by saying, "You don't have to wait on me this time. Fuck me hard and cum when you want," her voice catching with each thrust.

I was so turned on I pounded her, holding her hips in each hand and thrusting hard, though not necessarily fast. She bent lower, I assume to change the angle to her liking and then I could feel her fingers on her clitoris. We both started moaning in earnest and I closed my eyes and listened to the symphony of noise, the slapping sound of my pelvis on her cute butt, the now wet squelching sound of my dick as it rammed home each time, and the chorus of our sexual vocals.

"Oh my God, Glenda. I am going to cum, " I said rather louder than I wanted, hoping no neighbors were outdoors.

"Cum when you are ready, big boy."

Well I was ready. I stopped thrusting and pulled out till just the head of my cock was inside her and watched in fascination again as my penis pulsed and pulsed, pleasure shooting out of my groin just as my ejaculate shot into her pussy. It was a marvelous sight and then I pictured Jenna's face as I pulled out of Glenda. Her pussy made a farting sound as a large glob of cum came pouring out, followed sequentially by more globs.

"Turn around, please!" I said with urgency and a rather authoratative voice.

She complied and I grabbed my shorts, folded them quickly and I kneeled before her, my knees on the makeshift pillow. She knew what I was going to do and spread her legs for me. I kissed and licked her to orgasm within no less than 2 minutes, more cum and woman lube spilling from her tunnel onto my tongue as she spasmed.

"Wow, I needed that!" we said almost simultaneously and then laughed. I stood and hugged her to me, kissing her on the mouth like a man possessed. She in turn licked my face clean of our emissions.

"I hate to even make you do any work after that little present," she said.

"I am here to work. This other thing we do is just candy on top of the icing on top of the cake."

"You are very sweet!" she said with a smile.

I went back to work after she cleaned my flaccid cock with her mouth. When I was done, she stepped out of the house, dressed in a business suit and let me know something had come up and she had to go meet a vendor. I was truly disappointed I was not going to get to fuck her again that day, but was also glad I could possibly meet Jenna earlier and spend more time with her. I drove home, showered and went to the Jenna's dorm and had the RA call her. I let her know I was available earlier if she wanted or I could come back in an hour for our scheduled time. She came right down.

We had a great time at dinner. She asked about my job and I talked about the yard and the duties, avoiding any talk of "the family." We moved on to different subjects and she asked me if I would like to go get ice cream. Sounded like a great idea and I walked her to my car. We got in and headed downtown to a place I knew that had really good waffle cones. She and I ordered and sat outside on a picnic table talking about anything that came to mind. We got to movies and she said there was a movie out she wanted to see.

"Have you heard of 'Back to the Future?'"

"No. I mean I don't watch much TV, so I don't see many adds. What is it about?'

"Allegedly funny and has Christopher Lloyd and Michael J. Fox. I love those two. Let's go. My treat, okay?"

"Sounds great. I will pick you up an hour before. Let me know what showing you want to go to tomorrow. The mall that is closest has a crappy theater so we will need to go to Fairbrook."

The next day in the car, she held my hand as we drove back from the movie. I wished I had been smart enough to take a much longer route.

The 3 weeks before Christmas went by like a gust of wind. Glenda gave me blow jobs, taught me new positions in which to fuck her, and somehow intuited I was seeing a girl. She made it clear that I should make Jenna the first priority. She managed to worm all the details out of me, interestingly, while I was balls deep in her on the side of the bed again. I truly love that position.

The day before we were to leave for Christmas vacation, I asked Jenna to go on a walk with me. Glenda had primed me to give her a gift and picked one out for me. It fit inside my coat without showing. As we walked along in the woods, we were all alone. I asked her about her plans for the holiday. Apparently, her family was flying to Ft. Lauderdale for a Caribbean cruise. She said she was going to miss me. I figured that was the best time and pulled the little package from my coat pocket.

"A little something to remind you while you are away. I will miss you too."

"Oh, thank you! You are so sweet. Can I open it?"

"Sure."

The gift she had picked for me was body spray. I had smelled one like it on Glenda's lovely body before. She squealed with delight and said, "Oh I love this brand but I have never had this one. Let me spray some on my wrist."

She did so and offered her wrist to me. Well, that caused a significant reaction in my pants that I was not prepared for and required immediate adjustment, a move which caught her eye. After I had finished and managed to get out, "You smell wonderful!" she caught me by surprise and hugged me and then kissed me on the lips.

This was the first time we had had any significant contact except for holding hands and it was the source of immediate butterflies in my stomach. The kiss was brief and almost clinical and I could not let it end like that. Using every technique I had learned from Glenda, I pulled her back to me and kissed her like we were making love to make babies. The effect was as desired and she more or less melted in my arms.

Not willing to push things further, I pulled apart from her and said, "Wow! You are an amazing kisser."

"I think you have that backwards. I feel weak."

"Do you want to head back?"

"I want you to kiss me like that again."

I obliged and in the cold, heavy coats between us, we made out for what seemed like seconds but was probably 20 minutes.

"I don't even need this coat anymore," she said and I laughed.

"Me either but I bet we best get started back to the dorms. You ready?"

"No, but you are right."

We walked in silence for several minutes, my hand around her waist. She looked up at me and gave me a 5000 watt smile as we moved into the light. I had to pull my arm away for fear we would be spotted and disciplined for public display of affection (the school had strict rules and a code of conduct everyone had to sign each year).

"I really am going to miss you, now more than before. The gift was so thoughtful. I gather you liked it a lot on my skin." This was said with a raised eyebrow and a hint of coquettishness. I assume this is because she caught me adjusting myself.

We parted ways after exchanging phone numbers but realizing we would barely be able to talk as she would be on a boat most of the time. I felt the overwhelming need to relieve some sexual tension but my room mate was already in the room and 3 separate, even desperate attempts to find the bathroom empty were thwarted. I went to bed, immediately sporting a painful boner which finally subsided and I woke the next morning with crusty and still some sticky goo in my underwear from a wet dream. Sad part was, I could not remember the dream so I imagined it was all about Jenna.

I headed out the next morning, glum about being away from Jenna and then realized, I had not thought of Glenda since the night before. I felt bad about that but only briefly. Driving down the road, I wanted to relieve myself in the car again and also failed at that because the traffic was so heavy I was sure I would be caught (not that there would have been a consequence) but more importantly, I thought I would veer out of my lane at the moment of ejaculation and wreck.

In a smelly gas station restroom where you had to get the key from the attendant, I finally got some relief. I envisioned doing to Jenna what I had last done to Glenda. I came so hard, I feel as though I know what it means to see stars. Of course, there was no toilet paper so I aimed my load into the sink where I could wash it off.

Christmas was not as fun as usual, and I probably moped a bit. My sister was the only one intuitive enough to notice and she asked me if I was having problems with my employer. I told her no and told my story about Jenna. She made an effort the rest of the time we had together to keep my spirits up and gave me lots of advice on things to do to build the relationship. Most of it was good advice but I am not wearing pink shirts. She took me to the mall and helped me buy some clothes in case we went on a more formal date.

I got to talk with Jenna once, the day before we were to be back to school and only for a couple of minutes. It was enough fuel to make the fire in my heart even hotter. Most students returned to campus on Sunday even though classes did not start till Tuesday. It gave everyone time to get new books and make sure they knew where any new classes were. P-chem is a year long course. It was gong to be tough with analytical chemistry and biochemistry as well. In our 2 minutes on the phone, we resolved to get there by 2 PM on Sunday and spend the rest of the day together. We planned to drive to the lake, even though it was going to be in the 40s.

On the way to the lake in my car, which surprisingly had a functional heater (nothing else seemed to work right), we huddled together on the bench seat and acted like it was 20 degrees below zero. I told her I missed her and my sister had to kick my butt to get me out of my funk. She told me about the cruise with her family and that she too had been chastised for being glum. Her mother was the one to pick up on it and drilled her for information, assuming it must be a boy. She claims she told her mother I was a charming young man, not a boy.

After arriving at the lake, we noted at least 2 other vehicles there, both pick-up trucks and saw a couple of guys in 2 spots on the shore fishing. I don't mind fishing but I am not diehard enough to do it in cold weather, thinking they were not going to catch much. Then of course, we both saw one guy pull a rather large fish out of the water. We lost sight of him but heard the big 'Whoop" as we headed down one of the walking trails. About 500 yards in, we could not stand it any longer and by mutual consent, ended up lip-locked for the next 20 minutes.

She was a lady and I was a gentleman and sex organs were not fondled but mine was certainly standing at attention. Our coats were adequate to keep my erection hidden.

"I had no idea I missed you that much!" I said.

"It seems you did miss me. I might have missed you just as much," she said while flashing me another 5000 watt smile. "I was hoping you would let me take you to dinner tonight to celebrate getting back together. I made a reservation at steak house about 20 minutes from here."

"That sounds great! I would love that. I will drive."

My sister must have had a vision because one of the things she told me was it was okay for a girl to ask you on a date and also to pay, but you had best be enthusiastic. The enthusiasm part was not in question, not because of going to dinner but because of spending time with Jenna.

She beamed at me and we set off walking again, chatting this time about our favorite foods and what we restaurants we liked most. She had a lot more exposure to food that did I as my parents did not take us out much and my mother was a mediocre southern cook at best.

"Do you cook much?" I asked.

"No. My mother gets on me, saying I will need to cook for my husband if ever I get married, but I am more worried about getting my business degree and making a living for myself. I want to run my own businesses, like my father. He has taught me so much and is so good with people. I am not sure yet what type of business I want to build."

"My employer owns 3 car washes. It seems to me she does very well for herself. She has a Mercedes S class and a pickup truck. I can't see her driving the pickup, though. She is very girly," I said laughing.

"Am I not girly?"

"You are very girly, in all the right ways."

We made out for another 10 minutes. I decided we should head back to campus on the pretext that I would need to change clothes and shower before dinner. My ulterior motive was to do something about the TSB (toxic sperm buildup) that had accumulated in the last hour. The drive back was marred only by the time I had to be apart from her for showering, dressing and masturbation. I was lucky with the last part, my roommate being MIA when I got back.

I arrived at her dorm in a blazer, white shirt and beige slacks. She was wearing a dress and had hose on with some high heels but she was covered with a long camel hair coat. For the first time I had seen her, she had makeup on and, OH MY! I led her to my car, hands not held, and opened the door for her. We drove to the restaurant next to each other and I did put my hand on her thigh. It was not rejected.

The place she took me was very nice, called Ruth's Chris. I had never heard of it before. It was dark and smelled of butter and garlic. My mouth was watering as the host took our coats but then I was arrested as Jenna's coat came off revealing a tight fitting black dress with a plunging back. She looked stunning and far more mouth watering than the food. I am sure I looked foolish to the staff and patrons as I followed the host and her to out seats, gawking all the way. Only after we were seated did I look around to see any number of men looking at her as well.

"You look beyond stunning! I am the luckiest guy in the room."

I got the 5000 watt smile and did not even need to channel my sister's advice, so sincere was I in my praise. The individual parts were awesome; the whole package stunning. We chatted for a moment as the waiter hovered and then asked about drinks. Given we were not of age, I was going to order water, but she beat me to it by ordering Perrier for both of us.

"Let's look at the menu. This is one of my favorite restaurants. My dad takes us to one every special occasion. I thought you were special."

"I am very special. That is why I always ride the short bus," I said with a snicker.

This got a laugh. Then I looked at the menu! Holy smokes! A steak was $22. I don't think my entire meal has ever been that much at any restaurant I had been to before. She was obviously unfazed.

"What are you going to have? Are you a steak and potatoes girl?"

"I am when I come here. I figured you would be too. The filet is great plain or with the crab. I love the scalloped potatoes. And, we have to have the souffle' for desert."

"I will let you order for me, then. It all sounds great. Thank you so much for inviting me."

"I felt it was a good way to start off the new semester. Thank you for making me feel so welcome. And thank you for being a good kisser. I am still hot."

"You are definitely hot."

For the next hour we enjoyed our food. We talked more about our child hood experiences and I learned that her father was in gross violation of the child labor laws. Jenna had been working in the family businesses since she was 8 years old. She swept the floors at their car dealership, she stocked shelves after hours at their grocery store and convenience store. She learned to do bookkeeping for their coffee shop. Her father paid her the going minimum wage and put it all in investment accounts. He did not release it to her till she went to college. She had to buy her own car, but was able to do so at cost at their dealership. He paid her tuition, room and board, but she had to provide all her essentials. When she was in Ohio, she had a job on campus, working 15 hours a week.

"I don't usually splurge like this. I have never paid to come here myself, but like I said, I thought you were special" Again, that blinding smile. I smiled back, as best I could.

We drove back, squeezed tightly together in the car, exchanging kisses at all of our stops and one last one in the car before I walked her back to the dorm. I thanked her again for a wonderful dinner. I was definitely a fan of Ruth's Chris now.

Walking back to the dorm, I was already looking forward to tomorrow. After completing all of our responsibilities, we should have most of the day together. One of the things we talked about at dinner was cycling. Turns out she liked to bike as much as me but she did not have a bike here. I planned to take her to a local cycle shop and get her a bike tomorrow. They normally cost about $190 but I found an add in the newspaper for 10 percent off. Since I had very few expenses and had worked steadily since I came to college, I had several thousand dollars saved and felt this would be a nice surprise.

I picked her up before lunch and I took her to a sushi restaurant and then when we got back in the car, I said, "Do you mind if I make another stop? I need to pick up something and we are close by."

"Sure. No problem," she said sitting beside me with a hand on my thigh. It was burning me in a good way.

As the car radio did not work, I offered to sing. "Pick a song. Any song," I said with the greatest confidence.

"Okay. 'Careless Whisper.'"

"Don't know that one."

"'Like a Virgin.'"

"Don't know that one."

"'Money for Nothing.'"

"Now we are talking!"

I launched into the song with my horrible screeching singing voice to raucous laughter.

"I guess you now know if I ever have to sing for our supper, we will go hungry."

"True. And please don't ever offer again," she said laughing.

"As you wish," I said lifting her hand to my lips and kissing her knuckles.

I pulled into Jake's Bike Shop and as we got out of the car, Jenna asked, "What do you need here. Is your bike broken?"

"No, it is fine. I am here for you." I held the door for her and in return, got a questioning look.

I had called ahead and Jake had the bike I picked for her right beside the counter with a sold sign on it. I led her directly to it and said, "This looks pretty cool. Would you like a bike like this? I think it would be fun to ride together."

It was purple and had a pink seat.

"It is very nice. But I was not planning on buying a bike today. Besides, this one is sold."

"Let's ask Jake if you can test ride it anyway." As if on cue, Jake came out of the back office.

"Hi, Rob. How are you? Who is the lovely lady?"

"Jenna, this is Jake."

They exchanged greetings and then I said, "Jake, I know this is sold, but can Jenna just try it out?"

He gave me an odd look, but followed my lead and said, "Sure. Just don't wreck it as it is the only one of that color I have and the person that bought it was very particular. Come on Jenna," he said, wheeling the bike to the door.

"Well, I don't have to ride it. I am not buying a bike today. But, I guess, you might talk me into one eventually."

"Oh, please. You will be fine. I think it is even the right size for you."

She relented and hopped on the bike and took a short run around the parking lot and then down the road about 50 yards and circled back.

"It is very nice. Comfortable, and I like the color too."

"Excellent," I said. Jake, can you help me load it in my trunk. I have some rope for a tie down."

"Sure. Let me grab your paperwork and I will be right out."

Jenna looked at me like I had two heads. "What are you doing?"

"Well, since you like the bike, I thought we would take it with us."

"I thought it was sold."

"I guess it is. Fortunately, it is sold to me and I bought it for you. Because, I have an ulterior motive. I wanted to spend more time with you."

"You are crazy! You did not have to buy me a bike to spend time with me," she said, giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you!"

It was a good ride back to the dorm though we stopped on a side road and made out in the car for 15 minutes. That made it an even better ride back.

Back at campus, we both hopped on our respective bikes and took a ride out towards the lake. To our dismay, there was lots of foot traffic and other cyclists out so it was not conducive to stopping for a snogging session. We ate dinner together that night and managed to make out by the ball field before we had to turn in for the night. It was a great day.

The following day at Glenda's, I arrived about 10 minutes early. On the ride over, I remembered with fondness the last time I had fucked her. But today I was torn. I enjoyed the sex immensely but I did not want to do it anymore as I saw it as cheating on Jenna. I was not sure how Glenda would take it but I remembered her telling me I should put my girlfriend first. With that in mind, I knocked on her door, something I did not usually do.

"Hi, Rob. Is everything okay."

"Yes, everything is good. But I wanted to talk to you about something. You remember last time I was here, you deduced I had a girlfriend? Well, I do and I was thinking, as much as I love everything we have done together, I would feel better if we did not do it anymore. I don't think I would feel right about it."

"Rob, I think that is very mature and if I was dating a guy, that is exactly what I would want him to do. Of course, I will miss you," she said with her own 1000 watt smile.

(I was naive enough to think my sexual prowess was such that she would miss me. She made me feel great though I know in retrospect, she was just being very kind.) I felt so much better as I worked for her that day and as I rode back to school.

For the next two weeks, Jenna and I were able to eat together at least twice a day as we learned the ropes of our new classes. We studied together in the library as well, feeling like we were under constant surveillance from stereotypical old lady librarians. I ignored them because I was head over heels into this girl. I felt it was mutual. I bowed out of Friday game night for her and did not miss it. My friends were actually more forgiving than I expected.

On a Friday night, we had just sat down to dinner in the dining hall, having not seen each other since lunch. I could tell she was excited or agitated over something.

"Are you okay? You seem jittery?"

"Oh, I am okay. Just waiting to tell you about my Human Sexuality class. Wow! Our teacher, Miss Terry, earlier this week, spent an hour telling us about various rather racy parts of the Bible, especially in Song of Solomon, where basically, he talks about sex with his woman. Then she tells us how God made us all in his image and how girls have a clitoris that has only on function; PLEASURE. Then she talked about all the ways the church has vilified human sexuality and if I am not mistaken, reading between the lines, she basically was telling us to enjoy our sexuality now. I was too embarrassed to tell you about the class the other day but it was about masturbation, which she pointed out is not even addressed in the Bible but is condemned by almost all religions."

"Why were you embarrassed about that?"

"Well.... I just thought talking about masturbating might be awkward."

As nonchalantly as I could, I said, "Well, I masturbate and I bet you do too. In fact, after we started dating, I think only of you when I get to do the deed."

Jenna turned 3 shades of red. "Just going right to it, aren't you?"

"Well, I tend to agree with what your teacher said. The church and probably our parents as well, at least I know mine would, think we should only be doing it for procreation but that is absurd. I don't buy that one bit."

"So you have given this a lot of thought. I guess I have not, but she has certainly opened my eyes. You know, in spite of us kissing, you have been a perfect gentleman. You have never pressured me to do anything and you have not let your hands wander, as my dad would have said."

"I would never hurt you and I would only go farther with you by mutual consent. I think if we respect each other, the decision to do something other than kiss will come up naturally. Obviously, I think about it. I mean, I just admitted to thinking of you when I masturbate and I am sure you can guess what I am thinking when I am doing it. Do you think of anything when you masturbate?"

I got a 1000 watt smile and more shades of red, visible before she put her hands over her face and mumbled something.

"What was that? I could not hear you."

She looked up at me, still red faced but smiling. "I might just be thinking about you."

Needless to say, my cock was very hard and I had not prepared myself so I was quite uncomfortable. My attempt at a covert adjustment was not so covert and she smiled again, saying, "Are you uncomfortable? Are you having a problem over there? Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"You could help me in a lot of ways I can think of right now, but none of which we can get away with," I said with my own smile. "I might just have to visit the boys room before we go on a walk. Could take slightly longer than usual."

"Oh, my gosh! You would do that?"

"Sometimes, nature calls very loudly!" I said laughing out loud. She laughed right along with me.

"I know what you mean. After we got back from buying the bicycle, you may have noticed I took a little longer than usual to get ready," she confessed with a super sexy smile.

"My dear girl, are you confessing to satisfying your carnal desires while thinking of me?"

"Well, yes. I thought I just made that crystal clear. Are you denser than you let on? Of course! You said you were confined to the short bus."

"The shoe must be worn if it fits. Let's take that walk."

We donned our coats and headed out. It was colder tonight, about 38 and we saw only a few other students scurrying from building to building on campus. We headed for the baseball field where you could hide behind the dugout and not likely be seen by campus security. Of course we veered away when in fact we did see campus security out on their golf cart heading that way.

We were passing by the student and faculty housing when, in the failing light, we saw a woman exit her house and head to the mailboxes as we approached. Jenna elbowed me and whispered, "That is Miss Terry, my Human Sex teacher."

We came within social distance about the time she finished placing her letter in the box and was starting back to the house. She saw us and recognizing Jenna, said "Hi Jenna. How are you tonight?"

"I am doing very well," she said with enthusiasm, and then introduced me. "This is my very good friend, Rob."

"Hi Miss Terry. Good to meet you. Jenna has loved your class and told me about it."

"Delighted to meet you. I am glad you are enjoying the class and I hope you are learning a lot, too, Jenna. I am curious, most people don't qualify friendship with very good. Am I to assume that you are dating? If that is too forward, please don't feel the need to answer."

Jenna said without hesitation, "Yes. We are as joined at the hip as we can be here," saying this with an obvious sense of comfort given what had been taught in her class.

"Wee, that reminds me, I actually need you to stay after class tomorrow for just a moment tomorrow. I want to ask you about an answer you gave on your last quiz."

"Of course. I will stick around."

"Great. Well, have a wonderful evening. I think you will have the lake road all to yourselves. No body else is out and about in the cold. Again, good to meet you, Rob."

We said goodbye and made our way up the road, now officially off campus. "That was interesting," I said. "Did you bomb your last quiz?" I said with a gentle elbow to her arm and raised eyebrows.

"Of course not. I aced it. I can't think of anything she would want to ask me about, though. The quiz was actually on anatomy and physiology."

"Speaking of anatomy, mine is cold. Can we huddle together for warmth?"

"Are you being fresh with me sir?" she questioned with a mock frown.

"After tonight's dinner conversation, yes!"

We held hands and in the fading light, we came upon a small path leading to a clearing several yards into the woods. It was clearer than in the summer with all the leaves on the ground. We made our way in and found a spot not in direct view of the path. In seconds we were lip locked, kissing, tongues probing for each other's uvulas, and for the first time, both of us had roaming hands. My cock was again pointed the wrong way as it filled with blood and became uncomfortable. Neither of us had taken a bathroom break after dinner.

With no embarrassment this time, I separated from her long enough to adjust myself. Jenna looked at my hand whist I did so and then looked me in the eye, kissed me again, but then put her hand on my bulge. In spite of the fact I had on jeans, her hand felt searingly warm through the material and I groaned in pleasure.

"It is my first time feeling a penis," she said. "It feels big to me."

"Well that is heady praise for any male, but I don't think I am all that big. Your hand feels magical, though."

Jenna rubbed up and down my shaft but then stopped, to my dismay. I immediately felt better after she unbuttoned her coat, saying with a smile, "I am a lot warmer now.

She took my hands in hers, positioning one on her bottom and one on her right breast and then leaned back into me for a kiss. I did not wish to offend, so I fondled her breast and palmed her butt, pulling her against me as I did so, pelvis meeting pelvis so my erection would be readily felt against her lower abdomen. She did some groaning of her own as we made out this way for another 10 minutes that seemed like only a few seconds.

The bell on campus tolled, signalling 30 minutes to curfew.

"Rob. I need to go back to the dorm before I explode. I don't think I have ever been this horny before. I almost came when we were kissing."

"I need relief too. It is just very hard for me to know if I can get any privacy. There is always someone in the bathroom and my roommate is almost certainly already in the room."

"Why don't you do it here? Maybe I could help," she said with a hesitant smile. "I hope you don't think I am too forward."

"After what we have confessed to each other today, how could I think you were forward. And from a selfish point of view, I think that is a great idea."

Without hesitating, I unzipped my coat, unbuckled my belt and opened my jeans, pulling them down to mid thigh and without embarrassment, pulled my underwear down, exposing my erection to the cold and to Jenna's wide eyes. The cold did have any effect on my rigidity.

On her part, she did not hesitate to reach out and put a hand around me. Her hand was warm and wonderful in spite of the cold and I never wanted her to let go of me. She scooted closer to me and said, "Show me what to do."

I displaced her hand and showed her how I stroked my self, and showed her how I used the pre-cum dripping from the end of my penis to focus on my frenulum. She took over and her touch, regardless of her lack of previous experience felt amazing. Looking into my eyes, she asked, "Does it feel good?"

"It feels wonderful. Keep doing it just like that."

I could have lasted a lot longer but I had an enormous amount of pent up sexual energy from our day together and I wanted badly to cum, not only for my relief but for her self confidence. I leaned into her and kissed her. I felt her breasts again through her shirt. It was more than enough.

"Jenna! I am going to cum. Don't stop what you are doing," which just at that moment, was rubbing a new emission of pre-cum on my frenulum.

I grunted with pleasure as I squirted my semen into the air and onto the ground, my cock throbbing and pulsing in her hand. The last of my cum dribbled out onto her fingers, thick and viscous, hanging on for dear life.

"Oh, my gosh! That was amazing!" I kissed her again and she giggled against my lips.

Wide eyed, she exclaimed, "Oh, that was so cool! I could feel your penis contracting over and over as you came."

She finally let go of me though I was still hard and then used her fingers to gently squeeze my tip, another small amount of cum oozing out onto her fingers.

"I don't have a tissue. You can wipe it on my shirt."

"I know women give blowjobs and swallow a guy's cum and I want to taste you, so..."

She licked all of it from her fingers and and swallowed it. "I think I will be able to do that for you some time," she said matter of factly. If I was head over heels before, I just elevated another level.

By this time, I was starting to shrivel and to noticed the cold on my skin. I pulled up my underwear and then my jeans. I turned to her and kissed her, giving each breast a gentle squeeze and then I buttoned her coat for her and zipped up mine. We walked with considerable reluctance back to the campus and I left her at her dorm entry, taking a chance on one last kiss.

Walking back to my dorm, I wished we were at a different school where I could be in her room returning the favor by going down on her. Such was my reverie, intermingled with a feeling that I could spend a lifetime with this girl. Sleep came easily that night after 2 hours of study and I had a wonderful dream that I could not recall. I only knew Jenna was in it.

The next morning at breakfast, Jenna said, "I liked what we did yesterday. I had to take care of myself as soon as I got back. It was almost impossible not to make noise. I had a lot of pent up energy that was released." She said this with a coquettish smile and covertly rubbed her foot along my leg. "I wish we had someplace to go other than the woods."

We discussed possible places on campus but nothing seemed safe. One positive though was it was lots warmer than the day before with a high expected in the low 60s. We settled on taking a drive after lunch. She said she would drive this time. We parted ways to study for two hours and do laundry, a chore I hated.

I shaved and showered before meeting her for lunch, a thin piece of mystery meat between a over done bun and some soggy French fries with green salad for a vegetable.

We both agreed lunch was subpar. I offered to take her to a local diner but she said she had enough. "Come on, I did some scouting and found a reserve about 45 minutes from here. Maybe we will get lucky and no one will be there. I am going to run to the girls room and I will meet you in the parking lot out back.

I was waiting when she walked out and she led me to a BMW 5 series that looked brand new. "Wow! Nice car!"

"Thanks, my dad let me buy this one from our dealership at cost. The previous owner took really good care of it. It is actually 5 years old."

I immediately liked the car but missed my car's bench seat. The buckets, comfortable though they were, kept me from being next to her. I settled for putting my hand on her leg. I got a hand on top of mine in return. Her touch was electrical and apparently there was a wire from where she touched my hand that ran to my penis, resulting in an erection, a wonderful response I had planned for with pre-positioning and loose pants.

We listened to our local rock station until we got out of range and then could find only static. We talked about everything except what we were planning to do, a silent and subconscious consent between us, as neither of us likely knew exactly what we were going to do.

"Does the car have an outside thermometer on it? That works?" I asked.

"Yes. Looks like we got lucky. It actually is already 67 degrees. I hope the nice weather does not mean there will be lots of people out here. This part looks like it has lots of trails and I am hoping some nice meadows. I read that it did. I brought blankets and other things in case we find a place we can relax on the ground." She looked over at me and said, "You know, the other night, I could not see as well as I wanted but one thing I could tell, was that boys are messy. So I brought some paper towels and other stuff to clean up with. Just in case you create a mess again."

Adopting mock offense, I said, "I am not messy. I am just enthusiastic."

"Well, I am enthusiastic too, and I only get my fingers wet. Well, and my panties. Oh, I see the sign!"

A quarter mile down the road, we pulled into the reserve. To our delight, there were only 3 other cars there and one family was getting in theirs, apparently to leave. We pulled in a couple of spaces over and got out as they drove off. She popped the trunk and we looked at one of the maps we pulled from a kiosk. We chose to stay away from the paths that boasted the best views, reasoning that most people would take those. We set off, following the map into the woods for about 3/4 of a mile and saw a lovely meadow with low cut grass and separated into 2 parts with a row of trees. We headed across and picked a spot not far from the forest edge and well out of sight of the path, behind the trees.

Jenna spread a couple of blankets on the ground and pulled a small pillow out as well. She then lay back on the blanket, head on the pillow and beckoned me to come to her. I slipped off my shoes and straddled her, leaning forward and resting on my elbows so that we could kiss. My penis, became hard again almost immediately. Our lips parted but I went gently for her neck and ear lobes, kissing and licking softly, inhaling her scent and feeling butterflies in my stomach.

She moaned appreciatively as I kissed her neck. I made my way to the notch of her sternum and kissed her there. "I am going to unbutton your shirt, if you want me to," I whispered in her ear.

A breathy and barely audible "Yes" escaped her lips.

Positioning myself on her right side, I turned her face towards me and continued to kiss her lips as my right hand unbuttoned her shirt, something I had done several times to Glenda. When her shirt was completely unbuttoned, I straddled her again and then began to kiss the swell of her breasts above the top of her bra cups. Jenna moaned and ran her fingers through my hair. I reared back and lifted her to a sitting position, then reached behind her back and with a questioning look, prepared to unhook her bra. She nodded and kissed me.

I unhooked her bra and slid it slowly off her shoulders, gazing for the first time on the breasts that I planned to kiss for the rest of my life. That thought entered my head like a freight train. I ignored it for now, wanting to pleasure Jenna unlike anything she had experienced before. To that end, I gently pushed her back and then began to make love to her breasts with my tongue and hands. She made sexy sounds, her hands running up and down my back, feeling my buttocks and pushing my pelvis into hers.

After what I felt was a reasonable amount of attention to each lovely breast and nipple, I kissed my way down her belly, spending time licking her belly button and then kissed to the top of her jeans. I ran my tongue under the waist band, leaving a trail of saliva running transversely along her lower abdomen.

I moved back up and whispered in her ear. "I am going to slide your pants off." Again, a barely audible "Yes."

I unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them and placed one hand inside the waist on each side. I looked her in the eyes and mouthed silently, "Raise your hips." She raised her hips and I pulled her jeans and panties down as one. Sliding them off, it pulled her socks off as well. She was now naked before me, a vision of beauty that to me surpassed Farah (I of course had never seen Farah naked but was convinced there was no contest. Sorry Farah.).

She had light brown pubic hair and I ran my fingers over it with the lightest touch I could manage. She jumped, but in a good way. I touched her knees on each side, intimating she should spread her legs for me and she did so. Resting on stomach, I reached down to adjust my cock to minimize the pressure on it. My face was now inches from her pussy.

Inhaling her scent, I was immediately addicted. I knew the scent of a horny woman and Jenna was very horny. I kissed her thighs from her knees to her groin crease on each side. She sighed with each kiss and her pelvis gently moved up and down. With great care, I pressed my nose to her pubis, inhaling more deeply her wonderful essence. With the greatest anticipation of my life, I then kissed her pussy and began to lick her gently from bottom to top. She jumped and sighed loudly.

I used the fingers of my right hand to spread her labia, exposing her introitus and clitoris to my greedy and hungry eyes. Indeed, there was clear, delicious lube pooling at the bottom of her opening. I licked it up, gently inserting my tongue into her vagina. She moaned aloud, and said, "Oh, Rob, what are you doing to me?"

Assuming that was a rhetorical question, I continued then to make love to her pussy with my tongue, my lips, and my nose. I felt her fingers reaching for her clitoris and touching it briefly as I licked her fingers and kissed them. She pulled them back and put her hands in my hair. Working my left hand up into the mix, I used it to hold her labia apart and feeling she was more than wet enough, I gently inserted my right index finger in her vagina and began beckoning her to me with that finger while I concentrated writing a new novel on her clitoris with my tongue.

In spite of the fact that this was a new experience for her, she was already so revved up that my novel proved to be a best seller. She came, hard, her hands pressing my head almost violently into her pussy and her legs snapped together, placing my head in the most beautiful of organic vises. Had she crushed my skull, I could not have died more happy. Her body convulsed and she made noises that approximated my favorite piece of music, 'Benedictus.'

I rode this out, still gently licking her clit until she finally relaxed and released me. I suspected I might have some bald patches in my scalp and was fairly certain I looked like I had exopthalmos, eyes bulging from their sockets. She released me and I crawled up to kiss her, my face wet with her girly juices. Then I hesitated, not knowing how she would react to her own fluids on my face. When I hesitated, she put her hands on both sides of my face and kissed me like never before, licking my lips and kissing the sides of my face, running her nose along my cheeks. This made my dick throb like never before.

"Oh my gosh, Rob! What did you just do to me? That was amazing! I have never felt anything like that before. My best orgasm ever was nothing like that."

"I have dreamed of doing that to you for some time. I was convinced if you let me, I could make you cum. But Jenna, I have to tell you something right now. It can't wait. I hope you don't hate me for it."

"What is it Rob?" she asked, adopting a serious face in response to my tone.

I rolled to her side. "You know I worked for the last 3 years mowing a lawn for a family here. Well that family is a single woman, divorced for several years. About 6 months ago, I got stung by a wasp and I have an allergy to them so I had to take meds and I was kind of sick for a bit with that. She had me come inside and took care of me till I was feeling better. I also spilled water all over myself when I got stung and she had me take my shirt and shorts off to dry them while I was resting on the couch. She was in a bikini all this time and I was covered by a blanket. Well, I got an erection while I was looking at her and then she was putting medicine on the stings and moved my blanket aside and saw my erection. Well, one thing led to another and she had not been with anybody for 2 years and she offered to teach me sex. For the next 6 months, we had lots of sex. I stopped when you and I took that walk and kissed for the first time so the last time I had sex with her was in December. But that is why I was able to do that to you with some level of skill."

Jenna looked at me, silently for what seemed like an eternity. then I noticed tears forming in her eyes. My stomach immediately turned flips and tied itself into knots and I felt like I could fill the toilet with diarrhea. But then, she pulled me to her and kissed me.

"The best part of that story is that you, a 22 year old male whose hormones rage probably more than mine, and you stopped having surefire sex with a safe woman because of me. The second best part of that story is what you just did to me. I am guessing from knowing you for the last few months that you are going to be faithful to me always."

"We were not even a couple yet, but I told Glenda I felt like I would be cheating on you if I had sex with her anymore. I am yours unless I find out you are a serial killer."

"Can you get my knife out of my bag, please," she said with an evil grin.

My cock which had deflated immediately after realizing I had to tell her about Glenda came back to life. It dawned on me that I was still fully clothed and Jenna was fully naked. She came to the same conclusion simultaneously and said, "I may not have your skills, but I am eager to learn and have lots of enthusiasm. Please get naked like me."

I was naked faster than ever. My cock was proudly standing at full parade attention. We scooted together, both of us on our knees, my naked cock pressed against her belly and we kissed again with desperation. I fondled her lovely breasts and kissed her nipples again and she then put her hand on my penis. I felt like I would burst.

"I want you to lie on your back," she said. I did. "Tell me what you want."

"What I want is for you to lick me. Go up and down me with your tongue. Hold me with your hand underneath me and spend time on my glans."

"I can do that." She bent forward and gripped me first, licking my glans like a lollipop. "You are beautiful, Rob. I could not see you the other night, though I suspected. And I love the way you feel in my hand." She licked again, and then again raised her head, looking me in the eye and said, "You smell good and you taste good. Do I taste good to you?"

"I could live off of eating your pussy for the rest of my life."

She went back to licking me, kissing me, and squeezing me with her hand. She continued this oral service and I put my hands on her shoulders and her head, murmuring words of encouragement, moaning with pleasure and getting closer and closer to a climax. She lifted my cock to vertical and put my whole glans in her mouth, working her tongue on my frenulum. This brought me to the brink and I was about to tell her I was going to cum in her mouth when she popped off and squeezed me and then went back to licking my glans.

"You have done it, Jenna. I am cumming!"

My cock exploded, my toes curled and my hips bucked as I fired 8 or nine epic streams of semen all over my abs. Jenna silently looked on with an expression of awe. And then, I got a 5000 watt smile that melted my heart. I did not think I could feel better.

"That is beautiful! I love the way you cum and the way it looks on you. I am so glad we have done this. It is just too good to wait on. I don't think I could ever get tired of this. And we have not even had sex yet!"

"You are going to love it when we do."

Jenna busied herself in her bag and brought out some paper towels. She used one to wipe off my abdomen. Then she ran her fingers through her slit. They came away wet.

"I am sopping wet, still." She pulled a package of baby wipes and cleaned her pussy. I thought it was pretty erotic.

We dressed and then sat down for a awhile longer to enjoy the beautiful day. We did some kissing.

"I am sad we don't have a way to do this more easily. Both our cars are cramped and they would not be very comfortable. Having said that, your car could work when it is cool enough," she said with a sexy smile.

"I wish I had a solution. Maybe one will present itself."

We gathered our things and made our way back to the car. On the way back, I suggested we stop at Arby's where I bought us a gourmet meal. It felt that way because we were so happy and we were hungry after our exertions. Sunday we stayed on campus as the temperature went down and the wind picked up. In the morning and afternoon, we studied in the library and did our laundry. We had our version of phone sex but without the phones over dinner. We went to the bathrooms to take care of business after and then, feeling slightly sated, we met up with two of her friends and played cards.

Monday was another cold day and we saw each other only in our chemistry classes before dinner. I remembered she was supposed to meet with Miss Terry and asked her what she wanted.

She looked up and to the left, and then said, "She just went over some of the things we talked about in class. I think she is meeting with everybody."

For reasons I could not put a finger on it but she seemed a little odd when she said that. The mood quickly passed and we headed off to the library. The rest of the week was uneventful. On Saturday, it was cold and rainy but we were both horny and decided to try out my car as a vehicle for satisfying our urges. We managed to find a place we thought safe and I fingered her to orgasm and she used her hand on me. In spite of her saying boys were messy, she was the one who made a bit wet spot on my upholstery. I spent the next day cleaning it and would do it anytime without complaint for the privilege of fingering her.

This was our life for the next 3 weeks. I had no work because of the weather, but I got a message at the dorm on Wednesday from Glenda, asking if I could work for 2 hours Friday afternoon. I called her to let her know I would be there. She said she had bought some exercise equipment and she wanted me to put it together. She asked me how things were going with Jenna and I told her "splendid!"

Next morning at breakfast, I asked Jenna if she wanted to go. "Sure. I would love to. Do you think it will be weird?"

"I don't think so. I mean Glenda never pressured me and was always very kind. She was actually very happy for me when she found out about you."

She raised her OJ glass and clinked mine and said, "To Glenda."

At Glenda's on Friday, she greeted Jenna warmly and showed us the kit she bought. We worked in her basement, an area of the house I had never been in and the two of us got her new cage put together. Glenda came down just a few minutes before we finished and said, "Rob, can you come up and help me with something else real quick, please?"

Upstairs, she pulled me into the dining room and asked me, "Have you had the opportunity to use any of your lessons with Jenna."

With a shit eating grin, I replied, "Yes. We have been able to spend somquality time together. But, it is very hard to find places where we can be free to practice, so to speak."

"Does she know about us?"

"Yes. I told her everything."

"Well, I guess that went well. Listen. I am going to leave the house in just a few and will be gone for 3 hours. The cabana house is yours to use. Just strip the bed afterwards and put my sheets in the washer. Make sure you lock up, okay. And, Rob," she said turning away and looking back at me with a smile, "Have a great fucking time."

I don't think my feet hit the risers on the way back down to the basement. I did not volunteer the good news, just said, "Let's get her basement cleaned up and we will be ready to get out of here."

At the back door, I locked the knob and then said, "Follow me. I want to show you something."

I led her to the pool gate, opened it and let her pass through. "We are going in there."

"What is in there?"

"What I want to show you is in there," I said, smiling brightly at her. "Have you no patience?"

I opened that door and let her pass through. I followed and shut the door. I just stood there, not saying anything or doing anything but looking at her.

"So.... What did you want to show me?"

My dick was hard just thinking about what was ahead so I pulled off my shirt and began to unbutton my jeans, dropping them to the floor. My erection was obvious in my underwear.

"What are you doing," she asked, wide eyed and looking out the window on the door, obviously fearing Glenda was going to come in.

"Glenda is gone for three hours and told me to use her cabana. All we have to do is take the sheets off and put them in the washing machine." As I said this, my socks, and underwear came off. I was obviously excited if she had not already noticed.

She grinned at me and started to disrobe. We kissed briefly at the side of the bed and then got on after pulling the comforter down. I clambered atop her and began kissing her like there was no tomorrow. Lips, eyelids, earlobes, neck. I ran my fingers through her hair and fondled her beautiful breasts, finally succumbing to my desire to taste her buds. Her hands did not stop moving on my body either. I started fingering her pussy as I kissed my way down her body and soon, I was making love to her pussy with my mouth. Her orgasm was very much like the one in the field.

She kissed me, my face again covered in her delicious lube. She licked me clean.

"It is such a turn on for me for some reason to lick myself off of your face," she said looking at me directly in the eyes, smoldering lust apparent in her brown orbs. "Tell me what to do."

I got on my back and had her straddle me. "I want you to run your pussy up and down my shaft. If you lean forward, you can rub your clit on me and hopefully you can cum again."

She gamely positioned herself and began to rub her pussy on my cock and I could soon feel moisture accumulating on my cock and even dripping onto my pubis. We kissed as she did this and she soon started breathing heavily. Looking into my eyes, she said, "I can't believe how good this feels. I think I am going to cum soon."

She continued grinding against me and several times I almost slipped inside her. I moved my pelvis in what I hoped was such a way as to make it better for her. Our reward was an intense orgasm in which she pressed her pussy tightly against me, not moving and got her hands around my torso, her forehead pressed against mine as she shuddered in pleasure. I was so pleased, I almost came too.

"Oh, gosh, Rob. That was amazing but I have cum twice and you have not cum at all."

"Well now, I want you to do to me what you did in the park."

I put an extra pillow under my head so I could watch her better and was delighted to see my cock was absolutely glistening with her moisture. She used her hand to jack me and then her mouth and then both. I lasted maybe 4 or 5 minutes before I came. It was very special because she cupped her hand around my penis as I came, collecting all of my spunk in her hand.

"You are so sexy when you cum, Rob." She said this while playing with my sticky white load. She smelled my load in her hand and tasted a glob. "I want to try and give you a blow job. I want you to cum in my mouth."

"We have time, Jen. Let's get washed up and get something to drink."

When we got back in bed, I had her lie on her stomach. I straddled her and admired the view. Kissing her neck and back, I began to massage her shoulders, enjoying the scent of her skin. I had no oil, so I used saliva, provided through kisses and licks. My hands trailed down her back and I massaged her butt. Moving to her side, I got my fingers wet and began to rub her pussy, getting her labia wet. She moved her legs apart to give me better access. My cock had grown hard and ready for action that I could not yet take with her.

"Jenna, get up on your knees and then rest you head on a pillow and support yourself with your elbows on the bed."

As she got in this position, I got behind her, again admiring the view of her glistening pussy and her little chocolate starfish right above it. I then buried my face in her crack and tongued her slit repeatedly from front to back, starting at her clit and going all the way to her perineum. My nose tickled her anus. As she became more aroused, she produced more lube. I used some to wet my left index finger and began to gently rub circles around her anus. I alternated that with my right finger in her vagina.

After several rounds of this, I could tell she was close to another orgasm. Using my right thumb inserted just inside her pussy with some gentle in and out and my right middle finger circling her anus, I set to work with my tongue focused solely on her clit. A moment or two later, she let out a whimpering cry that heralded her orgasm. I could feel her anus puckering under my finger and her pussy clenching my thumb.

Making her climax made my cock throb and I became anxious for my own release. I felt as though I was now more addicted to making her cum that I thought I was with Glenda. Her body melted back into the mattress as I continued to rub her pussy, covertly tasting her and rubbing her juice on my cock. Unable to stop myself, I stroked my tool as I lay beside her.

Gradually, she opened her eyes and looked at me, a dreamy expression on her face. "I just can't believe how good it feels to have you do those things to me. I thought when I masturbated, it was the best thing in the world but this is so much better. I masturbated this morning and it felt amazing. I had no idea we would get to do this today. I am becoming addicted to orgasms!"

"I know we are in our twenties but I can't imagine ever getting tired of having sex with you."

We both looked at each other as we both realized that in my statement, there was the first promise of commitment. Getting on all fours, Jenna kissed me on the lips and whispered, "Its time I tried that blow job."

I took the middle of the bed. My cock was bobbing in anticipation. "Any pointers," she asked.

"NO TEETH!" I said with a laugh. She of course immediately took my cock in her mouth and gently bared her teeth, holding me ever so gently.

My ulterior motive in continuing to stroke myself after her orgasm was to make sure I would cum in her mouth quickly. Glenda has told me if a girl was not used to sucking cock, she could become fatigued very quickly and as a beginner, I should make sure I came quickly.

Jenna took my stroking hand away from my cock and placed it to her lips, kissing my fingers. "Mmm. You smell like me after I cum."

She bent down and took me in her mouth. It felt wonderful. She held my cock steady as she bobbed up and down, taking only the top third of my length in, her tongue instinctively busying itself on my frenulum. I looked forward to the day I could try and teach her to do to me what Glenda had done with her digital cock ring, but right now, I was still in heaven.

Two minutes in, watching her face, her cheeks distorted by her actions, her breasts swaying beneath her chest, her saliva running down my cock onto her fingers and into my pubic hair, I was ready. My rockets ignited, deep in my balls as I gave her the 5 second warning, "Jenna, I am going to cum now."

My semen exploded out the tip of my cock, apparently hitting her in the throat such that she gagged, leading her to open her mouth while still keeping my glans pressed against her pretty pink tongue. As such I was able to see my next 4 ropes of semen coat her tongue and drip out of her mouth onto my slick wet penis and her fingers. It felt so good, like every other orgasm I had ever had and was an experience I wanted to relive over and over.

She smiled at me and swallowed what was in her mouth. "I guess you liked it?"

"It was wonderful. I love you for doing that to me."

Oh my! Two declarations in one afternoon. I immediately said, hopefully before she could process that, "Lie down. I think I have some more in me."

She obeyed and I scooted up to her, bent across her supporting myself on my left arm and using my right hand, running it up and down my slick cock, came again with a mini orgasm and had some cum dribble out onto her right breast and nipple.

"Oh, my gosh that was sexy!"

I rubbed my sperm into her breast and tweaked her nipple before sucking on it and licking my sperm. I kissed her and enjoyed my own taste on her lips and tongue. I kissed up and down her body again which reeked of sex and we had not even fucked. I wished I had condoms right then, not knowing when we would have a chance like this again.

We washed up, got something to drink and sat at the kitchen table in our underwear. We had about 45 minutes left but I did not want our time to end. I was fairly certain she would make me uncomfortable asking about my 2 declarations of a long lived relationship and of love, though I could have argued it was all about sex. Not naive enough to believe I could fall in love with someone in such a short time, I nevertheless wondered about our future with a sense of optimism and perhaps a touch of certainty.

With 30 minutes to go, we put the sheets in the dryer and jumped in the shower. Neither thought it a good idea to wander on campus smelling like we had the run of every room in a brothel. We drove back to campus, having left a note of thanks to Glenda on the bed side chest. We were momentarily sated in the sex department but made plans to study together in the library. I still got a boner sitting next to her as we relived some of our escapades.

The coming week was good but we had little time to be together alone. On Friday, though, I was back in the dorm around noon before lunch and got a knock on the door. The RA gave me a message to call my employer. I had time and dialed Glenda. She answered and asked, "How did it go last Friday? Did you have fun?"

"Yes! We can't thank you enough."

"Did you wow her?"

"I did my best. I got some pretty intense praise and some loud audibles."

"Great. Was she a virgin?"

"Oh, well, I think so. We have not been able to do that yet," I said quietly as there were other students around.

"Why? Did you not go get condoms as soon as I told you you could have the room."

"No, I guess I did not even think of that." (The ones I had bought on the way to college had remained unopened and had expired.)

"Rob, you are a gem. That girl is very lucky. Well, I have another gift for you. You can have the place from 11AM to 10 PM this Saturday if you want it. And if you decide to go all the way, remember to make her pee after every time. You don't want her to get an infection."

"Glenda! I can't thank you enough. That is so awesome."

"You are welcome. Bye."

I was ebullient about Saturday but not sure how to "pop" the question to Jenna but decided to just go for it. So at dinner, we chatted for a bit and then I said, "I have some news, good news. Glenda says we can have the cabana this Saturday from 11 in the morning till 10 at night!"

Her eyes widened and her mouth formed an adorable grin. "I am horny already. I may be getting wet just thinking about it," she said as she rubbed her foot on my leg.

"So, I was wondering, and I want you to know, I am not asking you for this, but I wanted to know if I should go to a drug store and buy some protection."

After a bit of hesitation, she looked all around and said, "Rob, I don't think I am ready for condoms yet. I hope that is okay with you."

"It is absolutely okay with me. I know we have not talked about it before, so I am good with whatever you want. I just love spending time with you. After all, I spend almost all my free time with you now."

We both agreed the next 15 hours would pass like molasses. We played cards with her friends that night till 11. Just nine hour left. We got up early and did laundry, packed a bag and planned a stop at the nearest grocery store to buy some snacks and food. We arrived at Glenda's at 10 minutes after the hour. As promised, Glenda was gone. My cock was hard before I got out of the car.

In the cabana, we embraced and kissed as soon as we dropped our bags. The kiss was passionate and long. We had no need to grope and fondle, knowing we would be doing that skin to skin soon enough. It was a kiss I was to remember for years to come. When we separated, we were both breathing heavily, hearts racing and palms sweating as though we had never been together before. We gathered our bags and put some things in the fridge that had to be cold.

For reasons not clear to me, it seemed as though time was standing still. After our brief chores, though, Jenna said, "Get in bed with me," and she began to disrobe.

I just watched her, making no move to undress myself. She took the cue and did her version of a striptease for me. I loved watching her expose bits of her skin to me, and literally shivered with excitement. After she got on the bed, I went to the table by the door and turned on the radio to the rock station we both liked. Peter Gabriel was singing, "In your eyes, the light, the heat.."

I went back to the bedside and took off my clothes and crawled on top of her, kissing her like we did at the doorway, my erection pressed against her belly. All those reactions we had before revved up again, our breathe, our hearts, but no sweaty palms this time. I could hear her heart beat and feel it through her skin. The radio music faded away and the only sound I heard was the music of her moans, her breath and her heart beat.

As I was kissing her neck, she whispered in my ear, her hot breathe like a warm caress on my skin, "Make love to me with your mouth, Rob."

I kissed her neck, her breasts, taking her nipples one by one in my mouth till she moaned in pleasure. Leaving a trail of saliva on her body from her eyelids to her pubic hair, then up and down her legs, I finally arrived at her groin, her body heaving in anticipation as I began to lick, suckle, and kiss her pussy. She was wet, her scent and taste tantalizing and intoxicating. I used fingers, thumbs, my mouth and my nose and I was rewarded with my girl's loud, violent climax.

For a moment she seemed dead, just as orgasm is referred to in French at times as the la petite mort. I lay down beside her and drank in the vision of loveliness before me and just like the Grinch, I felt my heart grew three sizes that moment. I felt the need to protect her, love her, and I wanted her to be all she wanted to be.

Her eyes flickered open and I was blinded by a 10,000 watt smile. "You were not kidding the other day when you said you loved me were you?"

Unexpected as that question was, I was prepared. "I know I am only in my twenties, but I am in love with you. I can not at this time see myself apart from you in any future I can conjure that is a happy one."

She pushed herself up, pushing me back on the bed on my back and straddled me. She kissed me, and said, "I know it and I feel it too. I was led to you and I have unwrapped the best present ever."

She bent forward to kiss me and as she did so, she rubbed her pussy up and down my shaft, wetting me with her love. But then, she maneuvered herself until my head was at her entrance and with decisive pressure, she pushed back and my cock slid into heaven without resistance.

Unprepared for this and scared, i tried to disengage from her but she held me fast, keeping me buried inside her. I was opening my mouth to protest and she actually shushed me. "I know what I am doing and I know you want this. It is safe. I told you I don't want condoms but I did not tell you why. I want us to make love all day long and we are doing it just like this. Remember when you asked me what Miss Terry wanted that day in class after she met you?"

"I remember."

"I told you it was about class. She has taught us sex is to be enjoyed as a gift from God. She discerned that we were close to one another and she offered to provide me with birth control pills so that if we wanted to experiment and make love, we could do so safely. She gave me all kinds of advice on making love and staying healthy. I have been on the pill for a month and now it is safe for us to make love. I am going to make love to you now. Unless, you don't want me to."

She grinned and started to lift off of me. I immediately pushed her hips back down, seating her pubic bone firmly against mine. "I want it more than anything I have ever wanted before."

Jenna began to move her hips, her breasts pressed against my chest, our lips and tongues fused together in passion. Our moans were muffled as we coupled, her movements slow and sensuous. I recognized that what Glenda and I did together was beautiful and it was precious to me, but this was different and far superior. This was not mechanical for pleasure alone or in my case, for pleasure and for learning. Glenda and I were a rock ballad to be forgotten in a hundred years. Jenna and I were a symphony to live on for thousands of years, played over and over in endless delight.

This first time with her was the longest of the day, Her clitoris was on automatic and she fired at will, some three or four times before I came inside her. She cried with joy when I did, her tears wetting my face. "I love you too, Rob. And you are my future."

Indeed she was. In our senior year, we finally had an epiphany and she, with her dad's help, started a racing school for girls. I gave up the idea of being a doctor and together we started 17 different businesses over the last 40 years, all but one successful. The school was the failure but it galvanized us into action and we never looked back.

I look back after 40 years of marriage to this amazing woman, having shared all manner of triumphs and failures, but never having abandoned the love we professed as young adults. I think back to two women who taught us about sex (something we still crave and enjoy to this day) and love, teaching us to find what is missing in the lives of so many. I think back too to the wise words of my oldest brother who wondered aloud how we could be expected to deal well with something so powerful as human sexuality without being taught. I don't know the answers but I will be eternally grateful to Miss Terry whom I met only once, and to Glenda who shared something priceless with me.