Chasing Paradise Ch. 36 - 40

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 36 -- Betty

Even though I carried a fairly heavy class load, I still had time for some fun classes. Unfortunately, classes are set up for students to take general education courses throughout their college career. When a student takes most of their general education courses during their first two years, as I had, it messes up the university's intended schedule. Most universities want students to take classes in a certain order, with prerequisites preceding other classes, and having all of your general education courses done first makes it hard to fit the remaining classes you need (major and minor) in any order at all.

This resulted in not always being able to get classes in my two majors when I wanted to take them. I bounced up against that problem frequently at BYU, and it required some creative scheduling to complete all of my classes for graduation. It also meant that I needed to take classes during the summer sessions.

However, it also left gaps in the schedule, which I could fill with classes I found interesting. That was how I ended up taking a woodworking class. This wasn't where you would expect to find girls, and indeed, most students were boys. However, there were three girls in the class. Two of them were wearing frilly dresses, so I figured they were just looking for boys (not a bad thing, but I didn't expect them to stay for long). The third girl was wearing a shop coat, so I guessed that she was serious.

I talked with the two girls in dresses that first class and got their contact information for future dates. Sure enough, neither of them came back for the second class. The third girl, however, was there for the next class and appeared to know what she was doing.

It was a few weeks into the term before I introduced myself to the girl in the shop coat, "Hi. I'm Pete."

"Hi Pete. My name is Betty." I talked with Betty and found out that she was from Nevada. Even more interesting, she wasn't a Mormon and had come to BYU because of her major (she wanted to become a shop teacher), so we had something in common. I had loved woodworking in high school, and had become pretty good with building things with wood. I decided to build a hope chest (with a drawer, since that was a class requirement) for my little sister in this class.

At the end of the class, I asked Betty out for a date. She was a freshman, so like most freshmen, she was living in the dorms. I picked her up at her dorm on Friday evening and took her for pizza (yes, this was my go-to date, but girls liked the Brick Oven and it was a good place to talk). We talked during dinner, and we got to know each other pretty well. After we finished our dinner, I asked her if she would like to come with me back to my apartment. She said, "Yes," and off we went.

At my apartment, I let Betty in first and asked her to remove her shoes just inside of the door. She thought it was cool that I had the apartment to myself. In her dorm, four girls were crammed into a space smaller than I had with very little privacy. After looking around, though, she asked where we could sit. I told her all I had was the bed. She laughed. "Hmmm... Are you trying to lure me onto your bed?"

"Only if you want to sit," I replied.

Betty looked at the bed again, and then sat on the edge. I went around her and sat with my back against the pillows. She shook her head and then scooted over to sit next to me. I turned to her. "You are very cute, you know."

"I'm not cute," she replied.

"I think you are," I said. "If I didn't think you were cute, then I wouldn't have been attracted to you and I wouldn't have asked you out."

She thought about that and replied, "I suppose that is true, but maybe you need to see somebody about glasses."

I laughed. "If you only knew. My eyes are not only OK, but I can see better than most people." I can read at thirty feet what most can only read at twenty feet, and I can see in the dark."

"You can see in the dark?" she asked. "Prove it."

"OK," I said and turned out the light. When I returned to the bed, I immediately reached out in the dark and touched and fondled her right nipple. Betty never saw me coming as my hand went directly to her nipple, and she jumped a little but didn't try to move away. Then, I leaned down to kiss her. There was no bumping of noses because I could see her.

"Do you believe me now?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," she replied. "Maybe I will in a little while."

"Sure," I said and leaned in to kiss her again. This time, I used my tongue to enter her mouth, and she sucked at my tongue. She had obviously been kissed before. The kiss lasted for minutes, and my hands continued to caress her breasts.

When I broke the kiss she said, "I think I can see where this is going even not being able to see in the dark."

"Do you mind?" I asked.

"No," she replied. "I don't think I do mind."

I leaned in to kiss Betty again and let my hand wander under her top. She was wearing a bra to hold in her large breasts, so I reached around behind her to release the hooks. Her bra hung loose, and my hand quickly found her bare breast.

"Mmmm..." she moaned. "I had a boyfriend in high school, but all he wanted from me was a blow job. He never touched my breasts."

"Wow," I replied. "He was crazy. You have beautiful breasts."

"You can see them?" she asked.

I lifted her top along with her bra and landed my lips right on her nipple, sucking it into my mouth. "Does that answer your question?"

"OK," she replied. "I believe that you can see in the dark. I don't know how it is possible, but I believe you."

I continued to suckle her nipples, switching back and forth between them as Betty moaned beneath me. She was now lying flat on her back. I pushed her top and bra up and over her head, and she didn't resist at all. "Please don't stop," she begged. "I love this."

I paused for a moment and said, "Don't worry. I won't stop until you tell me to stop." Then, I went back to suckling her nipples. Her hands were running through my hair as I suckled her nipples and caressed her breasts. Betty was breathing really heavy as she enjoyed the action. I let my hands wander south to the hem of her skirt and then up her legs to her panties.

Instead of removing her skirt, I just rubbed her pussy through her panties and then pulled her panties slowly down her legs as I continued to stimulate her clitoris and labia. From her movements (arching her back to get closer to my hand), it appeared that she didn't even notice her panties leaving her body. Once off her feet, I let them fall to the floor.

Betty was making a lot of noise, moaning and squealing from my ministrations. I could tell she was getting close, so I slid down her body and licked her vulva from her vaginal opening to her clitoris. She just about came unglued. Her skirt was up around her waist and she was bare above and below it. She was now almost screaming in pleasure as I kissed and sucked her labia and clitoris. I knew that it wouldn't be long before she was climaxing uncontrollably.

Moments later, her body began to shake. I hadn't even tried to finger her yet, but I could smell and taste the sweet/sour juices flowing out of her pussy. I continued eating her as she started to orgasm. When her first orgasm subsided, I paused for a moment and then started kissing and sucking her vulva again. Her second orgasm was even more powerful, and Betty was screaming, "Don't stop. Don't stop."

I kept it up until she started coming down after her second orgasm. I slid my pants and boxers off, and then slid up over her to kiss her lips. Her legs naturally created a saddle for me to lay in as we kissed. "That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt," she moaned. She could feel the tip of my cock resting at her vaginal entrance, but I hadn't tried to press it forward. She wiggled her bottom a little, causing my cockhead to settle into her vaginal entrance and asked, "Is this what you want?"

I replied, "Yes."

Betty pressed against me, causing my cock to enter her vaginal entrance. "Oh," she cried out as the tip of my cock slid about an inch into her. "Wait for a minute. That hurts."

I paused, then pulled back and thrust forward again, this time penetrating deep into her pussy. Again, Betty cried out in pain. The first time, it was just my cock pressing against her hymen that caused her pain. The second time, my cock tore through her hymen, removing her virginity forever and diving deep into her vagina.

"Oh wow," she whimpered. "That hurt."

"It will be OK," I replied. "The worst is over." I paused and let her get used to my cock filling her pussy.

When Betty gave a test squeeze of my cock, I knew it was OK to move again. I slowly slid out of her vagina, only leaving the tip inside of her, and then I slowly slid all the way back into her until my cock was pressed tight against her cervix. I did this several times until I could feel her body responding to my cock sliding in and out of her depths. Then, I started to speed up.

I asked, "Are you OK?"

"Yes. This feels so good now," Betty moaned. I took that as permission to speed up even more. Betty's hips were rocking under me as I repeatedly thrust into her pussy. Her large breasts were rocking back and forth as my strokes rocked her entire body.

I leaned down and kissed Betty as we fucked. Even during the kiss, I could still hear the groans, squeaks and squeals coming from her mouth as my cock continued to pummel her pussy. Over time, I found that every woman's pussy was unique, and Betty was no exception. While some pussies remained excruciatingly tight the first several times a woman is fucked, Betty's pussy seemed to get loose almost immediately as we had sex that first time.

The girth of my cock was pretty large, which should have made for a tight fit in a virgin pussy, but even I felt that her soft pussy wasn't gripping my cock very well after the initial few strokes. I could only imagine what it would have been like for some guy following me in her vagina. I'm sure they would have felt totally lost in her pussy. Needless to say, it wasn't the most memorable fuck of my life with her vaginal walls applying almost no pressure on my cock. Nevertheless, Betty said she thought it was the best thing she had ever felt.

When I felt her starting to climax, I sped up the tempo to try to end my own journey quickly, but that didn't work because of the lack of sensation in my cock. However, I just continued on, finally pumping load after load of my seed deep into her womb. She was still shuddering in orgasm when I finally stopped moving. I rolled off of her, and lay there next to her thinking. I had hoped that Betty might be somebody that I might be with for a while, but sex with her just didn't have that feeling I had come to expect.

I asked Betty when her last period had ended, and she told me almost three weeks before. At least I wouldn't have to worry about her getting pregnant. We showered together and then I took her back to her dorm. I decided not to ask her out again. She was a nice girl, but she wasn't a good fit for me (in so many ways).

I also dated the other two girls that had come into the class the first day, but nothing really came from either date. When they realized that I wasn't a Mormon, it was as if I had grown horns and they quickly lost interest. Of course, they weren't the only girls that happened with at BYU. I found that girls either accepted me for who I was or they didn't. Either way, I was fine with it. There were plenty of available girls at BYU, so having some that weren't interested didn't hurt my feelings at all.

Chapter 37 -- Darlene

After I broke it off with Betty (and I had a series of uneventful dead end dates), I was once again looking for female companionship. It wasn't as if there weren't any opportunities. With single girls outnumbering single guys by 3 to 1, there were lots of girls that would consider any guy she met at BYU as a catch. You have to remember that, because BYU was a Mormon university, and since missionary service was so highly valued for guys, most of the Mormon girls were looking for a returned missionary to marry. Unfortunately for the girls, most returned missionaries already had a girl waiting for them when they returned from their missions. This meant that available single returned missionaries were a very rare commodity at BYU.

The scarcity of available returned missionaries meant that most girls were forced to lower their sights very quickly. What that meant for a lowly Catholic guy like me (who most of these girls wouldn't even consider in their home towns) was I suddenly became a possible relationship in their minds. Of course, many of the girls I dated saw me as a project, with their main goal being that I would convert to the Mormon religion before we married. Simply being at BYU, they assumed that I was favorably inclined toward the Mormon religion. They were wrong.

Most dates ended in disappointment for both of us, me not submitting to a visit from the Church missionaries (even though I was constantly being referred to the missionaries by girls), and her not wanting to go further than a kiss and maybe some under clothes touching. There were, however, girls who were willing to go a lot further than a kiss and a feel in attaining their goals.

Yes, most (if not all) of the girls I dated at BYU thought that sex before marriage was a horrible sin. However, some were willing to commit that sin and then repent, if it could result in marriage later and me being converted to the church. For most Mormon girls at BYU, they had so much faith in the rightness of their beliefs that it never occurred to them that others might disagree. The funny thing was that many of these girls didn't know their religion nearly as well as they thought they did.

Darlene was one of the girls at BYU who was willing to take a risk with me, thinking that she could just repent later. We met in a biology class (one of my last general education requirement classes), and we immediately struck up a conversation. It was soon apparent that she was struggling with the class material, so I offered to study together. That was exactly what she was hoping for, and we agreed to meet at my apartment in the evening of every day we had biology class (which was twice a week).

The first time Darlene came to my apartment, she was surprised to see that I lived alone, and she was even more surprised to see that the bed was the only place to sit in the apartment. However, she soon overcame her reticence, and we were sitting on the bed with our backs against the pillows studying together. Darlene was struggling understanding the material, so I carefully explained each concept and subject to her as we went through the book and study sheets (it helped me too since, even though I wasn't struggling, my mind retains information better when it is repeated).

Darlene was delighted whenever she understood some new point, and showed her gratitude by kissing my cheek. After a while, I started turning my head, so her kisses were landing on my lips. This startled her at first, but then she got used to kissing me on the lips and started enjoying it.

When we were wrapping it up for the evening, I decided to take a risk and pulled her toward me while we were kissing. This deepened the kiss significantly, and I was able to introduce her mouth to my tongue when she opened it to say something. Her words never formed, however, and Darlene was soon lost in the kiss and actively participating. It was obvious that she was finding it pleasurable.

I have no idea what was going through her head, but she didn't resist at all when my hands found her breasts under her top. Darlene was from southern California, and she seldom wore a bra. Therefore, when my hands slipped under her top, they were met by her bare breasts, waiting to be fondled. Darlene moaned into our kiss, and became even more passionate as we progressed. She was quickly losing all of her inhibitions, just loving the pleasurable sensations I was giving her.

I pushed her top up until I was able to slide her arms out of the sleeves, and then as I lowered my mouth to her nipples, I lifted her top from her head. If Darlene was going to protest, this would have been the time, but she didn't. Instead, she simply pulled my head toward her breasts and moaned loudly in pleasure.

Being from southern California, I was fairly sure that she had fooled around with boys before. I had met a lot of girls from southern California, and very few of them were still virgins much past their fifteenth birthday, so I wasn't expecting anything different from Darlene. She was certainly loving the feeling of me suckling on her nipples and caressing her breasts.

When I unhooked and unzipped the side of her skirt, however, I started getting negative signals. Her hand went down to hold up her skirt at first, but I was patient. I had experienced girls who were hesitant at first, only to become willing partners after their skirts and panties had been lowered, so that was what I was still somewhat expecting. While there were a lot of innocent virginal girls at BYU, I found my share of non-virgins as well. It was truly like a box of chocolates. You never knew what you were going to get until you opened the package.

When Darlene prevented me from lowering her skirt, I just moved my hand to the bottom of her skirt and let it trail up her inner thighs to her panties. At that point, she didn't know what to do. She couldn't hold her skirt and protect her panties at the same time. Added to that, I was still vigorously suckling her nipples, drawing out numerous moans and sighs of pleasure from her, and one might say that poor Darlene was somewhat distracted.

To say that she simply gave up would be a misstatement, but she no longer struggled against me. Instead, her hands went back to my head, nudging me to trade back and forth between her nipples. The result was that her skirt and panties made a slow trip down her legs and off her feet.

The playing field was now completely open, but there was still a barrier to progressing further. I needed to shed my own clothes without triggering her to resist me again. I decided to leave my shirt on, and I just slid my pants and boxers down my legs and off as I continued to suckle her nipples and fondle her body. I'm not sure when she finally realized that I was naked except for my shirt, but it was very late in the process.

My fingers found her vulva, and I was rubbing her labia and clitoris, causing her to produce abundant natural lubrication. It wasn't until I tried to slide my finger into her vagina that I realized that Darlene was still a virgin. At first, I felt no barrier, but when I tried to slide into her depths, I came up against her hymen almost an inch inside her vaginal entrance. Suffice it to say I was surprised. However, I knew better than to say anything, because anything I might say would likely break the spell and end our exploration.

Instead, I worked Darlene with my fingers, alternating between her clit and her vagina, until she was moaning in pleasure. Then, I abandoned her nipples and slid down her until my lips found her clitoris and sucked it in. Her whole body convulsed as I sucked her clitoris into my lips. At that point, I decided to try my luck with her hymen, pressing my finger against it until the small hole stretched enough to allow access beyond it.

Her hands were now at the back of my head and her legs were trying to crush me like a grape between them. I don't think she experienced any pain when my finger stretched out her hymen. There was certainly no outward expression of pain. When I started sliding my finger in and out of her vagina, paying special attention to the top of her vagina, Darlene's hips started to rock vigorously. Between that and me sucking her clitoris, she was rapidly approaching the edge.

I let Darlene get all the way to her orgasm before making any further move. When her body started shuddering and I could feel her vagina rippling inside, I slid my finger out and replaced it with my cock at her vaginal entrance. One swift thrust was all it took to bury my cock deep inside of her pussy. Her eyes popped open in the realization that I was fucking her, but then she closed them again as the pleasure from her orgasm continued to wash across her body in waves.

I started with slow, shallow strokes into her vagina, but I built up the momentum and strength of my strokes until I was fucking deep into her pussy. Darlene's hips started to rock against me as I thrust into her depths, and we were soon humming along at a good rhythm. Once again, she was moaning and squealing as I increased my tempo. I kissed her again, and she returned the kiss with passion.

I was fucking her hard by now, and she was fucking me back just as hard. It was interesting to me that so many virgins seemed to be just waiting for a switch to be flipped before they became total sexual creatures. That was certainly the case with the innocent virgins at BYU. Even though Darlene had never experienced sex before, her instincts took over as soon as my cock penetrated her pussy, and now she was fucking me as if she had been fucking her whole life.

We lasted for quite a while, considering how tight her pussy was, but we eventually came to the end. Her body went into another orgasm first, and I followed shortly thereafter. I pressed my cock against firmly against her cervix and pumped my seed deep into her womb. I know, this was somewhat irresponsible since I hadn't asked about her period, but I had resolved long before, that if I got a girl pregnant, I would take care of her. That was a given for me.

As it turned out, Darlene was already on the pill, even though she was still a virgin, so there was no risk. That was another thing that surprised me with the virgins at BYU ... how many girls were on the pill due to cramps during their periods or other medical reasons. Granted, most virgins at BYU were NOT on the pill (for any reason), but the number that were on the pill wasn't insignificant.

As we were laying in each other's arms, Darlene commented, "Well, that was certainly a different kind of biology study session."

I laughed. "Did you like it?"

"I certainly wasn't expecting it," she replied, "But it felt a lot better than I had been led to expect. It was by far the most pleasurable study session I have ever had."

"Would you do it again?" I asked.

"I might want to wait a few more minutes, but yes. I would do it again with you," she answered.

I laughed again. "I was just asking in general, as in would you like to do this again in the future, but I would definitely do it with you again today, if you wanted to."

Darlene kissed my face. "I have always dreamed about getting married in the temple, but I'm not sure that will happen now. Most temple-worthy Mormon men want a virgin, and I'm no longer a virgin."

I replied, "It has been my experience that few of our childhood dreams work out the way we think they will, and usually things work out even better anyway. I hope that you will create new dreams and make them come true. I also doubt that most Mormon men here at BYU would be able to tell whether a girl is a virgin or not anyway. Just act like he is hurting you, and he will believe that he is your first."

"Thank you," she said. For a non-Mormon, you are very wise, and you are probably right about the Mormon boys here."

I laughed. "I will take that as a compliment."

"It was meant as a compliment," she added. Then, she kissed me deeply again. I think we could have fallen asleep in each other's arms, but we both had classes the next morning. Therefore, Darlene needed to sleep in her own bed in order to get up in time for her first class. She asked if I would accept a rain check for our next love-making session and, of course, I agreed. We did take a shower together (with some touchy-feely) before I took her back to her dorm that night, but I didn't actually fuck her again.

Two days later, we had biology again, and Darlene came back to my apartment to study again that evening. I suggested that it would be best to do our studying first, and then make love afterwards, so she would do well in the class. After all, I cared about her well-being, and I wanted her to do well. Once we had gone through all of the new material, and Darlene was feeling comfortable with it, she pulled her top off and unhooked her bra, discarding it. She was clearly ready to continue where we had left off the last time.

I shrugged off my clothes as she finished undressing, and pretty soon we were both laying naked on my bed. I lay on my back, and Darlene straddled me, kissing me passionately. Her large breasts were being dragged across my chest as she slid around on top of my body. My hands naturally migrated to her breasts and caressed them.

My cock was now hard, and her pussy was sliding around on top of it. She reached down between us and positioned the tip of my cock at her vaginal entrance. It was inevitable that my cock sank into her pussy until it was pressed tightly against her cervix. Darlene moaned into our kiss as I started sliding my cock in and out of her depths. She was definitely ready to be fucked as her pussy was producing a lot of natural lubricant, coating my cock and running down over my balls.

I rolled Darlene over onto her back and pressed my cock into her vagina. Then, I started to fuck her in earnest, increasing the speed and force with every succeeding stroke. Her legs came up to grip my waist, pulling me even deeper into her pussy. After a while, this triggered my orgasm, and I was again filling her womb with my seed.

She hadn't climaxed yet, so I continued stroking in and out of her pussy until her orgasm finally came crashing over her. When she started to come down, I stopped my movement and lay there with my cock pressed firmly against her cervix. Darlene liked having my cock filling her pussy completely and enjoyed the pressure on her cervix even more.

We had biology every Tuesday and Thursday, and we continued our study sessions until the end of the semester. It not only gave both of us a lot of stress relief and sexual satisfaction, but we both got A's in the class. Darlene was surprised by that because she seldom got A's at BYU. I got mostly A's while I was at BYU, so it was no surprise to me. Having Darlene as my Tuesday and Thursday girl meant that I was free to look for other girls as well. The fact that she was OK with casual sex without a promise of marriage was a real plus as well.

Darlene did eventually find a Mormon boy who was attracted to her. She let him make love to her, and she convinced him that he had taken her virginity. They remained together, and she stopped taking her birth control pills. The result was inevitable. Darlene got pregnant and the boy married her. Anyway, that was far in the future.

Chapter 38 -- Annette

I had Darlene coming over to my apartment every Tuesday and Thursday for the rest of that semester, which left the rest of my week free to meet (and fuck) other girls. I also didn't have to worry about Darlene getting jealous, since that wasn't the kind of relationship we had, and she was still searching for a Mormon boy to marry.

I found myself hanging out at the university library a lot, since it offered me a quiet place on-campus to study and complete projects, while still offering me the chance to meet girls. That was how I found myself sitting at a table in a back area of the library one Saturday afternoon when a cute girl with dark brunette hair came walking up to me. "May I sit here?" she asked, motioning at the seat across from where I was sitting.

"Of course," I replied. "There is always room for a pretty girl."

She hesitated, but then replied, "Thank you."

I decided to introduce myself. "By the way, My name is Pete."

"Hi, Pete," she replied. I'm Annette."

Where are you from, Annette?" I asked.

"I grew up in central Utah," she said. "In Salina. Do you know where that is?"

"Yes," I replied. "I know where it is. It's just on the road if you are going to Richfield or Fish Lake."

"You know that area?" she asked.

Again, I answered, "Yes. I was in charge of the rock climbing program at a camp near Bicknell, Utah."

"Oh, wow," she exclaimed. "You climb?"

"I do," I said. "Are you interested in climbing?"

"Oh, no," Annette answered. "That scares me. I could never do that, but I admire those who do climb."

"Well," I said, "Maybe you would like to watch me do some climbing up in Rock Canyon this afternoon. I was going up there after I finish here at the library."

"Yes, please," she replied. "I would like that very much."

"OK," I said. "It will take me about an hour to finish my project. Is that OK with you?"

"Yes," she answered. "I will be done by then."

When I finished up an hour later, Annette had already put her books back on the shelf and was waiting patiently for me. I told her that my car was back at my apartment just off-campus and asked if it would be OK if we stop there first. She was fine with that, and it turned out that the house she lived in was on the same street as my apartment. Like the house next to my apartment, there were seven other girls living in the house with her.

When we got back to my apartment, we went in, took off our shoes, and I had Annette sit on my bed while I went into the bathroom to change into my climbing clothes. It gave her a chance to look around my apartment. "This is such a nice apartment," she said when I came out of the bathroom.

"I like it," I answered. "It gives me a lot of freedom."

"It must be really nice living alone like this," she commented.

I asked her if she needed to use my bathroom before we went up the canyon. She did, and soon we were driving toward the canyon. I hadn't actually brought any climbing gear except for my climbing shoes, since I wasn't planning to do anything other than bouldering. I bouldered for a while, and then we went over to the Chicago route by the green gate.

Annette couldn't believe it when I swung from hold to hold like an ape as I ascended the route. I think it scared her to death, but she watched in awe the whole time, unable to tear her eyes away. When I reached the top, I told her I would be down in a minute, and turned to scamper off the back side of the quartzite slab the route was on and down the slope next to it until I once again reached the green gate.

"That was scary," she said. "I would never do that."

"It's OK," I replied. "Very few can do it, and I would never ask you to do something that scares you."

"Would you like something to eat?" I asked.

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

"Just something at McDonalds," I answered.

Annette smiled. "That sounds great."

We headed down the hill and past the university to the McDonalds on University Avenue. We ordered cheeseburgers, fries and shakes, and then sat down to talk and eat. Since we hadn't talked all that much at the library, we spent quite a bit of time getting to know each other at McDonalds. When we had pretty much worn out our welcome at McDonalds, I asked if she would like to continue our conversation back at my apartment. She liked that idea, and off we went.

Arriving at my apartment, I parked just down the street, and we walked to my apartment. When I let her in, we once again removed our shoes, and she went to sit on the edge of the bed. I scooted across the bed so my back was against the pillows, and Annette quickly joined me.

She leaned in to kiss me tenderly, so I returned her kiss. Our embrace lengthened and became more and more passionate. Annette had definitely kissed before. After several minutes, we broke our kiss, but then she sighed and said, "That was nice. Let's do it some more."

I kissed her again, this time allowing my hands to wander up under her top to her breasts. Realizing that she was wearing a bra, I reached behind her to unhook it, and then let my hands caress her bare breasts. I don't think she saw this coming because she jerked a little when my fingers first contacted her nipples, but I held the kiss, and she eventually stopped defending her nipples and got used to my hands on her breasts.

She was moaning into my mouth as I massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples between my fingers, so I knew that she was getting pleasure from my actions. She told me later that she wasn't sure what she should do when I touched her breasts, but that she had decided to just see where it went. Annette had never dated a non-Mormon boy (and she didn't even know that I was a Catholic at the time because we hadn't discussed religion), so she expected that I would eventually stop myself at some point.

Annette assumed that 1) I was a Mormon, since I was attending BYU as a student, and 2) I was probably a returned missionary since I was older than most of the students. Both assumptions were incorrect. Annette was a freshman at BYU and had been taught all of her life that she should be passive and follow the direction of men, so she was mostly just letting me continue my activities. Besides, I was giving her the most pleasurable sensations that she had ever felt, so she didn't really want me to stop.

By the time she realized that I wasn't going to stop, her top and bra had been pushed up and free of her breasts and were around her neck, and her panties had been pushed down her legs and off of her feet. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist. Annette never even noticed when I slid my pants and boxers down my legs and off my feet. The fact that I was on top of her meant that she couldn't really see the lower half of my body (even if she had opened her eyes, which she didn't).

By then, Annette was so turned on that she couldn't have stopped me if she had wanted to ... and she wasn't sure that she wanted to anyway. She wanted to see where this would lead. I was kissing and suckling her breasts and nipples as my fingers massaged her vulva from her clitoris to her vaginal entrance, and Annette was writhing in pleasure under me with her eyes closed. She had never felt anything like it in her life, and the pleasure was washing over her.

I continued like that for a while, and then I moved further down her body until I was kissing and sucking her clitoris and labia and my fingers were exploring her vaginal entrance. Annette's hymen was just inside of her vagina, but I was able to stimulate her G-spot with my fingers as well as working her clit and labia with my mouth. It was only a few minutes before her body went fully into orgasm, and she was gasping in pleasure as waves of pleasure washed over her.

I slid up her body until my cock settled into her vaginal entrance. I worked my cock around in her abundant juices to lubricate it, and then I thrust up into her vagina, sinking almost fully into her vagina and breaking her hymen with the first thrust. Her eyes shot open and she cried, "Oh no. What are we doing?" But then, while I rested my cock deep inside of her vagina for a moment, she relaxed and resolved herself to the fact that she was already being fucked, and that she might as well enjoy it.

When I felt her vaginal walls tentatively squeeze my cock, I figured that it was time to continue. I withdrew my cock a little and then slowly thrust even more of my cock into her depths. Annette was breathing heavily as I started to slowly fuck her, but she didn't voice any more protests to what I was doing. She had completely given herself up to my whatever I wanted to do.

Once my cock was pressing firmly against her cervix with every thrust, Annette started rocking her hips to meet my thrusts, fully participating in this sex act. Her eyes were once again closed, but she had a smile on her face. The initial tears from penetration were now gone, replaced by her eyes fluttering from the pleasure she was feeling.

As I was fucking Annette, I asked when her last period had ended. She hesitated, but then told me it had ended almost three weeks before. That meant I was safe for me to fuck her all the way to my climax. I redoubled my efforts, slamming into her pussy, and causing the room to fill with the sounds and scents of sloppy sex. Her pussy was by then producing large quantities of natural lubrication, which was flowing out of her pussy.

I had finally come close to the end, but she had not yet climaxed, so I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb and forefinger as I fucked her hard and deep with my cock. That sent her over the edge, and I was able to fill her womb with my seed as Annette's whole body seemed to melt and spasm around my cock.

Both of us fell asleep after we climaxed, and it was a couple of hours later when I awoke to the feel of her kissing my body. Annette was whispering, "I love you, I love you, I love you," to me. As I opened my eyes, she realized I was waking up, and she quickly straddled my body with her legs. It was only a moment before my cock was once again deep inside her vagina. "I will make you happy," she said as she slid onto my cock.

"That's sweet," I replied, "But I am already happy. Please don't throw the "L" word around too soon. At this point, this is only sex."

"OK," Annette said, "But I will make you love me."

"Maybe," I said. "Love doesn't come instantly, and we certainly don't know each other well enough to be in love."

"Oh," she replied as she settled her pussy fully against my cock, the tip pressing firmly against her cervix. "You had better hope that you didn't make me pregnant, or none of that will matter."

"That was why I asked about your last period," I said. "If your period ended almost three weeks ago, there is almost no chance that you will get pregnant."

"Yeah," Annette said. "About that. I wasn't thinking very well when you asked me about my period, and I misspoke. It has been a week and a half since my last period ended. So, will you marry me if I get pregnant?"

I sighed, "Yes, Annette, I will marry you if you get pregnant. However," and then I lifted her off of my cock. "The first time cumming inside of you is a risk I will take, but we won't take that risk again, just in case you aren't already pregnant. By the way, you shouldn't have misled me like that. It was dishonest. Now, go get a shower and I will take you home."

Annette was very disappointed in the current state of affairs, but she obeyed and walked into the bathroom to shower. When she returned, I was already dressed. She quickly dressed, and I walked her down the street to her house (a couple of blocks away). We exchanged contact information, and I walked back to my apartment.

I knew that I had to be more careful in the future, if I hadn't already rolled the dice once too often. In the future, I would always ask about girls' menstrual cycles and birth control BEFORE we were already sexually connected ... even if that meant that things weren't going any place because of me asking the question. I just didn't need that much risk. Sure, girls could still lie to me, but there was no way to mitigate that risk.

I checked in with Annette every few days after that until about a week and a half later when she informed me that her period had come. That was a relief. I asked if she would like to go to lunch, but she didn't see any reason to celebrate and declined my offer. Luckily, she didn't see any reason to confess what we had done to her bishop, so nothing more came of it.

Chapter 39 -- Judy

Even after my episode with Annette, I still wanted to meet new girls. I didn't really have to do too much looking, however, because girls were constantly looking for eligible bachelors on their own. I was just walking back to my apartment from the BYU campus when a girl came jogging up behind me and slowed down to match my pace. "Hi. You're cute," she said. "I'm Judy."

I glanced over to see a pretty blonde walking next to me and replied, "You are beautiful, Judy. My name is Pete."

We stopped and talked there on the sidewalk for a while, and I eventually decided that Judy was a girl I wanted to know better. I asked her if she was busy or if she might want to spend some time getting to know each other better. When she agreed to getting to know each other better, I told her that we were almost to my apartment, if she would like to accompany me. She agreed and we walked up to my apartment.

Upon entering my apartment, we removed our shoes and I gave her the nickel tour before we sat on the bed to talk. I was not going to make the same mistake I had with Annette. We talked for a couple of hours, and then I invited her for pizza, and we went to the Brick Oven pizzeria to talk some more. By the time we were ready to leave, we both knew a lot more about each other than I have with many girls.

By the time we finished dinner, Judy knew that I was prior military and Catholic (both of which surprised her but didn't frighten her away). She knew why I had come to BYU and what my academic background and goals were. She also knew about my family, but that I was totally independent (which she really liked and admired). She knew about my climbing, which she thought was crazy, but that she could accept.

I knew that Judy had graduated from high school the previous spring (a freshman at BYU now) in Salt Lake City, and that she had debated whether to go to BYU or the University of Utah. Judy had decided on BYU because she didn't want to live at home while going to college, so now she shared a house with several other girls on another street a few blocks from my apartment. I knew that she was on the pill (because her mother insisted before she would allow her to live away from home).

I also knew that although she was a Mormon, she was open to a relationship with a non-Mormon. She had immediately realized that finding a returned missionary at BYU was nearly impossible, and that the boy/girl ratio wasn't exactly favorable for even finding a good Mormon mate (which had been her parents' hope for her at BYU). I even knew that Judy had two boyfriends in high school, and although she had her breasts groped and she had given hand-jobs, she had never gone "all the way" with either of them.

As we were leaving the restaurant, Judy kissed my cheek and said, "I really like you. Could I be your girlfriend?"

"Sure," I replied. "I like you too. Would you like to go back to my apartment, or should we do that another day?"

"I have a bunch of homework this evening," she replied, "But I would love to spend time with you another day."

"OK," I said. "What time do you get out of class on Wednesday?"

"My last class ends at 2 PM on Wednesday," she answered.

"Fine," I replied. "Come over to my apartment when you get out of class on Wednesday. I only have morning classes that day. I will fix us a late lunch."

About ten minutes after 2 PM on Wednesday, I heard somebody coming up my stairs. I opened the door just as Judy reached it and ushered her inside. After removing her shoes, I had her sit with her back against the pillows on my bed and then I brought over two plates with toasted cheddar and tuna sandwiches with chips (one for her and one for me). Then, I brought over two glasses of soda and set them on the side table next to her on the bed. After hopping up on the bed, I leaned over and kissed her. "Hello girlfriend," I said. Judy's face lit up in a smile.

We ate our sandwiches and chips, and then I put the dishes on the other side table, so they would be out of the way. Judy was wearing a pull over top and a pleated skirt, which by this time was already riding up on her thighs. Once the playing field had been cleared, I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. Judy reciprocated, and we were soon kissing passionately. By the time the first kiss ended, we were lying next to each other on the bed. The next kiss became even more passionate as my hands found her breasts. She was wearing a bra, but it was unhooked very quickly. "You have beautiful breasts," I told her. "May I see them without the top?"

Judy nodded her agreement and pulled the top and bra up over her head and off. "Wow," I said. "They are gorgeous ... absolutely perfect." Her breasts were about a C-cup, and they were perfectly proportioned to her petite body. Her nipples were already erect, and sticking up about a half-inch above small areola. I couldn't resist bending down to her breast, and Judy sucked in air when I sucked her nipple into my mouth.

Judy was pulling my head toward her breast and gasping as I traded back and forth between her nipples. "Oh my God. That feels so good," she cooed.

I continued suckling her nipples and caressing her breasts until Judy was writhing next to me. Then, I unhooked and unzipped her skirt and started dragging it and her panties down her legs. "Slow down," she pleaded. "I want to do this, but I don't want to rush."

"Don't worry," I answered. "I won't do anything you don't want. Just tell me what you want." Her skirt and panties were already down at her knees when Judy stopped me, so I kissed the top of her pussy, licking through the furrow of her labia as I did. That pushed her beyond caring what I was doing, and her panties and skirt were soon leaving her feet without complaint. Once her legs were free, Judy spread them wide to give me better access to her pussy. I doubt that she did that consciously, but her instincts simply took over and her brain shut down.

When I sucked her clitoris into my mouth, her reaction was immediate. Judy's legs tried to squish my head like a grape as her body went into orgasmic convulsions. I backed off a little, only licking her labia and sliding my finger into her vaginal entrance, but not sucking her clit much. It seemed like her clit was just too sensitive to touch unless I wanted her to come totally unglued.

Judy was squealing and moaning as I worked on her pussy. I found her hymen very quickly because it was right at the entrance, but the opening in her hymen was big enough that I was able to work my fingertip in to the second knuckle. Any further than that, however, was causing her pain, so I decided to let my cock explore further once she wanted me to proceed. That didn't take very long with my ministrations on her pussy, and Judy was soon begging me to, "Push it into me. Please."

I wiped the excess juices from my mouth and moved up to kiss Judy on the lips. As I did, I slid my cockhead around in her juices until it was thoroughly wet. When it settled into her vaginal entrance, I pressed slowly forward until it wouldn't go any further. Then, I thrust forward with one quick jerk of my hips, and my cock slid quickly into her vagina. As my cock came firmly against her cervix, I paused long enough for Judy to recover. Tears were running down her cheeks from the initial penetration, but she was still pulling me toward her with her arms.

After the initial pause, I started thrusting and withdrawing, fucking her in increasing passion. Judy started pressing back against my thrusts, and I increased the power and tempo of my strokes until our groins were slapping against each other in rapid succession. I have no idea how long we lasted, but it was a while, and when we climaxed, it was sudden and powerful. It felt like her pussy was trying to suck my cock even deeper into her body (not that it was possible).

We both collapsed on the bed, and then we quickly fell asleep in each other's arms. When we woke again, I suggested that we shower together, and she agreed. Of course, the shower led to more sex, but in the end, we were both clean when I drove her back to her house. It was way too late for her to walk (even though it wasn't that far). We kissed one last time, set a date for Friday evening (I would pick her up from her house), and I left for my apartment.

Overall, Judy made a great girlfriend that semester. We would meet two or three times a week (sometimes she would stay the weekend), we would fuck constantly, and she never pressured me to marry her. When she went home at the end of the semester, we were still on good terms. How things would progress after the summer was left in the air. It turned out that she went to Utah State her sophomore year, so we didn't continue our relationship. She had met a nice Mormon boy during the summer who went to Utah State, so she transferred up to Logan to be with him. I understood completely.

Chapter 40 -- Diane

I decided to continue on through the spring and summer blocks (accelerated semesters) after the winter semester ended. I was able to schedule several classes I needed that were difficult to schedule during the normal school year. Besides, I was making more going to school on the GI Bill than I could make with a summer job (at least I told myself that). In any event, it would allow me to graduate the following April if I stayed at BYU through the spring and summer.

I had taken on a double major of mechanical engineering and civil (structural) engineering. Because there were many shared courses, that wasn't as difficult as it seemed at first glance. I had taken on a fairly heavy class load, and I would continue that until graduation the next year. I still had enough time to pursue available girls, though.

Attending spring and summer blocks meant starting all over with girls, since both girls I had been meeting with regularly were leaving at the end of the winter semester. That wasn't all that bad, though. There were a lot of new girls on campus at the start of spring session, so the opportunities were plentiful.

During spring block, there were many girls who had been at BYU during the regular school year and many girls who transferred in from other schools. The reasons why the girls were attending the spring and summer blocks were as varied as the girls themselves. And, of course, there were also girls who were working in Provo during this time, so they could continue their schooling in the fall. Some girls just couldn't afford the trip home (often on the other side of the world) and then back again to BYU. Like I said, there were many reasons.

Diane came from a working-class family in Kuala Lumpur, and she figured that she could make a lot more money staying in Provo until the fall than she could by going back to Malaysia to work and paying for the flight both directions. It turned out that Diane's parents were converted Mormons, and the rest of the extended family was Muslim, so there wasn't much chance of a good future for her in Malaysia anyway, since her family had been pretty much shunned. Diane caught my attention because of her Asian look (yes, I'm a sucker for long, black silky hair, dark eyes and a caramel complexion).

She was in transition from the dorms to an apartment off-campus when I met her. Diane had secured a job at a local business in Provo as a bookkeeper (she was an accounting major), so she would make better than the normal student wage most kids got during the summer months. I actually met her on-campus before the end of the winter semester, and had offered to help her move from the dorm to her new digs off-campus during semester break. The apartment that Diane was moving into held six girls in three bedrooms, and each bedroom had its own bathroom, but the landlord said they rarely had full tenancy during the spring and summer blocks, so she ended up with a bedroom to herself until fall semester started again.

Anyway, once I helped Diane to move her stuff to her new place after finals, we started dating. She didn't have much of a social life, so she was happy to spend time with me. Of course, we started out by going to the Brick Oven (that was usually my go-to place for a first date). It allowed us to talk for a long time, especially since the place was almost deserted during the spring and summer blocks (even on a Friday evening later on). As long as we bought food and drinks, the management was happy to let us stay as long as we wanted.

After dinner, I offered to show her my apartment, but she played the "tired" card, and I took her back to her apartment instead. I did set up another date for that Friday (our first date was on a Wednesday), though, and told her I would cook her dinner at my place. She accepted. I kissed her goodnight, and drove back to my apartment alone.

Diane had to work on Friday, so I picked her up at her apartment late that afternoon after she had time to freshen up. I had been up in Rock Canyon climbing all day, so I was bit tired (and scraped up) myself. I went home first to shower and clean up before going to pick her up. We greeted at her door with a hug, and I drove her to my place.

She sat on my bed while I "cooked" dinner. In reality, I grilled a couple of Reuben sandwiches I had prepared ahead of time. Diane had no complaints, though, because she really liked her sandwich (even though she had never had a Reuben sandwich before). We sat on the bed and ate as we continued our discussion from our first date. Somewhere along the way, Diane leaned over to me to thank me for dinner with a kiss.

That first kiss was more of a peck on the lips than a real kiss because Diane had absolutely no experience with boys. In Malaysia, she had attended an all-girls school, and her parents had been very strict with her, so there was no dating. In fact, our date to the Brick Oven was her first date ever, and the goodnight kiss after the first date was her first kiss ever.

Diane was not only a virgin, but she was a complete innocent when it came to boys, romance, and sex. I did find out that she had just finished her period on Thursday, the day before), She had given cramps (because of that time of month) as one of the reasons why she didn't want to go to my apartment on Wednesday. When she arrived at my apartment, I asked if she was still having cramps, and she said she hadn't had any since Wednesday because her period had ended. So, by Friday evening, all was clear.

We talked a while longer, and then I leaned into Diane and kissed her softly on the lips. I didn't want to scare her, so I started slow. When I broke the first kiss, she said, "Wow. That was nice." I smiled. Of course, I kissed her again, and again, and again. Well, you get the picture. There is nothing better than a passionate kiss done well to stir a young girl's soul. By about the tenth kiss, Diane was kissing me very passionately, with our tongues dancing and playing in each other's mouths. I could tell that Diane's passion level had raised about ten-fold.

Diane was showing no signs that she wished to stop kissing, so we just continued on continuing on. Along with the kisses, I was allowing my hands to wander all around her body, above her clothes to start with, but gradually sliding up under her clothes to massage and caress bare skin. Rather than trying to block my hands, however, Diane was moving her arms out of the way (to the back of my head and my upper back to allow my hands to have maximum access to her body.

When my hands finally found the sides of her breasts, Diane shuddered and moaned, a sure sign that you are doing something right. I brought my hands around to her breasts to caress her nipples, and she went crazy in our kiss. Eventually, she raised her head and squealed, "That feels so good." I took that as my cue to raise her top and lower my lips to her nipples. Again, Diane threw her head back and moaned at the increased pleasure she was feeling.

"Oh, Pete," she cried. "What are you doing to me?" As I suckled her nipples, Diane started to shudder and squeal. "This is paradise, but should we be doing it?" she asked.

I paused just long enough to say, "As long as you are enjoying it, and there is no danger of you getting pregnant, I don't see why we shouldn't be doing it. Too many people think that whatever feels good must be a sin. I am the opposite. God made us that we might have joy. Therefore, whatever feels good must be a gift from God, and we should enjoy it as such." Then, I went back to suckling her nipples and caressing her breasts.

Diane replied softly, "I guess that is right. Mmmm... It really does feel so good."

I could tell that I needed to take my time with Diane, or she would get a bad case of guilt and call a halt, so that was what I did. We weren't in a race against a clock, so I just took my time and brought her along very slowly. I was also trying to not get too passionate with her too quickly. Diane liked it best when I softly suckled her nipples and then kissed and sucked the soft flesh of her lower breasts.

That doesn't mean that I was stuck in idle, though. As I suckled her nipples and she moaned in pleasure, I loosened and slid her skirt down her legs. Once it was past her knees. I hooked it with my toes and slowly slid it the rest of the way down past her feet and off. Diane was now in nothing but her panties. I decided to pull the quilt up over us, so her legs wouldn't get cold. It also gave me cover to slide out of my own pants and boxers.

Once both of those actions were complete, and Diane was still moaning loudly in pleasure and totally distracted, I used my fingers to softly rub her pussy through her panties. At first, it was just an added dimension to what Diane was already feeling, nothing to worry about. Then, as her panties became soaked from her juices, I let my fingers work their way under her panties through a leg hole until my fingers were rubbing her vulva directly. I was rubbing everything from her clit to her vaginal entrance.

I thought she might say something to stop me if I went too quickly, so I moved back up to kiss her some more, leaving her breasts to cool down a bit while my fingers continued to play in her pussy. Diane was moaning into my kiss, and I told her, "This is truly what God meant paradise to be."

"Mmmm... Hmmm..." she agreed. "Wonderful."

By then, my hand was reaching into her panties from the top, so her panties were then sliding (being pushed) slowly down her legs. Diane still hadn't noticed, though, because she was so preoccupied by the pleasure I was giving her. I moved my lips back to her breasts to bring out her passion again as my fingers stimulated her clitoris and continued to push her panties down her legs.

At that point, Diane had forgotten every reason why she shouldn't be experiencing so much pleasure, and she was just enjoying what she was feeling. Once her panties were gone from her legs and feet, I was back to playing with her labia, her clitoris and her vaginal entrance, all the while stimulating her to even more intense pleasure. I used my finger to stretch the small hole in her hymen as I continued to rub her clitoris and labia. Suddenly, her body was overwhelmed as waves of pleasure washed over her.

As Diane's body was overcome by her first big orgasm, I slid up enough to bring the tip of my cock in-line with her vaginal entrance. I was still rubbing her clitoris, and her hips were rocking against me. It was only a matter of time before my cock was working its way into her vagina. When I squeezed her clitoris lightly between my thumb and forefinger, she convulsed, driving her vagina down onto my cock. Her hymen (which I had already stretched with my fingers) was gone in an instant, but Diane never even noticed any pain.

It wasn't until my cock was pressing firmly against her cervix that Diane finally noticed that she was fucking, and by then, it was too late for her to say, "No," or anything. I was slowly sliding my cock in and out of her pussy when she finally realized what was happening. Instead of getting upset, she simply pressed her pussy down against my cock the next time I thrust into her. After that, she was actively fucking me as I fucked her.

Diane had already experienced one big orgasm brought on by my mouth and fingers, and now she was rapidly climbing toward an even larger orgasm on my cock. Over and over again, I thrust into her vagina until my cock was driving repeatedly against her cervix, and after who knows how long, she was cumming again. This time, her spasming vaginal walls were milking my cock, so I thrust as deep as I could and pumped load after load of my seed through her cervix and deep into her womb. This was what paradise was meant to be.

When the last spurt left my cock, and her body was left quivering under me, I collapsed on her. I was kissing her deeply as we both succumbed to exhaustion. When I tried to roll to my side, she rolled with me, keeping my cock buried in her pussy. With that, whatever last remnants of my seed were still in my cock would now find their way deep into her womb.

When I came back to full consciousness, she was staring at me. "You shouldn't have done that," she said softly. "Now I will have your baby."

"First of all," I replied. "You pushed against me to take your virginity. I didn't do that alone. However, I don't think you will get pregnant. Didn't you just finish your period yesterday?"

"Yes," Diane answered.

"Then this is your absolute safest time of the month." I said. "There is no way that you could get pregnant this week."

"Oh..." she replied. "I didn't know how that worked."

I pulled her in for another kiss, which she happily reciprocated. "I love lying here with you. This is my idea of paradise," I whispered.

Diane softly replied, "I love being here with you too. I think I could spend an eternity like this."

I smiled. "Well, Let's not get carried away."

She laughed. "Is it too soon to be thinking about romance? We have already made love, and I don't think that usually comes until later in a relationship." My cock was still hard and deep inside of her pussy.

"Yeah," I answered. "But when you start talking about eternity, I know you are referring to a Mormon temple marriage, and as you know, I'm not even a Mormon."

Diane smiled. "OK, maybe I am getting a little ahead of myself. I guess I will have to work on getting you to love me first."

"Well," I replied, "I would encourage you to be doing everything you can in that regard. Let's make love again."

With that, Diane leaned in for another kiss, but it was a short one and she paused and said, "I just want you to know that I have never felt the things I felt today, and I have never loved anybody so much as I do you. This is my idea of paradise as well. I love the feeling of your hard cock deep inside of me."

I knew that I needed to respond to that in a non-committal way, so she was neither offended nor hyped by my answer. "Diane, I think you are very special, and it is always possible that I may fall in love with you in the future. If you will be patient with me, then good things may happen, but if you push, then a break-up will definitely happen. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she replied. "I understand."

I leaned in for another kiss, and this time I held the kiss, allowing our tongues to dance between our mouths. We were both still naked, so it was easy to tune her body back up until she was once again ready for sex. When her juices were once again flowing freely from her pussy and around my cock, I started moving my cock in and out of her vagina. Then, I just held the tip of my cock tightly against her cervix until she started pressing down against it. I wanted her to be an active participant in sex, not me.

Diane pulled up, so the tip of my cock was barely inside of her, and then my cock was sliding back into her vagina, I thrust in fully until my cockhead was pressed firmly against her cervix again. She gasped as a wave of pleasure hit her, and I took that as my cue to begin stroking her with my cock. Diane was thrusting back to meet every stroke, and out groins were soon slapping together noisily. The sounds and smells of wet sex then filled the room along with Diane's loud squeals and moans.

Unlike the first time, Diane starting orgasming almost immediately when we started fucking. Orgasm followed orgasm as I pummeled her pussy. I have no idea if she orgasmed fifty times or if it was just one long orgasm, but she definitely got her money's worth. Finally, I just couldn't hold back any longer, and I firmly pressed my cock against her cervix and pumped load after load of my seed deep into her womb.

I once again collapsed, rolling to the side, so I didn't crush her under my weight. Again, she rolled with me, keeping my cock trapped deep in her pussy. I don't know if she thought she might get pregnant anyway, but I actually liked it when a woman would try to keep my cock inside for as long as possible. It meant that she valued what we had done and wanted to hold onto the feeling (and hold on to me).

As I closed my eyes, Diane was planting butterfly kisses all over my face. That was the last thing I remembered until I woke again. By then, Diane was also asleep, lying tight against my body as if we could become one just through skin-on-skin touch.

I kissed her softly, and she woke with a smile on her face. It was time to talk about birth control. "Diane, we can safely make love this week, but then you need to be on some form of birth control. I don't think either of us want to have a baby right now."

"I would love to have your baby, Pete," she replied. "Motherhood is something I have always wanted, and I know nothing about birth control. In fact, it must be obvious to you that I knew nothing about sex until today." Then, she paused before continuing, "Do you want me to get birth control?"

"Well," I said, "We can't continue making love after this week unless you are using some method of birth control. I do NOT want a baby now."

I could tell that she was disappointed from the look on her face, but her obedience to whatever men said kicked in, and she said, "I don't know where to find such a thing. Can you help me?"

"Of course," I replied. "I will take you to Planned Parenthood tomorrow and they will set you up. If there is any cost, I will take care of it."

"OK," she said. "Can I stay here with you tonight? It's too late to go back to my apartment."

I smiled. "I would love to have you sleep in my arms tonight, and I will take you to Planned Parenthood in the morning. You shouldn't have to wait for long then."

Diane kissed me and then turned her back to me so we could spoon. It was a wonderful night's sleep for both of us. The next morning, we got showered and dressed. I cooked pancakes, and then we were off to Planned Parenthood. We got there early enough that Diane was the first person at the clinic that day. After examining her, the doctor gave her options for birth control. Diane didn't think she would remember to take pills every day even though that was the most reliable method.

The doctor said that Diane should at least try the pill, but that she (the doctor) could put in an IUD as a back-up plan, so that in case Diane forgot to take a pill, she would still be safe. After talking with the doctor for a while longer, Diane chose to just go with the IUD (which the doctor put in) without the birth control pills. The doctor told her there really wasn't much difference between being on the pill or having an IUD for avoiding pregnancy. The biggest advantage for implanting the IUD was that Diane would be as safe as could be expected from day one. There was still a very small risk of pregnancy, but it was negligible.

When we were through at Planned Parenthood, I took Diane to lunch, and then asked her what she would like to do the rest of the weekend. She smiled, said she needed to go back to her apartment to get some clothes and toiletries, and then she wanted to go home with me to my bed. That sounded good to me.

She went into her apartment alone while I waited in the car, and when she returned, she was carrying a small overnight bag. We drove to my apartment, and I carried her bag up the stairs. Once inside, Diane started undressing, not just the shoes and jacket at the door, but she peeled off her top and her skirt. Once she was stripped down to just her bra and panties, she scooted across my bed to lay in the middle.

It didn't take me long to strip down completely and join her on the bed. Diane lay back against the pillows on the bed, pulling me over her as she did. She was kissing me passionately and spreading her legs to accommodate me as soon as I covered her. Of course, I wasn't idle either. First, I unhooked and removed her bra, and then I slid her panties down her legs as she raised her butt to help me.

"Come to me, Pete," she whispered. "I want to feel you inside of me now."

Normally, I wanted to work a girl up as much as possible before penetrating her, but Diane was already well beyond worked up. Her pussy was flowing with her natural lubricant, so I just lined up my cock in her vaginal entrance and started sliding into her depths. This drew a gasp from her, as waves of pleasure were already overcoming her senses.

"Oh my God," she sighed. "I don't know how I have lived without feeling you inside of me. This truly is paradise."

I had to agree. Being deep inside of her pussy did feel a lot like paradise, or at least my idea of what paradise should feel like. If heaven didn't feel at least this good, then how could it be heaven? "Your pussy is so tight and so perfect. I don't know how I am going to last very long with so much pleasure."

"I don't care if you last," she replied. "I want you to fill me over and over again with your sperm. It feels wonderful to me."

I had a pretty good rhythm going by then, and my cock was slamming from tip to root into her pussy with increasing tempo and power. I didn't need to worry about her because her pussy was already convulsing with pleasure before the tip of my cock was even pressed firmly against her cervix and pumping load after load of my seed deep into her womb.

I didn't even try to roll off of her. I just collapsed as she kissed and hugged me, trying to pull my cock even deeper into her core. I have no idea how long we were lying like that before I stirred again. Why would I want to move when I was in the middle of paradise?

Diane stayed the rest of the weekend with me in my apartment. We made love several more times before I took her back to her apartment Sunday evening. That became the norm for several months, with us spending most of each weekend making love in my bed, but one Friday when I went to pick her up, she said, "I can only stay over tonight because I have a date for tomorrow night."

"Oh," I replied. "Is this something I should know about?"

"Probably," she said.

I took Diane to the Brick Oven that night, so we could be somewhat in public as we talked. It was a good thing, too, because she told me that a Mormon guy at work had taken an interest in her, and that she was interested in him too. She was having a hard time reconciling having our hidden tryst, if she was going to date him. Diane said it would be different if I had asked her to marry me, but she didn't think that would ever happen (why buy a cow when you get all the milk you can drink for free?).

I told her that if that was how she saw our relationship, she should probably explore new relationships with others. Indeed, I didn't want to get married yet, but that might change over time. However, if Diane found it impossible to be patient, then it was probably time call it quits.

I asked if she still wanted to spend the night with me, or if we should just go to pick up her clothes from my apartment and take them (and her) to her apartment. Diane got a tear in her eye and said, "I want to spend tonight with you. Who knows, maybe you will change my mind."

After dinner, we went back to my apartment, and I turned her around to face me as soon as the door was closed and locked behind me. I pulled Diane into a kiss, and slowly undressed her as I kissed and caressed her from her head to her toes. We finally ended up on my bed, with me lying between her spread legs.

I was really intent on making her have multiple, powerful orgasms just from my touch and my tongue, and I succeeded. I have no idea how many times she came before Diane finally said, "Enough," and pulled me up on top of her. Her hand guided my cock right into her vaginal entrance, and she was pushing against me even before I thrust the first time.

My cock was quickly buried in her tight, warm and wet pussy, and I started stroking her immediately. It was hard to believe that this was the same innocent girl that I had first taken to my apartment only months before. Diane had developed as a lover, and she enthusiastically met every one of my strokes with her own thrust.

We fucked for about twenty minutes before I finally pressed my cock against her cervix and pumped all of my seed deep into her womb. Then, as she normally did, she rolled with me to keep my cock embedded in her pussy. After I recovered, my cock was still hard and inside of her vagina, so I just started thrusting into her again. Diane caught on immediately and was fucking me back.

Surprisingly, I didn't last as long that go-around, and the fact that she was having even more orgasms drove me past the point of no return in fairly short order. After I shot my seed deep into her womb that time, I collapsed to the side again, but she didn't roll fast enough to keep my cock buried inside her pussy.

She kissed my forehead and whispered, "I will always love you, Pete. I hope that you know that." I didn't remember much after that other than her head on my shoulder and her arm wrapped over me as I fell asleep. Neither of us woke during the night, and when the first light of morning came, we woke still in each other's arms. I kissed her and rolled back on top. I had a severe case of morning wood that I needed to deal with, and her pussy was wet and right there to receive me.

Even though there was no foreplay, my cock slid all the way into Diane's pussy in one stroke, and it was as if we had been fucking all night. Her vagina was so well lubricated that there was little resistance to my thrusts. Yes, she was still really tight, so there was plenty of pressure on my cock as I fucked her, but my cock slid easily through her love tunnel as I pummeled it.

I kept it slow to make it last, and Diane was soon climaxing under me as I continued to pound her pussy. She was pulling me into her with her mouth, her arms and her legs, all trying to force my cock deeper into her pussy. I'm sure that she realized that this would be the last time we fucked.

When I finally came, it felt like a gallon of sperm being pumped through my cock, through her cervix, and deep into her womb. I often wondered if she was actually trying to get pregnant. It turned out that she had the IUD removed (without my knowledge), so the last month we fucked, she was fully fertile. Somehow, though, she never got pregnant with me, but her new boyfriend wasn't so lucky.

After we had sex that last time, I took Diane to IHOP for breakfast and then back to her apartment. I walked her to her door and kissed her one last time before turning to walk back to my car.

Diane got serious about dating the guy from work, and a little over a month later, she started getting sick in the mornings. Guess what? Diane was pregnant. They got married, and I suppose they lived happily ever after. I don't know for sure because they didn't invite me to their wedding (or to any other occasion for that matter). I doubt seriously that she even told him about me. He probably thought he had taken her virginity.

So, it was back to looking for me, which I didn't consider a hardship. Fall semester of my last school year at BYU was about to start, and lots of new girls (fresh out of high school) would be coming to BYU for the fall semester. I loved that ... so many possibilities.