Vance Boniface, Year One: Pt. 02

That night, it took me quite a while to get to sleep. Usually I hate waking up, but that day, it felt like I had slept ten hours.

I did my usual Friday classes, and when I came back to my dorm room after dinner, I saw that there was going to be a dance on Saturday night. I had always avoided those, but this time, I put on my best outfit and went.

It was a room full of colorful lights and loud music, and I looked all around for a woman that I wanted to dance the night away with. I found one that was standing alone, but I had to speak very loud just to hear my own voice.

"Hi," I yelled, "my name is Vance."

"What?" she yelled back over the beat of the music.

"I said my name is Vance!"

"Okay," she said in a voice that I could barely hear, "I'm Lenore."

"Lenore," I said surprised.

"Yeah." She seemed offended.

"Like from 'The Raven' Lenore?"

"You know 'The Raven'?"

"Who doesn't?"

"Most people."

"I guess I'm not like most people."

I thought that was a dumb thing to say, and I immediately turned my head. She turned away as well.

I decided not to give up. I tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned to me, neither smiling nor frowning.

"I think you're cute," I said, "do you want to dance?"

I was pleased when she smiled, and then she said: "okay".

We got to the floor and I realized that I did not know how to dance. I preceded to just kind of do what everyone around me was doing. I had a chance to look her over, and she really looked great.

After two quick dances, it was a slow dance, and I was surprised that she let me hold her. I never really slow danced, so I just kind of moved around a little on the floor. I was afraid to hold her too close because I knew that I would have an instant boner if my crouch rubbed up on hers. The problem was that I was getting aroused by just her head on my shoulder.

When the slow dance was over, they started to play a fast song, one that I had to admit that I didn't know.

It then got crowded on the dance floor, not to mention even louder, and I wasn't certain if I could talk to her without yelling at the top of my lungs. I couldn't think of anything worth saying that was worth full volume.

It was enough to kill the boner I had from holding her so close.

To my surprise, she initiated conversation. "Do you want to leave?"

"Okay, where should we go?"

"My roommate is gone for the weekend, so we could go up to my dorm."

I nodded, and my hard-on was back again. I kept wondering if my hard-on was ever going to go away again, and I tried to stay behind her and hide the huge lump in my pants as well as I could. Fortunately, she took the lead, and we were at her place in no time.

"Nice place," I said when I got to her door.

"You haven't seen inside yet."

"Well, I'm guessing that it looks like mine, which means it should be good. I just live a few flights up."

We got in, and I was surprised that her bed and her roommate's bed were unmade. She sat down on what I presumed was her bed, and I felt weird sitting next to her. Part of it was because I didn't know if she wanted that, and the other part is my dick felt like it was going to explode out of my jeans.

"Do you want to watch TV?"

"Sure. Not certain what's on."

"You can sit down if you want."

"Okay."

She leaned over on her roommate's bed, and I got a good view of her ass as she turned the dial and was flipping through the channels. I suddenly realized that I shouldn't be looking and pulled my shirt down as much as I could to try and disguise the tent I was pitching in my pants.

Lenore returned and sat next to me, about a foot away.

"There's not really much on."

"You got any records?"

"Yeah, I've got some tapes."

Lenore went through a stack of cassette tapes, and she put in one and pressed play. The opening silence felt super awkward. I didn't recognize the artist or song when it started playing.

I sat on the bed, and I totally didn't know what to do. I kind of wish that Mavis had taught me what to do, because I was completely out of it here.

I couldn't understand why I couldn't think of anything to say to this girl. After all, I had just met her a few minutes ago, and she had lived as long as I have. Could I not think of anything worth bringing up?

"So, do you want to do anything?" Lenore said, and she sounded about as nervous as me.

I knew what I wanted to do, and I could feel my dick get harder. I shifted my legs to the other side of the bed so she wouldn't see. I realized that I was going to have to do something or leave.

"Well," I said, desperate for conversation, "we could do something, and if you don't want to, I understand."

Lenore then looked out the window. "What do you mean?"

"I meant, kissing... making out."

I wasn't certain how to gauge her response, but the fact that she didn't turn to me was not a good sign.

"I don't know... I don't really know you, but you seem nice."

"Okay. If you like, we can... but I don't want to do anything that you wouldn't want to do. I guess if we started, I would want to know where it would end."

I was trying to be clever, and apply those rules that Mavis had given me, but in the end, I sounded like an idiot, and it was a complete turnoff.

"End? You mean, like sex?"

Immediately, I back-pedaled. "I wouldn't... I mean, I wouldn't do that unless you wanted to. Whatever you want from me, I would be willing to do, even if it is that."

"Oh. Maybe some other time."

"All right. I should probably be going."

I stood up and was glad that I was facing away from her, as I was still hard. It felt dumb of me just to up and leave, so I turned my head so she would not see the rest of my body, and said: "If you change your mind, I am in room 804. My roommate is also away. I don't have one, actually."

"Okay," she said.

"I'll see you around, I guess."

I quickly walked out the door and tried hard to close the door as soft as I could, even though I felt like slamming it in anger.

I then cursed myself, feeling a little like how I felt last night after those three pretty titty girls had rejected me. I felt like I had botched it for tonight, but I knew it wouldn't be my last chance. If I wanted to have more chances for sex, I was going to have to learn that it would not be every time, and I began to realize it is probably rarely going to happen, if at all.

I still felt very stimulated, and rushed home before anyone else could see it. I was pleased that I got home and shut the door behind me, also trying hard not to slam it.

Feeling very little room in my jeans, I stripped them off along with my underwear. My cock, as little as it was, was still hard but its angle was slowly declining. I didn't want it to go to waste, so I took off my shirt and then grabbed an issue of Penthouse, not caring which it was.

I hadn't jacked off since my night with Mavis, but I settled back and read a Forum letter. The story coincidentally was about a man who met a woman at a disco and took her back to his place to fuck her. As the narration talked about how he peeled off this woman's clothes, I slowly pet my penis as it described this woman's luscious naked figure.

Once I was done with the letter, I moved to the second phase and flipped through the mag to see my favorite pics of the wonderfully curvy nude ladies. As I stroked, I could feel the tickle within the pickle begin to pleasurably rise.

I was just about to give the last final strokes when I heard a knock on the door.

I frightened me so much that I sprung to my feet, with the Penthouse falling to the floor and landing with a loud slap.

"Don't come in," I said, worried that one of my dorm room neighbors would see me naked with an erection and a porn mag and draw the most obvious conclusion.

"Okay, I'm coming in."

Clearly, the "don't" was not heard. To my surprise, the door opened, and Lenore stood at the door. She apparently didn't see me, and was speaking very shyly, averting her eyes.

"I changed my mind, Vance, and..."

She was quickly struck dumb when she got a look at me.

By this time, I had thrown on my robe, and even though I had half-tied the sash, my cock was peeking up through the folds.

She looked down and I could tell that she was seeing both my dick and the porn mag laying open on the floor.

"Oh my God," she said.

To my surprise, she didn't run away, but turned and closed the door. She then locked it, and turned to me with a big, big smile.

"Here," she said as she knelt down. She put my cock right on the mouth, and sucked it like a lollipop. I could feel the tip of her tongue on the head of my penis, and it was so much more pleasure than I could contain.

Her hands then reached up and grabbed my robe, pulling it off of me so it fell to the floor. I was naked and defenseless before her, and it was exactly where I wanted to be.

She then made it even better as she reached up and cupped my buttocks, probing places that felt so good that all the muscles in my legs began to tighten.

It was so good that I almost forgot how it would end.

"Lenore, I'm..."

"What?"

The was a sucking sound as she disengaged from my dick. I would like to think if she hadn't been holding it, what happened could have been avoided.

Her face took the brunt of my full wad, and that wasn't the worst of it. My dick was bouncing up and down, making certain that all of her, from her tits to her clit, was getting semen-sprayed. She lost her balance and landed on her ass.

I couldn't believe the ecstasy of it, and when the bliss died out all too quickly, I looked at her. At first it looked like she was going to punch me in the balls, as she said "Ewwww".

"I'm so sorry," I said, "I wanted to warn you, and I should have..."

"It's all right. I should have known that was going to happen."

I helped her to her feet, and couldn't believe the mess of semen on her and the floor.

She looked around and was equally unimpressed. At least, that's what I thought.

"Well," she interrupted, "I guess I won't be needing these."

Lenore then took her shirt off, revealing a red bra underneath. She used the shirt to wipe off the cum in her face and hair, and then took off her bra. I could see her wonderful tits, which were very circular, with nipples coming to a soft sharp point.

She stumbled a bit as she got to her feet, and then steadied herself so she could pull her pants, along with her undies, all the way down. As she crouched down, she then awkwardly removed her shoes and socks. As she rose up, her long hair awkwardly whipped up and hit me in the face.

"Sorry," she said.

I didn't know what to say at all. I looked at her slender naked form and could feel my dick wanting to get hard again.

As I looked at her, I saw that she covered herself with her arms.

"I know I've gained a little weight. The freshmen fifteen and all, but please don't..."

"I won't," I said.

She then dropped her arms to her side and smiled. I saw all of her nakedness, and once again, I felt that I could do anything with a woman, but I couldn't think of anything.

Somewhere in my hesitancy, it hit me that she thought that she was fat. Honestly, I didn't see Lenore as obese by any definition of the word. Perhaps I was comparing her to Mavis, and it reminded me of my own secret shame.

"And can you please not say anything about my..."

I wanted to say something like "little dick", but I didn't even want to think it.

Unfortunately, neither did Lenore.

"What? What is it?"

I honestly admit that I tried to say what it was, specifically, but I ended up just gesturing to my shriveled French Fry.

"Oh, that."

At first I thought she was going to tease me like that one big titty cheerleader did. Instead, she reached down and touched my flaccid cock, saying:

"Oh, are you not going to be able to get stiff again after what you did, right?"

Just hearing her say that was enough to begin the process of an erection, even though I could tell that I was literally a long time coming.

"Yeah, it could take a while."

"Like an hour, or all night?" She got some cum on her fingers from hold my cock, and she wiped them on her waist.

"Maybe an hour, or half-hour, sometimes less..." I began to realize that she wasn't about to mention my tiny penis, and if that did bother her, she never would have sucked it in the first place.

I still felt really awkward just having this conversation while we were both naked, but eventually, she broke the silence.

"Listen, Vance, I probably should have told you yes back at my place. I realized that I wanted to, and now that I'm here, I would like to do a lot of things."

My dick was already hard at hearing that, and stick out from me at a perpendicular angle. She then knelt down, and for a second, I thought she was going to suck it again, making it even harder. Instead, she went for her purse.

"I kind of have a way that I like to do it. If you like, I could list everything that I want to do to you."

After going through several pockets within pockets, she pulled out at least six condoms, which were all in a line. I knew they were six rubbers still in packaging, and numbers 1-6 written on them in what looked like black ink marker.

"What is it that you have in mind?" I asked intrigued.

"Once you're hard again, you can put it inside me in six different positions. That sound good to you?"

There was only one thing that I wanted to say to that, and that was a loud "yes", but it oddly came out like: "Uh, sure."

"Good. Now, do you have experience with this?"

I found it strange that I could actually give a positive answer to that question, and I nodded, thinking about my time with Mavis. I then thought of something that she said after I had done it with her.

"Yes, I've had sex before. Let me just ask one thing."

"Okay," she seemed agitated, "what?"

"I just want you to know that you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I can give you some clothes and you can go back to your room."

Her frown quickly faded back into a smile again. "That's sweet, Vance. That really is. You know that most guys would have not even tried to warn me before they came all me like you did. In fact, most would have just came in my mouth without even asking."

"Yeah, I'm still pretty sorry about the mess that was made."

"It's okay, you can make it up to me. Kneel down."

Once I saw what direction this was going, I knelt down right away. I looked up at her pussy, and her face was eclipsed by her big orbs.

"Now," she said, "since you came all over me, let me come all over you."

I hesitantly brought my face to her pussy, and just took a few seconds to admire it. It was hard to believe that the only vaginas I had ever seen were the 2D ones in magazines, and now this was the second 3D one I had seen up close this week.

I think I took too long to watch, as Lenore pushed my head into it. I brought out my tongue and licked the clit, and I could hear her moan with pleasure. As she relished the sensation, her hands grabbed my hands and put them on her ass. I squeezed that ass and caressed it while I was giving the pussy a mouthful of mouth.

I was actually down there for a while, looking up and seeing her tits wobble from time to time. It actually got a little painful to be on my knees for too long, and I tried to adjust my legs so they wouldn't cramp up.

"Can I sit on the bed?" she asked.

"Oh, sure."

She sat on the bed, and I continued to lick her. I could feel her muscles tighten up.

It seemed to go long, but I didn't really mind, and I could feel my dick get hard again.

Eventually, she lightly pushed my face away.

"As much as I want to come all over your face, I don't think I can like this, sitting down, I mean."

"Okay, do you want to lie down on the bed?"

"I think it would be better on the floor."

I was surprised that she said that, and when she lay down, I got to see some great nude ass views. I even got to see that wonderful little slit down below her buttocks.

When she had finished, she saw how hard I was, and touched my dick. If she had done it more, I would have came over her, but it would have taken a lot of touching.

When she laid down, there wasn't a lot of room for me to get my mouth in there.

"Maybe you can touch me."

"Like with my hand?"

"Yeah, like this."

I thought I was going to come as she touched her pussy.

"You mean like how you..."

"Yes, just like you."

I almost denied it, but remembered that she had caught me in the act.

"I guess I never saw it before."

"Didn't you say you had experience?"

"Yeah, but I never got to see a woman jacking... jilling off."

She started to laugh.

I continued to touch her, and then I felt her muscles really get tense. She then started to moan, and she guided my hand to her clit, which I rubbed as gently as I could. She then tensed up, and I knew what had happened. She opened her eyes and looked at me and smiled.

"Okay, I'm ready. I want to do missionary first."

"You want to do a missionary?"

"No, missionary position."

In all honesty, I don't know why this was the first time I heard the term "missionary position".

She lay down, spreading her legs. I took out condom number one, ripped off the wrapper, then helped put it on me. A few seconds later, I was in her, still thinking about how anyone came up with the term "missionary position".

I pushed against her public bone and I grinded on her. I grabbed her soft tits, reveling in the way the hard nipples tickled my palms. It became a little uncomfortable, and so I grabbed her shoulders, pushing her body directly into mine.

It didn't take long for me to release, and it was then just a matter of me speedily slamming into her several times before she did as well. That took a lot of time, but I enjoyed every minute.

As she relaxed, I got out of her and walked over to the garbage can, removing my condom, wiping any excess jizz off with a stray sock near my feet.

Lenore sat up in bed, and I felt that if she had a cigarette, she would have lit it. Instead, her fingers went straight to her pussy, and she began to rub in small circles while pushing down.

It was enough to get me hard again, but the semen had congealed on my cock, and it was sticky and impossible to rub. Since Lenore's eyes were closed, I licked my hand and wiped my dick with my spit. It wasn't very hard, but it was getting harder with every stroke she took.

After a while, she steadily up the tempo, and she was really getting into it. I sat down on the other bed and watched her, wondering if she would even need me. My dick was loving it, and it was getting very, very hard once again, which I didn't think was even possible.

After many minutes, Lenore rose up, but kept one hand in a state of constant rubbing. The other hand went to the condoms, and she put her rubbing elbow down to hold the line in place while she tore one off with the other hand. She threw it to me, missing me by at least a foot.

I got the message and tore it open and put it on my dick, which was now hard again. I got up to have sex, but her non-stroking hand insisted that I stay where I was.

Lenore sat on my lap facing me, and she made certain that my dick went straight up into her. After that, it was non-stop pleasure as that tight cunt stroked my cock as she went up and down on me. I could see her tits fly up and down as well, and licked and sucked them as she moaned in pleasure.

I have no idea how I found the energy to come again, but I did. I tried to hold it in as much as I could, but after I did, Lenore just stopped and sat. She then began to rub herself again, and I felt the best thing I could do was just let her. It must have taken her several minutes before I felt her cunt tighten around me, and her body went limp on me for several more minutes after that.

We were soaked our sweat, and it was mixing together. I felt that I was done for the night, but Lenore got up, and laid down on the bed once more. This time, she lay on her stomach, and I got another good look at that ass of hers.

It was so beautiful in its shape, like an apple, peach, or other fruit in its natural perfection. The way the muscles would tighten on it was enough to start my boner once again. I had taken off condom number 2 and was about to get cleaned up for condom 3.

She then rolled off the bed and onto the floor on all fours, crawling a little forward before beckoning me into place. I got on my knees behind her, and I assumed that I was doing the same anal thing that Mavis had done to me the other day.

I set up for a poke and tried to go a little further, but crawled a step forward.

"Whoa," she said, "not up the ass... on second thought, you can do my ass."

She came back, and seemed eager, and I had second thoughts.

"Uh," I said, afraid to say something more, "the last time I did that, I think I triggered some kind of... pooping... reflex... fortunately, there was a toilet nearby when that happened, but the nearest women's room is one floor above..."

"Okay, you can fuck me from behind."

"You mean in the vagina? You can do that?"

"Didn't you say that you were experienced?"

"Yeah, but I didn't do that on my first time."

It was a little awkward as she manipulated my sheathed dick into her pussy hole. At first I didn't think I had the right area at all, but once I found the spot, I bucked her as much as I could. I also took the liberty to start rubbing her in her sweet spot, but I don't think I ever got the right spot. She had no problem taking over, even though it meant lifting one of her hands from the floor.

It took every muscle that I had in my legs and waist to work up the strength to come again. By this time, I could feel very little dick discharge. It was still a pleasurable orgasm, but I still felt it was premature compared to what Lenore was doing.

Eventually, she flattened herself on the floor, while I was still in her. She was simultaneously rubbing her vulva on the cold tiled floor while I was rubbing my non-hard dick inside of her. Eventually, she erupted inside with pleasure as she breathed pleasurably.

At this time, I was beginning to feel that I had enough. I took myself out and removed the condom. I then laid down on the bed on my back, with my wet dick drying off. I was so hot that I wanted to open a window.

"So, what is your plan for condom number four?"

She turned toward me. "It was actually the position that I finished in. I figure that we did two for the price of one."

"Good deal," I said, laughing.

"Yeah. So how about using number four tomorrow morning?"

"Sounds good. It actually is four in the morning. Since it's late, do you mind if I spend the night?"

"Are you kidding? You can spend every night here, like if the dorms would allow that."

She then unknowingly went to sleep naked in the bed that I normally use. There wasn't enough room for me, so I laid on the mattress on the other side, and I went to sleep as quickly as she did.

I woke up, and I was sad to see that Lenore wasn't there. I had an erection, and I noticed that condom number 4 was still on my desk, and her clothes were left behind.

As I figured, she had borrowed my clothes and gone off to use the bathroom or something. I figured that I should wait, and she came in without knocking. When I opened the door, Lenore had breakfast with her, as well as a rolled up edition of the Sunday paper.

She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans that loosely fit on her, and I couldn't wait to get her out of them.

"Morning dear, I made you breakfast. Well, the cafeteria did, but I bought it here."

"I really should have done that. I didn't even think about doing that."

"It's okay. So what should we do today?"

"Can we play more husband and wife?"

I held up the three condoms we had left.

"Oh, yes, well, maybe you want to see the paper first. There's an article here about the gym. They want to put some kind of mural there. Aren't you like an arts major? They're looking for an artist or something."

"Hmm. Really?"

I didn't think much of that, but when she presented the article to me, another headline caught my attention.

"Mavis Fletcher, Custodian for 5 years, Found Dead of a Heart Attack"

I looked at it, and the picture was a match.

"No, no! Mavis." At the time, Lenore was handing me a plate, and I dropped it.

I have to admit that I should have cried, but for some reason, I didn't. Part of me had been associating Mavis with a dream, or something that I had woken up from. I thought that I would at least see her again, even if it was just pushing her janitorial cart through the halls of the school.

Lenore stooped to the floor as I ignored the mess and just sat down on the bed.

"Whoa, who is Mavis?" She picked up the mess and tossed it in the trash.

Whatever boner that I had was instantly gone, and I sat down and told Lenore how I had met Mavis for the first and last time. The abbreviated form took only a few minutes

After I was finished, she asked: "So you did it with her, in the bathroom?"

"It was a locker room, really, and she told me things about sex that I didn't know."

Lenore took the newspaper and showed me the headline. "And you're sure it was this woman here?"

"Positive. Her name was Mavis."

"She is, like, a whole lot older than you."

"Not that old. I think she's just one of the older grad students working a custodial job to pay for school."

"Is that what she told you?"

"No, I just figured that's what it was."

"So you just assumed that. She looks old enough to be our mother's age!"

"Okay, maybe she is older. At the time, I didn't care. Those other girls, the cheerleaders, the ones that laughed me, I was hurt. I didn't think I would ever have sex ever. She was kind enough to give it to me."

"Kind? Bullshit! She was using you!"

"Really? I think I was really using her, really."

"Oh, that is so... when did this happen?"

"Last night."

"Last night? You were with me. You mean like before we met at the dance?"

"I meant the night before that night."

"So you did it for the first time, with this woman?"

I didn't like the way she was confronting me with this. "Yes, I told you that I had some experience."

"I just assumed it was sometime at the beginning of the school year, or this year! You didn't say that you just had your first time a day ago, with some very much older woman!"

"I didn't think it would make a difference."

"This woman is fat and ugly."

"Hey, you told me that you feel fat, and I shouldn't make fun of you for that. You shouldn't do that to her."

"Vance, look at her! She probably preys on a lot younger boys."

"Hey," I said, and now I was getting upset, "please don't talk about her like that."

"Come on, you know it's true. You were probably the third she did for the week."

I had to admit that could be, but I just knew that it wasn't.

"Hey, I'm not the one who has condoms with numbers on them!"

Lenore took the condoms and put them in her purse.

It was starting to get ugly, and I felt that I had to deescalate this, as I didn't want her to leave. I most certainly didn't want to be alone.

"I'm sorry, I just don't want to hear you talk about her that way."

"Fine. You won't hear me talk at all, not ever."

"Lenore, please, we had a great night. I really want to see you again..."

"You're a fucking pervert."

Lenore scooped up her clothes, and left the room, slamming the door.

I felt terribly alone, and this time, there was not going to be a Mavis to make me feel better. I wanted to cry like I had last Friday night, but couldn't find the tears.

I spent all day trying to do what I planned, but couldn't concentrate on the studies like I normally do.

I also had a hard time sleeping. I kept turning the lights on and reading the paper, hoping that this was somehow a different Mavis. Of course, it wasn't.

I then realized what I had to do, but I couldn't begin it until Monday morning, so I tried to get as much sleep as I could.