Callie and Jimmy-James

Note to readers: This is a long story -- over 23,000 words. I would characterize it as "erotic Romance," with an emphasis on the romantic. I care a lot about the characters and their feelings, and their uncertainties. These are the things that make a story interesting to me.

Callie and Jimmy-James

Jimmy reconnects with his red-headed first-grade crush in college

Ron Ehrs

I first met Callie at the beginning of first grade.

My family had just moved to this new neighborhood, and the bus stop was just down the street at the corner. The only other student using this bus stop was a little red-haired girl named Callie, whose house was down the block on the other street.

I don't really remember that first day; I'm pretty sure that both of our mothers walked us to the bus stop. Pretty soon, however, we were on our own walking to the bus stop and ended up talking to each other every morning while we were waiting for the bus. We also rode the bus back together at the end of the day, as well as seeing each other during the day at school.

It was easy to become friends with Callie. She was nice, she was smart, and we just enjoyed being together. Sometimes after school we would go to her house or my house to hang out and play games or whatever. TV wasn't a big thing for either of us.

Sometimes, on weekends, we would get together and go down to Johnson Park and go walking along some of the trails there. We enjoyed looking at the trees and the birds and the animals. It felt very grown up to be on our own together, even though the park was only about two blocks from home.

We were pretty much each other's best friends through grade school. We had other friends at school, but none of them lived nearby, so it was natural for us to hang out with each other.

None of this had anything to do with Callie being hot, or even her red hair. We were just kids, and we liked each other and were friends. No big deal.

When we moved on to junior high, things began to change. For one thing, the junior high was closer to home, so we were expected to walk to school rather than take a bus. Also, the junior high had kids from three different elementary schools, so the school was a lot bigger and there were lots of new people to meet.

Probably the biggest thing was that this was the age when hormones first started kicking in, and boys started hanging out more with boys, and girls started hanging out more with girls as they tried to figure out what was going on in this weird new world. Callie started meeting other girls who lived a little further away but who could all meet up on their way to school.

When I started junior high, my parents bought me a bike to ride to school. This was faster, but it also let me hang out with other boys from school who also had bikes and after school we would ride to different places together and hang out.

Callie and I were still friends, but we were in different homerooms and saw less of each other and spent more time with our new friends.

By high school, the whole boy-girl thing was pretty much the biggest thing on everyone's mind. The thing is, Callie, with her red hair and blue eyes and overall good looks, ended up becoming one of the hottest girls in school. I was perfectly okay-looking, good-enough looking in my own way, I suppose, but Callie was in a whole different league. Wherever she went, there were always guys hanging around, wanting to talk to her, wanting to go out with her...

Also, even though I was smart and in good classes, by junior year, Callie was taking AP classes. She would still smile and say "Hi" when we saw each other at school, but so much had changed. Not only was she constantly surrounded by guys at school, she also seemed to be dating a constant stream of different guys.

On my part, I went out on dates with various girls; quite a few of them were perfectly nice, and even nice-looking. But none of them were exciting enough for me to want to go out with on a long-term basis. As for Callie, well, let's just say she was out of my class. Those grade school days with her had become a distant memory.

* * *

It was pretty much a done deal that after high school, both of us would go to State. It was the flagship school of the system and attracted all the best students except for the few who headed out to elite schools on the east or west coast.

I hadn't had a chance to talk to Callie about her summer plans, but I heard some people mention that she was going to Europe for the summer with her family.

Since my parents had no grand tour planned, I needed to find something to do with my final summer before college.

My parents made enough money that they didn't see any sense in having me flip burgers at some fast-food place for the summer. There weren't any academic summer classes that really interested me, but the high school did offer a summer "Boot-Camp" exercise program.

Bill Houlihan, the athletic director at the high school had been a drill sergeant in the Marines ("Hard-ass" Bill Houlihan as he was known on the base). He was deeply offended by the increase in obese and out-of-shape students at the high school and wanted to figure out something to do about it. Gym class was only three days a week, and the students who were most in need of exercise tended to treat it like a joke. There were no grades given, and no one could suffer academically from being fat and lazy.

Mr. Houlihan got together with the track coach and some other members of the athletic department and created an intensive summer work-out program. Five days a week, five hours a day.

Two and a half hours in the morning doing sit ups, pull-ups, weightlifting, and all kinds of calisthenics. Then, after an hour and a half for lunch, students would work with the track coach for a two-and-a-half-hour afternoon session doing sprinting practice and long-distance running.

I wasn't in terrible shape, I wasn't fat or anything, but I wasn't in shape. I hadn't gone out for any team sports, I would just get together with some of the other guys and hang out after school. Riding my bike was probably my main exercise. Getting into shape sounded good, and it was something I knew I wouldn't do on my own. This was my best shot, so I signed up. My parents seemed pretty pleased with the idea -- they were wary of what seemed to be happening to kids in the Internet age.

When I signed up, I had no idea what I was in for. Boot Camp was brutal. The first few days, I felt I had made a huge mistake. I would arrive home in total agony. Still, it would've been humiliating to quit that soon. I spent most of that first weekend trying to get my muscles to stop yelling at me. Week two got a little better; I didn't exactly enjoy it, but it began to feel like I was making progress. By week three, things were getting easier, and I was beginning to see results.

In the weeks after that, I began to feel a real difference in myself and realized I was looking forward to my workouts. I even started going to the local swimming pool and doing laps over the weekend as a kind of cross-training.

By the end of week ten, I was in absolutely the best shape of my life and loving it.

We started with a total of 30 students, five girls and 25 guys. By mid-August, we were down to two girls and 12 guys, and we had all become friends.

When the program finished, I was still no Arnold Schwarzenegger, but I was looking different and was feeling connected with my body in a whole new way.

I had started out with the usual nondescript stoner-style long hair that a lot of the guys had. But about two weeks into the program, I began to feel that my hair was getting in the way of what I was doing and who I wanted to be; I went to one of those sports-clips places and got it cut a lot shorter and with a hipper style.

* * *

Fall semester at state began right after Labor Day. There were a couple of days for move-in and orientation and for last-minute registration changes before classes began the following Monday.

I managed to get a room in Hockney Hall, the first of the two "open" (i. e. co-ed) dorms on the campus. Hockney had been built in the late 1970s -- against the protests of many elderly and very shocked alumni. By now, these dorms were simply part of the campus and tended to draw students who, for whatever reason, were less interested in joining the fraternity/sorority system. I'm not sure if my parents quite realized that not all the dorms were co-ed, but they never said anything about it when they helped me move in.

* * *

College was a big change. The campus was way bigger, different subjects were taught in different buildings, and, including the grad and law students, the school probably had over 40,000 students.

Twice in the first two weeks I happened to spot Callie walking on the other side of one of the quads on her way to class. Her red hair made her easy to spot, even in a crowd. She saw me and smiled and waved, but she was hurrying to her next class.

It wasn't until Monday of the final week of September that I actually ended up running into her. She was walking towards me gave a big smile when she saw me. As usual, she was on her way to class, but she stopped to say hello.

"Jimmy, how are you doing? It's great to see you. Listen, I have to get to class, but I'd love to get a chance to talk to you. Could you meet me for lunch at the student center on Wednesday at noon? I'd love to have some time with you."

Of course I agreed. But part of me wondered how I felt about this. I mean, what was the point? She was completely out of my league -- she was pretty much in a different universe. What would I have to say? I assume she still liked me, but...

I was picturing it ending with her saying, "This has been great. We need to do it again next year." Was I ready for that kind of humiliation?

At least I had a busy schedule to keep from overthinking or at least keep from totally overthinking. After summer boot camp, I had set up a schedule of hitting the weight room three afternoons a week and going running at least twice a week. And my courses would've taken up plenty of time even without that. So I tried to just keep my brain in neutral until lunch on Wednesday.

By Wednesday, something I should've been looking forward to had turned into an object of dread. I was trying to shut off my brain as I walked over to the student center to meet Callie. I felt my stomach knotting up and wondered if I was just going to start nervously throwing up as soon as I saw her.

She was standing there waiting for me, with a big smile on her face. "Jim, so glad you could make it."

I guess I should explain something. When I met Callie in first grade, I was "Jimmy," the name my parents called me, and the way I thought of myself. In junior high, I started calling myself "Jim," which seemed less childish. Now that I was going to college, I had decided to start introducing myself to people as "James." I mean, being in college should mean something, shouldn't it? "Jim" hadn't exactly been a barn-burner in high school. I was ready to change my image. But I knew that anyone who knew me from high school was always going to default to "Jim." I was even a little surprised that Callie wasn't still calling me "Jimmy." But I certainly wasn't about to make an issue of it.

Nothing had changed from high school. Callie was still gorgeous -- stunningly gorgeous. I felt almost embarrassed to be seen with her -- or for her to be seen with me.

The thing is, she didn't seem to notice any of it. She seemed genuinely happy to see me.

We went to the cafeteria area and grabbed trays and got some lunch. Then we found a table and sat down together.

She asked me what courses I was taking. There were certain general course areas that all freshmen had to include, but there was room for some individual choices. I had picked out an introductory course in architecture and an introductory course in engineering to fill out my schedule.

"My dad is an accountant," I explained. "He does pretty well and he has some big clients to deal with and complicated kinds of work to do for them, but I have an uncle Frank who is an architect and every time we get together with him he's always excited about whatever he's working on. For him, it's not just some regular job. It's what he loves. It's his life. And I figure if I'm going to get a job,

Callie thought that was a great idea. She was mainly focusing on history and economics. "My dad is a lawyer. He works on a lot of business deals and leases and stuff like that. I think he enjoys it pretty much. I don't know if that's what I would want to do, but if I could get a summer internship at his firm, they have lawyers who deal with all sorts of different things, so I might get a better idea of what I might like to do if I went on to law school."

I was having a way better time than I had expected. Callie was genuinely interested in what I was telling her, and was enjoying telling me about her courses and career ideas.

Still, I was feeling super-cautious about everything. Did I deserve any of this? I kind of figured that after lunch she would simply return to her world and I would go back to mine.

When we finished lunch, Callie said, "This has been great. I need to get to my next class, but would you like to get together this weekend? Maybe on Saturday? If you like, you could come by in the afternoon and we could walk around the campus. It's a pretty big campus, and all I know is the dorm and some of the buildings where I have classes. It might be fun for us to take a tour together. Would you like to meet me in front of Emerson Hall around two? Would that be okay? I think it would be a lot of fun."

If I had had an appointment to meet the Pope at 2 o'clock on Saturday, I would've told him to fuck the hell off. Of course it would be okay. Crawling naked over crushed glass to be with her would be okay.

As Callie walked away, her hips swaying in the sun, I tried to make sense of what had just happened. The problem was, none of it made sense. I was as confused as ever. Maybe even more so.

* * *

At noon on Saturday, I was frantically trying to figure out what to wear for meeting Callie. Obviously not a suit even though I was kind of wishing I had a tux for the occasion. Finally I settled on a pair of khakis freshly ironed from the laundry and a white button-down shirt. I mean it wasn't really a date, was it?... Was I reading way too much into just getting together with her to walk around the campus?

I started walking over to Emerson Hall around 10 minutes before two. (Emerson Hall was the other "open" dorm on campus; it had been built about 10 years after my dorm.) I definitely didn't want to be late, but I didn't want to be there early either. As I got close, I could see Callie standing in front of the building waiting for me. I mean you could see her amazing red hair way before you could see anything else. As I got closer, I saw she was wearing a red kilt-style skirt that reached almost to her knees and had green lines and patterns like one of those Scottish tartans. She was also wearing a white button-down shirt, and was wearing forest-green socks that stopped below her knees. It was some strange combination of the hottest Catholic schoolgirl outfit ever (I preferred not to think that that part of it turned me on) and a model for some upscale preppy clothing catalog. All that, and her amazing red hair that seemed ready to blind mere mortals who dared to look at her.

For a moment I was tempted to try to pretend I hadn't seen her and hide. But it was too late for that, she had already seen me and was smiling happily.

* * *

"I picked up a map from the information desk at the dorm," she said. "I thought it would be good to know what we were looking at."

We set out in a somewhat random direction, but then began to methodically cover one area of the campus and then another. It was nice getting to learn where some of the things were, like the student theater, the art building, and the art museum. A lot of the others were simply buildings I forgot about once we were past them.

It was fun hanging out with Callie in this informal way. We would talk about some of the things we were seeing, but I didn't feel any special pressure to be anything other than myself.

* * *

Finally, after we had checked out pretty much all the buildings, we arrived at the Arboretum Park at the far end of the campus. Fall hadn't really begun yet, so there were plenty of flowers and the trees' leaves were still green. There was a path running around in the park for people to walk and enjoy nature and take a break from academics.

As we began walking down the path, Callie took my hand in hers. "Remember when we used to go walking together in Johnson Park, Jimmy? And I would take your hand? I think at first you weren't sure about that, but pretty soon you were holding my hand tight and we were just walking along together. It seemed very grown-up at the time, just the two of us together like that. Sometimes I would look over and I would see this look on your face, very determined, like, 'This is my girl, and no one's taking her away from me.' It was so cute, and I really loved you taking charge that way."

Wow. Had I really done that? I couldn't remember, but I loved the image. All of it. And I loved feeling her hand in mine as we were walking along together.

"That's a really nice memory," I said. "Things were so simple and clear back then. I mean in a lot of ways it's nice to move on, but in other ways I miss it."

"Well, you have at least part of it now," she reminded me, squeezing my hand.

I did, which was making me all the more terrified of the moment ending.

* * *

When we reached the end of the path, I had no idea what to do. Was this the end of our "date"? It was a little after five, and I just wanted to keep being with her forever.

"Listen," she said, "would you like to go over to Vito's and get some pizza? Their pizza is really good."

We headed over to Vito's. We were early enough that it was easy to get a booth.

Over pizza, Callie told me about her summer.

"I imagine that you heard that I was going to Europe with my parents over the summer. The main reason was they wanted me to have a chance to meet my grandparents and my relatives. My father was born in France, and my mother was born in Denmark.

We started by spending a week in Paris seeing all the tourist sites. Then we went the southeastern part of France and spent ten days with my grandparents in a little village side of the city called Grenoble. I also got to meet some of my French cousins and an aunt and uncle of mine. It was really neat. I loved having the chance to spend time with my grandparents and meeting all my cousins and my aunt and uncle. And everywhere we were, the food was amazing. I had studied French all through high school; it helped a bit, but it was a pretty intense immersion into the language. I learned a lot, but I'm still nowhere near fluent.

"After that, we went over to Rome and spent a week there. Again, amazing food and wine and an incredible city to explore.

"Then we went and spent a few days in Switzerland before going on to spend a week in Berlin. After that, we flew to London and spent a week there seeing as much as we could, and then we went up to Scotland. We were staying in Edinburgh, which was really neat, although I got tired of listening to bagpipes all the time.

"The thing was, on my mom's side, some of my ancestors were from Scotland. I was hoping maybe I could find out what clan my family belonged to and what tartan I was supposed to wear. We didn't end up finding out anything about our family roots. I guess I had been picturing, you know, a family history like something out of Braveheart? Or maybe something sexy like Outlander? So I could talk to everyone about my family clan and all that. I mean I'm pretty sure my red hair is from Scotland. I know it isn't from Denmark. Anyhow, for all I can tell, my family may have been just peasants tilling the fields for some lord or something. Maybe that's why they left.

"As for me, I loved the idea of having a Scottish heritage. I decided I could wear whatever tartan I wanted. So I picked one that more or less went with my hair. At least the kilt I'm wearing is genuinely from Scotland.

"Finally, we flew to Denmark to meet my grandparents on my mother's side. They lived in a village outside of Copenhagen, so we got to go in and see the city. Then, after a couple of days, we all went to a small town where my grandparents had a summer place near a popular lake. I also got to meet a bunch of other cousins and relatives; fortunately, everyone spoke pretty good English.

"I'm really glad my parents did that for me, and I loved the chance to connect with so many of my relatives in France and Denmark."

* * *

When we were finishing the pizza, I began to worry again. What was my game plan for this? I didn't have one. I was an idiot. But I had had no idea that we would be together this long.

"I'm really enjoying hanging out with you this way," Callie said. "Would you like to come over to my room and we can just keep talking? I have one of those dorm refrigerators my room and I have a bottle of premixed margaritas and ice cubes."

Why the hell hadn't I had something like that ready? I had a lot to learn about being any kind of a grown-up. I was still that little kid marching along holding hands in Johnson Park thinking it was a big deal.

* * *

On the way over to her dorm, Callie took my hand again.

Emerson was the other "open dorm" on campus. It was about five years newer than Hockney Hall, and pretty much everything about it was more modern.

When Callie led me into her room, I saw it was bigger than mine and looked much more comfortable. She had a desk with her laptop with a bookcase next to it for her books and a couple of framed art prints on the walls. (I was pretty sure she had picked the prints up in Europe over the summer.) There was an armchair that she could use for reading or guests.

I worried for a moment that she was going have me sit in the armchair, but instead she pointed me to the bed, which had a bunch of pillows to lean back on.

She went over to her mini-fridge and pulled out a bottle and a tray of ice cubes. There were some glasses stored upside down on a mat on top of the fridge. She took two glasses and put in some ice cubes and then opened the bottle and poured our drinks.

"Some of those premixed margaritas are pretty weak and sugary, but this brand is about the same strength as margaritas from a real bar and a lot less sweet. Not that I drink all that much, and the ice cubes water it down, but I just like the taste better. I did drink a lot of wine in France and Italy; in the other countries, beer was the big thing, and I'm not a big beer drinker. In Denmark they also drink something called Akvavit, which I definitely do not recommend."

She came over to the bed with our drinks and sat down beside me. She held up her glass to toast: "To us -- Jimmy and Callie and those wonderful walks in Johnson Park."

I clicked glasses with her.

She pulled off her knee-length green socks. "Time to get comfortable." God, she had great legs.

Then she said, "I've already you already told you probably more than you wanted to hear about my summer. Did you do anything interesting?"

"Well," I said, "we didn't do any traveling, but I did take kind of an interesting course."

I told her about Boot Camp and the whole schedule and everything. "I was ready to quit by day two, but that would've been embarrassing. So I forced myself to keep going. By the second week it was better -- or at least a little better. And by the third week, I was starting to enjoy it. I'm really glad I did it. It really changed a lot of things for me."

"I saw the ads for that class," she said. "It sounded like a really great idea. If I hadn't been traveling in Europe with my parents over the summer, I would definitely have wanted to take it."

She paused for a moment. "I was thinking you look different," she said. "Did you change your haircut too? I don't remember it being like that."

"Yeah, towards the end of the second week, I was tired of my long hair. I felt like it was getting in the way of running and even lifting weights. I wanted something way more functional for what I was doing. I was bored with who I had been."

"It looks great," she said. "Much more interesting and unusual."

* * *

Callie sat there quietly for a moment as if trying to decide what to say next.

"It's so nice seeing you again, Jimmy. I'm sorry it's been so long.

"I don't really know quite what happened. All of a sudden, everything seemed to change.

"In high school, and even junior high, I suddenly started getting all this attention. There were always guys hanging around and wanting to go out with me. Some of them I knew and liked, and that was fine.

"But there were a lot of other guys I didn't really know. I would go out with them because they asked and because unless there was some obvious problem with them, I didn't want to be rude or seem stuck up. But I could tell that with a lot of them, the big thing was to be seen going out with me. It was like some kind of status thing. For me however, it just made me feel like some kind of Barbie doll or something. They didn't really know anything about me, and there really wasn't any connection at all.

"With the guys I did know, it was fine to be going out with them, and sometimes I would kiss them good night or even make out with them, but I don't know, I always felt a little detached. I didn't feel any magic, you know, whatever it is you're supposed to feel when things are romantic. I don't know if it was their fault, or mine."

She paused for a moment. I don't know if she was reflecting on that or wondering whether to say more. Maybe I was the best person for her to talk to about all this -- or at least just get it off her chest. Other girls might not feel all that sympathetic to the plight of one of the hottest girls around.

"It was complicated in high school. The school was small enough that word would get around fast. So if any girl does anything, people will gossip about it. I think maybe girls know more about what's happening than guys, although some guys really like to brag about how far they've gotten with whatever girl they went out with. At least I knew enough to avoid those guys.

"Part of the problem is that there's a kind of a 'ratchet up' effect. If a girl ends up letting one guy get to second base, the next guy is going to regard that as the starting point.

"The other thing for me is that I'm a redhead. And there's this stereotype about redheads being hot -- not just good-looking, but, you know, wild sexually or something? So, if a blonde or a brunette or a girl with black hair went to second base, or even third, or whatever, it would be pretty much about the girl. If a redhead does that, it's because she's a redhead and oversexed. After all, what do you expect from a redhead?

"So I had all sorts of reasons to be wary. I mean, I was very visible, and people knew who I was. If I did anything, it would be all over school.

"But mainly, none of the guys I went out with really turned me on that way. I mean, making out with them was OK, but I didn't feel like rushing into anything else with them. There wasn't any reason to."

She looked at me a little nervously.

"I imagine that when you saw me going out with all those different guys, well, I don't know, it would've been easy for you to think I was slutting around or something. But that's not the way it was." She waited to see my reaction.

"I believe you," I said. "You're not that way at all. I mean obviously you're gorgeous, but you're also, I don't know if you'll like the word, but I think you're really 'sweet.' I don't know if I can explain what I mean by that, but you're a really nice and good person.

"The things I liked about you back when we were walking together in Johnson Park -- well, they're still there."

* * *

We sat there for a moment, neither of us saying anything.

I felt her looking at me as if studying me. "You are so cute," she said. And she leaned over and began kissing me.

I had made out with a bunch of different girls, but nothing prepared me for this. Nothing had prepared me for any of it.

Her tongue was already in my mouth, playing with my tongue and running all around. I responded and suddenly we were locked in the most passionate make-out session of my life. She was holding me tight and I was pulling her against me as hard as I could.

Then I felt her reach for my hand. She took my hand and moved it up to her breast. I began feeling her breast through her shirt and then moved my hand to her other breast.

I was amazed at what was happening. This morning I had been terrified about how the day would go. How the hell did things end up here?

I don't know how long we sat there making out. Was it 10 minutes? Half an hour? An hour? I was in some sort of an eternity loop and I never wanted it to end.

Finally, Callie pulled back.

"Jimmy, I love this... Probably more than you can even realize. But I have a big history paper that's due on Monday. I've done an outline of it and I have notes, but I need to spend a lot of time on it tomorrow to get it done."

I sat there, feeling disappointed. Even though everything about this had exceeded my wildest dreams.

I was expecting Callie to stand up and start leading me towards the door. But she didn't. She just sat there, looking lost in thought.

"Jimmy, there's one thing I didn't tell you about my summer. Denmark is pretty far north, and so, because of the short summer season, people are eager to get as much sun as possible. The whole family spent a lot of time going to this local beach beside the lake, and well... basically all the women were topless. I was pretty nervous about this at first, but since all the other women were topless, I got over it. Although it was definitely weird to be sunbathing topless with my dad there, and also to see my mom sunbathing topless too, although I guess she grew up with it.

"But after a day or two I pretty much forgot about it. And I did end up with a topless tan.

"It felt really neat to go topless that way, but I knew that damn well that was for there. I wasn't about to start sunning topless on the lawn of the main mall at State, no matter how warm or sunny the day was. I haven't told any of my friends here at school about that part of my summer. I didn't want people to start thinking about me like that."

Of course, as soon as she had told me that, that was all I could think about.

"Normally, I don't spend that much time in the sun. You know, redheads and sunburn and all. But this was different; I wanted to fit in and just be part of things.

"I know there are all these demonstrations with women marching topless and carrying signs about 'Free the Nipple,' but I'm not ready for that yet. Besides, wouldn't it take some of the fun away?

"Anyhow, the reason I'm telling you this is that I still have that tan, but it's going to fade away pretty soon."

As she was sitting there, she pulled her shirt out from her kilt and started undoing the buttons.

I had no idea what was going on.

"Normally, I absolutely wouldn't be doing this, but..."

When she finished undoing the last button, she took her shirt off. There she was, wearing a sexy lavender bra. She didn't wait for me to say anything; she just reached back quickly and unhooked the bra and slid it off and dropped it on the floor.

She turned and looked at me. "So, what do you think of my topless tan?"

This was totally unreal. I had started the day figuring this was all just an illusion, that reality would set in at any moment. And now here I was with the most gorgeous girl ever, and she was showing me the most perfect breasts in the world -- the most perfect completely tanned breasts in the world. Ideal hemispheres, full and round... tanned masterpieces.

In high school, I had gotten to second base with a couple of girls, you know, real second base -- no shirt, no bra, just bare breasts. But this was a whole different universe of experience. I knew that if there was a righteous God, I was about to be struck blind. But there I was, still staring, my eyesight as good as ever.

"Oh my God, Callie, you are so gorgeous. Everything about you is gorgeous. Your breasts are absolutely perfect."

I was just sitting there, awe-struck, with my mouth hanging open.

Callie sat there for a moment, watching me and waiting. Finally she said, "Would you like to... uh... kiss them or something?..."

Oh my God! What kind of an idiot was I? I snapped out of my trance and immediately leaned forward and began kissing and sucking on her breasts and sucking on her nipples. Her nipples were already hard, and I was frantically running my tongue around one and then the other. I couldn't believe any of this was happening.

"Oh, Jimmy! Jimmy, that feels so good! I love it!" Callie had her arms wrapped around me, holding me tight against her to make sure I didn't forget what I was supposed to be doing.

I could feel her body trembling. All this was so far beyond anything I could possibly have dreamed of.

Finally, Callie loosened her grip on me and pushed me back gently. "I love this, it's beautiful, but I have to get up early to write that history paper."

I didn't have a history paper due on Monday. Maybe I should be doing some work on my architecture project? I was ready to forget about everything and keep going with this.

Callie stood up. I stood up facing her.

"I wasn't expecting all this to happen," she said. "But once we started making out, I wanted it. I wanted to show you my tits. I mean I hadn't done that before, except of course, at the beach in Denmark. I wanted you to see how I looked before my tan went away. I mean, you really do turn me on."

She was topless, I still had my shirt on. She started unbuttoning my shirt. "Take it off," she said. "I want to see how it feels to rub my breasts against your chest."

I pulled off my shirt as fast as I could. "Oh my God, Jimmy, you are so ripped! You look amazing! I can't believe how hot your body is! Do you have any idea how sexy you look?"

She stepped forward and began rubbing her breasts and nipples against my chest. It felt amazing. She was holding me tight as she did so. I have no idea which of us was more turned on.

I was thinking how nice it would be for us to sit back down on the bed again... Maybe lie down on the bed?

She loosened her grip and stepped back. Topless, still wearing her red and green plaid kilt. As she stood there, she reached to the side of her kilt. She undid a button, then unzipped something. I watched as her kilt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it, now wearing only a pair of skimpy lavender bikini panties.

"I wanted you to see how I looked at the beach in Denmark," she said. "Do I look good?"

"Good" was the understatement of the century. She looked like a dream, a vision, something ethereal. But all with the very real red hair and perfectly tanned flesh.

"Of course, at the beach, I was wearing a bikini bathing-suit bottom, but it's kind of similar, right? I mean, I'm showing about the same amount."

Which was a hell of a lot. A stunning amount of naked Callie

"Callie, you look beyond gorgeous. You're the most beautiful, most perfect girl, woman, whatever, I could ever imagine. And that doesn't even count how amazing you are as a person. You're absolutely everything!"

Callie smiled a huge smile. She stepped forward and hugged me again. Then we began kissing again, only this time I was feeling her breasts against me and she was almost entirely naked. I was running my hands over her back and began running them down to her panties.

I had just begun running my hands over her panty-covered ass when she stepped back again.

"I love this, but I still have that paper to write tomorrow. I have a busy week this week, but maybe we can get together for lunch again on Wednesday and then we can spend time together again on Saturday. In the meantime, you can think about how I'm looking now."

I would've loved to take a photo, but still, this was pretty much seared into my brain.

"Look, think about it this way. You'll have a whole week to think about my tits before we go out again. And I'll have a whole week to think about showing you my tits and rubbing my tits against your chest. And I think that's going to be really sexy. Going slow like this we're just going to have a lot more memories. A lot more anticipation. I love the idea that you'll be keeping on thinking about what we did and wondering about what's next. I mean, real sexiness is in your head, and I want to be inside your head as much as possible."

She took me to the door and hid behind it while she gave me a quick kiss good night. "See you Wednesday," she said. "Don't forget."

* * *

When I met Callie for lunch on Wednesday, everything felt different. For one thing, I wasn't terrified. And for another...

"Are you thinking about my tits right now, Jimmy?" she said when we sat down with our trays.

"I'm thinking about the most spectacular tits in the entire world right now. And yes, they happen to be yours."

We spent a lot of lunch just looking at each other and smiling, remembering Saturday night.

About the only thing we managed to be sure to do is to say we would meet on Saturday at two.

On Saturday, I met her outside her dorm. It was one of those late September Indian Summer days, sunny and unseasonably warm. We both ended up wearing shorts. Damn, she had amazing legs. One more thing to lock into my brain.

Callie suggested we go to the art museum. They were hosting an exhibit of French art.

I knew she was looking forward to that after visiting her French relatives over the summer. And it turned out to be very interesting, with French art from a lot of different time periods. It turned out that Callie knew quite a bit about art in general, as well as knowing about a fair number of the artists represented in the exhibit.

I could tell she was enjoying the exhibit and enjoying the chance to impress me with her knowledge of art. That was fine with me since I found it interesting and I loved giving her a chance to show how much she had learned over the summer about art and culture. It also gave her a chance to tell me more about Paris and about France in general.

We stayed at the art museum quite a while, checking out some of the other art as well, including some abstract and some modern pieces we couldn't figure out at all.

For dinner, we went to "Dumplings and More," a Chinese restaurant that had just opened at the beginning of the semester. It was nice going to a new place where the menu alone gave us a lot to talk about.

After dinner, we went back to Callie's room for margaritas and a chance to get back to what we had been doing last Saturday.

* * *

We had been making out for a while. She was topless and I was shirtless. She had ditched her skirt and I was down to my boxers.

"You know," she said, "when I was dating all those guys in high school, I told you I had made out with some of them. I even let a couple of them get to second base -- strictly over my shirt. I mean you were the first to... well, you know.

"But there was one thing I didn't tell you about. There was this one guy, I didn't really know him and he did give off slightly creepy vibes. Anyhow, he wasn't in the same English class with me, but they were studying the same topics. He told me that he had an issue of Newsweek that had this long article on this period we were studying.

"He told me he would lend it to me, and that we could go over to his house after school to get it. He said his mom was usually home after school and so I could meet her as well.

"When we got to his house, there was no car in the driveway. He said his mom was probably just out shopping and would be back in a minute. Anyway, he said the magazine was up in his room and for me to come up and help him find it.

"I can't believe I was so naïve. I followed him up to his bedroom, and when I got in there, he suddenly closed the door and pulled his pants down. 'Hey Callie, so would you like to suck on this?'

"Well, I couldn't see much since he hadn't pulled his shirt up. But obviously I was totally grossed out. I really didn't know what to do. What would he do if I tried to make a run for it? Fortunately, just at that moment a voice called up from downstairs. It was his mom, going for him to come down. We hadn't heard her car pull up or heard the front door open.

"There was nothing he could do. He called out, 'Coming, ma.' He gave me this look like, 'Don't say anything.'

"It was kind of awkward, coming downstairs with him. I had no interest in getting into some big deal with his mother about this, so I just said I had to get home and work on my history paper and headed out as fast as I could. I have no idea how he explained it to his mother, but I did warn the other girls I knew about him.

"Anyhow, even though that was a shitty way to start, I was thinking that I've never really looked at a penis. I've seen some porn on the Internet, I'm sure you have too, but that's not the same thing at all."

* * *

I was lying there on my back, with her beside me on her side. She reached down to my boxers and began pulling the front down. I immediately raised my butt and pulled my boxers off and tossed them on the floor.

I could hear the intake of her breath when she saw me doing that. She propped herself up on one elbow to get a better look.

I was sort of semi-hard at this point. She was just staring with her eyes wide open.

She sat up beside me to get a better look. "Wow, Jimmy, your penis looks so beautiful. I mean it's so strange, but I love it."

She reached over and began feeling it, running her fingers around it. She moved her hand up to the head and then pulled on the sides of it to open my pee-hole. She leaned over to see inside. Then she let go and began running her fingers gently around, gradually moving down to my balls. She cupped my balls gently in her hand.

"I love your penis, I love your balls. I love your whole body. You are so beautiful."

She began running her hand around the rest of my penis. "I love how the ridge around the head sticks out that way." She started running her finger down the front.

"That little spot just below the head," I said, "that's really sensitive. All sorts of nerve endings. I think it must be kind of like the clit in women."

She rubbed the area with her finger. "Does that hurt?"

"No, it feels wonderful."

By now I was completely hard, and she was gently running her hand up and down and around, completely mesmerized by everything that was happening.

I was loving it, both feeling her hand and getting to watch her and the way she was reacting. It was incredibly sexy watching her get turned on that way. She was completely lost in looking at my cock.

She kept on running her hand around my cock, down to my balls, then back up to the head again. She was utterly fascinated.

Suddenly I began to realize that what she was doing was having a definite effect. I could feel my cock starting to twitch and my balls starting to tighten. I tried to think of some way to stop what was going to happen from happening. There was no way. I was too far gone.

"Oh God, Callie! I'm going to come!" It was too late to try to warn her, or to do anything other than just let it happen.

Callie could see what was happening. She immediately wrapped her hand around my cock and began moving it up and down, while aiming it at my stomach and chest.

Sure enough, I began shooting like crazy. I had never come with a girl's hand on my cock before. I felt like I had never come harder in my life.

Even when I was finished, Callie kept holding my cock in her hand. She looked at the come on my stomach and my chest. Then she looked back at my cock, with a final drop of come still hanging there.

I had absolutely no idea what to say. Part of me was embarrassed about losing control like that. But she seemed fascinated. And for me, it was the sexiest thing ever.

"I'm sorry, Callie, I didn't mean to lose control like that. I certainly didn't want to gross you out or anything."

Callie leaned down and kissed me. "Jimmy, it's not like that at all. I loved it. It was sexy, and it was beautiful. I wasn't doing it deliberately, because I just didn't know. But I'm glad it happened. And I hope you are too. I hope you're not feeling embarrassed, not with everything we have together."

She ran her hand over my chest and stomach, feeling my come and gently rubbing it like massage oil. "Jimmy, everything about you is beautiful. Don't ever be embarrassed about anything with me."

She lay back down beside me and pulled me on my side facing her. Then she put her arms around me and hugged me, rubbing her chest and her breasts and her nipples against me. "I want to feel your come against me. And I want you to feel me against you this way."

* * *

When I got back to my room, I heard a "ping" on my phone. It was a text message from Callie:

"Remember when I said I hadn't felt the magic before? I just want you to know, with you, I feel the magic. It's so beautiful."

* * *

We seemed to have locked ourselves into our Wednesday lunch/Saturday date schedule. I'm sure I would've been happy with a lot more, but Callie was still a study nerd, and my architecture and engineering classes were way more work than any classes I had taken before.

My architecture class met on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. At the end of my Tuesday class, the professor announced that Leon Vitelli, a very famous Italian architect would be visiting the campus and would be giving a public lecture on Saturday afternoon. My professor didn't exactly require us to go to the lecture, it was pretty obvious he expected us to be there. I hadn't expected this, and it definitely seemed like a wrench in my plans.

On Wednesday, when I got together with Callie for lunch, I told her he couldn't meet her at our usual time and told her about needing to go to the lecture.

"So, is it a public lecture? If so, can I go with you? It sounds like it could be really interesting, especially after seeing all the famous buildings in France and in Italy. I think it would be a great thing for us to do together."

Wow. I had been spending all this time worrying that this was going to be awkward, but now it was looking pretty perfect.

On Saturday afternoon I met her in front of her dorm and we walked over to the architecture building holding hands.

We got there in time to get seats, but by the time the lecture started, the hall was standing room only. I had heard of the guy, but really didn't know much about him. Fortunately, Vitelli turned out to be a terrific lecturer and talked about the connections between great buildings from the past and how they inspired him, and some of the new directions in architecture from countries around the world.

The whole thing was fascinating and helped convince me more than ever that architecture was what I wanted to do. It also let Callie see what I was so excited about, and made her excited too.

We went back to Vito's for dinner and spent the whole time talking about the lecture and the different buildings and the diverse kinds of architecture that were being tried out in different places. We even talked about the design of some of the buildings on campus, and what we would do to change them.

As we left Vito's, Callie said, "You know, Jimmy, this has been the best date ever. I don't know why you didn't just say you had found a terrific thing for us to do together. I love learning new things.

"Anyhow, this has been great. And who knows, maybe we can make it even greater."

* * *

When we got to Callie's room, she gave me a quick kiss and went over to the mini-fridge to get ice cubes and start making drinks for us.

"You know, I think one of the things that I really liked about this afternoon was that felt so grown-up. I mean going to a football game or maybe a frat party is just one of those things you do in college. And going to a movie, well, there are so many movies available to stream on TV -- you know, 'Netflix and chill'? It's not really all that special. But this, listening to an international architect talking about the whole field of architecture, that's completely different. You know, you learn a bunch of stuff and you have a lot to think about. And we had all that stuff to talk about over dinner. I mean, to me, that's really sexy.

"Smart and interesting are a real turn-on. Right? I hope that that's at least part of why I turn you on. Although I don't mind turning you on in other ways too."

She came over to the bed where I was sitting. She handed me a drink and sat down beside me. We clicked glasses, and each of us took a sip.

"I hope you're not embarrassed about last Saturday," she said. "You definitely shouldn't be; if it was anyone's fault, it was mine. I would say it was my mistake, but I don't know, that doesn't really seem right. I'm pretty sure you were enjoying at least part of it, and as for me, I loved everything about it. It was beautiful, and it was something special that happened between us."

"Well," I said, "I don't know. I mean I guess I was feeling embarrassed because I wasn't expecting it and because I didn't want to gross you out. But at the same time, there was something special about it. I'm still feeling a little confused about what to think."

By now, we had finished about half our drinks. Since I hadn't had anything to drink since last Saturday, I was starting to feel mellowed out.

"You know I loved looking at your penis," she said. "Yes, it was a little bit of an accident that I ended up making you come like that, but I loved it. I loved watching all of it. I mean, if I had known what was going to happen, I wouldn't have changed anything. Would you?"

I was getting confused. I had no idea what the right answer was to anything she was saying.

"Jimmy, I've been thinking about last Saturday all week, how sexy it was, and how much I loved it. It made it hard to keep on track with all my classwork and my papers. And even while we were talking about architecture during dinner, I was still thinking about it.

"You know what I want most right now, Jimmy? Take a guess."

She put her drink down on the side table got up from the bed and kneeled in front of me. I quickly reached over and put the rest of my drink down too.

Callie reached forward and started undoing my belt. When it was unbuckled and open, she undid the main button of my pants and started trying to undo the zipper.

When I realized what she was doing, I quickly undid the zipper of my pants. I kicked off my shoes on began pulling off my pants and boxers. I made sure to take off my socks at the same time. Then I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off and sat there completely naked in front of her.

She was staring intently at me and then my penis the whole time. "You are so gorgeous, Jimmy. I've been waiting to see your penis again. Don't worry, I'm not going to let any 'accidents' happen tonight."

When she said that, I was even more confused. The "accident" was the best part. What the hell?

Callie had been kneeling in front of me. Now she moved closer between my legs and leaned forward looking at my penis. As I watched, I saw her tongue start running back and forth across her lower lip, leaving it wet and shiny. I knew the feeling; it was the same feeling I had any time I thought about her.

She leaned her head in still closer and took my penis in her hand. She was moving my penis around, looking at it from all sides and directions as I kept getting harder and harder. I loved watching her and seeing how fascinated she was with my penis. I loved getting to show it to her and letting her watch it grow.

Suddenly, she bent her head down and began kissing the tip of my penis. She was kissing all around it and then running her tongue all around it. Then she began kissing and licking her way down the front of my penis, stopping to pay attention to the sensitive spot right below the head, and slowly made her way down to my balls. Then she began slowly licking my balls all over. She wasn't looking up at me, she just seemed to be in her own world. She didn't seem to be doing it for me, so much as she was doing it because it was turning her on. Which made it even sexier for me, to watch her in her own private trance.

Eventually, she started kissing and licking her way back up. When she got to the head of my penis, she kissed around it for a moment, then started taking it in her mouth.

I hadn't been expecting this, or at least I hadn't dared to expect this. But now it was happening.

I really couldn't believe any of it. I was watching her beautiful red hair, and seeing my penis going in and out of her mouth, wet and glistening with her saliva. Her mouth felt warm and velvety and sexy and beautiful. She was sucking on me and moving her head up and down to take in as much of me as possible.

While she was sucking on me, I saw her unbuttoning her shirt and taking it off, and then taking off her bra. Then she unzipped her skirt and left it on the floor.

There I was, looking at her tits while she was sucking me off.

She stopped for a moment and pulled her head back and took my penis in her hand and began rubbing it against her breasts and her nipples.

By now, I had totally stopped trying to figure out what was the sexiest part of this all. Every bit of it was amazing and perfect.

She kept rubbing my cock all around her breasts, then took it in her hand and began pushing it directly against one nipple and then the other, with her breasts wrapping around the head. She was loving what she was doing. She wasn't looking up at me, she was just focusing on what was going on in her own head.

I think that was what I loved the most. This wasn't some porno show she was putting on for me. This was her fantasy, and somehow I was part of it.

I was wondering if I was going to end up coming this way, just fucking her nipples and her breasts. This was definitely hot. I loved getting to see her turned on like this, off in her own private world. Hell, anything she wanted was fine with me. I mean, if she was feeling it for me, you know, kind of like a show for me, that would be fine, but the idea that all of this was something that she was doing for her, that was perfect. I felt almost like a voyeur; definitely a side order of kinky.

Suddenly she stopped and pulled back. She took my hard cock in her hand, looked at it for a second, and then leaned forward and began sucking on it frantically. She was sucking way harder than before, and seemed to be trying to get all of it into her mouth.

I had already been totally turned on, and it seemed like it only took 10 seconds or so for her to put me over the edge.

I felt my balls begin to tense up. "Callie, I'm going to come!" My cock started shooting. "Callie, I'm coming for you!" I was coming like crazy, maybe harder than I had ever come before.

Callie kept on sucking, only now she was swallowing too. I was so turned on, I felt my hips pumping forward as if I was trying to get my whole cock in her mouth -- and maybe my balls too. I wanted to fill her up with me in every way.

Callie was still sucking and swallowing eagerly. When I was finally finished, she kept on sucking on my cock, more gently now. Then she started kissing all around, licking my balls, kissing my thighs, then kissing over my cock and kissing her way back up to the tip.

When she was done, she got up and sat beside me on the bed wearing only her panties. "I told you there wouldn't be any accidents tonight, right? None of that was an accident. Just so you know. All week I had been thinking about last Saturday, and thinking what a waste it was. Thinking you should have been inside my mouth so I could feel you and taste you. And tonight it all happened, and it was even better than I had imagined."

She stopped and looked at me. "Unless it freaked you out?" She looked worried.

"Callie, you didn't freak me out. You may have blown my mind, but I loved it. That was the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me."

I leaned forward and began kissing her. I always loved making out with her, but now I was also tasting traces of my come in her mouth. It was a new kind of connection between us, way beyond the week before.

* * *

I kept kissing her for a while, but then I started making my way down to her neck and her throat and began kissing her all over.

After that, I began kissing my way down her breasts and nipples, and began kissing her breasts and sucking on her nipples and feeling how hard they were against my tongue.

"Oh yes, Jimmy, that's perfect! I love it! It feels so good!" She had moved her hands to the back of my head, holding me tight against her breasts.

I kept moving my head, kissing my way down her stomach until I reached her panties. I began kissing my way around her panties until I got between her legs. Then I began kissing her pussy through her panties, and playing with her with my tongue.

I got off the bed and kneeled between her legs. I reached up and began pulling on the sides of her panties. When she realized what I was doing, she lifted her ass to make it easier to get them off.

Once her panties were on the floor, I stopped to look. There was this beautiful red bush in front of me like a glowing golden-red sunset. It was perfect.

She was watching to see my reaction. I don't know if she expected me to say something, but this wasn't a time for words.

I immediately leaned forward and buried my face in her bush. I was rubbing my face all around and kissing and licking everything.

It was all so amazing. I moved around and began kissing her thighs all over, rubbing my face against every part of her. Finally, I moved to her pussy. I began kissing up and down her lips, then started at the top sucking on them and playing with them with my tongue. I started running my tongue between her lips, tasting her and feeling her. I felt her getting wetter as everything began to open up. I was looking at all these different parts, this strange landscape, and trying to bury my face in it. I made my way back up the top and began sucking on her mound and running my tongue around her clit.

I licked and sucked my way down again until I reached the opening at the bottom. I began running my tongue around and then sticking it in as far as I could reach, feeling her and tasting her and playing with her.

By now her hips were moving up and down against my face. "Oh yes, Jimmy! It feels so good! Keep doing that!"

I was loving all of it. I couldn't have had a fantasy that came close to this.

Then I heard Callie say, "Hey, I want you to switch and lie down. There's something I want to do."

* * *

She sat up and moved to the side to give me room to lie down. Once I was lying there, she moved up and straddled me. "I want to see what it's like to sit on your face, to have you eat me this way."

I hadn't thought of this, but I loved it. I loved the idea that she could push her pussy down on my face while I was eating her, and I could feel how turned on she was by the things I was doing. I was kissing and sucking and licking everywhere, rubbing my face in her bush and her pussy, and licking my way down to her opening and then going on to play with her taint with my tongue.

When I was sticking my tongue inside her and playing with her, she would be pushing down against me to get my tongue and even my face as far inside her as possible. At the same time, I was wrapping my arms around the upper part of her legs, holding her tight to me.

"I love having you hold me like that. I feel your biceps against my legs. I love how strong your arms are. Everything about you is sexy."

After a while, she started moving her pussy down to get me back to her mound. I could feel her clit sticking out waiting for me and I began playing with it with my tongue and then sucking on it, trying to draw it into my mouth.

"Yes! Right there! Keep sucking on my clit! Keep going, don't stop!"

Her hips were bucking against me and I was holding her legs tight. "I'm coming, Jimmy! I'm coming! I'm coming for you!" I was loving all of it, especially holding her pussy tight against my face while she was coming. This may have been even sexier than when she sucked me off. I loved the idea that I was making her come like this. I would've been happy to have this keep going forever.

Eventually, her body began to relax. I felt her getting ready to get off me, so I rolled to the side and let her take my place lying down.

She lay there for a moment catching her breath and recovering. Then she looked over and kissed me gently. "Mmmm... You taste of pussy. That's neat. That's really sexy. I can't believe how amazing that was."

* * *

We were lying there, trying to absorb everything that had happened. I couldn't quite believe how different everything was now. Sometimes she would look over at me or I would look over at her, but mostly we were lying there together just holding hands.

After a while, I started running my hand up and down her body, feeling her breasts and nipples, then running my hand through her bush, then moving my hand down and feeling her pussy.

"I've already come, you know," she said. She didn't seem to be objecting to what I was doing, however.

Her pussy was still wet and her lips were open. I ran my middle finger up and down from her clit down to her opening. I felt how open she was down there and started to put the tip of his finger in. I was waiting to see if she was going to tell me to stop, but she didn't say anything. I moved my finger in a little further and felt her pussy wrapping around it. I felt her hips begin to move, and heard her say, "Keep going. Don't stop now."

He kept moving my finger deeper until it was all the way in. Then I started moving my finger around and playing with her inside.

"Oh yes, oh yes! That feels good! Keep doing that! I love feeling you inside me like that!" By now her hips were moving vigorously.

I started moving my index finger down to play with her taint, and then then began moving it up to where my other finger was moving in and out of her. I started to slide my index finger in next to my other finger. It was a tight fit, but she didn't say anything about stopping.

Finally, I had both fingers all the way inside her and was playing with her and her hips were pumping up against my hand.

I moved my head down and began sucking on her breasts and nipples. Her nipples were sticking out hard and I was playing with them with my tongue while I sucked on her breasts.

Suddenly I felt her hand reaching down, looking for my cock. I was completely hard and when she found my cock, she wrapped her hand around it and began moving her hand up and down on it.

She pulled my cock over so she could rub it against her body while I was continuing to play with her.

Finally, her hips begin to thrash frantically, pushing up hard against my hand and his fingers. At the same time, she was rubbing my cock against her as hard as she could.

"Oh my God! Oh shit! I'm coming! I'm coming like crazy!"

How loud was she screaming? Could everyone down the hall hear her? Or was I just being paranoid?

Just then, I started coming too. I was shooting on her stomach while her hips were still thrashing.

* * *

Afterwards, we lay there quietly, not sure what to think about what had just happened.

Finally, Callie reached over and pulled me towards her and held me tight against her. She buried her face against my neck and I could feel her shaking. Was she crying?

"Callie, what's wrong?" Had I done something wrong? Had I taken things too far?

"Nothing's wrong," she managed to say. She seemed to be trying to pull herself together. "Nothing's wrong," she repeated. "It was just so intense, and so beautiful. I just never imagined... I don't know... anything like it, you know?

"All this time, I was thinking I could hold back somehow. I mean, I could let go a little, but I wasn't going to lose control -- at least not completely. And I sure wasn't going to lose control of myself. But I did. I'm not sure if that's a bad thing or a good thing. I mean it's always been so important to me to be sensible, to be focused... I guess I'm just feeling very confused.

"Don't get me wrong. It was amazing, all of it. But..."

I had no idea what was going on or what to think. Had I just screwed everything up? What was I supposed to do, or say, or whatever in this kind of situation?

"Jimmy, you're so wonderful. I hope you know that."

Now I was definitely waiting for a "but..."

"I mean, I knew when we went walking in the park that first time how different you were from anyone I had dated. And it was great. And that was a lot of why I could do things with you that I wouldn't have done with anyone else. But I still thought, I don't know, I thought I could keep things in bounds. Not let things get messed up.

"Look, I could see how you were feeling about me. But you were trying not to let it show too much. I figured you were worried that I didn't feel that way -- or at least not that much -- and that if you said anything about your feelings it would turn me off. That maybe somehow, in spite of all the things we were doing, I didn't want to have you as anything more than a friend.

"Well, I've been hiding things too. I mean I pretty much let you know that you turned me on. And even the rest of the time we always had a good time together. But I didn't really want to let you know what was really happening with me. Like when I was in high school and dating all those guys, I never wanted to get emotionally involved. It would've messed up who I was.

"With you, maybe I thought I could just have better version of what I had had in high school. Have fun, maybe go a little further -- or maybe quite a bit further, but still keep my boundaries, you know, my emotional boundaries?

"I guess I started freaking out just now because I knew it wasn't working anymore. I mean I was letting myself go with you, really letting go, doing things...

"I was surprised at myself. You were never pushing me, I was letting loose a side of me that was almost scary. I mean, it was beautiful, it was amazing, but it was so intense. Was I letting myself get out of control?

"That was scary, but there was something else. The problem was you. That was what I really couldn't control. It was nice that we had those childhood connections, that you are interested in interesting things, you had gotten so ripped, and maybe especially that you were so damn cute. I knew all that. What I hadn't counted on was my feelings.

"You know how at the end of our first date -- that does count as a first date doesn't it? -- I told you that you'd have memories of my naked tits to think about during the week until the next date? Well, I had all those memories of that evening too. I kept thinking about you all week.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I've been falling in love with you all this time. I don't know if I wanted to; I certainly didn't plan it that way. And I guess it kind of scares the hell out of me. It means I have something with you I really don't want to lose.

She had kind of been looking down while she was telling me all this. Now she raised her head and looked at me: "Anyway, Jimmy, I do love you. I want you to know that."

She leaned forward and hugged me tight against her.

"Callie, I love you too. You've known that for quite a while, but I was kind of afraid to say anything. I didn't want to freak you out or make you feel you had to, you know, make some sort of decision or something. You're so amazing and so perfect. I love everything about you."

We just sat and hugged each other for a long time.

After a while, I said, "I'd love to stay here with you all night, you know that."

She looked at me. "Jimmy, you know I'd love that too. But if you stayed, we'd just end up keeping on going. I want us to have everything we've just done to think about all week. I want next weekend to be special, our own special time together. Something we will always remember. Is that okay?"

Of course I wanted to stay, I hated the thought of leaving, but she was right. Still, it was going to be a long week.

* * *

When we got together for lunch on Wednesday, I was feeling just a little nervous. Was I remembering Saturday night right? Had she really said she loved me? And even if she had, was she now regretting it?

Callie smiled and gave me a big hug. She was holding me really tightly; it was much more than the usual friendly hug. "Jimmy, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. You're really distracting me from my classes and my homework."

She held my hand as we went over to get trays and pick out lunch. When we sat down at a table together, usually she sat facing me, but this time she sat on the side next to me. I felt her leg against me.

We didn't do much talking, mainly we just sat there, both of us kind of absorbing what had happened with us. We were nowhere near this being a normal state. I wasn't even sure if we would end up eating the food we had ordered.

Callie seemed lost in thought. "You know, it's so many things. On the one hand, you're James, this totally hot and totally ripped and totally sexy guy -- who, by the way, has no idea how sexy he really is -- and on the other hand, for me, you're also Jimmy, this wonderful kid I used to hold hands with in Johnson Park and you were so proud and so protective of me. It felt so wonderful being with him, and I still feel those echoes today.

"You know how in the South they use double names, like Joe-Bob or Cathy-Lynn? You could be Jimmy-James. Or at least my Jimmy-James. Don't worry, if I end up introducing you to anyone, will be strictly as James."

When it was almost time for Callie to head out to class, she said: "I made dinner reservations for us for Saturday night at Flambé, you know, the fancy restaurant? Don't worry, it's my treat. I just thought it would be nice to do something different and special. The reservation is for 6:30, so I was thinking we could maybe go back to the art museum for a little while in the afternoon, then each of us could go back to our rooms and get dressed and meet outside my dorm around 5:30. I don't think you need a suit, but probably a sports jacket and slacks would be good."

She got up and picked up her tray. I was still finishing my coffee. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Yes, don't worry, I do love you."

* * *

Saturday afternoon, we went over to the art museum again. We found a section set up by the architecture department with photographs of buildings from different architectural styles and various architectural drawings and stuff. After the lecture we had listened to, it was all very fascinating.

Around 4:30, Callie suggested it was time for us to head out and get ready for dinner.

I took a quick shower and shaved again. I didn't have a suit -- not much need for one as a college freshman. But I did have a pretty decent sports jacket and slacks that went with it. I wasn't sure if I would need a tie, but it seemed better to wear one and not need it.

I got to Callie's dorm just as she was coming out. She was wearing a white blouse, a knee-length lavender skirt, lavender stockings, and high heels. She looked incredibly elegant and grown-up. Damn. I should've gone out and gotten a suit.

"James, you look great," she said.

"Callie, you look amazing. Wow!"

"Thanks, James. I just hope I can walk that far okay in these shoes. I'm not used to wearing high heels."

"Well, you do look great in them." And she did. They made her legs look longer and gave them even more definition. It was like she was from some different level of existence.

Fortunately, we didn't have too far to walk. The restaurant was about a block from campus. It wasn't really a place that students went -- it was way too expensive for that. Mostly it catered to a business crowd and well-heeled alumni back in town for football games.

Flambé was by far the fanciest restaurant in town, with lots of dark wood paneling and candles and waiters with white shirts and black vests. They had a wide-ranging menu, with lots of continental specialties, but their big attraction was their aged steaks.

We were seated at a booth with a good view of the rest of the dining room. It looked like something out of a movie with all of the staff perfectly trained and choreographed. There was even a sommelier with a leather-bound wine list holding lengthy conversations with guests about various vintages.

Neither of us was 21, and the sommelier discreetly skirted by us.

When the waiter arrived, Callie ordered a steak. I was tempted to order something cheaper, but I realized the significance of the meal and of the evening and ordered a steak as well. A keto meal with lots of protein was probably in order.

While we were waiting for our food to arrive, we held hands and watched the activity in the rest of the room. Then Callie looked at me with a serious expression.

"Jimmy, there's something I want to tell you. It's about where I am and where you are... and where we are."

Uh oh. Did we have to get serious, just when things seemed to be going so well?

Callie squeezed my hands in hers. "You know what I was like in high school. You and I didn't talk much, but I was a pretty visible feature in our class. I was good-looking and bubbly and perky and smart. I was the hot redhead. I was friendly, I wasn't into any of those cliques. And, of course, pretty much every guy in the class would've loved to bang me. I wasn't a cheerleader, but I might as well have been one for the image I had.

"Even I bought into it. Who was I? I was living up to everyone else's expectations, even my parents'. I had lots of friends but no super-close friends. What everyone knew about me was what they saw. I'm not complaining. It seemed like it was exciting and fun.

"Europe changed things. It was different and so much bigger. I loved seeing so many new things, meeting relatives from different countries, and learning so many interesting things. High school started looking very small. My old life started looking very small.

"When I came here to State, I realized I didn't want to just do another four years of high school even if it was college. I could see how easy it would be to fall into the same pattern and not really change at all.

"That's why seeing you again was such a big deal. You were the only one who knew me in a completely different way. And yes, our memories of our time together were from when we were just kids. But that meant we started from a completely different place.

"But there's another part of it too. You're different from what you were in high school. That Boot Camp course didn't just get you in shape, it changed you into a different person. You ditched your old haircut because you weren't that same old person anymore. The thing is, you haven't caught up with yourself yet. You really don't realize how hot you are. I'm not sure I should even tell you that, but you are.

"The other thing is you're smart, and you're excited about the future. I'm not sure why you weren't taking AP courses in high school. They're actually not nearly as big a deal as people think -- they're basically a high school version of what they think a college course should be, but really, college is totally different."

She squeezed my hands again.

"I guess what I'm saying is I don't want to be who I used to be anymore, and you're already not who you used to be. If you have any doubts about why I'm with you, don't. I'm happier with you than I've ever been, and I feel more myself when I'm with you than I ever did before."

* * *

The waiter arrived with our steaks. This was definitely the fanciest steak I had ever had. Perfect medium-rare, perfect baby potatoes on the side. If I ever became rich, I could get used to this.

We were about halfway through our steaks when Callie said, "Oh damn. I was in such a hurry to get dressed, I forgot to put on panties. Well, hopefully I won't end up flashing the rest of the restaurant when I exit the booth."

Needless to say, this pantyless image stayed with me for the rest of dinner. The steak was absolutely the best I had ever had, but I still couldn't stop thinking about what was out of sight under the table.

After we finished our steaks, Callie suggested we share an ice cream dessert. The waiter brought us two glasses of brandy, "compliments of the house."

"I think they give it to us instead of us buying it so they can't be accused of selling us liquor," Callie said. "I don't know how that would actually hold up legally, but on the other hand, the Liquor Control Board isn't likely to waste a lot of time checking a place like this when there are so many student bars close to the campus."

* * *

It was a beautiful evening when we left the restaurant. Callie was holding my hand and we were starting to head back to her dorm.

Then a sudden thought hit me. Oh shit. Trying to sound casual, I said, "Uh, do you think there's a drugstore or something we could stop by at on the way?"

Callie stopped and looked at me. "Are you serious? Did you not think of this until now?".

"Ummm... ah..." I had no idea what to say. She was completely right. I was an idiot.

Callie watched me trying to fumble my way out of this. She was trying not to laugh. "Hey, it's okay. You probably don't know this, but for most girls who go in for a checkup with their doctor in high school or especially if they're headed off to college, the doctor will want to be proactive. College students find it way too easy to make bad decisions, especially if they've been drinking. The doctor can try to prevent at least some of the problems that could occur.

"So don't worry, I'm on the pill. And I really don't want us to have to be using anything else. I want to feel you, and I want you to feel me. All of it. Okay?"

* * *

When we arrived at Callie's room, it hit me. This is it. This is really it. I know I should have been excited, but I also was feeling the weight of all this. I wanted everything to be perfect. This wasn't something we were fumbling our way into after a few too many drinks.

I was still in my jacket and tie, and Callie was still in her dress outfit. It was almost like we were two different people than all those other nights.

I sat down on the bed and Callie went to the fridge for margaritas. "I know we had some brandy at dinner, but I thought a Margarita might be a good idea, don't you?"

I was absolutely ready for a drink. It was strange watching Callie still in her heels. It didn't seem very practical, but it was definitely sexy. She had great legs no matter what, but now I couldn't take my eyes off them.

She handed me a drink and sat down beside me. She raised her glass. "To you and me, to us... and to the night. To my lover to be."

We clicked glasses. I was tempted to down my drink in one shot. Maybe we should wait till next week? Or the week after?

"Jimmy, maybe it's time for you to take off your jacket and tie. I don't think they'll be much use... unless maybe you're thinking of using the tie for something kinkier than I had been thinking of -- at least for tonight."

I stood up and took off my jacket and undid my tie and pulled it off. I walked over to the armchair and put my jacket and tie on it. In the meantime, Callie turned off the overhead light and dimmed the lamp near the bed.

"I don't want it to be too bright," she was saying, "but I do want us to be able to see."

She saw me walking back towards the bed. "Actually, Jimmy, this might be a good time for you to take the rest of it off too."

This seemed slightly embarrassing, but still, that's what we were here for, right?

I went back to the chair and started taking everything else off and putting the clothes on the chair. Callie was watching the whole time. "I love watching you get naked," she said.

I went back and sat down on the bed. Callie stood in front of me, still looking sophisticated and elegant in her outfit, while I was sitting there nude.

"Are you ready?" she said. She reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse, button by button. I sat there watching every move. When she was done, she pulled the blouse out of her skirt and walked over and put it on top of my clothes on the chair. She came back and stood in front of me wearing her lavender bra. She reached behind her and unhooked it, then let it slide off her shoulders. She tossed her bra over to the chair and stood facing me. Her breasts were looking almost fuller than before, and her nipples were beginning to stick out as if they were waiting for me.

"Like the show so far?" she said.

"I love it," I said.

"For this next part, I want you to close your eyes for a minute."

What? I was loving this show just the way it was going.

I closed my eyes. I heard zipping and some other sounds but I couldn't figure out what was happening.

Then she said, "Okay."

I opened my eyes. Callie had taken off her skirt and put it on the chair. Now she was standing in front of me in her high heels with her lavender hose and a lavender garter belt, and her bright red bush at the center of everything.

"I told you at dinner I wasn't wearing panties, although I definitely didn't forget them. I just wanted to give you something to think about at dinner.

"I wanted to do something different for you," she said. "Something I never would've thought of doing before. I couldn't quite believe I was going to the store to buy this stuff. But it was sexy picking it out, especially since I had already figured I wasn't going to be wearing panties. I definitely would have been embarrassed if anyone I had known was in the store and saw me."

She was enjoying watching my reaction. "There's something I need to explain to you. I love doing this for you and I love turning you on this way, but I'm also doing it for myself.

"You know how I told you that in high school, even though I was going out with a lot of guys, I wasn't doing a lot of stuff that some of the other girls were doing. Part of it was that I knew how word got around in high school about what everyone was doing, and especially since I was pretty high profile and I was in a bunch of honors classes and studied a lot, it would've been a really big deal, and I would've turned into the school's biggest slut. The thing is, if you're a girl and do something with one guy, that becomes the new expectation for everyone else who goes out with you. I certainly didn't want that.

"The other part was that none of the guys I went out with, even the guys I liked, turned me on that way. So I ended up as kind of a Little Miss Goody Two Shoes.

"When I ran into you again, I guess it was so many things. I mean for one thing, suddenly, there you were and you were just so damn cute. At the same time, Boot Camp had made you look totally hot. You looked so different and sexy, and at the same time, we had all those years of history together. I don't know, you weren't trying to put the make on me, you were just genuinely really nice, and I knew I could trust you. And damn, there you were, turning me on like crazy. So maybe I'm acting a little over the top with you, but it doesn't feel like that, it just feels right. You know what I mean?

"I guess part of what I'm saying is that I'm doing this for me too. Just because I've always been 'the good girl,' that doesn't mean I don't want the chance to be kinky and slutty too. To do the kinds of things that aren't 'proper,' that no one would ever think I would do. I mean I loved the look on your face when I told you I had forgotten my panties and you suddenly realized I was wearing stockings and a garter belt, with a completely naked pussy.

"I mean, dinner at Flambé was an amazing meal, but when you think about it later on, you won't be remembering the food. That idea really turns me on.

"I want this -- I want to be free to be totally sexy, totally kinky, be whatever I want -- and with you I feel safe about doing things I wouldn't have even thought of doing before."

* * *

I couldn't believe how amazing she looked. She always looked beautiful, but this was beautiful and sexy and kinky, but also incredibly private and intimate.

"Callie, you look amazing. You look so totally sexy I can't believe it."

She stepped forward towards me. She was still wearing her high heels, so her bright red bush was right in front of my face. I leaned forward and began rubbing my face in her bush.

"You know," I heard her saying above me, "we could have just gone to Vito's for pizza and come back here and gotten naked and done it. But this is a big deal. For both of us, and for us. I wanted to do everything I could to make it special. To make it a memory that neither of us would ever forget."

I felt her pulling me up. When I was standing, facing her, she looked at me with a serious look on her face: "I love you, Jimmy. I want this to be a beautiful night we both remember for the rest of our lives."

"Callie, you are the most amazing person I have ever met in my life. I love you, and every moment we have ever spent together is embedded in my heart."

We both leaned forward and began kissing, holding each other tight. I loved feeling her breasts against my chest, and I was running my hands around her back and then down to her ass and then to her garter belt and stockings. Somehow, we were both moving into adulthood together.

* * *

Callie let go of me and stepped back. She stepped out of her high heels and began moving the extra pillows out of the way. Then she began pulling the bedspread down. "We've never actually used this as a bed before."

She sat down on the bed in front of where I was still standing. "I want to feel and taste your cock again, and I also want to get you wet."

I was semi-hard and watched as she took my cock in her mouth and started sucking on me. I always loved watching her suck on me and seeing my cock going in and out of her mouth. It didn't take long for me to get totally turned on.

She stopped. "I think you're ready," she said. "No need to take a chance on any accidents."

She lay down on the bed with her head on the pillow and her legs open for me. Her bright red bush was waiting for me. I got on the bed and kneeled down between her legs and began eating her pussy. I buried my face in her bush and then began licking and sucking all over her pussy. She was already wet, and I could feel her juice all over my face. I wrapped my arms around her legs, feeling the tops of her stockings against my biceps, and feeling her garter belt against my forehead.

I felt her hips moving up against my face. "Jimmy, that feels so good!"

I could've kept on eating her indefinitely, but I heard her say, "Jimmy, I'm ready for you. I want you to fuck me."

I raised myself up and positioned myself between her legs. This was really it.

I took my cock in one hand and began rubbing it up and down between her lips. Everything was open for me and her whole pussy was glistening wet. The lavender stockings and garter belt framed the whole picture. I moved my cock down to her opening and began pushing it in, slowly and carefully. Everything felt wonderful. She was warm and wet and eager for me. I began moving in and out slowly, feeling how tight she was, but feeling myself getting further and further in.

"Oh God, Jimmy, it feels so good! You feel so good! I want you all the way inside me! Keep going, all the way!"

"Carrie, you feel so good! I love the way you feel inside! You feel so warm and velvety and sexy and loving! I love you so much!"

"I love you, Jimmy! Keep fucking me! Fuck me as hard as you can!"

I began moving faster and harder, feeling myself getting further inside with each stroke. Finally, I felt myself banging against her pussy and felt my balls banging against her.

"I'm all the way inside you, Carrie! You feel so good! I love being inside you this way!"

"You feel so big, Jimmy! You feel so good! Fuck me as hard as you can! I want to feel you shooting everything inside me!"

I began pounding against her as fast and as hard as I could. Her hips were pounding up against me, and she was holding me tight with her arms. I felt myself starting to come, wanting to fill her up completely, wanting to make the two of us merge into one.

"I'm coming for you Callie, I'm shooting everything for you! I love you!"

"Oh yes, Jimmy, fuck me! Fuck me all the way! I love you! I want all of you!"

We were both fucking frantically. We were coming wildly in a frenzy of sex and emotion. We were trying to dissolve into each other.

Finally, we rolled over and lay there side-by-side. "That was beautiful, Jimmy, that was perfect!" She reached out and hugged me tight.

"That was perfect, Callie. I love being inside you, I love coming inside you, I love making love to you

"There was a poem we read in my English class. I don't remember the author or the name of the poem, but this one line keeps coming back to me: 'Flowers grew where we lay, and beauty was everywhere.' That's how I feel with you."

* * *

We lay there for a while, not saying anything, just looking in each other's eyes.

I was running my hand slowly up and down her body, just enjoying all her curves and the softness of her skin as well as the kinkiness of her outfit.

Callie began running her hand around my body and finally ended up feeling my cock and my balls. She cupped my balls in her hand, and asked, "So, are you feeling more sophisticated and grown-up?"

I thought for a moment, trying to understand how I was feeling. "No, I don't think that's it. It's something different. A new dimension or something. A feeling of connection between us. More relaxed, more complete. Making love with you is different from almost making love with you. Even though those other nights were sexy as hell. Right now I just feel completely together with you. I love it."

She smiled. "Yes, I think that's what it is. Also, I just love to be able to play with you like this."

She moved her hand and wrapped it around my cock. I could feel myself starting to get hard again. "That's nice, does that mean you're ready for another round?"

"Um... yeah. Are you?"

"I'm probably a little sore, but I want your dick inside me again anyway. Only this time, I'm going to be on top."

She skootched over to the side to let me lie down. Then she lifted one leg over me and straddled me. She took my cock in her hand and began rubbing it around her pussy. Pretty soon everything was wet and she started guiding my cock inside her.

"I definitely am sore," she said, "but I'm also feeling incredibly horny for this."

She began moving slowly up and down on my cock, letting it go and further each time. "I love feeling your cock going into me this way. I love the feeling of being the one doing the fucking. I love the idea that this time it's my pussy fucking your cock."

She began moving up and down faster, working to get all of me inside her. I was loving watching her, watching her body, watching her lavender hose and garter belt, watching her breasts, watching my cock disappearing into her pussy.

Finally I was all the way inside her, right up to the balls. She began grinding against me slowly, and leaned forward so her breasts were hanging above my face. "Suck on my nipples! I want to feel you sucking on my nipples while I have your cock all the way inside me!"

I lifted my head up and began sucking on her nipples. They were sticking out completely hard. I went from one breast to the other sucking as hard as I could running my tongue around her nipples.

"I love that! I love feeling my nipples getting turned on like that while your cock is still all the way inside me! It's like some wild electric current running from my nipples to my pussy!"

Her hips started moving faster and grinding against me harder. She raised herself up and began moving her pussy around in all directions. "I want to feel your cock everywhere inside me! I love getting to do this!"

Her hips began to take on the new rhythm, almost out of control. I began to wonder if she might end up ripping my cock off in her frenzy. I grabbed onto the cheeks of her ass to hold us together. I was feeling myself getting ready to start shooting at any second.

Her hips began to move back and forth like a jackhammer. "Oh fuck! I'm coming! Fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can! Scotland forever! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

I was shooting wildly inside her, trying to hold on in the middle of all this, hoping my cock would still be attached when she was done.

* * *

In the end, she fell forward on me. She lay there, breathing heavily at first, then slowly relaxing.

Eventually, she lifted her head up and looked at me. "Oh my God, did I really do that? Are you okay? I feel like I totally lost it. Was that okay? I mean, I didn't expect to be that way. I'm always about control."

I hugged her. "Callie, that was the most amazing thing ever. It was absolutely beautiful. I loved getting to see you that way. It was kind of feral -- you know, primal, primitive, animal, not thinking about anything else. You weren't doing it for anyone else, it just came out of you. It was perfect. I loved it. I loved everything about it.

"You know I was in love with you already, but this took everything to a whole new level. You weren't hiding anything from me and you don't ever have to. I loved it, and I love you, and that was the sexiest thing ever."

"I love you Jimmy. You turn me on like crazy. I just had no idea how intense this could get. I love that you are okay with it. I guess maybe you're my partner in crime? I keep thinking of the two of us walking through Johnson Park all those years ago holding hands, the two of us against the world.

"By the way, you know you're not going anywhere tonight. You're staying right here with me, and we're waking up together in the morning. And who knows what we'll do then?"

She stood up beside the bed and unhooked her stockings and undid her garter belt and tossed them on the floor in a pile. "I loved being kinky like that for both of us, but now I just want to feel you skin to skin. Nothing that isn't us."

I leaned over and began kissing her beautiful bare legs. Then she got back up on the bed with me and began rubbing her bare legs against mine. It felt like a whole new kind of sex as we slowly nodded off to sleep.

* * *

We woke up in the morning with daylight showing through the blinds. I had to remind myself that this was real, that Callie really was beside me.

We probably could've started playing around right away, but it was definitely going to be nicer if we cleaned up first.

There was a gender-neutral bathroom around the corner. Callie put on a bathrobe. My clothes from last night weren't exactly right for a cover-up, so I took one of Callie's large towels and wrapped it around my waist and let her go out first to see if the coast was clear.

Callie and I shared her toothbrush to brush our teeth, and then hopped in the shower together.

Getting to shower with Callie was a blast. We soaped each other up all over, enjoying every minute of it. "It's too bad we can't do this all the time," she said. "I love how much time you spend soaping up my pussy, and I love playing with your soapy cock and balls. This is way more fun than showering on my own."

At one point, we heard someone trying the door. "I'm taking a shower," Callie called out. "I just got started and I also need to shave my legs, so it will be a while."

We were relieved to hear the sound of retreating footsteps. "It's a co-ed dorm," Callie said, "so it's not exactly against the rules, but I'm not looking to advertise it either."

Once we were finished and dried off, Callie opened the door and looked out to see if anyone was watching. We were in the clear and hurried back to her room.

Once we were inside, she untied her damp robe and towel and put them on her study chair in front of her computer. She turned to me, pulled off the towel I was wearing around my waist, and tossed it on top of her stuff. Then she stepped forward and pressed her body against me and began kissing me.

"I think we're both ready for some more fun, don't you?"

After getting to play with each other the shower, I was more than ready. She led me over to the bed and motioned for me to lie down. "I want to be on top again," she said.

I lay down and she got on the bed and straddled me. She started rubbing my cock against her pussy, and gradually moved it down to her opening and began pushing herself down on me. She felt incredibly tight and I watched her continue to push down get more of me inside her.

Finally, when I was almost completely inside her, paused and looked at me. "This time I want you to put your arms up back above your head."

Put my arms up and let them lie on the pillow. She leaned forward and reached out for my hands with hers. "I'm pinning you down while I fuck you. You don't have a say. Just lie back and let it happen. Let me happen."

She was grinding herself against my cock, moving her hips around in all directions. Meanwhile, she was leaning so far forward holding onto my hands and her nipples were in front of my face. I moved my head up and began sucking wildly.

She didn't let go of my hands, but I felt her body begin to quiver. A moment later I felt her hips beginning to move rapidly against my cock.

"Yes, I'm coming! I'm coming hard!" Her hips were slamming against me.

* * *

In spite of everything she was doing, I was holding out. I didn't want to come yet. I wanted my own turn.

When Callie finally relaxed and fell against me, I held her for a moment, but then quickly moved to turn us over so I was on top. I quickly slid my cock all the way in her and felt my balls bump against her. I took her hands in mine and held her arms back up over her head to pin her down the way she had held me down. Holding myself up this way and holding her down, I could feel all my muscles getting pumped. I could feel my arms and my shoulders and my biceps and my chest and my abs all getting a work-out.

I had one more thought. I took her legs and moved them towards her shoulders. I held her down that way with her bush and pussy facing up as my cock went in and out of her.

I began fucking her hard, pounding against her and thrusting in as far as I could reach. I wasn't quite sure what had gotten into me, I just knew I wanted this.

I heard Callie saying, "Oh my God! Yes! You are so ripped! Do anything you want to me! This is so sexy! Just fuck me like crazy! Shoot everything all the way inside me!"

Hearing everything she was saying turned me on even more. I began pounding faster and harder and felt myself coming in what felt like a completely new way. This wasn't about making love, this was about entering the animal kingdom, about being part of the most ancient and primal mating drive and feeling it in every part of me.

When I finally collapsed on top of Callie, she held me to her tight. "Oh my God, I can't believe what you just did. I can't believe how primitive the whole thing was. You just took me and fucked the hell out of me like some alpha male on the savanna. You just pinned me down and fucked me.

"What I really can't believe is how much I loved it. It's against everything I believe in, but oh my God, I loved it! You can fuck me anytime, anyplace, any way you want!"

I had rolled off her and was lying beside her. Her legs were still open and I could see my come dripping out of her. I reached over and took her hand and had both of us feel the mix of her juice and my come and her pussy.

We rolled over and were lying facing each other. "Jimmy, was that really you? I never thought of you that way. Remember when I talked about you being 'Jimmy-James'? I think I need some other name to add to the mix -- maybe Conan the Barbarian or something.

"Don't worry, I'm not freaked out, I'm just sort of amazed. Who knew all this could happen so fast? I think both of us are more complicated than we ever imagined. Probably that's a good thing. At least it's a lot less boring."

* * *

We lay there a while longer. There was a pesky thought running through my mind. I certainly didn't want to say anything about it, but somehow it slipped out.

"Callie, do you think we're bad for each other? You know, I mean..."

Callie didn't brush the question off. She thought about it. Finally, she said, "No, I don't think that's it. I mean with you, I get to become the 'bad girl' I've never gotten to be before. Which certainly doesn't mean I haven't wanted to. Don't you think I got really tired of all the time I spent controlling things? Not doing things? With you, I do them. I'm grateful to you for that.

"As for you, you've got more 'bad boy' in you than you realize. There was a little bit of it before, but tonight it was all there. That was the sexiest thing ever. Don't ever worry about it or apologize for it.

"We're not 'bad' for each other, we're perfect for each other."

* * *

We went over to the student center for breakfast. I felt a little odd wearing my sports jacket and slacks, but at least it wasn't a suit. My version of a "walk of shame" outfit?

So much had happened in less than 24 hours. Neither of us was really ready to talk about it, it was too new with too many moving parts. But it was clear we had reached a whole new level between us. However strange some things might seem, we had made our way through them and felt even better about ourselves and each other.

After breakfast, we walked around the campus a bit. Then, for a change, I was the one who had work to do -- a big project for architecture class.

Callie gave me a quick kiss, then called out as I was walking away, "Hey, you know I've never even seen your room. Next weekend we should stay over at your place."

* * *

When we got together that Wednesday, Callie was carrying a bag with her. "I brought this for you to take to your room. I thought it would be nice to go jogging in the afternoon, and this way, I'd have something to change into afterwards."

* * *

Saturday afternoon was perfect, with lots of sun. The air had cooled down, not quite chilly but perfect for an easy run. Callie looked perfect in her running shorts. Still, I wondered how much I would have to slow down for her. I mean, I had been keeping up with my jogging at least twice a week at a fairly decent pace.

There was a jogging path that went around the edge of one side of the campus. We started out heading for the path. I was deliberately keeping it slow, but Callie began going faster, as if to see if I could keep up. She was going at least as fast as my normal pace, so I sped up to draw even with her. From there, we both kept up a pretty good pace.

"I went out for track in high school, you know," she said. "I even took part in a few meets. It feels good to get back to it."

I hadn't known anything about that. I had been too busy just hanging out with my buddies after school. I was really glad I had taken the Boot Camp course over the summer. Even with that, I wasn't at all sure which of us was faster.

We probably ran about 5 or 6 miles at a brisk pace. Not enough to be exhausting, but definitely enough to get us pumped. The best part of running is the runner's high, that feeling of being totally into your physical side, kind of like being a werewolf under a full moon. We could've kept going, but this wasn't about turning anything into an endurance contest.

We stopped at the end of the jogging trail and just walked over to my dorm.

* * *

I was a little nervous about having Callie come to my room. My dorm was older and my room was smaller. And I certainly didn't have the sense of style that Callie had in decorating her room. At least I had gone out and bought some extra pillows put on my bed to make it a kind of sofa to sit on. But my closest approach to mood lighting was a lava lamp, which seemed like a relic from long ago. On the other hand, my room was kind of out of the way in a side hallway with just my room on one side and a single bathroom on the other. The bathroom was available for anyone to use, but mostly, I was the only one using it. Also, since my room was on the third floor and there were no other buildings directly facing my room, I didn't really have to worry about putting my blinds down or privacy in general.

We had just been walking side-by-side from the jogging trail, but now, inside my dorm, Callie reached out and held my hand.

Once we were inside my room, we stripped off our running clothes and tossed them on the floor. Callie was standing there naked with the sun pouring in. I had never seen her naked in daylight before. She looked magnificent -- tall, flaming red hair, lean, athletic.

She stood there, slightly sweaty.

"What do you think?" she asked.

Of course she looked amazing, she always did. It took me a moment to figure out what she meant. Then I saw -- she had trimmed the sides of her bush. "I shaved it into a landing strip for you. I kept it wide, since I know you like my bush, but I wanted to do something new and sexy. Do you like it?"

It was perfect. Her bright red bush was still there for me to bury my face in, but now the lean athleticism of her legs was highlighted in an almost animal way.

"That is absolutely perfect. I love how it shows off your legs and how athletic you are. It's sexy as hell. I can't quite believe you did that. But I love it. It makes you look even sexier."

She smiled. "Listen, is there a shower I can use? I'm all sweaty."

Shower? "I don't care," I said. "That's exactly how I want you. I want all of it. I want your pussy, I want your sweat, I want everything. In German, they have two different words -- 'essen,' for when people eat, and 'fressen,' for when animals eat. With you looking like that, I just want to fressen you."

I kneeled down and rubbed my face in her bush and began kissing and licking all around. There was all the familiar scent and taste of her pussy, but now mixed with the sweat and animal musk from our run. It was the sexiest thing ever. I was licking her lips and sucking on her pussy and trying to bury my face in her.

I felt her hips pushing against my face. She reached her hands down to hold my head tight against her. "Oh my God, Jimmy! That is so hot! All that running really turned me on."

She let go of me and stepped back. "My turn. I want your sweaty cock in my mouth. I want to feel how turned on you are."

She began sucking on me, trying to get as much of my cock into her mouth as she could. I loved watching her, watching her bright red hair, watching my wet cock moving in and out of her mouth.

After a little while, she stopped. "I don't want you to come yet, we have a lot of fucking to do."

She stood up and looked around at my room.

"So, Jimmy, do you jerk off a lot when you're not with me?"

Normally, this would be a pretty embarrassing question. But I also knew this had the potential to be a sexy question for her.

I decided to tell her the truth. "Of course. Sometimes in my bed, sometimes in the shower." That was the obvious stuff. I decided to add one other detail. I couldn't quite decide if it was embarrassing or kinky, but what the hell. "Sometimes I stand in front of the window when jerking off. It's kind of kinky, kind of exhibitionistic, even though no one can really see. But, for some reason, it turns me on. I guess it's a little like being naked in public -- or maybe having sex in public."

* * *

Callie went over to the window and stood naked looking out at the scene below. There were some walkways below, but they were kind of far away. She could see people walking along, but she was pretty certain none of them were looking up in her direction or could see her clearly even if they did. Still, standing there naked like that in full daylight, with no curtains to hide her, was kind of turning her on. Yes, she had gone topless at the beach in Denmark, but that was different. That was a defined circumstance. It wasn't breaking any rules. This was completely different, and besides, this time she was completely naked. Even her bright red bush was out there for any onlookers.

* * *

I was watching her standing there in front of the window. I was pretty sure I knew the kinds of things she was thinking; I was pretty sure it was a lot like what I felt when I stood naked in front of the window and jerked off.

I came up behind her and reached around and felt her breasts. I played with her nipples and felt them getting hard. Then I ran one hand down to her bush and began running my fingers through it and then started playing with her pussy.

She was getting turned on, and I could feel her pussy getting wet. She was kind of pushing back against me and holding my hands against her breasts and her pussy.

I slowly moved my hands away and moved down behind her to feel her ass. I was loving just running my hands around her ass cheeks while she was standing there completely naked in front of the window.

I felt her pushing back against me. She was pushing me back and leaning forward holding onto the windowsill. She was arching her back to angle her pussy towards me. "Put it in me now, Jimmy. Right here."

I began rubbing my cock up and down against her pussy, and then began sliding it in. I felt her warm wet flesh wrap tight around me. With her leaning forward, both of us could see the people in the distance while we were fucking there in full daylight.

This whole thing was feeling incredibly kinky and was turning me on like crazy. "See that group of people down there?" I said. "I'm pretty sure they've spotted us. They're just standing there looking up. I think one of them has their smart phone out and is making a video of us. Maybe it will go up on one of the campus websites and we'll become campus celebrities."

She laughed. "We'll have to download it if they do, and keep it for our scrapbook. It might be the start of our porn movie career."

We kept on fucking, both of us looking out at the scene below by checking to see who might be watching us and enjoying the show we were putting on for them.

I reached for the bottom of the window. "Maybe if they hear us, they'll look up and see what we're doing'. After all, I think we deserve as big an audience as we can get."

She pulled my hand away. "Don't you dare! Just keep fucking me!"

Pretty soon we were both hitting our endpoint. I started coming and her hips began hanging back against me. "Oh yes, Jimmy! Fill me up! Don't stop!"

We stayed in place for a while, still watching the people in the distance, none of whom seemed to be paying the slightest attention. I'm not sure if we were more relieved or disappointed.

When we separated and stood up, Callie looked at me. "Did we really just do that? What kind of girl do you think I am? Do you think I enjoy being kinky?"

The problem with her outburst was that she was smiling. She loved all of it.

I didn't say anything.

"That was kinky, wasn't it? I loved it. That was a total turn-on. I mean, I don't know if I should like it, but I did. Did you like it? I mean you're the one who likes to jerk off in front of the window."

"Yeah," I said, "that was definitely kinky. And I loved everything about it. Especially how much you got off on it. I think that's what turned me on most of all. I mean you never would've imagined doing something like that before we came up here just now. That's just totally sexy."

She stepped towards me and held me and began kissing me. She wasn't kissing me passionately so much as she was kissing me erotically, hungrily.

Even though we had just finished fucking only a few minutes earlier, I found myself starting to get hard again. She was rubbing her breasts against me and grinding her hips against me.

"I want more," she said. "I want us to fuck some more. Right now."

* * *

She took my hand and led me over to my bed. "I want you to fuck me doggy style, from behind, just like we were fucking at the window."

She got up on the bed and kneeled down on her knees and elbows, arching her back and pushing her pussy towards me. This was even better than when she was leaning forward at the window. Normally, I liked being able to see her face, but this was a whole different thing. It was like two animals just fucking. Down to the most feral level.

I got up behind her, between her legs, and started rubbing my cock up and down her pussy, feeling how wet she was. Then I began rubbing it up against her taint.

"Oh wow, that feels weird," she said. "Weird, but in a good way."

Meanwhile, I put my hands on her ass cheeks and began massaging them. I loved having her ass right there in front of me and playing with it that way. I pulled her cheeks open to look at everything. Then I began rubbing my cock around the insides of her ass cheeks, slowly making my way towards the rosebud at the center.

Callie wasn't saying anything. It seemed like she was just waiting to see what came next. Finally, I began rubbing the tip of my cock up and down across her rosebud. "Oh my God, Jimmy, that is totally kinky. I can't believe you're doing that. I mean I like it, I just don't know if I should."

I began moving my cock back down towards her pussy and began pushing it in. She was completely wet by this time, and was pushing back with her hips to get more of me inside her. "That's it! That's perfect! I want you in me all the way!"

Fucking her this way, the angle of everything was completely different. I kept moving my hips around to hit more areas of her pussy. In the meantime, I was holding her ass cheeks and massaging them inside with my thumbs, finally making my way down to her rosebud. I was pulling her cheeks open to feel everything better and moving my thumbs around and pulling her rosebud open. I began to slip the tip of one thumb inside and then the other.

"Oh my God, Jimmy! What are you doing?! That feels completely weird! Don't stop! Having you play with my ass that way while you're fucking me -- oh my God!"

By now, her hips were taking over fucking me while I was playing with her ass. This was way beyond anything I had ever thought of. It was totally kinky -- and totally sexy at the same time.

"Jimmy, I'm coming! Fuck me! I want to feel you shooting everything inside me! Do everything to me!" Her hips were moving like a jackhammer against my cock. I began coming like crazy, trying to drive myself completely inside her.

We were both in some kind of frenzy. I wasn't entirely sure I would come out of this with my cock intact, but I didn't want it to stop.

When everything began to slow down and we were both done, I lay down beside her. She was lying there, turned towards me. Neither of us said anything, we just lay there trying to absorb what had just happened.

I didn't know whether I had crossed some line with Callie, even though it seemed like she was into it. But even I was a little uncertain about what we had just done. It was sexy as hell... But should I have been doing all that? I mean I loved her, but I always thought of her as being on a different plane, not someone I should be doing this kind of thing with. Why would I even think of doing something like that? Most especially with her. Underneath it all, was I just some kind of pervert? Someone she should stay far away from? Someone I should stay far away from?

I felt Callie's arms reach out and pull me to her. "Jimmy, that was amazing. I can't believe any of it. I can't believe you thought of that. I can't believe we were doing that. I can't believe I could come like that. I thought fucking in front of the window was kinky, but this was all the way over the edge."

I still wasn't quite sure about what she was saying. Was it good? Was it too much?

"Jimmy, don't worry. It was unbelievably intense -- like a whole new dimension or something. I mean I guess it was kinky, but I don't care. I was totally losing myself in it. With you. I hope you weren't getting freaked out."

"I loved it," I said. "It was a whole new dimension, something I never could have imagined. It seemed like it was breaking all the rules, somehow. Maybe that's part of what made it so intense. But also so beautiful. Not playing by the rules. I love that we did that together and felt that together.

Callie kissed me gently on the lips and then began kissing all around my face. "Jimmy, everything we do together is so beautiful. I couldn't ask for anything better. Right now, I'm more in love with you than ever."

I kissed her gently. "This has been beautiful and amazing. I love you so much. You are so perfect -- and so damn sexy it drives me crazy."

She laughed.

* * *

"Okay," she said. "I'm not ready to fuck anymore, at least not right now. Maybe we can go and take a shower and then go to Vito's for pizza. I'm pretty sure we've burned up enough calories to make up for as much pizza as we want."

Fortunately, Callie had packed a bathrobe in her bag. I didn't have a bathrobe since the bathroom was right across the hall, I just wrapped a towel around my waist and brought soap and some extra towels. I also brought along a hotel-room door-hanger and hung it over the doorknob with the "Do not disturb" side showing.

By the time we were finished, not an iota of the delicious sweat from our run was left. We were both squeaky clean and energized.

After we got dressed, we headed back to Vito's. Basically, there wasn't much to say during dinner, except maybe "Wow." We were rubbing our feet and legs against each other under the table, but mostly we were just smiling at each other. Flambé may have been fancier and way more expensive, but this was just perfect.

When we got back to my room, we were both exhausted from everything that had happened.

We got undressed and got into bed. I had turned on the lava lamp as a kind of night light.

"What would you like to do?" Callie asked. "I'm pretty tired, but if you want us to fuck some more, that's fine."

"I'm tired too," I said, "but I do want to feel myself inside you again. Why don't you just get on top of me and lie there?"

She got on top of me with her legs on either side of me and I slid my cock inside her. "It feels so good just to be inside you," I said. "I love you and I love feeling your flesh wrapped around me like this. I love feeling together with you like this.

"If we were Mormons, we could claim we were just 'soaking,' which apparently is somehow okay. Maybe we could also get someone to 'jump the bed' so our movement would be someone else's fault."

Callie laughed. "I love it too, Jimmy. You feel so good. I love you, and I love everything we did today."

We lay there, moving gently, feeling our togetherness as we both drifted off to sleep.

* * *

It felt almost as if we had just begun dating, and as if we had been together forever. None of that affected the calendar however. It was almost Thanksgiving.

If we hadn't been dating, we probably would each have driven our own cars home. Obviously, at this point, we drove home together. There was no point in trying to hide anything, and there really wasn't any reason to.

Both of our families were hosting Thanksgiving dinners with the usual relatives. Her family was starting its dinner shortly after 1 PM. My parents had scheduled dinner for 5 PM. As a result, I joined Callie's family for their dinner and met her grandparents and her aunts and uncles and nephews and nieces.

Then Callie came to my place to join my family for Thanksgiving dinner. We had a similar cast of relatives, but most importantly, my uncle Frank was there. He called me "James" -- the only one in the family to do so. I really appreciated that; it also seemed like maybe he was thinking about what he would call me when I was working in his office.

Frank had just published a book about architecture. It featured a lot of photos and architectural diagrams of his own work, along with photos of other famous buildings and the whole world of architecture and its current trends and how he saw himself fitting in. He had brought along a signed copy to give me, and when he met Callie, he said he would send her a copy too.

Both Thanksgiving meals went well, and everyone seemed delighted to have us as part of their family grouping.

In fact, her parents and my parents, although they had met in the past, realized that they now had good deal more in common, and decided to get together for dinner on Saturday evening. Although I initially thought that Callie and I might be expected to join them, they seemed to want to get to know each other on their own. My mother suggested that perhaps Callie and I would like to use the opportunity to cook dinner together on our own at my house. "I'm pretty sure they don't allow you to cook in your dorm rooms. This will give you a chance to be a little more domestic." She smiled at us as she said that.

With the prospect of our parents being gone for a lengthy dinner, the opportunity was obvious. Callie asked me, "Should we cook dinner first and eat, and then have sex?"

I'm not sure how much the fact that we hadn't had a chance to have sex since we arrived figured into my answer, but I think my answer was right no matter what. "If we cook first and eat dinner, and then go upstairs, what happens if my parents come home while we're upstairs? If we go upstairs and have sex first, then come downstairs and cook, they come home while we're cooking or eating, everything's fine. No awkwardness at all. We're just slow cookers."

* * *

Both our families had accepted us quite happily. And they seemed quite clear about the nature of our relationship.

That was hurdle one. Under normal circumstances, that would've been plenty. Making plans for the future having only been dating for a fairly short time simply wouldn't have come up. In most cases, college students tend to have relationships that range from one-night stands to a few months at most.

For Callie and me, however, our relationship already stretched way back, although recent events had certainly let us discover a whole new area of compatibility. Yes, we were both only freshman, and nothing is ever certain, but we both knew we wanted to keep building on what we had found with each other.

If our internship plans -- me in my uncle Frank's architecture office and Callie in her father's law office -- worked out, we should be making enough money to rent an apartment together over the summer. The question was, what next? What about school in the fall?

Both of us have been living in coed dorms. Hers was both newer and potentially more liberal. There were some double rooms, and there had been a few cases of presumably Platonic different-sex couples rooming together. But technically, were there any rules against us being roommates?

We had dealt with a lot stranger complications than that.

* * *

Life isn't always fair, and far more often than we would like, bad things happen.

But once in a while, magic happens. And when it does, you don't want to let it get away.

© 2025 -- Ron Ehrs

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