Chasing Paradise Ch. 31 - 35

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 31 -- Carmen

After leaving California, I got to Provo, Utah a few days before New Year's Day. My first priority was to find an apartment close to BYU. My second priority was to get registered at the university. Let's just say that not everything went according to plan. Finding an apartment wasn't too difficult, but finding the right apartment mid-year was a bit harder. I was sleeping in a friend's living room while I looked, and while that may sound like a good thing, I wasn't used to college life in apartments. People were coming over all the time, and sleep was a rare commodity, since I couldn't set up my bed until everybody left in the evening.

I kept searching, though, and I finally found a good apartment. Most apartments around the university had two or three guys sleeping in each room. I really wasn't interested in that, and I was delighted when I found a small apartment above a garage, where I would have the apartment all to myself. It had a small kitchen area, a private bath, a queen-sized bed (they normally rented to married couples), and my own private entrance where I could come and go as I pleased (that was the best part). I even had my own parking in the driveway.

The rent for the apartment was just a little more than I had wanted to spend, but was still well within my budget. An interesting feature was that the owners had eight girls living in the main house that the garage was beside (it was actually a detached garage). The girls lived two to each bedroom, and they shared the kitchen and bathroom (I'm sure that was a recipe for complete chaos in the mornings).

Since BYU was a Mormon university, most of the students were also Mormons. Therefore, they had their own ways of keeping track of all of the students and making sure they didn't get into too much trouble. Even though I was not a Mormon, I was expected to belong to a student "family" made up of a "father" and "mother" (two seniors who had been appointed by the church to head up the "family" as well as several boys and several girls who assumed the role of the kids. Every Monday evening, the "family" would meet in the house next to my garage apartment for informal activities.

As I was unpacking my stuff in my apartment, there was a knock on the door. A guy and a girl were standing there when I opened it. They had a plate of cookies, and they said they were there to welcome me to the family. Since I had no idea what they were talking about, I invited them in and they explained how things worked at BYU to me.

They were very surprised that I was a Catholic (even though I wasn't really active), but after I showed them my acceptance letter from BYU, they settled down and told me a lot about university life and life in the family. Guy (the father) asked me to participate in the Monday night family home evenings, and I agreed, provided I wouldn't be asked to pray. I had been around Mormons enough to know they did things differently than I was used to.

He agreed. We talked for a while longer, and they explained that all of the girls in the house next door were in the family, along with six boys from an apartment building around the corner (where Guy lived). Gina (the mother) said that members of a family usually didn't date, so I should look elsewhere for girls. Gina lived in the house next door. When pressed, though, she admitted that there was no actual hard and fast rule about this, but if I did date a girl from the house next door, I should be very discreet. I was left with the impression that, in any event, she didn't really want me (a Catholic man) dating any of her Mormon apartment mates. Goodness knows what could happen.

My second task was to register for school. This was where things fell apart a bit. Yes, I had been accepted to the university, but they had already completed registration for the next semester and wouldn't accept late registration (which was interesting since classes were starting the next day). The soonest I could attend classes would be in six weeks (mid-February). That was a hard pill to swallow, but I should have checked on it earlier, so it was my own fault. I would just have to find something else to do for the next six weeks. I did get signed up for some mid-term accelerated classes for when they would allow me to attend class.

I was a rock climber, so I asked around about places to climb (BYU is right up against the mountains, so I knew there had to be some good spots nearby). Sure enough, there was a great climbing area, with short climbs and bouldering problems near the mouth of Rock Canyon, not far from the university. I went up to the canyon, scouted around, identified several possible routes in the quartzite slabs and several challenging bouldering problems as well. Little Cottonwood canyon had some good granite, and a lot of great routes, so that was also a possibility (although it was quite a bit further away).

I met some local climbers on my first scouting trip up Rock Canyon, and I spent a lot of time during the next six weeks climbing and bouldering (most of it in Rock Canyon) with local climbing partners. Also, since I knew how to self-belay with ascenders, I would often set up self-belayed "top ropes" and do climbing problems solo (with no fear of falling). Self-belaying, using an ascender, had the added benefit that I could use the full rope length for them. That meant that I could practice full pitch climbs by myself. That was important, because I often wasn't able to find a climbing partner, and I climbed almost every day that first six weeks.

I also took walks on and off campus pretty much every day. Doing this, I met a lot of girls during my first few weeks at BYU, some on-campus and some off-campus. Nobody seemed to mind that I wasn't going to classes yet (since I had been accepted as a student by the university, the other students saw me as a student as well), and I had several dates where I took girls (who said they wanted to learn how to climb) up to Rock Canyon. In reality, most of them were just looking for a husband. It was a joke that there were more girls at BYU pursuing an MRS. Degree than any other kind of degree. That wasn't all bad though. It meant there were a lot of desperate girls looking for a man.

While some girls were only looking for a return Mormon missionary to marry, others weren't nearly so picky. Several that I met saw me as an opportunity to live on the wild side a bit. Others just saw me as a potential Mormon convert. Since I had a private apartment with a private entrance (that couldn't be seen from the house), that meant that girls I met sometimes felt free to visit me at my apartment.

I actually met Carmen the first time I went to the house next door for the Monday "family home evening." She was one of the eight girls living in the house, and was supposedly one of my "sisters." Carmen was a freshman from Monterrey, Mexico, and she had the Mexican look (black hair, dark brown eyes and a deep tan). She had a good body (though just a little on the stocky side) and a cute face, but she was shorter than most female BYU students I met.

It turned out that Carmen was another oddity at BYU. Though she was a Mormon, she had been raised a Catholic, and had just joined the Mormon Church because her parents had joined a couple of years before. She wasn't totally sold on the Mormon teachings, and she sometimes felt like an outsider at the university because she didn't know much of anything about the Mormon Church.

Carmen hadn't had a date since she had arrived in the fall, and she was getting very desperate. When we were alone in the kitchen getting some refreshments for the "family" members, I asked her if she would like to go to Rock Canyon with me to do some climbing and bouldering. She looked up at me and said, "I know nothing about rock climbing, but yes, I would go with you. When?" We discussed schedules really quick, and I found that she had no classes the next day (Tuesday). I told her to just come to my apartment when she was ready to go.

Mid-morning on Tuesday, there was a knock on my door. There was Carmen, standing there shivering. I hadn't realized that it was going to be so cold that day when I invited her to go bouldering.

I invited her inside, had her remove her coat and shoes, and we stood next to my bed (I really didn't have a lot of places to sit in my apartment). I asked her if she really wanted to go climbing on such a cold day. She smiled. "I really just wanted to spend time with you. My heart raced when I met you."

"I think you are pretty cute too," I replied. I asked if she would like to just stay in and talk, and she loved that idea. Since I already had her take off her coat and her shoes, we could easily get on the bed together. She hesitated a bit, but then she must have decided that it was OK (or at least worth the risk), because she scooted up on the bed next to me.

We talked for a couple of hours. Carmen was a home economics major, something that I was totally unfamiliar with, but she said it was mostly to train her to be a good wife and mother. I thought that was a little strange, but she said it was the most popular degree (other than Mrs.) for girls at BYU. She was fascinated by my story, and how I had ended up at BYU. "I know there are non-Mormons here at BYU, but I don't think there are many. I'll bet they send the missionaries to try to convert you," she said.

I laughed. "They can try, I suppose. I have a fairly open mind, but from what I have seen in my life, I have a hard time with belonging to any religion."

"Aren't you a Catholic?" she asked.

"I was raised Catholic, but I had a bit of a falling out with the Catholic Church when I was in the Air Force," I replied. "A Catholic priest, who was an Air Force chaplain, told me that I couldn't be forgiven because I was a sniper and had killed people that way. He called me a murderer. After that, I didn't think much about the Catholic Church." We talked until it was almost lunch time. I asked if she needed to go, but Carmen said she would rather stay with me. I said, "Great. I can make us a couple of sandwiches, if you would like."

"OK," she replied, and I went to my small kitchen area to throw together a couple of tuna salad sandwiches on toast. She seemed to like it. We sat on the bed and continued to get to know each other better as we ate. When we were finished, I took the dishes to the sink and then rejoined her on the bed. I squeezed my neck, and she asked if I was in pain. I told her that I had broken my back while I was in the Air Force, and that it sometimes caused my neck and back to spasm in pain.

Carmen looked at me and said, "I know how to do massage. Would you like me to do that?"

I hadn't expected that, but I replied, "That is very sweet of you. Are you sure it is OK?"

She blushed and said, "We are the only ones here. I won't tell anybody if you don't. Now take off your shirt and lay down." I complied, and she was soon massaging my neck and back. She really did know how to massage, and I was loving it. After about a half-hour, I was falling asleep from the wonderful feelings she was producing with her massage. My neck and back were not only relaxed, but she had extended the massage to include my sides, my arms and my upper butt. At one point, she asked if I would like her to massage my bottom. I didn't even think about it, but undid my belt and zipper and pushed my pants and my boxers down past my bottom.

"Hola," she remarked. "What a tight, beautiful bottom. You must be very strong."

Carmen laid her hands on my glutes and started kneading my muscles again. It felt heavenly. "Carmen," I said, "You are gifted. I hope that you will do this for me often. I could certainly get used to this."

"I'm glad you like it," she replied as she massaged me. "I think you are a very special person, and I hope to be with you." Carmen continued massaging me all over my back. Whenever she would come to the top of my pants on my legs, she would push them down a tiny bit, so I lifted up enough to slide my pants and boxers down and off of my feet. Again, she hesitated, but then she massaged not only my back, but also my legs all the way to my feet.

I have no idea how long the massage lasted because I fell asleep part-way through it. When I awoke, Carmen was laying in my bed next to me. We were both under the quilt, and she was laying wrapped around me with her head in the crook of my arm. I realized that meant I was laying on my back, and when I reached down, I realized that I was naked under the quilt. I peeked under the quilt at her and realized that she was now in her bra and panties only. I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and said, "Thank you. You are an angel."

Carmen's eyes opened and she looked up at me. "I'm not an angel. I'm just a woman who is enjoying being close to you. You are a beautiful man."

I leaned down to her again and softly kissed her on the lips. Her lips opened, and my tongue entered her mouth. She immediately started to suck it. If Carmen was an example, Mexican girls definitely knew how to kiss. The kiss went on and on as we caressed each other's body.

I reached around behind her back and unhooked her bra, causing it to release her large breasts, and what magnificent breasts they were. Sometimes large breasts also have large nipples and large areolas, but hers were small (probably because they had never been touched or suckled). It was as if they were lost in the expanse of her bosom. I was caressing her breasts and nipples with my hands as we continued to kiss and she was moaning with pleasure.

When we finally broke the kiss, she said, "I want to keep kissing you. This is where I am meant to be."

I leaned back in and kissed her again. I'm not sure how long we kissed in total, but it was a while. When my hand wandered down from her breast to her panties, though, Carmen said, "We can't do any more. I am a virgin, and I want to give my virginity to my husband."

I asked, "Can I at least touch? I won't take your virginity unless you ask me to do so."

She sighed, "OK. You can touch."

I started by softly rubbing across her panties with my fingertips. Then, when her panties were completely soaked through, I slid my fingers into the leg hole to caress her vulva directly, rubbing everything from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris. Just as I thought they would, her hips were soon rocking to my touches, and she was moaning and softly squealing in her pleasure. I slid her panties down just a bit to give my hand complete access to her pussy from the top and continued caressing her vulva.

I moved my lips down to suckle her nipples, and it was like turning on a valve down below. Her pussy was producing a lot of natural lubrication, and she was squealing and moaning in pleasure. I continued to caress her labia and clitoris with my fingers as I suckled her breasts. Carmen was coming close to an orgasm, but every time she was almost there, I would change things up just enough to pull her back from the edge.

The whole time, her panties were making a slow trip down her legs until they reached her knees. I hooked them with my toes and pulled them down the remaining distance to completely remove them.

Finally, when Carmen was almost at climax and I slowed down again, she pulled me up over her body and begged, "I have never felt like this or wanted anything more. Please, put it in me. I need you in me." She spread her legs and wrapped them around my back as she reached down between us to direct my cock to its new home.

When I felt the tip settle into her vaginal entrance I asked, "Are you sure you want this?" I was very surprised that this girl had changed her moral position so quickly.

"Yes," she hissed, and I slid forward to totally bury my cock in the depths of her pussy without further hesitation. I didn't stop pushing my cock into her vagina until the tip of my cock was firmly pressed against her cervix. Tears flowed from her eyes as my cock tore through her hymen, but she was smiling at the same time. I leaned down to kiss her again, and she kissed me back with passion.

At the same time, I didn't want to make this girl pregnant, and I was fairly sure that she wasn't on any form of birth control. I asked, "When did your last period end?"

She thought for a moment and replied, "Almost three weeks ago." That was a relief. I could fuck her with no worry about her getting pregnant.

I started slowly thrusting and withdrawing my cock, slowly increasing the tempo and the length of each stroke. I had only thrust into her pussy a few times before her body's movements mirrored mine, pressing her hips against me every time my cock drove into her. Soon, her fiery passion showed itself fully, and she was fucking me as hard as I was fucking her.

I looked down at where we were joined and noticed that there was fresh blood smeared around her pussy and on my cock. I asked if she was feeling OK, and Carmen replied, "Yes, I am feeling wonderful. We are one." I increased the tempo and force until my pelvis was slapping against her pussy with every stroke. The natural lubrication was literally running out of her pussy as I fucked her. Not only that, but there was a constant stream of squeals, moans and comments in both English and Spanish coming from her mouth. Carmen was definitely a hot Latin lover. It was a good thing my apartment was detached from all other structures, because she was loud.

Even though it had been a couple of weeks since I had last had sex, I had a lot of stamina with Carmen. I just kept fucking her with only pauses to change positions every once in a while. It took her quite a while before she orgasmed, but once she did, she seemed to repeat her orgasms over and over again every couple of minutes until I finally pressed the tip of my cock firmly against her cervix and pumped my seed deep into her womb. Then, I collapsed, rolling slightly to the side so I didn't crush her under my weight.

Carmen lay under me, planting kisses all over my face. When I was recovered enough to think, I asked, "Would you like me to take you to Planned Parenthood to get a prescription for birth control pills?" When she hesitated, I continued, "I don't think you want to get pregnant. It would really mess up your life."

"It would," she replied, "Unless we were married."

"Well, I wasn't planning to get married." I replied. "You aren't fertile now, so I didn't make you pregnant, but if we do this again another time, you might be... unless you are on the pill."

"But you took my virginity and made love to me," she started. "Doesn't that mean we will be getting married?"

"Carmen," I replied. "You begged me to take your virginity. I told you I wouldn't do that unless you asked me to do so, and then you did. I like you a lot, but I don't love you yet, and where I come from, people shouldn't get married unless they already love each other a lot. If you don't get on the pill, we can't continue seeing each other. I don't want to take the risk that we will have unprotected sex again."

"Oh," she sighed. "I'm pretty sure that I already love you, Pete."

"Carmen," I said. "You have to know somebody very well before you can truly love them, and we barely know each other at all. Maybe with time, love will come, but it isn't love yet. At some point, you might decide you don't even like m, let alone love me. I sometimes have really bad nightmares, but I will tell you about them later, and you may find something else you don't like."

"OK," she replied. "Can you take me to Planned Parenthood and pay for the prescription if there's a charge?"

"Sure," I said. "Would you like to go this afternoon or sometime tomorrow?"

"I don't really want to go to Planned Parenthood at all," she stated. "I would rather get married and have your babies, but tomorrow afternoon would be best if I have to do this. My last class gets over by 2 PM. Could you meet me by the Admin Building then?"

"I will be there," I replied.

The next day, I was at the appointed spot, waiting to pick up Carmen when she came walking up to my car. "Hi," she said as she got in. "I'm still not sure about this. I'm pretty sure that birth control is considered a sin in both the Mormon and the Catholic religions."

I said, "Let's go find a place to park, so we can talk about this." We left the main campus, and I drove us down to the parking lot next to the football stadium. It was mostly empty, since it was a weekday. Once we were parked and the emergency brake was set, I asked her to explain what had changed her mind.

"I had a hard time sleeping last night," she began. "I was feeling really guilty about having sex before I got married. It is considered a pretty serious sin, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought that getting on birth control would just make that sin even worse."

"OK," I replied. "But like I said, we can't see each other or have sex again unless you are on birth control."

"Yes," she said. "I understand that. I think we will have to reconsider being with each other. I will have to confess this to the bishop as it is, but don't worry, I won't have to tell him who I had sex with as part of the confession."

That wasn't even something I had considered when I had sex with Carmen. I could get expelled from BYU if a girl decided to turn me in to Mormon Church authorities in a moment of regret. I asked, "Do you regret making love to me?"

"No," she replied. "I loved having you inside of me and I loved everything you did to me, but I regret that I sinned, if that makes any sense. It was bad judgement on my part."

"OK," I continued. Can we be brother and sister in the "family" still?"

"I don't see why not," she answered. "Nobody knows what happened between us, and they won't hear anything from me."

We talked a bit more, and then Carmen leaned over to kiss me. It wasn't simply a "goodbye" kiss, but rather a deep kiss filled with passion. When we broke the kiss, she whispered, "I will always remember our first kiss and our first time together with fondness. I still think I love you, but I can see this won't work out."

I drove her back to our neighborhood and dropped her off about a block from the house. Then I drove back toward town to get something to eat before returning to my apartment. When I got home, a couple of other girls from the neighborhood came over to me and wanted to talk as I was getting out of my car. I dated one of them a couple of times, but nothing much came of it. We kissed and she let me feel her up, but that was definitely her limit unless I wanted to marry her first. Even with her on my bed, I couldn't get past the walls she threw up every time I tried to get under clothes. I never liked a tease, and any girl who flirts shamelessly, but won't let you touch her skin-to-skin is a tease. I met a lot of teases at BYU. Marrying any of them would have been a disaster.

A friend of mine at BYU had a Yorkie puppy that he kept in his shirt jacket pocket (a really tiny puppy), and that puppy was one of the best chick magnets I have ever seen. The puppy was unusually quiet, and my friend would even take his puppy to classes in his pocket. The girls would flock to him to see his puppy, and he got lots of dates (and found his wife) because of that puppy.

However, having my own car and my own detached apartment had to be a close second as far as chick magnets went. There was never a time at BYU when there weren't girls who wanted to know me better, and even though I was just starting my junior year, I was still older than most other students at the university. That was also a huge attractant to many of the girls at BYU.

I lived in that apartment the whole time I was there at BYU, and the girls in the house next door rotated through, with new girls coming in and older girls getting married, graduating (rare), or leaving school for one reason or another. However, I never "dated" another girl from the house next door again. Yes, there were some extremely cute girls living there, but with so many cute girls available at BYU, I never saw the need to take that risk again. It just complicated things for me far too much and put my neck too much on a block.

Carmen left BYU at the end of that semester. She went back to Mexico and didn't return to school for whatever reason. I suspect that she was dismissed from BYU after she confessed to having sex and not naming her partner. I hope she found the husband she was looking for, but I don't think she found him at BYU.

Chapter 32 -- Emma

I met Emma while I was working on a bouldering problem at the green gate up in Rock Canyon. The route I was working on was called "Chicago" and it involved some big ape-swinging moves to master it. I was top-roped because this particular route was about fifty feet high, and if you fell, you would land on a hard gravel road below. Anyway, I had been trying to master the route for a couple of weeks on the day I met Emma. The whole route was over-vertical, which meant that you had to choose your hand and foot placements very carefully.

Emma walked up to the gate just as I was starting the route. My hand strength by this time, was extremely good, since I was climbing every day. I made my left hand-placement on a small hold, stepped up onto the rock and swung up to the right hand-placement above a small overhang. Using my momentum, I then swung up to the next left hand-placement and landed my feet on small holds under the overhang.

Reversing my right hand to grasp the next hold from below (pulling upward), I swung a foot up over the first overhang. I had to move fairly quickly to mantle the small ledge above the first overhang, and then I was on to the moves taking me up through the second overhang. This was the first time I had gotten this far without any slips, and I was feeling good. The second overhang went even better than the first, and I was soon on the wall above it, scurrying up to the top of the route.

When I made it to the top, I did a little dance of celebration (because I seldom completed the climb without any falls), removed my rope and belay point, and made my way off the back side of the rock and down the trail back to the road. When I got back to the green gate, Emma was standing there applauding me. "That was nothing short of amazing," she said.

"Thanks," I replied. "Do you climb?"

"No," she said. "But I would like to try." Then she quickly added, "Nothing that hard, though, my arms aren't strong enough to do what you just did."

I laughed. "You just saw me succeed. I have fallen on this route over a hundred times before I had my first successful ascent. My hands and arms are this strong only because I refused to give up after failing so many times."

"That is even better," she replied. "I admire your tenacity as much as your strength. I'll bet there are very few people determined enough to climb that rock, or any overhanging rock cliff for that matter."

"There are only two of us that I know of," I said. "The other guy climbs it without a rope, but I haven't reached the confidence level to do that yet. If you fall from this route without a rope, you will likely die."

"Wow," she exclaimed. "Are you planning to climb it without a rope too?"

"Someday," I replied. "But first, I have to climb it many times top-roped with no falls. Maybe then, I will be confident enough to climb it without a rope."

"Are you a student at BYU?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "You?"

"Yes," she said. "I go to BYU too. What is your major?"

"I want dual degrees in Mechanical Engineering and Civil Engineering, but I just transferred here to BYU, so I still have a couple of years or so to go," I replied. "What is your major?"

"Recreation Management," she answered.

"Did you walk up here?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. I take it that is your VW down by the pump house."

That's my ride," I said. "Do you have any plans right now?"

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

"Well," I answered. I was planning to go to McDonalds for dinner. I would pop for a burger, fries and shake for you too, if you want to go with me."

"I'm Emma, by the way," she said.

"Oh, I should have introduced myself. I'm Pete," I replied. "So, would you like to go with me?"

"Yes, Pete," she said with a smile. "I would love to go to dinner with you. I get tired of the cafeteria food at the dorms."

We drove down out of the canyon and down the hill from campus to McDonalds. I ordered my meal and asked her to order what she wanted. She just said, "I'll have the same as you are having."

We collected our food and found a place to eat and talk. I found out that Emma was a freshman living at Helaman Halls, on the other side of the campus from where I lived. In fact, we would have to pass her dorm to get to my apartment. Emma was fascinated that I had an apartment all of my own. I asked if she would like to see it, and she replied, "Maybe some time."

I smiled and said, "I guess that means I have to ask you out for a second date."

"I guess so," she laughed. "You are a very interesting person, so I would like to get to know you better anyway."

"What are you doing tomorrow after school?" I asked.

Emma's eyes opened wide, as I don't think she was expecting that, but she recovered quickly. "Is there something special you want to do?" she asked.

"There is a good pizza place just off the south side of campus. Have you been there?" I asked.

"No, I haven't, but I've heard it is good," she replied.

"It is the best pizza in Provo and probably the state," I said. "So, does that mean you will go with me?"

"Yes," she answered. "What time tomorrow?"

"I will pick you up at your dorm," I said. "Just write your dorm name and room number on the napkin, and I will pick you up in the lobby at 6 PM, if that's OK with you."

Emma laughed. "That's fine. I take it that you have picked up girls at the dorms before. Boys can't go beyond the lobby, but they will send somebody to get me when you arrive if I'm not already in the lobby."

"Yes, I have picked up a couple of dates at the dorms," I replied. We talked a bit more before I took Emma back to her dorm. Maybe the next evening she would want to see my apartment. She interested me because she didn't seem like the average BYU coed just looking to find a husband. Emma had only hinted at her plans for after graduation, but I wanted to know more.

Our date was for a Friday evening, so I knew enough to make reservations at the Brick Oven pizzeria in advance. I asked if they had any secluded tables or booths, and they told me that they had just the place for me and my date. I picked Emma up at her dorm the next evening, and she was waiting for me in the lobby, even though I was right on time. I appreciated that, since it avoided all of the girls staring at me while I waited for my date to come down.

I was able to find a place to park and we went into the restaurant. From her looks and body language, I could tell that Emma appreciated me opening doors for her and adjusting her chair at the table. The waiter took our order and then let us talk. Our table was, indeed secluded, and there wasn't any loud music or conversation close to us. By the time the drinks and pizza arrived, we had gotten to know each other fairly well.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed. "This pizza is really good."

"Yeah," I agreed. "I eat here a lot. Their lasagna is great too."

Emma wanted to know all about me, so I told her all that I could. I told her that I had served in Southeast Asia (NOT Vietnam), and that I sometimes had horrible nightmares from my experiences there. She wanted to know what gave me nightmares, and I told her that my job was classified, but that I worked behind enemy lines and that my biggest fear was of being caught and tortured by the NVA. I also told her about the man I found who had been crucified and left to rot. That shocked her, and she didn't ask any more about my time in SEA that evening.

Emma did ask, though, how often I had these nightmares. I told her the truth. I had the nightmares almost every night unless I was lying against a warm woman. That, of course, opened up a whole new series of questions. I answered all of her questions as honestly as I could without getting into too many details, but by the end of the evening, she knew that I was fairly experienced with women. That didn't put her off, though, and she even commented that it was my experiences that had made me who I was. She also said that, so far, she was interested in the person that I had become because of my experiences.

When we finished with our dinner (I took a couple of pizza slices home with me wrapped in foil), I asked if she would like to see my apartment. Emma answered, "Yes." And we drove back to my place. Nobody was around, which was nice, and we climbed the stairs to my place over the garage. Once inside, I asked for her coat and shoes, and removed my own as well. Like I mentioned before, there weren't a lot of places to sit in my apartment, so after a quick tour, we both sat on my bed.

We continued to talk, and I learned that Emma was interested in opening a spa after she had learned massage and facial care at a salon during the summer before she left for university, and she thought that a high-class spa with all sorts of services for men and women would be a good business. By keeping it up-scale, she figured she could keep the riff-raff away and attract wealthy clients. Although there are spas like this all over the world today, back in 1973, this was a new concept, and I thought it would probably work for her.

Emma was a cute, girl, with dark blonde hair, green eyes and a nice figure. She was definitely attractive to me. I must have been attractive to her as well, because during our conversation, she leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Thank you," I said softly. "That was nice."

"I like you, Pete," she said. "And I don't want you to have horrible nightmares."

I looked into her eyes, which were tearing up just a bit, and leaned in for another kiss. Emma returned it completely, and we were soon laying there on my bed kissing passionately and caressing each other. I wasn't actually attempting to seduce Emma (though I was a firm believer in taking advantage of serendipity when it presented itself). Somehow, we just both ended up naked on my bed. Emma cooed every time I touched her in a new spot, and she was returning my caresses with enthusiasm, but honestly, I was mostly just touching her through her clothes at first. It was actually her that started undressing me first. I was thinking, 'This girl has some experience in the bedroom.'

Emma unbuttoned my shirt, and unfastened my belt and pants, and then slid everything off of me. All this time, we were kissing passionately. When my shirt was removed, I decided it was time for me to start undressing her as well. I started by sliding her sweater up and over her head, leaving her with just her bra covering her breasts.

I moved my kisses down her body, so I was kissing and sucking her upper breasts. Next, I reached around her to unhook her bra, which immediately fell free from her breasts. Her hands came up to cover her breasts, so there was still evidence of innocence there. However, when I pulled her bra away and kissed down to her breasts, Emma removed her hands and allowed me complete freedom of movement.

Her breasts were large and rounded in shape with erect nipples on small areolas (just the way I liked them), and I leaned in to kiss them. Emma's hands flew up again, but this time it was to pull me in rather than to fend me off. When my mouth found a nipple, she drew in so much air, I was worried that she would suck the oxygen from the room. It was pretty obvious that she was going to enjoy having me suckle her nipples.

Emma's hands didn't remain on my head for long, though. She pushed my pants and boxers down my legs to my knees. Again, I thought, 'This girl is experienced,' but she didn't seem to know what she should do from there. She wasn't holding or caressing my cock like an experienced girl would do. Instead, her hands were holding my head and my butt, just pulling me closer to her body.

I pushed my pants and boxers off, and then I unhooked and unzipped her skirt and lowered it and her panties down her legs and off her feet. Emma kissed my forehead and whispered, "No more nightmares for you." I don't know if she actually knew what she was saying, but it had a calming effect on me.

I was now lying on top of Emma, her legs to both sides of my waist and providing me with a perfect saddle. I continued to suckle her nipples as she massaged my back. "Is this what you meant by having a woman close to you?" she asked.

"Mmmm..." I moaned into her breast. "Yes."

"I could get used to this," she whispered as she continued to kiss my forehead. When I started to move my lips down her body, Emma asked, "What are you doing?"

I replied, "I'm trying to bring you pleasure."

As my lips reached her pussy, though, she stopped me. "Not there," she said. "That is nasty." So many Filipinas had stopped me, saying that it was 'dirty' and this was the same. I explained to her that any lover who wouldn't do this for his woman wasn't worth having, and then I licked her from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris, sending her into another realm of reality.

It had been my experience that once a woman felt what a tongue and mouth could do for them, they no longer had any objections to me eating their pussies. This proved to be true with Emma as well. Her posture went immediately from defensive to very eager in the time it took my tongue to travel from one end of her vulva to the other. Hands that had been blocking me were quickly pulling me closer. "Oh my God," Emma cried. "Oh wow. Yes, yes, yes."

Eating a woman's pussy accomplishes a few things. First, it gets her ready to have sex, her vagina producing adequate lubrication to allow penetration. Second, it allows the man to assess the woman's health. If there is something wrong, it will be immediately evident. Bad smells, bumps, sores or warts are all signs that he should not proceed any further with a woman. Third, it allows the man to assess her experience level. He can usually tell whether or not she is a virgin. Beyond that, he can tell by her vagina how stretched it has been in the past. If it is loose, she has likely had a lot of experience with big cocks. If her hymen is gone, but her pussy is tight, then it is likely she has experience, but not a lot.

Emma's pussy was sweet and sweet smelling, had no blemishes, and her hymen was still intact just inside her vaginal entrance. That really surprised me, but in a good way. I loved licking and sucking the various bits in her vulva, and my finger found a small, but not insurmountable hole in her hymen. "Careful," she cried when my finger slid into her. "Nobody has ever done that before."

Of course, I already knew that from my explorations. "Don't worry," I said. "I'll be gentle." With that, Emma relaxed (at least as much as she could relax with my mouth sucking her clit and my finger searching for the most sensitive bits in her vagina).

I spent a lot of time eating Emma's pussy. It was enjoyable for both of us, and I knew that it would make things easier if we continued. That was NOT a foregone conclusion. Many girls I romanced at BYU got all the way to the point of penetration and stopped me. I never had sex with any girl at BYU unless she wanted to do so (or at least raised no objections to what I was doing).

When Emma's orgasm started crashing over her in waves, she pulled me up to kiss me and wrapped her legs around my waist as her body shuddered in pleasure. My cockhead slid into her vaginal entrance, against her hymen but not through it, and I paused. I was going to ask if she was sure that she wanted to continue when she rocked her hips and pushed down hard against my cock.

My natural reaction was to thrust forcefully up into her vagina, and my cock was almost completely buried in her in one stroke. Emma gasped and winced, having experienced some pain, but she continued to pull me into her with her arms and legs. I lay between her legs for a minute, letting her vagina get used to my cock embedded in it. I could feel blood seeping out of her vagina around my cock and running down to my balls.

I felt Emma's vagina start to flex internally, telling me that she was probably ready to continue. I slowly slid my cock out of her pussy until only the head remained inside. Then I slowly thrust back into her depths until my cockhead was firmly seated against her cervix. After that, I started increasing the tempo and power of my thrusts until our groins were slapping against each other with force and speed.

In all honesty, most women don't put much effort into sex, instead choosing to just lay on their backs letting the man do all of the work and taking what comes. I think that is why many women have difficulty having orgasms. Exceptional women, like Emma, match the man stroke for stroke, meeting every thrust with a counterthrust. Good sex is almost always noisy sex, and sex with Emma was very noisy.

When she started getting close to the end, I remembered to ask about birth control. Emma said that she was already on the pill, even though she had never had sex before. With that, there was nothing left but to bring us both to orgasm. I started to stimulate her clitoris as I fucked her. It didn't take long to bring her to a peak. I felt her vaginal muscles start to milk my cock as waves of pleasure washed through her system, and that quickly sent me over the edge.

It felt like I pumped a gallon of seed through her cervix and into her womb, Emma's body drinking it up quickly as it shot from my cock. Spurt after spurt of semen entered deep into her body, with very little leaking back out through her vagina afterwards.

I finally collapsed. I rolled a little to the side to prevent crushing her under my weight, but she rolled with me to keep my cock trapped in her pussy. I always liked it when a woman did this. Emma was kissing me. She smiled and said, "All of my life I was told that sex was something to be endured, that it was painful, and that women didn't really enjoy it. Now, I know that all of that was just a lie to keep girls from having sex."

Emma kissed me again and asked, "May I stay here with you tonight? I want to be the one to keep the nightmares away."

I nodded my assent. Even though I figured that the chance of discovery would increase if a girl stayed overnight in my apartment, it seemed well worth it to have Emma there in my bed. First, though, was the matter of cleaning my bed linens. Emma had bled, and I hadn't put a towel down, so my sheets had blood on them.

Luckily, I had spot remover, so I stripped the sheets and removed the spots of blood while Emma started her shower. Since I did my laundry down in the garage under my apartment, I left the sheets on the towel rack to dry and got into the shower with Emma. She was surprised at first, but quickly got used to me washing her back. "This is nice," she said. "I can never wash my back properly."

Of course, my cock had plans other than just washing her back, and soon it was between her legs as I leaned Emma forward into the wall and penetrated her from behind. As I penetrated her vaginal entrance, she pressed back against me, taking me all the way into her vagina with one stroke. I didn't pause this time, and I was soon merrily humping her from behind, holding her hips and then capturing her swinging breasts in front of her.

This coupling didn't take very long to complete. The water running over us and the novelty of fucking in the shower soon had both of us climaxing again. It is more difficult to keep your cock firmly pressed against a woman's cervix during ejaculation when in this position, so some of my semen ran back out of her pussy after we finished. Another quick shower, followed by mutual drying, and we returned to the main room to put new sheets on the bed.

Emma started picking up clothes, but I had her just fold them and put them on the counter, since we would be sleeping naked that night. We originally had a quilt over the top sheet, but we quickly overheated and were just between the two sheets. It felt really good to be spooned up behind Emma's beautiful body, and my hands both found natural resting places grasping her breasts. There is nothing more soothing for a man (and she enjoyed it too).

I was soon asleep, and I had no nightmares that night (or any other night when Emma shared my bed). I had a wonderful night's sleep, even though I still woke up a few times. Each time, I felt Emma's soft body pressed back against me and her soft breasts in my hands, and I fell asleep again quickly.

In the morning, I woke first. My cock was hard and had slipped between her legs. It was simple to reach around her hip, seat my cock in her vaginal entrance, and slowly press it into her pussy. Emma woke up when my cock was pressed against her cervix. I felt her flex her hips, and I knew that she was awake and ready to go. Instead of continuing, though, I withdrew and rolled her to face me. I quickly reseated my cock in her pussy, and leaned in to kiss her, "Good morning, beautiful."

"Good morning handsome," Emma replied. "Is this how you wake a girl?"

"It is certainly one way," I said and laughed. "Do you like being woke up this way?"

"Hmmm... I think I could get used to this," she answered. By then, I was moving in her pussy at a good rate, thrusting in to press against her cervix and withdrawing until only the tip remained, thrusting faster and faster with every stroke. Her hips were rocking and rolling under me, meeting every stroke and causing the air to fill with the sounds and smells of sex. It didn't take too long before I could no longer contain myself, but Emma hadn't yet climaxed, so I put my thumb on her clit and rubbed until she came right along with me.

We had no sooner collapsed on the bed when there was a knock on the front door. I had Emma quietly scoot into the bathroom before I slid my boxers on and answered the door. There, at my doorstep stood two Mormon missionaries. Well, I never expected that (even though I had been warned that it would probably happen). After their initial introduction (with me standing there in my boxers), I told them that maybe another time (like never) might be better and closed the door. I'm sure the scent of sex was drifting out through the door, but I doubt that either of them would have recognized it.

On the bright side, it wasn't one of the girls next door at my door. That would have been much more embarrassing and awkward. Since it was a Saturday, I would have to be very careful if Emma decided she needed to leave. Luckily, she was fine staying in my apartment with me, and didn't leave until Sunday (while everybody from next door was at church). After I locked the front door, I went into the bathroom and joined Emma in the shower again.

Of course, we didn't just shower, but we both emerged squeaky clean a while later. After our shower, I got the leftover pizza out of the fridge, and cold pizza became our breakfast. Pizza is great the morning after, provided it is refrigerated overnight. Once we had eaten, we decided to talk and get to know each other even better.

I asked, "What do you see coming out of this relationship?" I wanted to know if Emma was thinking about marriage as so many Mormon girls did.

"I think we should just see where it leads," Emma answered. "I have a lot of plans for my life, and I'm not sure how you will fit into them." It was refreshing to hear her say that. "However," she continued, "I do plan on sleeping with you a lot more to hopefully get rid of your nightmares. Besides, I am really enjoying my time with you."

I leaned in to kiss her and told her, "Thank you. You are one of the most level-headed girls I have met here at BYU. Not only that, but for a girl who was a virgin just hours ago, you are a wonderful lover."

We continued talking, but stopped when we heard somebody coming up the stairs to my door. I had decided to not answer the door any more while Emma was in my apartment. Whoever it was, they knocked a few times, there was some talking outside (it was girls), and then they left. I decided that from then on, if I was bringing a girl to my room, I would park my car down the street instead of in the driveway. The absence of my car might make somebody think that I might not be home.

Every once in a while, I would open my door to find a plate of cookies or some other dessert on my step with a note. If they identified themselves in the note (which they usually did), I would always get back to them to personally thank them, and that led to dates several times (which I'm sure was their intention all along).

I found out a lot more about Emma that Saturday. She was from a small town in upstate New York, and she was much more comfortable in that environment rather than where there were a lot of people. BYU had over 25,000 students at that time, so you were always wading through crowds and bumping into people. She didn't like that.

She also wasn't comfortable being at the center of the Mormon Church. Where she had grown up, Mormons were rare, and there was a sense of community. She didn't feel that community at all at BYU. Instead, she felt that too many people wanted to forcibly control other people around them using religion as a weapon. It was all foreign to the Church that Emma thought she had grown up in.

All of this combined made Emma question her faith. If people here (at the center of the Church) could act so maliciously, then what did the Church actually stand for? For my part, I told her that I had questioned the Catholic Church for much the same reason. I had a run in with a Catholic chaplain who told me that I couldn't be forgiven of murdering people the way I had (with a sniper rifle). Of course, I disagreed with him on what constituted murder, but it caused a lot of anguish when I questioned what I was doing. I finally concluded that what I was doing in Laos was saving a lot more people than I had killed (or caused to be killed). Therefore, the priest (and by inference the Church) was wrong. It was a long time before I went to Mass again, and I never saw the Church as an authority again.

"Was your time in Laos why you have nightmares?" Emma asked.

"Oh dear. I shouldn't have said that. That is still classified, and I'm not supposed to talk about it."

"But was it?" she asked again.

"Yes." I replied. "I was always in fear of being captured, and I saw some really horrible things while there. The time I spent in Laos was definitely the cause of my nightmares, and they just never went away. If I had been captured, I would have been cruelly tortured and slowly killed. I saw the results of the NVA's treatment of enlisted prisoners, and it wasn't pretty. Now, let's talk about something else."

"OK," she replied. Emma now had a better understanding of what I was all about. She said that, in a way, it scared her, but in another way, she admired me for facing my fears and doing what I was supposed to do anyway. Emma said that my past had made me the man I was today (the man she met up in the canyon), and that she liked the man she saw... a lot. That was not the last time we talked about my past, but it was the last time we talked so directly about my time in Laos.

I went out in the late morning to fetch us some lunch and food for dinner and breakfast the next morning, but I left Emma in the apartment. Neither of us wanted her to be seen in or around my apartment, so I was the one who went out while she stayed in bed and waited for me. She said she was OK with that.

When I returned, I parked down the street, we had our sandwiches, and then we lay down in the bed again. Emma asked what time the local student ward met on Sunday, and I told her everybody would be gone from the neighborhood by 8 AM. That sounded good to her because she had some studying to do during the weekend, and we obviously hadn't taken any time to study.

We made love a few more times that day and evening, and once more in the morning before I fixed her breakfast and took her back to her dorm (dropping her off a block away). We set a date for the next Friday night, and I told her that she might want to leave a few clothes in my apartment, so she would always have clean clothes around. She thought that was a good idea, but it actually came back to bite me in the ass later when another girl found Emma's clothes in my apartment.

Emma and I dated on and off for about a year, and I always looked forward to her staying with me overnight after our dates. I treated her right, and I was always a gentleman. Even though a mutual love grew between us, we never did figure out how each of us fit into the other's plans, and therefore we never got serious about marriage.

Emma made her dream come true. After she graduated, she pulled enough investment money together and started a spa resort up in the mountains of New York. It was a destination, with lodging and fine (healthy) dining but all focused around the spa and the lake and trails surrounding the resort. Everything was centered around fitness and good health. Emma's spa was very successful, and is still in operation today.

Chapter 33 -- Jill

My classes at BYU had started, which meant that I was spending more time on-campus and less time rock climbing. I was still getting in a lot of climbs, but not most every day like I had before. Anyway, I was sitting on a bench in the square in front of the religious studies building when I saw her approaching. At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but as she walked closer, there was no doubt in my mind... it was Jill.

Jill was the same girl I had dated at the beginning of my Air Force enlistment, and I hadn't seen her since then, but this was her walking toward me. Since I hadn't told her why I had left, I wasn't sure how this was going to go, but it would be interesting for sure.

She was about ten feet from me when Jill looked up and saw me. All kinds of emotions flashed across her face as she recognized me. Jill came to a stop a few feet in front of me and just stood there staring at me with her mouth open. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I'm going to school at BYU," I replied. "I decided to get a degree in engineering when I got out of the Air Force. BYU has a good engineering college."

"But," Jill continued, "Are you a Mormon now? This is a Mormon school."

"No, Jill," I answered. "I haven't joined the Mormon Church. However, BYU accepted me when I applied, so maybe they saw something in me."

"I can't imagine what," Jill said. "You hurt me badly. You know that, don't you?"

"Jill, if I could go back in time and do things differently, I would," I replied. "All I can do now is ask for your forgiveness."

"Why did you just leave like that?" she asked.

I closed my eyes to gather my thoughts. "You know that I grew up as an Air Force Brat, so you know that I knew a lot of people in the Air Force. I had seen too many people get married during their first enlistment, and then get stuck, not able to take risks that would let them explore new things. I knew too many guys who were afraid to get out of dead-end jobs in the Air Force because they had a wife and children, and when I fell in love with you, I was afraid that would happen to me."

"You could have told me that then," Jill said. "Wait. Did you just say you were in love with me?"

"Yes," I answered. "I was in love with you. I have lived in regret that I was so stupid ever since."

"Well," she said, "You were right to regret that. I was in love with you too. I know, I was only sixteen, but I was sure that I had met my forever mate when you came into my life. I can't tell you how many nights I cried myself to sleep after you disappeared."

"Can you forgive me?" I asked. "I know that I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I would be eternally grateful if you could."

"I don't know," Jill replied. "I know that I should, if I want to call myself a Christian, but I was hurt so bad it may take me a while to come around to forgiving you."

"Well," I said, "That is at least a start. I was afraid that you would just kill me when I saw you walking toward me. Thinking about forgiveness is much more than I expected. "Do you think there is any way we could get together to talk?"

Jill thought for a minute and then said, "I think talking would be good. When do you want to talk and where should we meet?"

I pulled out a sheet of paper, wrote my address and phone number on it, and handed it to her. "Here," I said. "This is my contact information. Maybe we could meet there or wherever you live, or you could choose someplace else entirely."

Jill ripped off the bottom half of the sheet, wrote her contact information, and said, "This is where I live. It looks like you are in an apartment or house. I am in a house too. I think it would be better if you come to my place first, since there will likely be other girls around."

"OK," I replied. "When would you like me to come over?"

"How about tomorrow at 6 PM?" she asked. "That will give me time to think about this. I think I am in shock right now."

"I will be there," I said.

I was on her doorstep at exactly 6 PM the next evening. Jill's roommate let me in and had me sit on the couch in the living room. She asked if I would like something to drink, and I said a glass of water would be good, if it wasn't too much trouble. She went into the kitchen and came back with a glass of water and a small plate of cookies. That was when Jill came out from her bedroom in the back of the house. I stood as she approached, and she sat down next to me on the couch.

"What would you like to talk about?" I asked.

"First of all," Jill started out, "What happened to you back in 1968? I know that you left the base, but I had no idea where you had gone and nobody else seemed to know either."

"OK," I replied. "That is probably a good place to start. When I left Barksdale, I went to Eglin Air Force Base in Florida for a school. I can't tell you exactly what the school was about because that is still classified, but suffice it to say that the school involved orienteering in the dark, mapwork, telescopic camera work, and long-range shooting. I spent the rest of my time in the Air Force going back and forth between the US and southeast Asia for secret missions. I will tell you that I wasn't in Vietnam, but I was working very close to the NVA when I was in-theatre. I was in their back yard."

"That sounds very dangerous," Jill said.

"It was," I agreed, "But it was work that needed to be done. Everyone in my unit was a volunteer."

"You volunteered to do that?" Jill asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"Why?" she asked.

"Well," I began, "The Air Force stuck me in supply when I got to Barksdale even though I had been promised a job in civil engineering. I didn't want to be stuck in supply for four years because I saw that as a dead end. When I went to Personnel, they told me my options. Truthfully, none of them appealed to me very much, but the one I took that landed me behind enemy lines seemed like the best of all of the options. Of course, I didn't actually know what the job would entail when I signed up. It was classified."

"Oh," Jill replied. "What was wrong with supply?"

"It was more the principle of the thing than where I was," I said. "The Air Force had lied to me, and I didn't want to just let it slide. Besides, there seemed to be a lot of stupid people in supply. I probably wasn't very wise when I made that decision, but then young men aren't usually known for their wisdom."

"OK," she said. "You said you were in love with me. How could you leave me?"

"I was stupid," I replied. "But I was afraid of being trapped in the Air Force in a job that I didn't like if I married you."

"I would have followed you anywhere and risked everything to be with you," Jill said.

"I know," I replied. "But I didn't want you to be tied to somebody who wasn't happy, and I guarantee I wouldn't have been happy."

"You didn't have the right to make that decision for me," Jill said. "You hurt me really bad when you disappeared. I never really got over it. Seeing you on-campus yesterday felt like somebody had ripped open an old wound. I didn't sleep at all last night because I was crying."

"I'm sorry," I said. "Would you rather that I just avoid you? I actually didn't know that you were here at BYU. I know that you had talked about it back when we knew each other, but seeing you was as big a surprise to me as it was to you."

"No," Jill replied. "Now that I know you are here, we need to figure out what, if anything, there is between us. I prayed about this last night, and I know there is still a place for you in my heart. We need to see what that place is. I have decided to forgive you and give you another chance, but if you hurt me again, there won't be any more chances."

"I understand," I said. "Thank you for giving me a chance at all."

We sat there on the couch for another three hours talking and catching up on each other's lives. Jill had gone through a couple of boyfriends in high school, and she had dated at BYU, but nothing ever got serious for her and she hadn't had a real boyfriend in college.

She asked about my time since we had parted. I told her that I had several girlfriends since then, but like her, none of my relationships ever lasted. Of course, I didn't give her any details of my relationships (I didn't want to scare her off).

We ate the cookies and drank water as we talked. At one point, Jill's roommate came into the living room to ask if Jill had any homework to do (pre-arranged cue maybe?). Jill replied that she did, and that maybe we could continue this another time. I asked her if she would like to go to dinner on Friday with me at the Brick Oven. Jill said, "Yes," and I told her I would pick her up at 6 PM.

Jill saw me to the door, but before I left, she leaned in toward me. I took the hint and softly kissed her. All the way back to my place, I wondered how this was going to turn out. When I arrived home, I called the Brick Oven for reservations for Friday. My circumstances were now much different than they had been when I first met her. I wasn't afraid of much of anything, and I knew that I could handle whatever life threw at me.

Friday evening rolled around, and I took Jill out for pizza. This was one of my favorite places around BYU to take a date. It was good food for not too much money, and they took care of me there. Dinner and conversation took a couple of hours, and when we had eaten our fill, I had the waitress wrap the remaining pieces to go. I asked Jill if she would like to see my apartment. Amazingly, she agreed.

When we got back to my place, we climbed the stairs and went inside. Jill was surprised that I had this apartment all to myself. We took off our coats and shoes at the door, and she asked where we should sit. I told her the only place I had was the bed. She hesitated, but then she slid up on the bed with her back against the pillows.

"Do you bring girls to your apartment often?" she asked.

"No," I replied. "Not often." In truth, most girls came to my apartment on their own, so I didn't need to "bring" them.

I lay down on the bed next to her as we talked. At one point, she was happy with one of my answers, and she leaned down to kiss me. Of course, not being one to let opportunities pass, I kissed her back and pulled her toward me. This turned into a real kiss instead of just a friendly kiss. Jill seemed tense as she kissed me, so I told her to relax. Kissing wasn't a competition between the participants. She blushed, but then kissed me again more softly.

We didn't talk much more that evening. We were too busy kissing and caressing each other. I never took too many liberties as my hands traveled around her body. Even as tame as my movements were, Jill still jumped every time my hands moved to a new location. I could see this was going to take a while before I was able to do anything really serious with her. By the end of the evening (she told me she needed to get home), we had only kissed and I had caressed her breasts through her clothes. I drove her back to her house and kissed her goodnight at the door before she went inside.

Our second date was the next day on Saturday, and I took Jill to Rock Canyon. She enjoyed learning to boulder, and she was genuinely impressed when I climbed the Chicago route without a rope. By that time, I had climbed it enough to feel confident. After a while, climbing a route like that becomes just muscle memory. After spending a couple of hours up the canyon, we went down to my apartment where I fixed us sandwiches. We sat on my bed and talked as we ate our lunch.

I felt tired after the bouldering, and I lay back and closed my eyes. Jill lay across me with her head on my chest and her right leg draped over my legs. We fell asleep like that. I guess we were both tired. When we awoke, she was tickling my lips with her finger and looking down at me.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked.

"Nothing really." Jill replied. "I was just wondering if we really have a chance this time."

"That isn't nothing," I commented. "That is huge. I have been asking myself the same question. Did you come up with any answers?'

"Not really," she said. "I am starting to hope that things work out with you."

I smiled. "I like the sound of that."

Jill leaned down to kiss me again. This time, her kiss was more passionate, but also more gentle, and she slid up over me to straddle my hips as we kissed. Her hands were entangled in my hair, and my hands were caressing her breasts through her clothes again. I could feel her nipples spring to life through her sweater and thin bra.

I decided to get brave, and slid my hand under her sweater, so it was resting directly on her bra. She jumped a little when she felt this, but then settled down into kissing again. After a while, my hand made it way to Jill's bra strap, and with a flick of my wrist, her bra was unhooked. She moaned into the kiss when my hand once again found her breast, this time without the bra covering it.

I don't think I have ever met a girl who enjoyed kissing more than Jill. As long as we were kissing, she would allow my hands to wander wherever they wanted. She let me slide her sweatshirt up under her arms to uncover her breasts for me. Jill even let me slide her arms out of the sleeves.

I'm sure this was the furthest she had ever let a boy go with her, but when I broke the kiss to push her sweater over her head, she suddenly became aware of her situation. It still came off, but she started to question if we should be doing that. I leaned in for another kiss, and then she once again ignored the fact that she was topless against my sweatshirt.

I was massaging her breasts, and she was moaning into my mouth as we kissed. It was obvious that she enjoyed the sensations. Jill just didn't want to have to think about them. She was wearing sweat pants (because we had been bouldering earlier), and it was simple to untie the string and lower her sweat pants down her legs. Luckily, we had my quilt over us from when we had dozed off, so her legs didn't get cold.

Jill was now lying on top of me in just her panties. We were still kissing, and she was sliding around on top of me as I fondled her breasts. Her pussy was directly over my cock, but I still had sweat pants and boxers on. I still didn't want to scare her off, so I decided that I wouldn't attempt to remove my clothes. That still left a lot that I could do however. One hand was still fondling her breasts and the other hand went to work on her pussy. Her panties were soon soaked with her juices, and my finger easily slid into her vulva through a leg hole to caress her clitoris and labia.

Jill was squirming and moaning into our kiss, and it was more and more evident that my hands were really affecting her. When she started to orgasm, she was overwhelmed by the pleasure. Into my mouth she moaned, "What are you doing to me?"

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"Um hmm..." she moaned.

I didn't want to press her too far too fast, so I let her come down slowly from her climax. I was still kissing her (or should I say she was still kissing me?).

Jill finally regained her senses and said, "Wow. I have never felt anything like that."

"I'm glad that I could bring you pleasure," I responded.

Jill smiled at me and said, "Thank you for that. I can feel you hard under me. I appreciate that you didn't try to have sex with me. You probably could have and I wouldn't have been able to stop you."

"I don't ever want to hurt you again," I replied. Jill laid her head down on my chest and closed her eyes. Her hands were sliding around on the skin between my sweatshirt and sweat pants, slowly creeping up to my chest under my sweatshirt.

"I'm sorry that you didn't get any pleasure out of this," she said.

"Don't worry about me," I replied. I got pleasure out of giving you pleasure. Being able to touch your skin was like a trip to paradise for me. Jill smiled and kissed me again. My hands were still caressing her breasts as she lay on me. Is there a better feeling than soft breasts in your hands?

At some point, Jill realized how naked she was, but instead of recoiling and covering herself, she pushed my sweatshirt up so her nipples were against my bare chest, and then she pushed my sweatshirt up and off of my head. Jill started sliding her nipples around on my chest. Of course, her pussy was also rubbing around over my cock, but that wasn't skin-on-skin contact. In any event, it was a wonderful sensation having her moving on me like that.

I captured Jill's lips again, we resumed our passionate kissing, and Jill went back into a state of semi-consciousness. Her body had once again taken control over her mind, and she was moving over me like she wanted more. I was still worried that she might get mad if we went too far, but when her hands started pushing my sweats and boxers down my legs, I didn't fight her. Once they reached my knees, I kicked them off the rest of the way.

Pretty soon, my cock was sliding against her panties, that being the only clothing still between us. I wasn't sure where this would end, but I was more than willing to continue as long as she wanted. Jill's panties were soaked, and my cock was causing them to drag around over her vulva. Eventually, the tip of my cock made its way along the side of her panties and then pushed them aside.

Jill was still rubbing back and forth, causing my cock to slide along in her wet vulva. It was only a matter of time before the tip found its way into her vaginal entrance and through her hymen (yes, I felt it as my cock pierced her thin barrier). However, as consumed as she was by the sensory overload she was experiencing, I don't think Jill even felt any pain (because she barely even paused as my cock slid deep into her vagina).

Once my cock was sliding into her depths, I didn't feel the need to hold back any longer. I was thrusting completely into her and withdrawing in ever-increasing tempo and force. Jill was matching me stroke for stroke, but she still seemed to be acting in a haze, like she thought this was a dream.

It was no dream, though, and when I felt her vaginal muscles start to spasm, I lost all control and emptied load after load of my seed through her cervix and deep into her womb. I didn't know whether Jill was on any birth control or where she was in her cycle, but there was no time to ask. Besides, if she got pregnant, I would definitely marry her.

After we climaxed, Jill fell on me like a wet noodle, as exhausted from the experience as I was. I was kissing her face, but it took her several minutes to realize that my hard cock was still embedded deep in her pussy. Her realization was manifest when I felt her squeeze her internal muscles around my cock and then groan, "I guess we had sex after all."

"Yes," I replied, 'But it wasn't me who initiated it."

"It's OK," she said. "I don't blame you. Besides, I think I love you." Then, she kissed me again.

I asked, "When did your last period end?"

"About a week and a half ago," she replied. "Why?"

"Well," I answered, "You are probably in your most fertile time."

Her eyes got big and she gasped, "Really?"

"Yes," I replied. "Really."

"Will you marry me if I get pregnant?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered. "I will marry you even if you don't get pregnant." I don't think she actually caught what I said.

"OK," Jill sighed. "There is nothing to worry about then. Let's do it again." Then she laughed. "Pete, I have been on the pill for several years. I got very painful cramps with my periods, so my doctor put me on the pill to stop the cramps. I have been on the pill ever since."

"OK," I said. "That is one less thing to worry about. Do you really want to do it again?"

"Pete, your cock is still hard inside of me. Why would we want to waste it?" she asked. Then, she pressed down hard against my cock to emphasize her point.

I rolled Jill over onto her back, and immediately started stroking deeply into her pussy. She spread her legs as far as she could, which was when I noticed that she was still wearing her panties. I quickly slid out, pulled her panties off of her legs and reinserted my cock into her vagina. Again, she spread her legs and was doing her best to rock her hips against my thrusts.

Jill ended up with her legs on my shoulders as I pressed my cock deeply into her vagina time after time. When she orgasmed, her neck and chest flushed dark pink and her whole body shook. Again, I was unable to resist the sensations, and I unloaded spurt after spurt of seed through her cervix and deep into her womb. Then, I collapsed next to her.

Jill got up and dashed into the bathroom. There was some blood from her hymen, but not all of the sperm that she had anticipated because of what she had heard from other girls. She brought a damp washcloth back to the bed to wash me up, and she asked why there wasn't a lot of my cum running out of her. I told her that the way I understood it, if the semen was pumped directly into the woman's womb, there was very little chance that it would run back out. I told her that I wasn't a doctor, but that was what I understood.

I couldn't tell her that my experience with many girls had shown me that holding my cock firmly against a woman's cervix during ejaculation would result in little run-off through her vagina, even though I was shooting large amounts of semen into her. Because of the length of my cock, it was usually easy to hold the tip firmly against a woman's cervix, so that my sperm would be pumped into her womb.

Jill had church the next morning, so we showered and then I took her back to her apartment. I kissed her softly on the front step of her house. She was going back to her home in Louisiana for the summer, so we only had five or six weeks to spend together before she left. Once Jill had experienced sex, however, she was eager to continue our sexual exploration every chance she got, and the next few weeks saw us in my bed a lot.

A week before the end of term, Jill showed up at my apartment looking very serious. She said that her bishop had asked her to serve a mission for the Mormon Church, and that she would accept the call. She asked if I wanted to wait for two years for her to return. I told her I probably would, but we would have to see how things played out.

I also asked if she was sure this was what she wanted. Jill said it didn't matter what she wanted. It was what the church wanted and what her parents wanted. I told her that she needed to think for herself and not let others make her decisions for her. I guess my answer wasn't exactly what she wanted to hear because she started crying, told me NOT to wait for her, and ran out the door.

We had two more dates that week (even though we both had finals), but we didn't end either date in my apartment. The spark was gone, and I could sense that something was tearing her up inside. I wouldn't find out until much later what that something was. Then, after finals were done, I drove Jill to the airport in Salt Lake City, and she was gone.

It turned out that Jill didn't go on a mission, and she wasn't actually called to go on one. I had no idea about that at the time, but later the next fall, I was sitting on a bench on-campus with another girl when Jill walked up to me to say, "Hi."

I immediately said, "I thought you were going on a Church mission."

"That was just a test. I wanted to know if you would wait for me no matter what, and it's obvious that you didn't. Too bad." Then, Jill turned around and walked away.

No matter how many women I know in my life, I will NEVER understand them. A woman tells you NOT to wait, and then she expects you to wait. Whatever. A man shouldn't have to be responsible for reading a woman's mind (which I believe isn't possible anyway). Of course, Jill's sudden appearance destroyed any chance I had with the girl I was sitting with as well, but I doubt that Jill was worried about that.

Chapter 34 -- Abby

While I was at BYU that first term, I had applied for a summer job at a private camp in southern Utah as the director of their rock climbing program and was hired. The camp was centered around adventure, and provided rich kids a varied experience with high country backpacking and horse trips, rock climbing, white-water kayaking and water-skiing among other things. Every week, we took boys and girls out on the different adventures. Campers were between 8 and 18 years old. They had to be at least 14 to go white-water kayaking or rock climbing.

The camp was not cheap by any means, but it seemed there were plenty of people with enough money to send their children or grandchildren off to camp for the summer. There was a very low camper to staff ratio, and we usually had at least two adult staff members and often three along with no more than ten to twelve campers on our weekly trips.

The camp had a great vibe. Trips would go out on Monday mornings and return on Friday evenings. Weekends were for shuttles to and from the airport in Salt Lake City (for incoming and outgoing campers), laundry and in-camp programs such as informal sports and crafts. While many campers stayed the whole summer, others could only afford two to six weeks at the camp, so there was always a rotation of campers.

Most of the staff had free time on weekends. For me and my climbing assistant, we would often head to a couple of big sandstone boulders behind the camp to practice climbing moves on weekends. Of course, there were always campers who wanted to go to the boulders with us as well, so we would take them along.

Whenever we had girls on a rock climbing trip (which was most weeks), we would have an adult female counselor come along. The counselor who always went with me was named Abby (Abigail). Abby was a little stocky and very strong. There was very little fat on her body other than her breasts. Also, for never having climbed before, she had a lot of innate skill.

For the most part, we took our climbing trips to the Horn area in the Henry mountains, where there were a lot of beautiful granite arêtes (narrow vertical ridges) extending from a central backbone ridge. We had routes rated from 5.0 to 5.10 (which means from extremely easy to extremely difficult). Abby was pretty good at anything up to a 5.7 rating, which included most of the routes we took campers on.

From the first time I met Abby, she was always flirting with me. In-camp romances were discouraged by the camp owners, so things were always toned down when in camp. That didn't mean that she never flirted in camp though. She was always finding an excuse to be alone with me. We spent a lot of time together at the practice boulders, and she would sometimes come to the sheep camp trailer (kind of like a gypsy wagon) that I was living in when in camp. She also kind of attached herself to the climbing program when we went on trips by making sure that at least two or three girls went with us every week.

At first, I avoided getting romantically involved in camp, and it was during the second trip to the Henry Mountains when I finally returned her flirting. When we were at the Horn, we would camp near the forest service cabin at Hancock Springs, high above the Horn. That way, we always had plenty of clean water available. Below the cabin was mostly sagebrush, and above the cabin was a spruce forest. My assistant would sleep down in the sagebrush area below the springs with the campers (we set up a cooking/dining rain fly there, so everybody could gather out of the weather, and we had other rain flies set up for people to sleep under. Overall, it was pretty low-impact camping. At the end of a trip, nobody would be able to tell that we had ever been there.

I chose to sleep up under the spruce trees, above the springs and apart from the campers. The first week, Abby put her sleeping bag down with the campers, but the second week, she decided to sleep in the spruce forest next to my sleeping bag. There was plenty of room under my rain fly, so that was no problem. I quickly realized that she wanted some alone time with me. The campers and my assistant never came up to my sleeping area, so it was private too.

We were laying on our sleeping bags talking when Abby asked, "Am I pretty?"

"Of course," I replied. "Why would you even ask such a thing?"

"Well," she said, "You have never kissed me, so I thought maybe you didn't like the way I looked."

"Ummm..." I muttered. "No. The reason is that I didn't want to get into trouble with the camp owner. You know he has a rule against in-camp romances."

Abby laughed. "This is your first year at this camp, but I went to this camp for six years before I got hired as a counselor this year. Don has that rule to protect the campers from the adult staff, but I have seen lots of romances between staff members when I was a camper."

"Oh," I replied. "So, do you want to have a romance with me?"

"Duh..." she moaned. "Haven't I been obvious enough?"

"Yes," I said. "I suppose you have been flirting a lot, but why? I'm older than you."

"I don't see that as a negative," she stated. "You are probably have a lot more experience than me, and I want to have some experience before this fall, when I start college."

"I see," I replied. "So, you want me to be your teacher?"

"Something like that, I guess. I just don't think a girl should go to university as a virgin," Abby answered.

"OK," I said. "Are you on birth control?"

"Yes," she replied. "I got on the pill during my senior year, but I never had a chance to actually use the protection."

"Wow," I exclaimed. "That is amazing. I would have thought you would have had lots of boys trying to get into your panties."

Again, she laughed and then replied, "My dad is the county sheriff and my parents were strict while I was growing up, so there weren't any boys brave enough to risk it. I hardly had any dates in high school."

"Is there anything I should worry about?" I asked.

Abby laughed again. "No. I'm an adult now, so my parents have backed off."

"OK," I said. "Come over here and kiss me, and we can figure out the rest as we go."

She quickly dragged her pad and sleeping bag even closer to mine and leaned into me for a kiss, which I obliged. Even though she had given me the green light, I still let her take the initiative. I didn't want her to suddenly panic, thinking we were going too fast. I needn't have worried, though. The kiss quickly turned passionate, and even if Abby didn't have a lot of experience, she at least knew the basics of kissing. Her tongue was in my mouth, and I was sucking it and tongue-dancing with it as well.

I pulled her up onto my body, and she let her legs straddle my hips as we kissed. Abby was soon sliding back and forth over my cock, so I decided it was time to let this progress. I pulled her t-shirt up over her head and off. Then, with her help, I unhooked and removed her bra. She pulled me up and pulled my t-shirt off over my head as well. Then, she lay back down, so her nipples were drilling into my chest.

We continued to kiss as my hands massaged and fondled her breasts. She paused and whispered, "This is a first for me. I love it."

I replied, "It only gets better from here." Abby moaned into my kiss as our lips found one another again.

It was apparent that this was going to move quickly as she heated up. She had already unbuttoned her shorts, and she was lowering them and her panties down her legs. When I realized what she was doing, I undid my shorts as well and sent them and my boxers on their way down my legs. It was only minutes before we were both naked, rubbing against each other's bare body.

I didn't want to move too quickly, though, so I rolled us over so I was on top. She obviously thought that I would immediately penetrate her and spread her legs widely, so she was surprised when I slid down her body to take each of her nipples into my mouth in turn, trading back and forth between them. Even though Abby was surprised, she was delighted with the turn of events, and she held her breasts in her hands to press them to my lips. Abby had nice breasts (maybe a D-cup).

When she sounded like she was getting close to an orgasm, I shifted again, this time moving my mouth down to her pussy. "What?" was all Abby got out before I licked her from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris. Then, "Oh my God."

I smiled as I started licking and sucking her labia and clitoris while my fingers went to work at her vaginal entrance. I found her hymen, but it seemed a little stretched out, and I was easily able to slide one finger all the way into her vagina. Abby reacted with a loud moan. I had to pause and tell her, "We need to keep the noise down. Even though we are camped away from the others, they might still be able to hear us if they go up to the springs."

OK," she replied, and I went back to work on her pussy. I'm pretty sure she was stuffing things into her mouth to keep from squealing a few times as I ate her. Once she orgasmed the first time, I backed off a little before resuming my ministrations again, and she orgasmed several more times as I continued.

When Abby finally put her hand over her pussy, saying, "Too sensitive," I kissed her hand and then slid up over her to kiss her on the mouth again. Once again, she was surprised and asked, "Is that my juices I am tasting?"

"Yes," I answered. "Your pussy tastes very sweet."

"Wow," she replied and Abby smiled.

As I kissed her again, I slid my cock along through her vulva until it was finally seated into her vaginal entrance. I pressed my cock into her, and she gasped at the sensation but didn't grimace. "I thought this would hurt more," she said.

"Have you ever put anything into your vagina?" I asked.

"I use tampons," she replied.

"Well,' I said, "It looks like they stretched you enough to help make your first time less painful."

"Oh," she replied, as I started stroking in and out of her depths. At first, only about half of my cock was buried in Abby's vagina, but every stroke took me deeper until I was pressed firmly against her cervix with every thrust. Her hips were motionless at first, so I told her to rock them against me as I thrust into her.

When Abby realized what I was saying, her hips starting to roll and thrust back against every stroke I made. Pretty soon, our pubic mounds were slapping against each other and her pussy was producing a lot of lubrication, creating the loud, squishy sounds of sex. Again, she had to stuff the corner of her sleeping bag into her mouth to keep the noise level down.

I'm not sure how long we went, but it was a while, and we were both feeling tired when Abby finally locked up, her body going into orgasmic convulsions. I couldn't resist any longer, and my balls pumped my seed deep into her womb as I pressed my cock firmly against her cervix. Then, I collapsed to the side and closed my eyes.

"Was that the experience you wanted?" I asked.

"Oh my God," she replied. "That was so much better than anything I ever imagined. I want to do this all summer long with you."

I smiled, closed my eyes again, and softly said, "I'm sure that can be arranged." I woke a while later to Abby sliding her pussy down over my cock again. It felt great, but I knew that we couldn't fuck multiple times every night and still run a rock-climbing program every day. I told her, "This is the last time tonight. We have to save some energy for climbing." She smiled down at me and continued thrusting her pussy down onto my cock.

After fucking in that position for a while, I once again rolled her onto her back and really started driving into her pussy. The sounds of wet sex were loud, but not so loud as to draw any attention. Abby reached orgasm before me, but I continued driving into her until I was able to pump all of my seed through her cervix and deep into her womb.

I once again collapsed, but this time I let my cock stay deep in her pussy. I told her that from then on, we would limit ourselves to two couplings a night. Otherwise, we would wear ourselves out. She respected that, and we only made love once or twice a night from then on.

We had ten weeks of adventure trips that summer, and Abby and I were together on nine of them. In addition, Abby also started spending every evening in my sheep camp when we were back in camp, but she had to go back to her own bed (in the girl's cabin) to sleep each night (since that was her job). Nobody ever said anything to either of us about our relationship, so I guess she was right about the rules and the owner's attitude.

By the end of the summer, Abby had a lot of sexual experience, so I'm sure that she had a great time in college out in California. After the last week, I took Abby to the airport in Salt Lake City for her flight back to California (where she lived), and we kissed one last time on the sidewalk before she entered the terminal. Neither of us went back to the camp the next summer, so I never saw her again. I have often wondered how her life turned out.

Then, I headed back to my apartment in Provo and BYU.

Chapter 35 -- Ginger

There was a huge plate of home-made chocolate chip cookies on my doorstep when I arrived back at my apartment in Provo. I laughed when I read the note, which said, "Welcome back Brother. Don't forget that we have FHE (family home evening) tonight. Love, Your Sisters." I knew that the plate of cookies wasn't just for me. They had left it with me to bring to the Monday night meeting. They knew that if they left the plate of cookies in the house, then all of the cookies would be gone before the "family" got there.

I got unpacked, and went to the house at 6 PM for the meeting, carrying the plate of cookies with me. "Hi Pete," my 'sisters' squealed when I entered through the front door. It was funny because there were several new faces (who obviously had never met me before) around the room, but everybody seemed to know me.

The normal flirting started immediately, not just with me, but with all of the guys when they got there. It was just harmless fun, though, unless somebody ignored the unwritten rule of not dating members of the family. Unfortunately, not everybody was paying attention to that rule. 'Brother' John and 'sister' Sue were getting pretty serious, even that first night back to school. I caught them kissing twice. It reminded me of the short time I had spent with Carmen.

I pulled John aside and reminded him about the rule, but he just blew me off. "MYOB" (mind your own business) was all he had to say as he walked away from me. No problem. He was obviously the kind of guy who would have to learn the hard lessons himself.

A little over a month into the fall term, there was a stir in the family. Sue was pregnant, John had married her, and they had moved into married housing on the other side of campus. Sue had gone to John's room when his roommate was gone for the weekend, and he had seduced her, taking her virginity and impregnating her. When she started getting sick, she went to John, who tried to ignore her.

Sue then went to the Bishop and confessed what she and John had done. The Bishop called John into his office and gave him two options: John could ignore the situation, whereas the Bishop would report him to the school administration (Standards Office) and he would be expelled and excommunicated, or John could marry Sue, and they could live together while John continued his schooling. Either way, Sue was dropping out of classes. BYU didn't like girls throwing up in their lecture halls because of morning sickness.

John decided to marry Sue. They went to the Provo City Hall and applied for a marriage license. Then, they had the Bishop marry them. There was no pomp and circumstance. The only ones in attendance were the Bishop and his wife, John and Sue and the BYU 'family' mother and father as witnesses. The Bishop took care of filing the paperwork with the city after the marriage. I thought the real reason why the Bishop had the 'parents' attend was to show them what happened if they didn't keep a close watch over their 'family' in the future. It never happened again in that BYU 'family' while I was there at the university.

John and Sue moved out of their apartments and were lucky enough to find a vacancy in the married housing on campus. Sue dropped out of school (which really pissed off her parents) and found a job at the local K-Mart. John continued on at BYU until the end of the school year, but then he also had drop out of school to find a real job to support his wife and upcoming baby. We lost track of them after that.

In any event, the whole catastrophe re-emphasized the importance of NOT dating 'family' members to me. Yes, I know the same thing could happen with a girl who was not in the family, but when it happened in the family, it hit really close to home (if that makes any sense), and was under the ever-vigilant watch of BYU Standards and the Mormon Church.

Going back to that evening with the family, I have to say that I was really tempted by one of the new girls in attendance that first week back. Her name was Ginger, she was a redhead with bright green eyes. She was petite, maybe 5-feet tall and maybe ninety pounds soaking wet. I was really attracted to her, and she was flirting with me like crazy.

At first, I thought she was just one of the new girls in the family and therefore off-limits, but fortunately, it turned out that she was just sleeping over with a friend until her dorm room was ready the next day. To me, that meant that Ginger was fair game for dating. When I found that out, I asked her for her contact information (dorm and room number) and asked her on a date for Friday evening. She accepted, and we talked the rest of the evening. When it was time for refreshments, everybody was happy that I had brought cookies for refreshments (joke).

When Friday rolled around, I showed up at Ginger's dorm at precisely 6 PM. She wasn't waiting in the lobby when I got there, but she walked in before I had to talk with anybody about her. PDA (public displays of affection) was frowned on at BYU, but she reached up to kiss me on the cheek as soon as we left the dorm.

She also took my hand to claim ownership. Girls were very territorial at BYU. While on paper, there were about the same numbers of guys and girls attending the university, what the statistics didn't show was that well over half of the guys were already married or engaged, while very few girls were attached. That, effectively, made the available girl to available guy ratio about 3 to 1. It was a happy hunting ground for guys, but the competition was fierce between girls for the available guys. Any way they could show their territorial claim to a guy, they would.

Again, I took Ginger to the Brick Oven for pizza. We had a great time talking and eating for about three hours. I have no idea where she put it, but Ginger actually ate more of the pizza than I did. When we were done, the pizza was completely gone. We had a great conversation at the restaurant.

I learned a lot about Ginger that evening. Like Carmen, she had been a recent convert to the Mormon Church, and she was still confused by a lot of its teachings. That put her at a disadvantage to a lot of girls who had grown up in the Church, girls who were totally familiar with its teachings. One requirement at BYU was that students had to take at least one religion class for each year of attendance. She and I both struggled with that.

Ginger was from Connecticut, was the only child in her family. Her parents were both professionals. Her father was a lawyer, and her mother was a doctor. She had grown up in affluence, but was often cared for by servants while growing up rather than her parents, who were always away at work. She was shy (even though she seemed like she was very outgoing with me).

She said that when she first saw me, she just had to get to know me, so she overcame her shyness. Ginger had seldom dated in high school, had never had a boyfriend, and was often awkward around boys. For some reason, though, she felt very comfortable with me.

After dinner, I asked Ginger if she would like to come with me to my apartment. She said that the girls in the house next door to my apartment had said that I had an apartment to myself. She asked, "Will I be safe alone with you in your apartment?"

I smiled and replied, "Only if you want to be."

Ginger smiled back and said, "Then let's go to your apartment."

When we got to the apartment, I parked just down the street, and we walked to the apartment. She asked, "Why don't you park in front of the garage?"

I told her, "If my car is in the driveway in front of my apartment, I am sure to get unexpected visitors, since people know I am home. I would prefer not to have visitors while we are there together." That made sense to her.

I led Ginger up the stairs to my apartment, unlocked the door, and asked her to remove her shoes just inside the door. She then looked around the apartment. "This is really nice," she said. "How did you find such a great apartment?"

"I was lucky," I replied. "I came in right before New Year and the previous tenant (a married couple) had just graduated and moved out. That left an empty apartment. The landlord was hesitant to rent it to me, since he was looking for another married couple to rent it, but I came along with the cash, and he decided to let me have it. When I left for the summer in June, he said that I had left the apartment in better condition than any previous tenant had, so if I wanted to come back, I was welcome to do so.

"And here I am," I said.

"Nice," she replied. "I would love to live in a place like this."

"Well," I answered, "The only way that a girl is allowed to live here long-term is if we are married, and I'm not quite ready for that yet."

"Hmmm..." she sighed. "Maybe I can change your mind."

"Maybe," I answered. "But for now, I would rather just get to know you better."

Ginger looked around the apartment again. "There aren't any chairs or couches. Where do you sit?"

I smiled. "On the bed."

She looked at my queen-sized bed and said, "OK," and then said, "This bed is very comfortable. Come snuggle up next to me." Never one to pass up an opportunity, I did just that.

When I scooted over to her, instead of sitting next to her, I lay my head on her lap and closed my eyes. Her hands automatically came up to rub my shoulders, neck and scalp. When she realized what she was doing, she asked, "Is this OK?"

"More than OK," I replied. "It is wonderful."

As she continued massaging my head, neck and shoulders, my face was right next to the hem of her skirt and her bare legs. I was happy to see that she didn't wear pantyhose. That was becoming way too common in the US at that time, and pantyhose made things much more difficult for guys (in fact, I had a rule that I wouldn't even date a girl, if she wore pantyhose because it just wasn't worth it). I placed my hand on her thigh and started massaging her as well. She moaned and leaned down to kiss my head.

I turned a my head little and kissed her on the lips. She wasn't expecting that, but she returned my kiss. Her kiss was tentative, though, as if she had no idea what she was doing. It soon became apparent that she didn't know anything about kissing or anything else sexual. I loved BYU for this. There were so many totally innocent girls running around, and most of them were desperate to find a mate and willing to do most anything to do so. They were easy to teach and easy to please... as long as they thought you were theirs alone.

"Mmmm..." she moaned into my mouth as I continued to kiss her. "Wonderful," she muttered as I broke the first kiss.

"You liked that?" I asked.

"Oh yes," she replied. "I love this." With that, I got up on my knees, so I could lean in to kiss her again, even more passionately this time. She was now flat on her back. I was kneeling next to her, so my weight didn't crush her, and I was leaning across to kiss her passionately and caress her body... and caress it I did. Her body was squirming, not trying to avoid my touches in any way, but seemingly to increase the pleasure she was feeling.

Ginger was wearing a short pleated dress, and after I had caressed her breasts through her dress and bra, I reached around behind her to unzip her dress and unhook her bra. Then, as I continued to kiss her and caress her body, I slowly slid them down her body until the bra was off and her dress was below her knees.

I'm not sure when, exactly, she realized that she was down to just her panties, but even when she did, there were no sudden movements to cover herself. Her hands were behind my head and on my back, and her movements were to pull me closer rather than push me away.

I broke the kiss once more, and then I was kissing her earlobes and down her neck to her breasts. The whole time, she was moaning and pulling me in toward her skin. When I reached her nipples, I sucked one into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue. I could tell that she was near to climax already as I traded between her nipples, giving each its fair share of suckling. It was only minutes before Ginger started shuddering in pleasure, her body seemingly coming unglued around her mind.

My hands had been busy, as well, and her panties and my clothes were now gone, clearing the field completely. When her orgasm started in earnest, I slid down to kiss and suck her pussy. "OH my God. I'm sure we shouldn't be doing this, but please don't stop," she squealed.

As orgasms flowed into more orgasms for her, Ginger lost all sense of reality. Her body was rocking against me as I sucked her clit and labia. My finger had slid in through the small hole in her hymen and had found her G-spot within. Everything I was doing was to bring her even more pleasure. When I thought she could go no higher, I slid up over her until my cockhead found her vaginal entrance. I let it slide around for a few moments, and then, kissing her passionately, I slowly slid my cock through her hymen and into her vagina.

Her eyes jerked open when my cock fully pierced her hymen, but then closed again as Ginger continued to orgasm. Pretty soon, my whole cock had been swallowed up by her tiny pussy, and the tip of my cock was firmly pressed against her cervix.

I kissed her again, and then I asked her when her last period had ended. "Wednesday," she answered. "It ended on Wednesday." Years later, Southwest Airlines would adopt the slogan, "You are now free to move around the country." It felt to me like Ginger was saying, "You are now free to move around in my pussy."

Ginger's pussy was unbelievably tight. I know that she had just lost her virginity, but not all pussies are that tight, even when they have just been freshly opened. I knew that I wouldn't last long with her vagina squeezing my cock as hard as it was, but I just decided to fuck her as long and as hard as I could. Her vagina was producing large amounts of lubrication for my cock to slide through, so why not?

That was what I did. I lasted a lot longer than I thought I would in such a tight pussy, and when I finally came, I pressed the tip of my cock firmly against her cervix as I released load after load of my seed deep into her womb. My cock shooting my semen into her seemed to push her over the edge again, and then her vaginal muscles were milking my cock dry. "Oh my God," Ginger repeated several times. "So good."

When we came down from our climaxes, she hugged me and kissed my face. "When do you want me to move in?"

"What?" I replied. "Are you anxious to get thrown out of BYU?"

"Oh," she said. "I hadn't thought about that. "Maybe we should get married first."

I laughed. Don't you think we should know each other well enough to fall in love first before we start thinking about marriage?"

"But you came inside of me, so now I will get pregnant," Ginger said.

"That was why I asked when your last period ended," I replied. When you said it ended on Wednesday, I knew that you can't possibly be fertile right now. That was why I was able to cum in your pussy without fear. I wouldn't want to make you pregnant unless we are already married, and there is way too much risk otherwise."

"Oh," Ginger sighed. "So, I'm not going to get pregnant?"

"Who knows what will happen in the future," I said, "But there is very little chance that you will get pregnant from our coupling tonight."

"I'm not sure if that makes me happy or sad," Ginger replied. "I want to continue my education, but I also want to become a wife and mother."

We can probably do this as much as we want this weekend, but if we do this more after this week, then we will have to use some sort of birth control or we will get pregnant," I said. "If I take you to Planned Parenthood, will you start taking birth-control pills every day?"

"OK," she replied. "If that is what you want, then that is what I will do. When will we go?"

I will take you there tomorrow morning, and I will pay for your prescription, if necessary," I said.

"OK," Ginger sighed.

"Now," I asked, "Do you want to do that some more?"

Her eyes got wide. "You can do that more than once in a night?"

"Of course," I replied. "Twice would be common, but four or more times is possible."

"How many girls have you been with?" Ginger asked.

"Enough to know what my body can do and enough to know what pleasures a woman," I said. "Is there a problem with that?"

Ginger thought for a moment and then replied, "No. I suppose it is better that you have some experience. You certainly made me feel extremely good my first time. I had always heard that first times were horribly painful, but there was only a little pinch, and then even that was gone. I had no idea that making love would feel so good. "

I responded, "I'm glad I was able to make it so good for you. It will likely only get better from here." I kissed her deeply, and she enthusiastically returned my kiss. This little girl was eager to please, and I was her object of affection. As with almost every girl I had ever been with, I hoped that it would last, but doubted that it would.

My cock had slid out of her pussy during our conversation, so we had to start back at the beginning and go from there. After we kissed a while and I caressed her earlobes and neck, and then I concentrated on her breasts... not just on the nipples, but on the areolas and the surrounding soft tit-flesh. By the time I was done with Ginger's breasts, they had hickeys everywhere under her nipples. I purposely didn't suck too hard on her breasts above the nipples, as that would have been more difficult for her to hide from other girls in her dorm.

Once Ginger was again moaning in pleasure, I moved my lips once again to her pussy. I licked and sucked her labia and clitoris and used two fingers to probe her vagina. Even with my fingers inside her vagina, she was tight, but she seemed to enjoy what I was doing as I sucked and licked her clitoris and labia while my fingers stroked the bumpy bit of tissue on the top side of her vagina just inside of her vaginal entrance.

I eventually stopped my manual and oral ministrations and got between her legs, which she was spreading to give me better access. I told Ginger, "Put my cock into your vaginal entrance and push your pussy down onto me." Ginger hesitated, but only for a moment. Then, her hand found my cock and directed it into her depths.

I let her take the initiative, so Ginger would also take part of the responsibility for making love to me. I reasoned that a girl who took responsibility for participating in sex was much less likely to suddenly blame the guy for seducing her (or worse yet... accuse him of rape).

Ginger pushed her vaginal entrance against me as my cock slid once more into her wet vagina, and we were soon thrusting and withdrawing in ever-increasing power and tempo. The room was filled with the sounds and scents of wet sex, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before we both climaxed hard. I was soon shooting spurt after spurt of my seed through her cervix and deep into her womb as her vaginal walls rippled around my cock and milked it of all of its treasure.

We finally collapsed, but when we had recovered a bit, Ginger asked, "That was beautiful. Is sex always like that?"

"Only when it is really good," I replied. "Only when it is really good. You are very special, which was why it was so good." Ginger smiled and closed her eyes, my cock still buried deep inside of her pussy. When I rolled to the side, she rolled with me to keep that contact. I loved that. Both of us fell asleep with my cock still buried deep inside of her pussy.

It was the early morning hours when we once again woke. Ginger said that she couldn't go back to her dorm so late and asked me to take her back to her dorm in the morning. I told her I would do that, but we would have to be careful not to be seen together around my apartment, especially since she knew one of the girls in the house next door. I didn't want a bunch of gossip.

In the morning, we got into the shower (and made love there again as well as washing each other clean). She really liked it when I leaned her against the shower wall and entered her pussy from behind. Then, when we were clean, dry and dressed, I took Ginger first to IHOP for a late breakfast, second to the Planned Parenthood office (which was luckily open on Saturday) for birth control pills, and then third back to her dorm so she could study.

I would have liked it better if Ginger had stayed until Sunday morning, but she said she had homework that she needed to get done. I kissed her deeply before she got out of my car, and I asked her when we would see each other again. We compared schedules and discovered that we were both free on Tuesday afternoon. Ginger said she would meet me at my apartment after her last class, if I would feed her lunch. "That's a deal," I replied.

Just before lunch on Tuesday, Ginger was knocking on my door. I let her in, and we were once again kissing. I told her that we had sandwiches, chips and drinks for lunch. She asked, "OH. Where do we eat?"

I answered, I normally just stand here by the counter when I eat in. Either that, or I just sit on the bed and use the nightstands to set things on."

"I vote for the bed," she replied. "Unless you want to try something besides eating in the kitchen."

I laughed. "While that sounds interesting, maybe we should start out on the bed. It is much more comfortable."

"OK," Ginger replied. "I'm sure we can find something to do on the bed. I have been missing the feeling of having your cock inside of me so much. I had no idea that it would feel so good or that I would want it again so much."

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

"Famished," she replied, "But I would wait if you wanted to make love before lunch."

"Well," I said. "I just made a couple of Reuben sandwiches for us, and they are much better when they are still hot."

Ginger stuck out her lower lip to pout, but then said, "OK. Let's eat first, but then I want you to make love to me."

"Deal," I replied. I'm not sure what lunch tasted like because we ate it so fast, and then I was quickly pulling off her clothes as she removed mine.

When we were both naked, Ginger lay back on the side of my bed and pulled me to her. I settled on top of her and she reached down between us to line up my cock with her vaginal entrance. "We can have foreplay later," she said. Right now, I want your cock deep inside of me."

"OK," I said. With that, I thrust my cock deep into her, burying the entire length of my cock in her vagina in one stroke. Ginger gasped, sucking the air from the room, and I immediately started thrusting into her, picking up speed and power quickly. Ginger responded by thrusting her hips back at me, meeting every one of my strokes with her own. "God, it feels so good inside of you," I moaned.

"I missed this feeling so much," she replied. "I have been dreaming of this moment." Ginger's body was matching my every move, and producing a large volume of natural lubricant to ease the way. My cock was pounding into her pussy, sloshing loudly and filling the room with the scent of lovemaking. It wasn't long before Ginger started to orgasm, and then this repeated over and over again. I could barely resist the urge to cum for a long time, but I finally succumbed to the overwhelming sensations and pumped load after load of my seed deep into her womb.

After we both recovered from our orgasms, we lay on the bed and discussed our situation. Both of us wanted to continue our education, and we knew that if we got married, that likely wouldn't be possible. Therefore, we decided to put marriage on the back burner and keep our relationship sexual rather than romantic. Of course, it wasn't possible for us to keep all romance out of the equation. Women are built mentally and emotionally to equate sex with love, whereas men tend to separate the two things. For that reason, a woman will always be jealous and possessive of her partner.

A few weeks into our relationship, we were sitting on a bench on-campus eating our lunches when jealousy raised its ugly head. Jill came walking up and confronted me about not waiting for her. Ginger was shocked, and immediately wanted to know everything about Jill and my past. I had always been reticent about discussing my sexual history with any woman, learning early on that once that can of worms was opened, it would be impossible to put the worms back.

In any event, when we had to part ways to get to our classes, nothing had been resolved, so when we got together on Friday evening, Ginger started right back in on her game of twenty questions. Since I had the time to think about it in the intervening time, I had decided to give her an abbreviated version and then ask her to drop it, which was exactly what I did. Unfortunately, Ginger couldn't drop it.

She left my apartment after I refused to go on with the interrogation. From my perspective, if this relationship was going to go south, it would be better to cut my losses immediately rather than continuing a bad thing. I resolved that, if she wanted to continue our relationship without continually bringing up the past, then we could see where our relationship might lead. However, if she refused to back off with the jealousy, then I would back away from the relationship.

I have to give Ginger credit. She came back to my apartment the next morning and promised to try to bury the past. We made love, and it seemed like everything would be OK. We stayed together as a couple for a few more weeks, but eventually, she just couldn't keep her jealousy in-check, and started the interrogation again. I tried to remind her of our agreement, but she wasn't listening anymore. We broke up. Amazingly, after she got over the initial breakup, we remained friends and hugged every time we saw each other on-campus.