Chasing Paradise Ch. 26 - 30

No character in this story was under 18 when they had sex.

I will leave it to the reader to decide what is true and what is fiction. I have been around long enough to know that each person decides what is true or not based on their own experiences, and NOT based on what is actually true.

Chapter 26 -- Beatrice

"Hi Pete," Shirley's friend said. "I'm Beatrice. Do you think you could find time to help me with math? Shirley said you are really good at math and science, and I have a hard time understanding them."

"What math class are you taking?" I asked.

"I'm in college algebra," Beatrice answered. "Since I understand that you are taking calculus, I assume that you already know algebra."

"OK," I said. "I tutor Shirley on Thursdays. Is there a day that will work for you?"

"I'm OK with any day," Beatrice replied. "Whatever day will be good for you is fine with me. When Shirley told me about you, I didn't really think you would say yes, so I would be agreeable to almost anything."

"What are you doing on Sunday?" I asked. "It would give us plenty of time to figure out how much you already know and start working on your weak points."

"Sunday is fine," she said. "My mom works on Sundays, so we will have the house to ourselves." Beatrice then wrote her address and phone number down on a piece of paper and had me write my contact info down in her notebook. Remember, this was long before cell phones were introduced, so we are talking about home phone numbers. I said I would be there at about noon on Sunday, and Beatrice said she would have lunch ready for me. That made me smile.

On Thursday, Shirley gave me an extra special "thank you" for helping her friend Beatrice, so even if things didn't work out with Beatrice, I figured I had come out ahead. On Sunday, I pulled up to the address Beatrice had given me and walked up to the front door. I had barely arrived at the front door when it opened, and there was Beatrice standing in a mini skirt and tee. This was 1972, the year that micro minis came out, and I had never before seen such a short skirt on a girl. Talk about sexy. My cock responded immediately.

"Hi Pete," she said. "Lunch is on the table." We went into the kitchen where sandwiches, chips and lemonade were waiting for us. We talked during lunch, and by the end of the meal, I knew a lot about Beatrice. Like Shirley, she lived alone with her mother; she was fairly shy; she stumbled over the most basic of math concepts; and she was gorgeous. Beatrice was about 5'2" tall, maybe 110 lbs., long silky black hair (which I had grown fond of in the Philippines), stunning dark blue eyes, a small nose (perfect), and pale blemish-free skin. She said she was a "black Irish," whatever that was.

One last thing I learned was that her mother had never let her have a boyfriend in high school. I asked if her mother would be OK with me being alone in the house with her. She replied that her mom was happy that she was getting help with her math class, so it was OK.

After lunch, I asked where her math book was, and we walked into her bedroom, where her algebra book was laying on the bed. I sat down on her bed and started thumbing through the book, asking her questions as I went. It soon became apparent that Beatrice knew nothing about anything in the book. That made it easy for me. I just had to start at the beginning. Luckily, she hadn't waited too long to ask for help, so she hadn't failed any tests in the class yet. It was soon quite clear that she would have failed (as going down in flames) without help.

We started at the beginning of the book and worked through concept after concept. After a couple of hours, she started to at least understand the material, and she commented that I was an excellent teacher. That made me smile. She asked if I was going into teaching, but I laughed. "There isn't any money in teaching. I'm going into engineering where I can put these concepts into practice."

"That makes sense," she replied. "Speaking of money, I don't have any money to pay you for your time."

"No problem," I said. "I never asked for any money."

Beatrice leaned forward and kissed him. "Thank you. I was worried about how to pay you."

I smiled. "Your kisses will be payment enough," I replied.

Beatrice smiled back and leaned forward for another kiss. This time, I took advantage of her momentum, and pulled her into me even further. She ended up laying on top of me, and our kisses slowly started to become more and more intimate and passionate. She was obviously enjoying this, even though she was just as obviously as inexperienced in kissing as she was in algebra.

She was having a hard time keeping her balance above me, and Beatrice ended up straddling my hips as we kissed. That was very good because her mini skirt, which barely covered her bottom to start with, was then wadded up around her waist. As we kissed, my hands were exploring her body, and she was soon moaning into my kisses as the sensations started to overwhelm her.

Beatrice was wearing a T-top, and I slid it up her torso until it was riding up under her arms. When she realized what was happening, she pulled her arms out of the sleeves, and off of her head, leaving her clad in just her lacy bra and her mini-skirt. We continued to kiss, and she was really enjoying the sensations. I reached around her back and unhooked her bra, causing it to fall down between us. "Mmmm..." she moaned. "I've never done this before."

"Don't worry," I said. "You are on top, so you can control how far we go. We can stop anytime you say."

"OK," she replied, and then kissed me again, her bra falling down her arms and then being pulled from between their bodies. My hands quickly found her soft warm treasures, and I started massaging them. Beatrice raised up, and looking down said, "You are overdressed." I raised up just enough to slide my T-shirt off, and then unsnapped and unzipped my pants, sliding them down my legs (all while continuing to kiss her).

Beatrice broke the kiss to look down. I still had my boxers on, but nothing else. She smiled and said, "I didn't realize that we were going to strip down so far."

I replied, "You are still in control, and as long as underwear remains in place, there isn't much chance that too much will happen." She smiled again and kissed me. This time, though, I kissed down her neck to her breasts.

Beatrice gasped when I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. "Oh my God, that feels wonderful. Please don't stop."

I repeatedly suckled both breasts, trading back and forth, giving each nipple equal time, and spreading the love to include the tender flesh surrounding her nipples and areolas. Beatrice was unconsciously grinding her panty-clad pussy over my cock, which by this time was sticking almost fully out of the top of my boxers because of her movements on me. My boxers had actually slid down my hips and onto my thighs, which she didn't notice. However, the grinding felt great to both of us, and her pussy was soaking her panties, causing them to wad up in her cleft. This, of course, caused my cock to contact her vulva directly, and pretty soon her panties had been pushed completely to the side as my cock slid through her wet vulva and repeatedly pressed against her clitoris.

At some point, the tip of my cock contacted her vaginal entrance, and after repeated strokes with her pushing down on me, it started to make its way into the depths of her vagina. Neither of us really intended it, but with all of the pelvic thrusting on her part, it was only a matter of time before my cock pressed against, and then pierced, her hymen. Beatrice's eyes shot open when she felt a flash of pain inside her vagina, but then she just closed them again and continued her pussy's descent onto my shaft.

When my cock was fully seated in her vagina, she looked down at me. "I didn't know that was going to happen, but I'm glad it was you who did it with me. I thought it would hurt more. Thank you."

I looked up and mumbled, "It is me who should be thanking you. What a precious gift you have given me." Beatrice started sliding back and forth, testing how being stuffed with a man's cock would feel. I pulled her up to face me and asked, "Are you on any kind of birth control?"

She answered, "No." However, after some questions, I soon discovered that she was close to getting her period, so it was unlikely she would get pregnant. She was happy that I knew about those things because she wasn't really sure when she was fertile, and when she wasn't, and Beatrice didn't want a baby. I also told her to go to the clinic the next day to get on the pill. That way, we wouldn't need to worry about her getting pregnant in the future.

I rolled her over to her back saying, "I might as well be in control now, since your hymen is already gone." Beatrice agreed. I started a rhythm, sliding my cock fully in and out of her vagina, further and stronger with each stroke. Eventually, I was pounding her at a pretty good pace, and she was moaning and squealing under me. I found that her panties were rubbing against the side of my cock with each thrust, so I quickly disengaged and pulled off her skirt and panties and my boxers before reinserting my cock back into her pussy. I think that she barely noticed the interruption.

I continued at a good pace until I felt the seed start rising in my balls. Then, I used my thumb to rub her clitoris until she was starting to climax right along with me. As her vaginal walls started milking me, I started pumping spurt after spurt of my seed through her cervix and deep into her womb. Who knows how long it lasted? Time stood still for both of us as we were swallowed up in waves of pleasure and into paradise.

I finally collapsed, rolling slightly to the side. Beatrice rolled with me, keeping my cock buried deep in her pussy. I could still feel small pulses of semen being pumped out of my cock and into her vagina. We kissed some more, but then exhaustion soon caught up with both of us, and we fell asleep.

We may have been asleep for a couple of hours when we both woke up. Beatrice's mom wasn't yet home, but she would be soon, so we got dressed and I got ready to leave. We arranged to meet again the next Sunday, and I left. This would become a regular routine for me, Thursdays for Shirley and Sundays for Beatrice.

I found this to be quite beneficial, not just for the girls, but also for me. By teaching these concepts, I not only got sexual benefits, but also kept the concepts fresh in my own mind. Time is the enemy of memory, so by keeping these things fresh, I stayed current as well. This would help me later on when I continued my education at Brigham Young University and then even later when I became an engineer.

The next Sunday, Beatrice and I changed the time slot to start at 10 AM, so we would have more time before her mother arrived home. We still only studied for two to three hours, but it gave us more time to play afterwards. Unfortunately, she was on her period, so she gave me a BJ in lieu of sex. It wasn't all that good, but she tried. I gave her several orgasms in return, which she absolutely loved.

When she realized that I was hard again, she offered to get me off again. I asked how she wanted to do that. She replied that she had heard of anal, and would be willing to try. Since her pussy wasn't available, I asked her to find some lube. She got some Vaseline, and I had her apply it liberally to both my cock and inside of her rectum. She tried to follow my instructions, but after applying it to my cock, she asked me to apply it to her butt. I complied.

I lubed up my finger and slowly pressed it into her bottom. At first, it didn't look like her anus would accept even one finger, but then it slipped in. I went back to the jar for more lube, and pushed the lube deep into her rectum. After working the lube around inside her butt with my finger for a while, I added a second finger, which caused her to strain against the intrusion, but she was still willing to continue.

After several minutes working two fingers in and out of her bottom, and loading her rectum even more with Vaseline, I lined my cock up with the little starfish of Beatrice's anus, and then slowly pushed it in. She gasped when my big cockhead penetrated her sphincter, but then my cock smoothly penetrated deep into her without further pain. I rested for a few seconds, and then my cock started thrusting and withdrawing from her butt. I reached around to fondle her clit as I pumped my cock in and out of her backdoor. She liked that a lot, and soon she was pushing back against my cock with increasing passion.

When Beatrice started climaxing, I couldn't hold out any longer. My balls pumped spurt after spurt of my seed into her rear as she climaxed beneath me. "Nice," was all she had to say when we both collapsed on her bed. We were soon asleep, but the first week had taught us a lesson, and the alarm gave them plenty of time to clean up before Beatrice's mom came home. I never did meet her mother.

Beatrice joined Shirley and me for lunch every day at school, and we soon became a fixture in the cafeteria. I was surprised when it became obvious that both girls knew about the arrangements I had with the other, but then I should have realized that girlfriends tell each other everything. It did make for some awkward moments when one of them said something blatantly sexual in front of the other, and I asked them not to talk about these things in front of me in public. They both chuckled, but then complied.

Of course, I didn't allow my social life to end there, and I was constantly on the lookout for cute girls around the community college campus and in the surrounding towns, but Shirley and Beatrice were almost always in need of tutoring while I attended UC Rockville, which was one year. I often wondered what happened to them after I moved on to university.

Chapter 27 -- Trish

I met Trish when I was standing in the line at the local theatre, waiting to see 'The Godfather'. She was by herself, which seemed amazing to me, since she was an extremely cute girl. In 1972, it was unusual for girls to go to a movie by themselves.

I decided to talk with her. "Hi. I'm Pete. Would you like some company?" I asked.

She glanced at me and asked, "Do I know you?"

"Not yet," I replied, "But I would like to change that. Movies are always a lot more fun when you are with other people."

"That's true," she said. "I guess I could use some company. My name is Trish."

"Good to meet you Trish," I replied. As we stood in line for our tickets, we got to know each other better. It turned out that Trish was a senior at a local high school, but she had decided to take the day off to see 'The Godfather'. So, she was basically playing hooky. She had actually planned to skip school with her girlfriend, but then her friend got caught trying to leave the high school and now Trish was on her own.

I asked Trish where she lived, and who she lived with. It turned out that Trish was also an Air Force Brat, so we immediately had that in common. Her dad was stationed at the nearby Travis AFB, and he was a C-141 loadmaster, and so was gone much of the time flying. Her mom worked as a nurse in Fairfield, where they lived, so she was seldom home either. Trish had no siblings.

When we got to the ticket window, I quickly paid for both of our tickets before she could object. Trish offered to buy drinks, so I agreed, but then I also bought us both some popcorn for the movie. Obviously, she hadn't expected me to pay for the movie, and she blushed a little that I had. It must not have been a bad thing, though, because she was constantly looking at me afterwards, with that look that girls use when they are considering a guy.

She grabbed the drinks and I grabbed the popcorns, and we headed into the theatre. Once we were seated and settled in, we continued to talk, and we were both becoming a lot more relaxed. In fact, we got relaxed enough that, when the movie started, she leaned into me and let me put my arm around her. I was tentative at first, but she didn't seem bothered by it at all, and soon, as my hand rested against the top of her breast. She just snuggled in even closer and put her hand over my hand, pulling my hand down onto her breast.

The movie was great for a first date, with enough romance and sex mixed in with enough violence that it kept her moving even closer to me. We were both starting to get warmed up. Eventually, my fingers were softly massaging her breast through her sweater, and she moved her hand to rest on my inner thigh. It didn't take her long to realize that I was physically attracted to her. She never overtly rubbed my cock, but she did rub against it with her fingers, probably trying to guess the size.

'The Godfather' was a great movie, and both of us enjoyed it tremendously. When the movie was over, and we were leaving, I said, "I really enjoyed your company. Is there any way we could spend more time together?"

Trish smiled and replied, "Sure, that sounds like fun. Did you have anything in mind?"

"Nothing in particular," I said, "But I would love to get to know you better."

"OK," she replied. "Why don't we just go to my house? We can talk there, and nobody will bother us."

Trish had walked to the theatre, and she was happy that I had a car. I opened the passenger door and seated her before going around to get in. She thanked me and then directed me to her house. Once inside, she took me to her bedroom, where we sat on her bed. Her bedroom was what I would expect from a high school girl. The walls were pink and covered with posters, and her pillows were teddy bears. I chuckled.

"What?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing," I replied. "It is a cute room to match a very cute girl."

She blushed and asked, "Do you really think I'm cute?"

"Seriously?" I asked. "Don't you know you are beautiful?"

"Not really," she replied. "Nobody has ever said that to me before."

"Not even your dad?" I asked.

She smiled and said, "That doesn't count and you know it."

"Maybe," I replied. "But I think you are extremely beautiful."

Trish smiled again, so I leaned in and kissed her. She melted in my arms, and she was soon lying on her back as we kissed. Our tongues were now slowly dancing, and Trish was loving it. When we finally broke the kiss, she looked up at me and sighed, "Thank you. That was my first kiss, and it was wonderful."

"Well," I said. "Let me make your second kiss even better."

Trish closed her eyes and leaned back in for another kiss. This time, as my tongue danced with hers, my hand slipped up under her sweater to softly caress her soft breast. She wasn't wearing a bra. At first, she jumped a little when my fingers contacted her nipple, but then she relaxed and pressed her breast against my hand. She breathed into our kiss, "Wow."

I let my hands continue to fully explore her breasts, and soon her sweater was pushed up to allow greater access. She made no attempt to stop me, but rather was unbuttoning my shirt. When she undid the last button on my shirt, we simultaneously removed each other's top, and her nipples were suddenly pressed into my chest.

In removing her sweater, I broke the kiss, and started kissing her earlobes and neck, working my way down to her breasts. At first, I avoided her nipples, planting butterfly kisses all over the tender flesh of her breasts, but I finally succumbed to her hard pebbles and sucked a nipple into my mouth. Trish almost passed out with pleasure. She clutched my head in her arms and pulled me toward each of her nipples, moving me back and forth between her nipples.

She must have thought she had died and gone to heaven as I suckled her nipples. "Oh my God," she exclaimed. "This is better than anything I have ever felt." Since she liked it so much, I decided to continue suckling her until she tired of it (though I wasn't sure that would ever happen).

That isn't to say that my hands were idle, though. Indeed, the button and zipper on her skirt had been undone, and her skirt and panties were sliding down her legs toward her feet. Once they were down below her knees, I let them go and left her to remove them the rest of the way. That didn't take long, but I'm not sure that Trish was actually aware that her panties had gone south with her skirt. In any event, she was now lying naked beneath me.

Once her skirt and panties were removed, she followed suit and undid my belt and pants. She pushed my pants down over my hips, and I helped her out by sliding them (and my boxers) down my legs and off of my feet. All this time, I was lying on top of Trish suckling her nipples, so she wasn't actually looking down to see what was happening lower on our bodies.

I explored her pussy with my fingers from her clit to her vaginal entrance. As I suspected, Trish hadn't had sex, and her hymen was completely intact just slightly inside of her vaginal entrance. She trembled as I suckled her breast and she felt her first small orgasm. When that happened, I moved my lips from her breasts, kissing down over her navel and tummy to her vulva.

I let my tongue run along her vulva from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris. When it touched her clit, Trish's whole body jerked. "Wow," she sighed. I let my tongue and lips softly make love to her clitoris and labia, and she pulled me into her with clenched fingers in my hair.

It wasn't long before Trish was moaning and squealing under my ministrations, and then she went into total meltdown in a huge orgasm that shook her to the quick. I slid my lips back up to her nipples, gave her a short suckle on each nipple, and then kissed her deeply as she continued to climax. I guided my cock to her vaginal entrance, and then quickly slid it through her hymen and into her depths. She opened her eyes in panic as she realized what had happened, but then pushed back against me as her body continued to quake as the overwhelming waves of pleasure washed over her.

Once my cock was fully seated in Trish's vagina, I pressed the tip firmly against her cervix. Then, I slowly withdrew until only the tip was still embedded in her love tunnel, only to slam my cock all the way back into her. I don't know if she meant to, or even if she had any control of her body, but her hips rocked to meet me as I plunged into her, and she met every one of my thrusts with her own from then on.

Her pussy was extremely tight around my cock as I pummeled her over and over again. She wrapped her legs around my waist in a subconscious attempt to pull me in even deeper (though I don't think it could have happened). Every stroke was bottoming out, pressing firmly into her cervix, and I'm not sure that it would have been possible to go any deeper with Trish.

Her first big climax finally came to an end as we fucked, but we continued our dance, each of us trying to join fully with the other. Time after time, our hips pulled apart only to slam back together. The sounds coming from our union were very stimulating. Trish's pussy was producing large quantities of natural lubricant, and it was making a wet mess of her bottom and her bed.

When her next strong orgasm hit her, her vaginal muscles were literally milking my cock, and I couldn't resist the urge to fill her with my seed. Spurt after spurt of my semen were pumped through her cervix and deep into her womb. After my balls were completely spent, I collapsed on her, once again kissing her neck and breasts. Her vaginal muscles were still milking my cock as her climax continued. "Oh, Wow!" Trish moaned. "Why did I wait so long to do this?"

"It may not have been the same if it had been with some high school kid," I replied.

She gasped, "That is true. I hadn't thought of that."

"Just out of curiosity," I asked, "Are you using any kind of birth control? I know it's too late to ask, but still..."

Trish smiled up at me. "My mother is a nurse. She had my doctor put me on the pill as soon as I went through puberty."

"Smart mother," I replied. "I'm sure that neither of us would want a baby right now."

"Yeah," Trish agreed. "I want to at least finish high school before I get pregnant." We laughed together.

"Are you busy on Saturday?" I asked.

"What did you have in mind?" she returned.

"Hmmm..." I said. "There seems to be a pattern here. I ask if you're busy and you ask what I want to do? Well, we could go to another movie or go out to eat or go to a park ... or I could just surprise you."

"Any of those would be OK ... or we could just stay here in my bedroom and make love," Trish replied. My dad is on an embassy flight around the world and won't be back for at least another week, and my mom is working on Saturday."

"I vote for your alternative activity," I said. "I can't think of anything I would rather do than spend time with you on your bed. And if you want, we can go grab a bite to eat later on." I smiled.

Trish laughed and then replied, "That sounds good to me. What time will you come over on Saturday?"

"How about ten in the morning?" I replied. "What time will your mom be home?"

Trish looked at her clock. "Ten sounds fine, and my mom will be home in about three hours from now."

"So... what would you like to do now?" I asked with a smile.

"I'm not sure I could do that again right now," she replied. "I am pretty sore between my legs."

I looked down and saw that her inner thighs (and her sheets) were smeared with her lubricant and her virginal blood. I asked if she would like me to help her wash her bedding and maybe help her get clean in the shower.

"I can do the bedding," Trish replied. "But a shower together sounds fun."

We stripped off the bedding and took it to the washer, where she put it in to soak with some spot remover. Then, she took my hand and led me to the shower. The shower was bigger than most, and we both fit easily into it. Trish adjusted the water temperature and we climbed in. I started washing her back, and she practically hummed. "Nobody has done that for me since I was a little girl. It feels good."

Well, I couldn't let a compliment go unrewarded, so I was soon washing every square inch of her body, both front and back. Even though she had said she couldn't do anything more sexually, I was soon massaging her breasts and her pussy, and she was pushing back against me. When my cock responded to her bottom pressing against it, I let it slip between her upper thighs. I then bent her over at the waist and let my cock slide deep into her pussy again. Trish gasped, but then she once again pushed her pussy against my cock as I thrust it into her.

Her hands were against the shower wall in front of her as my cock plumbed her pussy from behind. I alternately grasped her waist and her breasts to make sure that she didn't fall over. Trish's hips were rocking against me, countering every one of my thrusts with her own thrusts. Again, the air was filled with the sounds of our union. It didn't take as long for her to reach her climax this time, and I soon felt the ripples inside of her vagina, milking my cock as I continued to thrust into her. It was too much, and I quickly joined Trish in rapture. "This could become a habit," I thought to myself.

We once again washed, rinsed and dried each other before going back to her bedroom to retrieve our clothes. I kissed Trish deeply once more before confirming the date on Saturday and leaving. Things were looking up. I was on Trish's doorstep at noon on Saturday. Trish took me directly to her bedroom, where she immediately stripped naked and then undressed me. After she pulled my boxers down, she looked up and commented, "Your cock is huge. It's hard to believe that this fits inside of my tiny hole." Then we made love several times in the next few hours.

Afterwards, I took her to a sit-down burger joint in Fairfield. We were able to sit and talk some more. It didn't seem like we talked much when we were in her bedroom. Trish lamented that she wished that I was in high school. I asked why. She then replied, "Because then you could take me to prom next Saturday."

I was incredulous. I asked, "You don't have a prom date?" She shook her head in the negative. Amazing.

I took her hands in mine and asked, "Trish, would you go to the prom with me?"

Trish wasn't sure that I could, but I informed her that it was not only possible, but I had seen it done before when I was in high school at Travis AFB. Her answer was, "Yes, Pete. I will go to prom with you." I told her that she would have to make the arrangements for the actual dance tickets, but that I would pay her for them, and that I would take care of everything else.

Trish had a smile from ear to ear. She was so happy because she had thought that she would miss out on her prom because of no date, and it had made her sad. I told her to get a prom dress quickly, but that she should tell me what color it would be by Tuesday, so I could get an appropriate corsage for her and a matching boutonniere for me. I asked if it would be OK if I wore a nice suit, or would she rather that I rent a tux.

Finally, I told her to plan on spending the whole night with me, as I would get us a hotel room for the night. She could tell her parents that we were going to some "after" parties. If Trish thought she would need anything to spend the night with me, she should give it to me on Tuesday, so her parents wouldn't wonder what she was carrying on prom night. I would also pay for the prom tickets on Tuesday when I came over.

Trish replied, "Wow. A nice suit would be fine. Thank you so much, and I will repay you in full on prom night."

Being with you is payment enough," I said. Anything else is a bonus." She smiled and kissed me.

Tuesday afternoon, I stopped by Trish's house. I gave her the money for the prom tickets. She gave me a small bit of material from the dress, so I could take it to the florist, and then she gave me a small bag. "I put a sheer negligee in the bag, so I can wear it with you in the hotel room after the prom."

I smiled. "You probably won't be wearing it for long unless you want to put it back on after we make love."

Trish had a beautiful smile that totally lit up her face at that point.

That Saturday evening, I went to Trish's house to pick her up. Of course, I met her parents. Her father asked about my service, and I told him that my job was still classified, so I couldn't say much about it. He was surprised when I told him I had been promoted to Staff Sergeant (E-5) in less than three years (34 1/2 months). Like my dad, he seemed to know what that took even though we couldn't talk about the details. He immediately liked me, but he warned me to bring Trish home in the same condition she was then. I told him that was no problem, and that I would treat her like a lady.

When I met Trish's mom, I was transported back to the Philippines. Trish had a slightly Asian look (long silky black hair and dark brown eyes), but I hadn't guessed that her mother was a Filipina. I told her that I had been through Clark many times on my way in and out of Southeast Asia, and she told me that was where she had met Trish's father. All-in-all, meeting Trish's parents went well, and after the obligatory pictures, Trish and I left for dinner and then the prom.

Dinner and the prom were a lot of fun, and I could tell that Trish was so happy that she was just bursting at the seams. Her friends all wanted to know who I was, and she told them I was a college student she met at the theatre a few weeks before. Of course, that prompted a lot more questions, and Trish had a hard time disentangling herself from her friends until I rescued her by asking her to dance. She loved the fact that I actually knew how to dance (unlike most of the boys in her school), and I silently thanked my mother for forcing me to take formal ballroom dancing lessons when I was younger.

The only "after" party we went to was a private party in our hotel room. I had made reservations at the newest hotel in town. When we got to the room, Trish turned to kiss me, and then she found her bag (which I had put in the room earlier in the afternoon when I had checked us in) and took it into the bathroom to get ready for bed. May I say that she was a vision of beauty when she came out of the bathroom a short while later. The only thing she was wearing was a very sheer, very short nightie (with no panties) and perfume ... intoxicating ... and the perfume wasn't bad either.

I lost track of how many times we made love that night and the next morning, but suffice it to say that both of us were completely satisfied. I had to call Beatrice on Saturday and cancel our math tutoring appointment on Sunday (and move it to Monday) because I knew that I would have nothing left by Sunday. Sleep was NOT something we did much of that night, and I was exhausted by the time the sun came up.

On Sunday morning, we got dressed (in our prom clothes again) and took Trish to breakfast at the local Denny's. I then I took Trish home. Her mom was waiting for her at the door, but Trish still turned to kiss me and thank me for a wonderful prom and night. Apparently, her mom was satisfied that everything was OK, because she had no objections to me dating Trish until the end of the school year, and mom and dad were always friendly to me.

When summer came, I got another job in the Sierras as a backpacking guide. Whereas my first guide job in the Sierras (just out of high school) had been with the Boy Scouts, this job was working with several private and church camps in the Lake Tahoe area. It still had me guiding inexperienced backpackers through the Desolation and Mokelumne Wilderness Areas and surrounding national forest, but this year I took boys, girls, adults and mixed groups.

Oh yeah, and I had an assistant guide. Her name was Camille.

Chapter 28 -- Camille

Let me describe Camille. She was maybe 5'6" tall, between 120 and 130 pounds, light brown hair, a nice tan, and an athletic build. She was one of the strongest girls I have ever known. She could carry a heavy pack (a requirement for guides since we sometimes had to carry a client's gear if they couldn't do it themselves for one reason or another), and I even saw her lift and carry a full-grown man in a fireman's carry. Oh yeah, and did I mention that she had red hair, freckles on her cheeks, and a cute button nose?

I met Camille for the first time when I arrived at the camp where we would operate out of. She was related somehow (niece?) to the camp director of the camp where we were based. However, she was also well-qualified for the job. In fact, she took over the guiding for the camps the next summer when I didn't return. Camille and my first order of business (before the camps opened) was to scout the two wilderness areas for hiking trails and good water sources such as lakes and streams. To do that, the two of us set out on foot with enough provisions for a week in the wilderness.

Since it was just the two of us, we were able to cover about twenty miles per day (we would never go more than twelve miles in a day with clients). We set our menus so we would cook for dinner, but then ate non-cooked foods for breakfast and lunch. That saved us a lot of time, which we used to discover new areas neither of us had ever hiked through.

In the evenings, we would sleep next to a campfire, which provided some warmth and light to work by. On the third night out, Camille mentioned that she was disappointed in the sleeping bag/pad combination she had purchased for the summer. I asked her what the problem was, and she replied that she was getting cold every night, and was therefore unable to sleep through the nights, causing her to not perform at her peak on the following days.

As we talked, I told her about an extremely cold night of camping from years earlier when I was a Boy Scout patrol leader in Nebraska. The temperature at that particular campout was well into the double-digit minus numbers (Fahrenheit), and some boys were becoming hypothermic. I decided to have the boys double up in sleeping bags, with both pads under them and one sleeping bag slid into the other to double the insulation. To have the boys conserve body heat even more, I had them both get into the sleeping bag with just their skivvies on, thus ensuring body heat transfer between them. Because we did this, none of the boys suffered any ill effects from the low temperatures, and everybody went home after the camping trip with happy memories and no injuries.

Camille said she wasn't sure how this information would do her any good, since there were no girls with which she could share a sleeping bag. Then, she laughed. "Wait... Are you suggesting that we share a sleeping bag tonight?"

"Actually," I replied. "I was just brainstorming to think of ways to get you warm, and the discussion jogged my memory. Probably getting a new bag would be your best bet to stay warm at night all summer, but we are about fifty miles from nowhere, so that won't do you any good this week."

Camille thought about that. "Maybe it isn't such a bad idea."

"What?" I asked. "You want us to share sleeping bags?"

"Do I have something to worry about?" she responded.

"Right," I replied. 'Why would a beautiful young woman like yourself be afraid of getting into a sleeping bag with a horny guy like me?"

"You think I'm beautiful?" Camille asked.

"Are bluebirds blue?" I responded.

"Thank you," she replied. "But I would be willing to try it if you are too."

"Really?" I asked. "Uh ... OK."

After dinner, we put both pads under our nested sleeping bags. Camille asked, "Which of us should get in first?"

"I guess you should," I replied. "That will at least give you some privacy."

I turned my back as Camille quickly undressed and slipped in the sleeping bags. "Brrrr ... this is cold. Are you sure you didn't just want me to warm up the sleeping bag for you?"

I turned back around to see her snuggled down into the sleeping bags shivering. I removed my boots, socks, pants and shirt and slid into the sleeping bag behind her. She was right. It was cold in the bag. However, it just took a little bit of rubbing skin-on-skin before we were both warm as a bug in a rug. In the process, though, I discovered that Camille wasn't wearing a bra, and her panties were just a skimpy bit of lace.

You can imagine my reaction to that. Because I was spooned up behind her, it didn't take long before Camille felt my hard cock against her butt. "Oh my," she gasped. "I see what you meant about 'horny guy' before. Do you think you can control it, or do we need to do something about this?"

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Well," Camille replied, "I did give a couple of guys blow jobs when I was in high school. I could do that if you want."

"OK," I replied, not knowing what else to say, and not about to turn down the offer of a blow job.

As she turned to face me, I saw a beautiful set of breasts. She immediately realized that we would be too constricted with the sleeping bag zippers fully closed, so she pulled the zippers down. In doing so, she was exposed to the cold again, so we wrapped one of the bags over her.

"My God," I whispered. "You are so sexy and beautiful."

She smiled, but then said, "If you say so, but we can't go too far. A blow job is as far as I have ever been with a guy."

"I understand," I replied. "Please continue."

With that, Camille started kissing, licking and sucking my cock. It was feeling pretty good, but something was missing. I asked her, "Would it be OK if I touch you too? Touch and sight are great stimulus for a man."

"OK," she said and then pulled my cock into her mouth again. Her breasts were super soft and sensitive as I massaged them. She must have liked the sensations because Camille was soon repositioned so her breasts (and pussy) were positioned closer to my hands (and face). I continued tweaking her nipples as she hummed on my cock.

Then, I pulled her legs over so she was straddling my head. I slipped her panties to the side, and I was licking and sucking her labia and clitoris. At first, I thought Camille was going to bite my cock off (certainly NOT the result I was going for), but then she soon redoubled her efforts, and we brought each other close to orgasm. Amazingly, she got there first.

My cock popped out of her mouth as she climaxed and grimaced as waves of pleasure washed over her, and I spun her body around so she was facing me with her legs straddling my hips. I could actually see the waves of pleasure play across her face as her orgasm consumed her. Camille's body was bucking, and in the process, her pussy came down hard on my cock. The tip of my cock slipped in through her vaginal entrance, and I thrust up into her. Her hymen (and the small sharp pain) was history before she even realized what had happened. When she did, she stared at me for a moment and then settled down over my cock, letting it slide all the way up to her cervix.

She closed her eyes, and I could almost see the wheels turning in her head. I had no idea how she was going to react. This could be the end of my summer job, if she took it poorly. My concern was misplaced, though, and Camille started slowly lifting up and lowering herself back down on my cock, obviously testing how having my cock inside of her pussy felt. Apparently, she liked the feeling because she continued to speed up and take my cock deeper into her vagina with every stroke.

Of course, I was assisting Camille in her efforts, and pretty soon we had a pretty good rhythm going. As she started to lose control again, I rolled her over onto her back and thrust even harder into her core. Every stroke was bottoming out as my cock was pressed firmly against her cervix. She had her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into her. Finally, I could take it no more, and I was shooting load after load of my seed through her cervix and deep into her womb.

That took her over the top, and she was squealing and moaning as another, even more powerful, orgasm overtook her. Camille was trying to pull me down into a passionate kiss as we climaxed together. It was a very sweet-tasting kiss, and I hoped that I would experience more in the future. Then we collapsed.

I'm not sure which of us recovered our senses first, but Camille was the first to speak. "I hope I don't get pregnant. That would really mess up the summer."

"I take it you aren't using any kind of birth control?" I asked.

"No," she replied. "I never needed it before."

"Where are you in your cycle?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she responded.

"When was your last period?" I asked.

"It ended about two and a half weeks ago," she replied.

"So, you are getting close to your next period then?" I asked.

"I suppose," she said. "I'm never really sure when my periods are going to come."

"OK," I sighed. "Well, whatever happens, I will be there for you. In any case, you should see a doctor when we return to South Lake Tahoe at the end of our trip, so you can get on the pill."

"Yeah," she replied. "That would probably be a really good idea."

We were both starting to cool down, so I rezipped the sleeping bags and spooned up against Camille's back. Both of us fell asleep pretty quickly. We both slept soundly, and Camille never got cold during the night. When I woke in the morning, Camille had somehow gotten out of the sleeping bags without waking me and was sitting by the fire, fully clothed, watching me.

"That was the best night's sleep I have ever had in the mountains this year," she said when she noticed I was awake.

"Good morning to you, too," I replied.

Camille smiled. "I had to get out of the sleeping bag and get dressed this morning when I realized that your cock was hard again and sticking between my legs," she said. "It was difficult to leave your warmth. I think I could get used to that."

"I know what you mean," I commented. "I enjoyed sleeping with you, too, although I have to say that I don't remember much after we fell asleep last night."

"Get up and let's get going," she said. "We have a lot of miles to cover today. We can talk along the way."

I started to slide out of the bag when I realized that I was naked. I searched around with my toes and finally found my boxers in the bottom of the bag. After scrunching down to pull them up, I got out of the bag and into my clothes. I had to agree with her. It was hard to leave the warmth of the cozy sleeping bags. We quickly ate breakfast, packed up and took off for our next destination.

About a half-hour into the hike that day, Camille said, "We should probably talk about last night. I suspect that we will do that more than once this summer, because I, for one, enjoyed it a lot."

That made me smile. "Yeah," I replied. "I really enjoyed making love to you, and I would certainly not turn down another opportunity to repeat it with you."

"That was exactly what I thought," she said. "I don't think either of us planned for that to happen, but when it did, I just couldn't make myself stop. However, if we are going to do this when customers are around, we will need to be a lot more careful, especially with the religious groups."

"Agreed," I replied. "We might want to always sleep in a secluded area a little way away from any customers. I could get an extremely lightweight tent this weekend that we could use for the summer, or do you think we would be better just finding some bushes away from the customers so we can see anybody approaching? I think I would lean toward using a pair of rain flies in the bushes ... one under us and one over us."

"I normally use a poncho as a rain fly over my sleeping bag if it looks like rain," she said. "It gives me cover, and I am still able to see, so I would be fine with that."

"OK," I said. "If we use one poncho as a ground cover and another as a rain fly, it will allow us to see anybody coming while also giving us an excuse for camping away from the group."

Camille paused and was obviously thinking. "Are you sure you didn't plan this out ahead of time?" she asked.

I shook my head in the negative, but in reality, I had fantasized about having sex with Camille from the first time I saw her. It was hard not to. Camille seldom wore a bra under her tops (she would when we took religious groups out), and her erect nipples poked out through the shirts she wore, leaving little to my imagination. When she wore thin tops and got a little sweaty, I could actually see her nipples and areolas through the material. She also had tight, muscular buns, which were a joy to watch whenever she walked in front of me on the trail.

We had a great conversation that day as we headed for Dick's Lake in the Desolation Wilderness Area. I had worried that sleeping together the night before would create friction, but instead, it had drawn us very close together. Amazingly, Camille even liked my humor (something that few girls did). When we got to our campsite, we camped with the poncho setup we had proposed during the day. We used mine for the rainfly, and hers for the ground cloth, because mine was larger. Setting up the camp like that told me that we would be sleeping together again that night, which made me very happy.

While we were cooking our dinner, we were surprised to hear a helicopter landing by the lake. Since helicopters were forbidden from landing in (or even flying less than a thousand feet above the ground) all wilderness areas, we went out to see what was going on. A couple of middle-aged guys got out of the helicopter, and then the pilot started quickly tossing their stuff out to them. Obviously, he knew he wasn't supposed to be there and wanted to leave quickly.

He never got the chance, though. A ranger (that we didn't even know was there at the lake) stepped out of the trees and walked up to the helicopter. He demanded the pilot's keys to the helicopter. Then, he wrote all three of the men tickets (they would have to appear in court) and told the pilot that he would have to hire mules and a salvage team to cut the helicopter apart and carry the pieces out by mule train.

Let me tell you, that did NOT make the pilot happy, but instead of getting mad at the ranger, he spoke angrily and then took a swing at one of the men with him (but the guy dodged). He was yelling, "You will pay for this. You have cost me everything."

Camille and I looked at each other and quickly decided to find another place to camp away from the incident. These guys were going to have to walk out, but it was already late in the afternoon, so they would have to start hiking out in the morning. In the meantime, the ranger climbed up on the helicopter to make sure that it was completely disabled. It was the worst incident I ever saw in a wilderness area, but it was also one of the funniest. I'm sure that everybody involved in the incident learned lessons that they would never forget. I would imagine that the pilot not only lost his helicopter, but got fined and lost his license as well.

Camille and I moved our camp to the far side of the lake (as far away as we could get). When we got our bed and shelter ready, Camille stood next to the rain fly and stripped down. She said there was no longer any need for modesty, since we had already seen everything the other had. When she finally removed her panties, she sat on the sleeping bag and motioned me to come over to her. When I got close, she reached out to remove my belt, pants and boxers. I quickly untied my boots, removed my socks, pulled off my shirt, and shed everything onto the poncho we were using as a ground cover (just in case it rained during the night).

I sat down on the sleeping bags and leaned in to kiss Camille. She returned my kiss and intensified it with her tongue. My hands started exploring her soft, beautiful breasts. Her nipples were already erect, showing that she was excited by what she was expecting. Funny, there were no complaints of the cold that evening, even though there were goose bumps on her skin. I'm really not sure if they were from the temperature or the excitement.

My lips made their way from her lips to her earlobes, then on to her neck, and finally to her erect nipples, where they settled. When I started suckling her nipples, Camille was pulling my head back and forth, eager for me to suckle both sides. I did ... several times. With my mouth occupied with her breasts, my hands went exploring her pussy. She was soaking wet even before my fingers touched her there, but when I did touch her pussy, Camille shuddered in pleasure. "Oh my," she squealed. "That feels so good."

Once her breasts were satisfied, I made my way down her body until I could lick, kiss and suck her pussy. Camille was so sensitive around her clitoris, I was afraid she would burn out quickly, but she didn't. Almost every time I sucked her clitoris, it would send her into another orgasm. I ended up spending more time on her labia and her vaginal entrance than her clitoris to keep her from coming completely unglued.

Exploring her vaginal entrance, I found the remnants of her hymen, clinging to the walls of her vagina. It didn't seem to hurt Camille when I touched what was left of her hymen, and she was cooing as my tongue pierced her small vaginal entrance. Her natural lubricant was running freely from her vagina, so I slid up to allow my cock to conduct further exploration. I rubbed the cockhead around in her juices for a few moments, and then I slowly slid deep into her vagina.

Camille's mouth was open as she hissed her pleasure during my entry. "Oh my," she sighed. "That is so wonderful. I love this"

When my cock hit bottom, I immediately started to thrust in and out of her. Camille was so beyond ready that there was no need for further delays. After my first thrust, she was rocking her hips to meet my every stroke, my cockhead firmly pressing against her cervix with every succeeding thrust. Camille was a very vocal lover. If we had been camped closer to others, I'm sure that they would have been curious as to where the sounds were coming from.

I increased the tempo and force of my thrusts, lifting her hips to get maximum penetration with every stroke. It wasn't long before she melted down in pleasure, her orgasming vaginal walls rippling around my driving cock. That, of course, drove me over the edge into my first orgasm of the evening. There would be more orgasms to come that night.

Eventually, we realized that we wouldn't get much sleep unless we basically scheduled our lovemaking. Spontaneity would kill us both from a lack of sleep. After a while, we settled on having sex right after we went to bed and then again in the early morning twilight to take care of my morning wood. Even though we sometimes had church groups with us, there was never a time that summer that we couldn't isolate ourselves enough to make love.

Camille went to the doctor as soon as we got back to Lake Tahoe (who gave her a prescription for birth control pills), and she actually started her period a day later. That made it perfect for her to start taking the pills. We never again had to worry about her getting pregnant.

After the last paid hike, Camille and I went back to the lake in the wilderness area where we first made love, and made love all night long. We could do it because we had no customers to care for, and therefore we could sleep in as long as we wanted the next morning. After that, we hiked back out and parted ways. She was off to a famous school in Indiana and I was on my way back to UC Rockville for the fall semester.

Chapter 29 -- Sharon

Getting back to college at UC Rockville (Solano Community College), I registered for my fall semester classes. During registration, I found that you had to get the teacher's permission to register for some of the classes. One class that I wanted to take was life drawing (basically drawing people). Unfortunately, since I didn't really have an art background, the teacher wouldn't let me register. I only wanted to learn how to render people for use in architectural elevations, but that didn't sway the teacher. She suggested that I take an art composition class instead, since it would satisfy one of my general education requirements. Since I needed a class like this anyway, I decided to do it.

It turned out that another student (Sharon) in the art composition class was in the same boat as me (being rejected from the life drawing class), and we took a break together between our various appointments with teachers. She said she wasn't sure how she was supposed to show her skills, if they wouldn't allow her to take the class.

Sharon was a new freshman, which was why they had rejected her as a serious art student. She was fairly cute, average height and weight, an athletic build, light skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. Sharon actually had a small portfolio of her artwork from high school (which was a lot more than I had), but the teacher had said that it wasn't enough, since only a few of her drawings were of people.

We talked about all sorts of things during our break, and I asked her if she would like to try something with me to gain more experience and to increase her portfolio. Sharon replied, "What sort of something?"

"Well," I said, "If we both want to learn how to draw people, but they won't let us into the life drawing class, then let's draw each other. Of course, we can't do that here at school."

"Do you realize that they draw nudes in that class?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "Do you have a place in your home where we could draw each other?"

"Just my bedroom," Sharon said. "Would that work?"

"It works for me," I said. "And you could have a parent chaperone if you are worried about anything happening."

"That won't be necessary," she stated. "Besides, my dad is always gone on business trips and my mom works two jobs. Neither of them would be around to chaperone us. You aren't planning to rape me, are you?"

"No," I replied. "I have never raped anybody, and I'm not planning to start now."

"OK," Sharon said. "When would you like to do this, and what medium would you like to start with?"

"I would suggest we use either pencil or charcoal to start," I replied. They are more forgiving than other mediums. Besides, they would be the most likely mediums I would use in rendering anyway. We can take turns drawing and modeling. I tutor on the side, so Thursdays and Sundays probably won't work for me."

"Oh, what subjects do you tutor?" she asked.

"Math and science," I replied.

"Wow," she smiled. I may have you tutor me as well. Math is my worst subject, and I have to take College Algebra this year. How much do you charge?"

I laughed. "My fees are set by my clients, but it never involves money."

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"It means that you decide how to repay me, but it won't involve money." I replied. "The two girls I tutored last semester both found ways to make it worth my while, but what you do is up to you."

"Does it involve sex?" she asked.

"It can," I replied, "But only if that is what the girl wants."

"Hmmm..." Sharon muttered. "I'm a virgin, so I doubt there will be sex involved."

"Don't worry," I said. "I would never force you to do anything against your wishes."

"OK," she replied. "I will have to think about that."

We exchanged contact information and left it at that. I told Sharon where I normally had lunch on school days, so she would be able to find me if we didn't see each other in class. It was unlikely that we would have any other classes together, since I was pursuing a technical degree, and she was going for liberal arts. Besides, I had almost filled all of my general education requirements and she was just starting out.

Classes started the next Monday, and I was fairly confident that I would do well in all of them. I had a 3.95 GPA at that point, so my confidence was borne of experience. When lunch break rolled around, I went to my normal lunch spot, and was joined shortly by both Shirley and Beatrice. Both needed more tutoring, so we decided to keep the same schedules as we had in the spring semester.

As we sat there talking and renewing our friendships, Sharon approached the table. I introduced her to the other girls, and from that point on, the conversation was mostly between the three of them. My next class started before theirs did, so I left them at the table still talking. It turned out that Sharon asked the two girls a lot of questions, so she was aware that they had both been virgins when they met me. They both also gave her glowing reports about how I had treated them and how they enjoyed making love to me.

The next morning, I had my art composition class, and Sharon sat in the seat nearest to me. The teacher had us start out with a still life in charcoal to determine our abilities and shortcomings. While we worked, Sharon and I talked. She asked if Saturdays would be OK for our private life drawing sessions, since we would have good light. I agreed and asked what time I should be at her house. We set it up for 10 AM to give us plenty of time. She asked if I would be the first to model, so she could get used to being there with a naked man without being naked herself. I agreed, but I mentioned that it would be more fun if we were both naked.

"I'll consider that. I also want you to tutor me in math," she said. "When can we do that?"

"Sure," I replied. "What day would you like to do it?"

"You said you are already busy on Thursday and Sunday, and now we have scheduled Saturdays for art," Sharon said. "Would Tuesdays be OK?"

"That works for me," I replied.

Since it was Tuesday when we talked, we decided to meet that afternoon for Sharon's first tutoring session. I met her in the college parking lot after our last class (she normally rode the bus to and from school), and we drove to her house. Sharon let me into her house and took me to her bedroom. All she had was her bed to sit on, which was OK by me.

Sharon was just starting college algebra, so tutoring would be a repeat of what I had done with Beatrice the semester before. Easy enough. I quickly figured out that she was totally lost when it came to math, so it would mean a lot of repetition until she understood each concept fully. That was no problem for me, but it meant a lot more work for her.

After we had studied for about three hours, Sharon said, "I don't think I can do much more of this. My brain is fried." She paused while looking at me and continued, "I'm still not completely sure about what I will do about payment for the tutoring, but after talking with Shirley and Beatrice, I have some ideas. Could we start with kisses? It is at least something that I've done." She was blushing.

"Kissing sounds like a really good place to start," I replied and smiled at her. "I really enjoy kissing a beautiful woman."

Sharon smiled back at me, and then she scooted over even closer and started kissing me. She had obviously kissed before in high school because she was opening her mouth and using her tongue even in the first kiss. Of course, I let my tongue play right along with hers. It was a very nice kiss. Sharon's mouth was sweet, and both of us were very getting turned on by the kiss. Most first kisses don't last long, but I lost track of time on this kiss. It lasted at least several minutes.

"Oh my God," she whispered when we finally broke the first kiss. "That was wonderful. I feel like we need to spend a lot more time kissing, though, since you spent so much time tutoring me."

"That is fine with me," I replied. "That was an amazing first kiss."

"That couldn't be your first kiss," Sharon said incredulously.

"Of course not," I replied, laughing. "It was just my first kiss with you."

With that, we came back together to continue kissing. At some point during the second kiss, my hands found Sharon's soft breasts. In the beginning, it was through her pull-over blouse, and then it was against her smooth, soft skin under her blouse. At first, she had a lacy bra holding her breasts in, but a quick flick of my wrist and her bra was just hanging there under her blouse. Then, my hands just naturally assumed their places caressing her breasts and especially stimulating her nipples.

Sharon was moaning constantly into my kiss, but at no time did she complain about what I was doing. In fact, she was pushing her breasts into my hands, wanting even more contact. A gentleman should never refuse a request like that, even a non-verbal one. I slid her blouse and bra up until her arms were raised and then helped her to slide her arms out of the sleeves. Once they were just around her neck, a short pause in kissing allowed them to slide right over her head and off. Then we were once again kissing passionately as I massaged her breasts.

Sharon slowly became aware that she was nude from the waist up when I left her lips to kiss her earlobes and neck on my way to her breasts. At first, I'm not sure she knew how to react, but instead of pushing me away or protecting her breasts, she just cradled my head, and I started to suckle her nipples as she was moaning even louder.

When the sensations started to overwhelm her, Sharon threw her head back and cried, "Oh my God. Yes, yes, yes. That feels so good."

I continued suckling her nipples, switching back and forth between her breasts to ensure equal attention to both. She was now pulling me to her breasts, literally begging for more. Hey, it would be rude to deny that, so I continued to build her passion.

It wasn't until I unhooked and undid the zipper on her skirt that she finally called a pause. "I'm not sure we should go any further," she said.

"Do you want me to stop what I'm doing with your breasts?" I asked.

"Absolutely not," she replied. "I have never felt anything so good before."

I smiled and then continued suckling her nipples and breasts. It wasn't long before her nipples were swollen and both breasts had hickeys below her nipples on her tender tit-flesh. Sharon didn't seem to mind, and I pushed her closer and closer to an orgasm. Even though she had stopped me from pulling her skirt and panties down doesn't mean that my hands were idle. My fingers quietly found her panties under her skirt, and I was rubbing her vulva and all of her sensitive bits through her panties.

I guess that Sharon felt safe as long as my clothes were on, and she let me continue to suckle and fondle her through her panties. She didn't even resist when my fingers found their way through the leg hole of her panties and into her wet vulva. Of course, it was only a matter of time before her panties had been moved to the side to gain easier access to her pussy, and then her panties were sliding down her legs. Sharon never even noticed as they slid down off one of her feet and her legs were unrestricted. She only knew that she loved the pleasure I was creating in her, and she wanted it to continue.

My fingers were playing a tune between Sharon's vaginal entrance and her clitoris while I continued suckling her nipples above. When her body reached the tipping point, she started orgasming, and I slid down to suck and kiss her labia and clitoris. This, of course, intensified Sharon's orgasm, and her legs were squeezing my head. When Sharon finally started coming down from her strong climax, she lay there practically incoherent.

I could have easily taken advantage of her vulnerability at that time and entered her with my cock, but I didn't. I had told Sharon that we didn't have to have intercourse, and I didn't want her to lose trust in me. I softly continued to lick up her juices and suck her labia and clitoris (although it was almost too sensitive to touch). Finally, she motioned me to come back to her face to kiss her.

Even though my face was covered in her natural lubricant, Sharon started kissing me deeply. "That was the most beautiful feeling I have ever experienced," she whispered. She could feel my cock on her tummy even though I still had my pants on. She reached down with her hand and asked, "Would you like me to do something about that?"

"Sure," I replied. Sharon rolled me over onto my back and started unfastening my belt and pants. Then, she slid my clothes down my legs, including my boxers.

"I'm probably not very good at this," she said. "I don't have much real experience."

"It's OK," I replied. "I'm sure it will still feel great."

With that, Sharon bent down to kiss the tip of my cock, and then she sucked the head into her mouth. She might not have had much experience, but she definitely had good instincts. She was sucking and moving her head up and down my cock as her hands stroked the remainder of the shaft. I wasn't surprised when Sharon wasn't able to fit my whole cock into her mouth. Few girls could, and it usually only came with lots of practice.

It took her a while to bring me off, and she had to pause a few times to move her mouth and get the cramps out of her jaws. Eventually, I was getting close, and so I warned her, "I'm going to cum." Instead of pulling off like I thought she would, Sharon instead kept my cock in her mouth and continued to suck and stroke it. I shot spurt after spurt of my sticky semen into her mouth.

At first, I think she was surprised by the quantity, but Sharon quickly swallowed, and was able to continue sucking as my orgasm continued, providing her with more spurts in her mouth. When my orgasm finished, I was drained, and she pulled her mouth off of my cock. Sharon swallowed one last time, and then smiled at me. "I did it," she said.

"You sure did," I replied. "That was amazing." Sharon smiled again and then moved up to kiss me again. I could taste my semen in her mouth, but a gentleman doesn't complain when a woman does him such a huge favor. I noticed that her legs straddled my waist as we kissed, and our kisses caused our bodies to slide against each other. It was soon evident that the tip of my cock was pressing into her vaginal entrance.

Sharon felt my cock pressing against her hymen and commented, "I said I wouldn't do this, but I don't want to stop." With that, Sharon pushed down against my cock, and the tip of my cock tore through her hymen and into her vagina. A sudden gasp and a grimace was her only reaction, and then she slid the rest of the way down against me to bury my cock in her depths. "Oh my God. I feel so full," she cried.

It felt pretty good to me as well. Although I hadn't expected this, it was certainly a pleasant surprise. I let Sharon lay there on top of me, getting used to my cock deep within her vagina until she finally started to slide slowly up and down my shaft. Then, I thrust against her with every stroke. The tempo built until we were fucking at a pretty good rhythm. My cock was now pressing firmly against her cervix with every thrust, and it was drawing another gasp from her every time I pressed into her.

I asked if we could roll over, and she nodded her consent. Once on top, I was thrusting deep into her with power, and Sharon was thrusting back against me with every stroke. For having not started out with this end as a goal, the day was ending really well for me.

I asked her if she was on birth control, and she nodded, so when she went into orgasm again, and it dragged me into my own orgasm, I emptied my balls through her cervix and deep into her womb. It seemed to go on and on, with my cock pumping spurt after spurt of seed into her depths.

Sharon was the first to regain her composure. "I was surprised when you came in me," she said.

"What?" I asked. "I thought you said you were on birth control."

"Not really," she replied. "My head was just moving from having you thrusting into me. I thought I said 'No,' but maybe I didn't say it loud enough. In any case, I'm not on any birth control, and I am probably in my fertile time."

I shook my head. "Great. That is just wonderful. Don't worry. If anything happens, I will be there for you. Please get on the pill now though. It is likely that we will do this again."

Sharon hugged me and said, "Thank you. It was wonderful, and I, too, am sure this will happen again." Then, she reached up to kiss me again. My cock was still deep in her vagina, and it didn't seem to want to go soft. Sharon was soon pressing against me, initiating another round.

"You know," I said. "If we do this again, it will probably increase the chance that you will get pregnant."

"I know," she replied. "I don't care right now. We are already taking that risk."

I nodded and started stroking into her again. Sharon was responding by pressing her hips against me with every stroke. It wasn't long before we were bouncing along at a good tempo, the rhythm and power increasing with every succeeding stroke. I felt the seed rising in my balls and asked, "Where do you want me to cum?"

"In me," Sharon replied. "The risk is already there."

So, that was what I did. I was overtaken by waves of pleasure and started shooting my seed through her cervix and deep into her womb again. It pushed Sharon over the edge, and her body seemed to melt and spasm around my cock, milking the rest of my seed as we remained joined.

This time, when I recovered, I pulled my cock from her vagina. It seemed like her body was trying to hold me inside as I withdrew, but my cock was finally laying against her thigh. There was blood on my cock and around her pussy, so I asked Sharon if she would like to get a shower with me.

"With you?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered. "We can scrub each other's back."

"OK," she replied, and we made our way into the shower. The shower was a good experience, but we didn't make love again. We didn't have much time before her mom would be home, and I thought it would be best if I wasn't there when she arrived. Therefore, we showered, dried each other off and dressed before I left for home.

Thursday brought another art class, and Sharon greeted me cheerfully. She said she had seen her doctor the day before, who put her on birth control pills. She would start them when her period came. I was still hoping that she wasn't pregnant, since Sharon wouldn't be sure that she wasn't pregnant until she got her period.

Thursday afternoon brought tutoring at Shirley's house, followed by about three hours of sex. It was good having a few girls providing me with regular sex now.

I showed up at Sharon's house at 10 AM on Saturday, and she had everything ready. She wanted me to pose laying down on her bed (various versions of this would become common). I stripped down and she posed me as she wanted. I asked her to strip down too, since that would keep my attention during the session. She complied.

Then, she began drawing. Every once in a while, she would let me have a break (it is difficult to remain in one position for a long time), and I would get to see her work. I quickly realized that Sharon was much more talented than I was, but maybe I could learn from her on this. At the end of our session she announced, "Done," and showed me the drawing. It was beautiful and definitely worthy of an art portfolio. It may have been good enough to go into a gallery, but I never considered myself a good judge of art.

I knew that my drawings wouldn't be nearly as good, and I told her as much. Of course, Sharon said we would see during the next session. Then, Sharon came over to the bed, straddled my hips, and leaned down to kiss me. It didn't take long before my cock was responding to her wet vulva sliding over it, and the tip of my cock was firmly seated against her vaginal entrance.

One little push was all it took for my cock to start sliding into her depths. Her eyes were open with a dreamy look as Sharon kissed me and slid down over my cock. My hands started massaging her beautiful breasts, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

Sharon arched her back, bringing her nipples up to my lips, and I latched on as soon as one came in range. That brought another loud gasp from her lips and a thrust of her hips to seat my cock deeply in her pussy. Then, Sharon rolled us over, so I was on top looking down at her. I couldn't reach her nipples with my lips, but I could still massage her breasts with my hands as I started fucking her.

We fell into a steady rhythm for a while, both of us enjoying the sensations we were feeling. I increased the tempo of my thrusts, plowing Sharon like a field of corn. Her body was responding enthusiastically, pressing against my cock with every stroke, our bodies slapping together in a wet cacophony of sound.

This went on until both of us came to our climaxes together. I felt Sharon's body trembling uncontrollably under me, waves of pleasure rippling through her vaginal walls, and my cock responded by pressing firmly against her cervix and pumping her womb full of my seed. By the time we had both finished, we were exhausted, and collapsed into each other's arms.

That was when she said it. "I love you." I winced, but luckily Sharon's eyes were closed, so she didn't see my reaction.

We fell asleep in each other's arms and woke up about an hour later. I needed to get home because I had some errands to run, so I got dressed, kissed her goodbye and drove away. I would have to figure out how to talk with her about her emotions. I would marry her, if she was pregnant, but I wasn't in a hurry to do so otherwise.

Sunday was my day for tutoring Beatrice, and of course, we made love several times. I met with Sharon again on Tuesday for tutoring, and yes, we made love again too. This time, we made love a second time in the shower. Sharon still hadn't gotten her period, and I was starting to get worried. The next Saturday, it was my turn to draw her. I posed her in a position that exposed all of her to my sight. She had a beautiful body.

I did my best to do Sharon justice on my charcoal pad, but unfortunately, my skills weren't on the same level as hers. That may have been a good thing because she was barely recognizable in my drawing. She still praised my drawing, but offered me some tips on how to improve the work.

Sharon leaned in to kiss me when I got discouraged. Sharon made me realize that it was OK. She reminded me that my goal wasn't to become a great artist, but rather just to learn how to draw people for architectural renderings. Practice would provide improvement, so by continuing to draw her, my skills would improve. By the time I realized what Sharon was saying, she was once again straddling my body, and sliding her wet pussy over my cock. Eventually, the tip of my cock slid into her vaginal entrance, and we were once again fucking. I no longer cared so much about how realistic my drawings were.

"I don't like you being depressed," she said as we slid against each other. "I want you to be happy."

We continued to fuck against each other until I had once again emptied my balls into her womb. I was really worried that Sharon was pregnant, but I couldn't stop myself when she wanted me to shoot all of my seed deep in her womb. We would probably know if she was pregnant within about a week. She would either have her period or I would have to start changing my plans. Sharon's period due date came and went without any blood, but luckily, it started about a week late. She started on birth control pills, and we never had to worry about pregnancy again.

Sharon and I continued our twice-a-week schedule for the rest of the fall semester. We had our talk about emotions, and both of us concluded that neither of us needed a serious relationship until after we graduated from college. She still said, "I love you," every once in a while, but I never worried about it again.

Chapter 30 -- Debbie

About a month into the fall semester, I was at a local big box store buying a new shirt. When I got into line to check out, I noticed this cute girl working as the cashier. I took as much time as I could checking out so I could talk with her. I introduced myself and found out that her name was Debbie. She must have been somewhat attracted to me as well, because by the time I was checked out, I had a date with her for after work. Luckily for me, she was ending her shift right then, and I happened to be her last customer. It took her a bit to clear her till and get checked out at the office, and then we were off.

I asked if she would like to go to a movie ('Everything You Wanted to Know About Sex') and Debbie agreed, but she needed to stop by her house to change her clothes first. I offered Debbie a ride and she accepted, since she normally rode the bus. We went to her house, and she had me wait in my car until she came back out. It only took her a few minutes, and she came running out of the house. It was amazing because she had obviously showered in that time and gotten dressed. Debbie was wearing a blouse and a short, pleated skirt with slip-on flat shoes.

We got to the theater, and I asked Debbie if she would like something to eat first. We had about an hour before our movie started, so we got our tickets and then went to a small café next to the theaters. I ordered drinks and sandwiches for both of us, and then we talked. By the time we left for the movie, I knew a lot more about her. Debbie had just graduated from high school, but didn't think she would do well in college, so she got a job as a cashier and was doing well at it. I told her some of my story, but I listened a lot more than I talked.

Once in the theater, I asked Debbie if she wanted a drink or popcorn, but she declined both. We went into the theater and sat in the back row. This was a new theater with pretty nice seats. The seats tilted back a bit and the armrests folded up out of the way. That allowed us to use two seats as a love seat. Debbie seemed very willing to do this and was soon leaning against my chest as my arm draped over her shoulder onto her breast.

As easy as it was to put my hand on her breast, I figured there was no way that Debbie was a virgin. I had dated several girls since I had arrived in California who weren't virgins, but I didn't include them in this story. I was even more convinced that Debbie wasn't a virgin when I turned and kissed her and she not only returned the kiss but put her hand on my inner thigh as we kissed.

Not to be outdone, I put my hand on her inner thigh and slid it up until I was rubbing the crotch of her panties. Debbie was squirming in the seat and her kiss was becoming much more passionate by that time. We were practically alone in the theater because the movie had been out for several weeks already, and there were no ushers around, so I got bold. My fingers slipped up between her leg and her panties until I was rubbing her wet vulva. When my finger slipped down to her vaginal entrance, I assumed that I would be able to slide it right in, but I was instead quickly confronted by her hymen. There was a hole in it, but it was tiny and my finger wouldn't fit through the hole. Debbie was a virgin.

Nevertheless, Debbie was still allowing me to do whatever I wished with her, and she was concentrating on kissing me, so I decided to see how far she would let me go before she stopped me. The theater was dark, and as I looked around, and there was only one other couple in the theater, and they were sitting further forward and far on the other side of the aisle.

I decided to try to suck Debbie's nipples, so I unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked her bra, and slid it away from her breasts. Then, I lowered my mouth to take in one nipple and then the other. Amazingly, she not only let me do this, but she encouraged me by pulling my head toward her breasts. That is as close to consent as a guy can get.

So far, so good.

I suckled Debbie's nipples for a few minutes, and while I did so, I undid my belt and pants and pushed them and my boxers down to my thighs. Then, I concentrated again on her pussy. I was still suckling her nipples, but my fingers were playing with her clit and labia. When I thought she was sufficiently aroused, I slipped her panties down her legs and off. I stuffed them in my pocket, since I didn't want to lose them on the floor.

Next, I pulled her up onto my lap. Debbie was still trying to kiss me, so I released her to sink down against me and kissed her back. My pants and boxers were slid down to my knees by then, so there was nothing between us. I reached down and quickly slid my cockhead around in her juices until the tip was tight up against her vaginal entrance.

I held her head against mine in a deep kiss as I pulled her down and rotated my hips to thrust deeply into her. I'm sure that Debbie would have screamed when I drove my cock deep into her vagina, but my mouth was over hers. Instead, she gasped into my mouth as my cock seated itself against her cervix. I held her still until she calmed down and I was confident she would remain quiet. When I did release her from the kiss, she simply said, "That hurt."

I replied, "Every girl goes through it at some point in her life. I hope it is feeling better now."

I felt Debbie's vaginal muscles flex against my cock and she said, "It still hurts a little, but it feels better than it did when you first entered me. I didn't know that you were going to do that."

I made another small experimental thrust up into her, and Debbie sighed, "OK, that feels better. It still stings a little, but it feels good too." Always one to give girls what they want, I continued thrusting up into Debbie's pussy. Pretty soon, she was rocking her hips to meet my thrusts and moaning somewhat loudly. I decided that I had better keep Debbie quiet, so I once again engaged her in a kiss while we fucked in the back of the theater. It was a good thing. I am sure that she would have been quite vocal (based on later engagements in more secluded settings) when she came.

It was surprising how quickly Debbie orgasmed, and after she orgasmed once, she orgasmed several more times. Finally, I couldn't take any more and shot my load through her cervix and deep into her womb. Debbie loved the experience, and as we were leaving the theater (I had given her back her panties), she asked me to come over to her house. It turned out that she had the house to herself because her parents had gone to Florida for some kind of training and wouldn't be back until Christmas.

When we got to her house, we immediately went to her bedroom where she attacked me. That is to say, Debbie took my clothes off as quickly as she could, stripped herself completely, sat me on her bed, and sat on my cock, burying it to the hilt. This time, I rolled her over and pounded her pussy from above. Debbie had a tall bed, with drawers under the mattress and box springs, and I was able to stand on the floor at the end of her bed and drive directly into her vaginal entrance without bending my legs.

After we had done that for a while, I turned her over to drill her from behind. At first, she thought I was going to try anal (and it obviously scared her), but that wasn't my purpose. After my cock slid back into her vagina, she calmed. When I tired of that position, I flipped her onto her back again and drilled her pussy with her feet up on my shoulders. I finally bent Debbie's legs so her body was doubled up, and I was able to get full penetration into her vagina with my cock. Her vagina was so stretched out that my cock had nowhere to go except against and slightly into her cervix with each thrust.

She was orgasming again, and again my load was jetted through her cervix, and I filled her with my seed deep in her womb. When I finally collapsed on her, she was kissing me passionately. Debbie asked, "Am I going to see you again?"

"Do you want to?" I asked.

"Of course," she replied.

"OK," I said. "Then let's set up regular dates. How do Monday and Wednesday evenings sound to you? I am busy with school most days and evenings, but I'm free on Monday and Wednesday evenings."

"OK," Debbie replied. "Mondays and Wednesdays are fine."

"Do you want to go out or just come back here to your bedroom?" I asked.

"Hmmm..." she sighed. "Maybe a mixture would be nice."

"OK," I replied. "A mixture it is. Just let me know what you want and when you want it."

"Deal," she said. "Now come back inside of me and fuck me again."

"First," I said, "Are you on birth control? We don't want to get pregnant."

"I do," Debbie replied. "But I will get on the pill if you want."

"When was your last period?" I asked.

"It just ended a few days ago," she answered.

"Good," I said, "Then go to a doctor and get a prescription for the pill tomorrow. After today, I won't have sex with you again until you are on the pill." With that, I slammed my cock back into her pussy. Debbie shrieked, but it was a shriek of pleasure, not of pain. Another fifteen minutes or so of thrusting and my cock was once again pressed firmly against her cervix and filling her womb with my seed.

I kept my twice-a-week date with Debbie until just before Christmas. She was a great fuck buddy, and we had a lot of fun together. There were never any expectations of anything more and we parted as friends. After Christmas, It was time for me to head for Utah to attend BYU, but that is another story.