Cathy Chronicles: Playing with Fire

Cathy Chronicles 3 - Play with Fire

Our first daytime date began after my Genetics Lab at just after 2:30 pm. It was one of those 65 degree January days that trick you into thinking Spring, not February, is just around the corner. Theo's old pickup was always clean, but today it sparkled, shined, and smelled good inside. It might not be what I drive or am used to my boyfriend driving, but it's always clean and well taken care of.

Theo bought it from his maternal grandfather when his family, and the law, made him stop driving. Theo was already very familiar with it, having helped his grandfather pick it out when he was only 12 years old. He said it had a 235 cubic inch (3.9) six, but he traded that for a 283 cu in "Turbo‑Fire" high output V8 with four‑barrel carburetor. Painted blue with a white top and a spare mounted on the side behind the driver, it looked like the classic he claimed it would become.

One feature I loved was the wide bench seat, but we could have fit in a bucket seat, as close as I was. He let me work myself up by pressing my tit on his arm and rubbing his thick thigh. His cock was straining his pants along the other leg, and his big hand was alternately drawing something on my blue-jean clad thighs, and squeezing them.

We were both wearing sweatshirts, but not the ones either of us wore when we met. His was burnt orange and white, with UT Longhorn on the chest and the Longhorn logo on the back. Incongruously, I was wearing the maroon sweatshirt Roy bought me to wear to an A & M game with him. He rolled his eyes when he saw it, but otherwise did not offer anything. Perhaps because it was a little too small after being washed a few times, so it was tight across my breasts and ended just above the top of my jeans, showing off my flat belly and round butt.

So, while he didn't approve of the color or university, he highly approved of the cut and fit of the sweatshirt. And I highly approved of the cut and fit of his jeans and sweatshirt. His tight ass and thick thighs stretched the jeans, and his thick trunk, broad deep chest, wide shoulders, and muscular arms did wonders for the sweatshirt.

By the time got off the Devil's Backbone, passed through Fisher, and got to the northern reaches of Canyon Dam, I was worked up hormonally and had been challenged intellectually. I don't know how he could ask questions about genetics and expand my answers while playing with my legs so sensually and having me rubbing all over him. I could barely answer; I just wanted him to stop driving so we could hold each other and make out!

He stopped at an isolated concrete picnic table on a brushy point, and parked his truck at the narrowest place on the rocky road to warn others away. We got out and walked to the campsite with him carrying an ice chest. He set it down, popped it open, and offered me a sandwich and Dr. Pepper. I was expecting my bad boy to bring beer and maybe whiskey, to get me drunk and pliable: I got Dr. Pepper and a 'meat salad' sandwich instead.

Part of me was relieved, part disappointed, but the sandwich was delicious because 'the meat' was ground-up steak and pickles with mayo, the chips were crunchy, and the 4 o'clock DP was refreshing (DP 10, 2, and 4 jingle cultural reference).

After that we held hands and walked down a steep trail to the lake, where we watched little fishies swimming (minnows, perch, and bluegill, I think he mentioned). He asked if I'd ever been skinny dipping, which threw me. "No! I've never been naked in front of a boy, or a girl, for that matter!"

He chuckled, thought for a few seconds, and then laughed. I took offense, but he explained, "I've been naked in front of boys and men hundreds of times, in locker rooms and showers. I've also been skinny dipping in the dark, in moonlight, and in sunlight, with girls and guys. No big deal, really; usually I had no relationship with any of them, and nothing happened beyond some boy-girl touchy-feely in the water. But you need to experience the freedom of being naked in the moonlight. We'll do that when it warms up this spring."

He was so nonchalant I didn't even take offense at his temerity.

With the breeze and the sun well past its apogee, it was a wee bit chilly down by the water. I snuggled up under his arm, and he gave me a kiss to warm us a bit, and then we walked back up to the table. Without warning he picked me up and set me on the edge of the table with my knees hanging down, then stepped between my legs and pulled my butt across the table toward him. We kissed, and I felt his hardness rubbing against my wetness.

Then his hands were grasping my butt and squeezing, running up my back over my sweatshirt, and then under it. His hands were torches on my bare skin and his hardness had kitty inflamed. But when he paused to undo my bra, I quickly pulled away and told him NO in no uncertain terms.

To this point he had been allowed to range about my lower and middle body, but freeing my small breasts would result in him learning of their diminutive size and I wasn't ready for that discovery.

He was surprised and taken aback, but I grabbed his hands, pulled him to us, put his hands on my hips, and learned forward to capture his head by the neck and pull him into a kiss, the hottest I could conjure, in order to remedy the reprimand I had just given him.

Undeterred, his hand went back to familiar ground on my ass, and my hands rested on the tops of his thighs. He shifted his left leg, which left my fingers on the hard mound running inside it. That was my first time to touch a cock with my hand, and two things happened immediately: my breath caught in my throat, and kitty flooded.

His hand latched onto my thigh at the very junction of thigh, ass, and pussy, and the outside of his hand was pressing into the wetness. He might have thought I'd peed my pants, but the womanly smell emanating from there undoubtably corrected that misconception.

His kisses took on a new urgency, and I met him with open mouth and dueling tongue! He slowly broke our kiss, leaned over, and appeared to rearrange his cock. When he stood back up, the massive lump was in front, running along the zipper almost to the top of the jeans. He pulled my ass to the edge of the table, spread my legs, and pressed his hard lump directly against the junction.

Without thought I wrapped my legs around him and my mouth sought his. This time our kissing was punctuated with grunts and groans as we again 'dry fucked,' though kitty was so wet she made a squishing sound! I wanted him so badly that my head was spinning, but we continued making out and dry fucking in the late afternoon sunshine.

Theo broke our kiss, whispered for me to lie down on the tabletop, unwrapped my legs, and when I reclined, raised my legs straight up in a capital V, and again placed his hardness at my entryway. I couldn't hump him, but by pushing my legs backward he could hump me, but from a different angle that directly affected clitty.

"You know the normal 'missionary' position; this is another, and there are many more I want to teach you. But it isn't time yet. Neither of us is ready for what I expect our first time to include."

I suspect he read the disappointment in my face, because he then said, "Cathy, there is nothing I'd like better than to see your beautiful body displayed on sheets... or this tabletop. But we need to be properly prepared, and I'm not."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused. Was he saying he wasn't prepared to see me naked? He just said that was what he wanted!

"Are you on birth control pills?" he replied.

"No! Of course not - I'm a virgin!" I responded, indignant at the thought! 'What would the Pope think? My priest at home, or here at college?' I wondered, knowing that alone would be a difficult confession.

"And I didn't bring any condoms," he answered. "So today is not the day, and I have to work this weekend. Are you staying here, or going home to him?"

I was stymied. I knew he had to work, I was going home, and I would see 'him,' but I wasn't going home only to see him. Though, admittedly, he was a factor in my decision. But why? If we're over, and Theo is my new love, why am I going home to Teddy?

"No, I'm not going home to see him!" I responded with a bite to my voice. I sat back up and explained, "I may see him while I'm there, but that's not why I'm going home. I'm going to see my parents."

"But you'll see him, go out with him, and makeout with him, right?"

"It's not like that!" I argued, not believing myself. "We're old friends who enjoy dancing and talking. He has a new girlfriend that he plans to marry!"

"Then why isn't he with her this weekend?" he asked, destroying my harmless scenario.

"He may be," I replied after getting my footing again. "I haven't talked to him so I don't know. I was responding to you saying I was going home to see him; I'm not, I'm going to see mom and dad. But if he drops by and asks me to go to a nearby dance with a good band, I'll probably go. I love to dance and he's a friend I like to dance with."

I said that last part with a serene smile, knowing I'd made my point.

He stepped back, half turned, and said, "It's getting dark and chilly. Let's head back."

I was all in favor of heading back and practicing for the big day in his bed, but the tone of his voice let me know that wasn't happening.

"Are you angry at me?" I asked.

"No," he curtly replied, before putting the ice chest back in his truck. "Want something out of here before we leave?"

His voice was as cool as the iced Dr. Pepper, and that made me mad! He's working all weekend, so why does he care what I do? Does he really think I should sit at home and mope while he works? Screw that! If I want to go out with Teddy, I'll do it! Hell, if I want to go out with one of his friends who isn't working, I'll do that! He doesn't own me!

I got in the truck and sat on the passenger side. He started the truck, turned up the radio, and drove me straight to the dorm without saying one word! Twenty minutes without a word of apology! Okay, two can play that game.

I got out before he could get out and open my door, as he usually did, wished him good night, and walked up the stairs and into the dorm without looking back.

Anna looked up from studying and observed, "You're back early. What happened."

And I told her, in no uncertain terms, what happened and why, ranting a bit as I did.

"So you're mad that he's mad that you are going home to date your other boyfriend?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes! He has no say in what I do while he's working!" I angrily replied.

"Okay, I get it. You know he's off each day from 7:30 in the morning until 4:30 in the afternoon. So, using your logic, you have no say in his decision to get Mary Jane to come over and do something fun during the days he's off, right?"

"No! He has no reason to be with that slut while I'm gone!"

She just looked at me, smirking and waiting. Okay, I see the hypocrisy, but Teddy always... No, actually he didn't; when we broke up and I dated, he dated too. So how can I play this so he accepts me being with my old boyfriend at night? The 'breaking up is hard to do,' scheme is wearing thin, but it's about all I've got. Let's see if Anna buys it; she can sell it to him while I'm gone.

"The truth is that our relationship isn't about romance anymore. We've broken up, and he's found someone he wants to marry. She's young - a senior in high school from a tiny little rural school, but she's his religion and they have a lot in common. He's conflicted due to being nearly six years older, and I'm his sounding board, in the sense that I help him think through and talk through his problems."

"And then you make out with him?" Anna replied sarcastically.

"Not really. I mean, we kiss some, but there not the kind of passion I have with Theo."

"I certainly hope not, or you will be... never mind. My advice is, talk, problem solve, but skip the kissing. Theo has a few girls who think he's pretty special, and he may give one a twirl if you keep this up."

"That's what I needed someone to say," I chocked out. The part about skipping the kissing, yes; that I needed my best friend to tell me, because I already know it but need to hear it from a girl, not Theo. The part about giving other girls the twirl, no - I'm part green-eyed monster and I go psycho when I think about that!

So I need to stop by this afternoon, give my guy some loving, and reassure him that Teddy and I will be talking, not kissing. If I even see him!

****

Well, that didn't go as planned. In Theo's mind, going home was a fine idea; seeing my boyfriend of many years was not. I tried to appease him without really pledging not to, but he had to go to work before I convinced him, so I started east with an uneasy feeling. By the time I got home, though, 'uneasy' became angry, and I decided I would do whatever I want and he could do the same!

Which was fortunate because Teddy was at my house visiting with my parents when I got there. He greeted me with a kiss, carried my luggage in, and we all sat down to eat supper. Mother was a meat and potatoes kind of cook, so we had over cooked 7-steaks with boiled potatoes and over-boiled broccoli.

Teddy was a sweet as ever, fawning over me every chance he got, before asking if I already had plans, or would I be interested in going to the local dancehall for some rock and roll by an area band. They weren't the best, but I liked to dance (show off) right in front of the stage and one of them developed a crush on me, so I usually got a song dedicated to me.

In high school and during my year of junior college, I went to hundreds of dances and I was well known at any area dance. This one was in my hometown, though, and I wanted to make a statement. I wore the third shortest dress in my wardrobe, which I had only worn at college, and not more than a few times there. The problems didn't manifest while standing still or slow dancing; the problems were sitting and bending over without exposing the matching navy panties.

Of course, things had changed since I left 1.5 years ago, as I quickly learned when the infamous Bobby Priest took a seat at our table. He greeted everyone there before turning to me. "And a special good evening to you, Miss Cathy! Long time no see, and I must say you're looking very good! Love your dress!"

That was more than he'd said to me in our lifetimes, due partly to his being five years older and partly because Teddy shunned him due to his reputation for drinking and seducing girls/women. Back in high school I did too - he was a very, very bad boy! But now? Bad boys aren't as scary as they used to be.

"Thank you, Mr. Bobby. You look quite dashing in your black jeans and pearl snap shirt. It's good to see you."

It didn't take long for him to ask for my hand in dance, for the first time ever, and he was as smooth on his feet as he was with his mouth as we did the Tennessee Waltz. That was quickly followed by a Ricky Nelson classic, Poor Little Fool, and he kept me on the far side of the hall, where we had cagily ended up.

I was beginning to get an idea of why Bobby P was so successful: he danced well, held you possessively, and when he could, pressed a very large lump against you. Since he was about six inches taller than me, it pressed into my belly, right above my mons. I got turned on early in the dance, he knew it, and he made sure I knew how much he wanted me, in whispered words and deeds.

Bobby might be a nice change after I gave my cherry to one of my Theodores, but he wasn't going first, so I teased the hell out of him in return. Probably the highlight was with my on my tiptoes riding his hard lump, him playing with my ripe round but, turning me slowly to face the back corner, and pulling my dress up to squeeze my butt over my panties!

The audacity! As soon as the song ended, retreated to the safety of our table/ my Teddy and tried to ignore both the smirk on Bad Bobby's face and my hormonal reaction to his aggression. He asked again later, after I had danced with boys other than my Teddy, but I declined with a blush (due to the butterflies in my stomach), which made his smirk grow even wider. He was right, of course - I was afraid! But not of him; I was afraid of me!

Teddy had been his usual self all night, and I had started off my usual self when with him. But after my dances with the bad boy, I was wishing Theo was here. For two reasons: so I could attack him and be attacked in return, and so he could straighten Mr. Bobby Priest out!

Bobby could get away with something like that over here because the men are so passive, but had Theo learned what he did, there would be blood in the sawdust! It takes a bad boy to deal with a bad boy, even if my bad boy was sweet and considerate with women.

Teddy drove out to my parent's small ranch, opened the gate, and parked on top of a grassy hill. Our date was predicated on talking about the pros and cons, advantages and dangers of Teddy marrying his youngster. He had a sad look, as if he hated to end our night with talk of another, but expected me to reject him if he attempted our standard makeout session. Instead, he found me nestled under his arm with my left hand on his thigh, my right on his ribs next to the seat back, and my face inches from his.

I was sending 'Kiss me!' vibes his way, and he actually read the sign. His eager, closed mouth kiss was met with open lips and a tongue, throwing his whole game out of whack. I squeezed his thigh, sunk my nails in his back, and attacked his mouth.

He had no idea what he did to elicit this response from the one who had been withdrawing date by date, but he should have sent roses to Bobby. His hand burned an imprint on my ass and flooded my panties, and Teddy was the unsuspecting beneficiary!

I was ready for a second round of the cabin floor, but this time with front entry. After all, it would only be right to award my cherry to the one who gave me expensive presents, let me drive his car while he worked in Houston, and let me chose what we did for the better part of four years.

I was in the makeout groove Theo had put me in, but even spreading my legs and squeezing his inner thigh didn't bring Teddy's hand above my knee and onto my burning-hot thighs. So I turned my body so I was facing him, kneeled on the seat, and placed my left knee between his. I planted my wetness on the rough denim covering his near leg, and began rubbing my kitty back and forth to stimulate myself. Surely he would catch on to this!

Perhaps it was too much too soon, perhaps he was primed for another kind of parking, or perhaps he's gay - regardless, I left the hill with my virtue intact. On the way back to town, sitting with my back to the door, I suggested it was time he moved on and became exclusive with Kathy, because I could tell his loyalties were split and that wasn't fair to her.

"We've enjoyed being together since the summer before I was a high school sophomore. That's a long time, and I'll never forget all the fun we've had, or you! You have been the most important boy in my life for five and a half years, and I'll always remember you and the good times!

"But we're moving in different directions now. I want a college degree and a teaching job; you want to get married and have a family with a stay-at-home mom and wife. You want to raise your children as Brethren, not as Catholics, which I must do as a good Catholic.

"So turn your full attention to the one you want to marry. She belongs to your religion and she wants to be a stay-at-home wife and mom. I'll always remember you, but we both need to move on."

He stopped the truck, pulled off on an abandoned driveway, and cried. He cried, he talked about the special times we had, and about how much he cares so much for me. It was sweet, and it broke my heart in some ways, but our time has passed. I consoled him, but I also urged him to move on.

Now I need to come up with some way to keep Mary Jane out of Theo's bed tomorrow afternoon, and get there early enough to prevent it from happening on Sunday!

Unfortunately, no one answered at their house when I called several times, before going to a movie with some high school girlfriends. One of them had a mean streak, and she snidely offered, "Heard you and Teddy were back together. I guess the class prophecy is coming true - you know, that you and Teddy would get married and have five kids."

That's when I snidely shot her down. "We are not together, and will never be. I broke up with him for good last night, and urged him to focus on another girl, one who is very serious about him. Hopefully he will get married, have five kids, and live happily ever after - but it won't be with me!"

That shut her up and 'getting married' provided a topic of discussion until the movie started. No, I didn't go to sleep on anyone's shoulder, but I wished he was here so I could. And wake up with his hand on my panties!

I went to mass (and took communion without the benefit of a confession I didn't want to make), ate lunch with my parents, then hurried back to San Marcos. Larry told me that Theo and Mike had gone to see Mike's uncle in Seguin and were going from there to work. He saw my disappointment and offered to serve as his stand-in, but when I declined he produced a couple of sheets of paper clipped together and folded over. "He left his for you. I don't know what it is, but he worked on it at work after lights out Friday night and last night."

I took it back to the dorm, carried it and my bag to my first floor room, and sat down on my bed, papers in hand. My roommate wasn't here, nor were many others on the floor, so I suffered alone about what was in the folded papers. Odd were, given how we parted, it was a goodbye letter. Suddenly I realized that would break my heart, which was already racing with concern.

I took a deep breath, untaped it, and opened it. I stared for a few seconds in disbelief, and then ventured to read the first verse of a very long poem. After I read the first page - three long verses - I wondered if it was a song. A ballad perhaps? It was romantic in nature, expressive, narrative, and used vivid imagery that made me pause and reread sections several time.

By the time I finished page two I was in tears, and by the end on page three, I was wracked with guilt and also mightily afraid. His emotions were so much greater, deeper, and darker than my own superficial, happy-go-lucky feelings that I felt like my growth had been stunted somewhere along the line.

That's what scared me. I already knew he was smarter, more worldly, and more learned about the ways of the world than me, but to encounter this kind of passion in someone I pegged as a good-ol, uncomplicated bad boy, scared the crap out of me!

Suddenly, on a Sunday afternoon, sitting on my bed in my dorm room, I faced some unpleasant facts, and I had to recalibrate my world to consider what I held in my hands the way it deserved to be. You can't wallow in the words and emotions of these three pages as a shallow schoolgirl would, and that is exactly what I have been. Tonight I needed to grow up!

Well, at least a little. And then devise a way to make up and makeout with him!

He was off Monday and Tuesday, then from 7 am Friday through Monday at 4:30 pm. There were a lot of things we could say and do in that much time, but I had to win him back, heal the hurt, and make him see a happier future with me! The mistrust had to be overcome, and he had a lot of data on his side.

What he didn't have on his side was me! I was there minutes after my classes ended, dressed in fitted pants and a sweater. He opened the door, took me in visually, and invited me in. I didn't enter - I leapt into his arms, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him. He reacted quickly to my lunge, caught me and brought me against him. I used that moment to wrap my legs around his waist, and luxuriated in his hands holding me by the butt.

My butt is something he never ignores; if I even walk a few steps away, he's watching, so I know. And knowing, I used it to its best advantage. My little boobs were plastered to his chest, my puss was plastered to his belly button, and my lips were plastered to his.

He expected a civil conversation about the poem he wrote me, but what he got was a full frontal assault. He finally turned my butt loose, I unattached my mouth from his, and let my boobies rub down his front until my feet hit the ground, then rubbed them on his breastbone. I don't know what came over me, exactly, but it felt too good!

I knew he wanted to talk about the triangle and the angst it caused him, and I had good news, but before the serious stuff I wanted to enjoy being with him! I had a busy weekend, but I learned something about myself too - I missed my #1 guy, and I wanted to show him!

We played a little bit closer to the sun than I'd ever been before, and for the first time some of my clothes came off, and so did most of his. My panties stayed on, and so did my shirt and bra, though my shirt was opened. He desperately wanted to take my bra off, but that was a step too far!

Why keep the bra on when I'm down to panties below? Because I'm quite proud of my legs, ass, and waist, but not of my itty bitty titties! I wanted to avoid that embarrassment as long as I could, and hopefully he would be so infatuated by then he wouldn't laugh at me.

So, back to the good stuff! His bare legs, my bare legs, his bare belly and my bare belly - I was in something like heaven! Other than bathroom breaks and a raid on his refrigerator for things like cheese, bologna, and mayo on bread, with Fritos and a coke, we were in his bed, exploring. I, of course, had never done anything like this before, and now I wondered why - it felt too dang good!

I reluctantly left for the dorm just in time, with his promise that we could get together tomorrow when my lab ended at 3, and my promise that we could have his serious conversation.

I floated into the dorm, only to be greeted with "Where have you been and what have you been doing that you have that silly grin on your face?" Suddenly I was embarrassed, and my plan to tell her what we'd done went away. So I glossed it over, leaving it at something like 'I got together with Theo.' Thankfully, she didn't pry.

Tomorrow was rough - two classes I don't particularly like and a genetics lab that I couldn't really pay attention in because my body and mind had other interests and I had to mentally rehearse my response to his poem. His three page, lyrical narrative poem. Unlike any letter or note I'd ever received, for sure. Something he obviously spend time considering before writing, and probably had to rewrite several times to get it right.

How am I, who didn't even appreciate poetry until Sunday, supposed to respond to that?

When I was 14, an older guy, a sailor with an extremely high IQ who was studying something about nuclear propulsion, wrote me a series of lengthy letters, but they were not like this! They were friendly, chatty, about his day and wondering what I was doing, etc. I showed them to my girlfriends, and they were impressed that a 22 year-old guy was 'in love' with me.

Then he somehow found out I was 14, said he thought I was 18, apologized profusely, and that was that. Except a year later he showed up at my house to introduce me to his fiancée, kind of asking for my blessing. So that was exceptional, but weird, and even so, nothing like Theo's epic poem. Which still twists my guts, but somehow also warms my panties.

'So, Cathy, you have to respond, but you haven't even explored your feelings about this, so you are poorly prepared. Going to play it by ear and mess it up?' Mostly by ear, Self, but I hope not to mess it up. And then the lab ended and I walked to my car. I almost chickened out, but convinced myself that my good news was more important than my understanding of his complex emotions.

Then it hit me! Admit that, and ask him to help me understand what he's saying, because it is so deep and complex it's difficult for me to understand! Yes - that could work... and it's true.

And thus began a period in my life that changed how I view the world!

Theo met me at the door, gave me a hug, and invited me to sit at the kitchen table with him. He produced a glass of ice and poured me a generous Roman (Rum and) Coke. He was drinking Lone Star and had a head start, but I caught up quickly. He says I'm a cheap drunk, which two drinks is about all it takes, unless I'm dancing. We weren't, so my recreation of my breakup with Teddy was animated and expressive.

I didn't mention Bobby's hand on my panties, or my attempt to seduce him, so Theo was happy about my last date with my high school boyfriend and I got a very nice kiss.

However, when I told him I needed his guidance with understanding his wonderful but complex and difficult to understand poem, instead of going over it he found and handed me a book of poetry by Rod McKuen, and then began playing an album called "The Lonely Things" by an amazing singer named Glenn Yarbrough. Yarbrough was singing Rod McKuen's poetry, in a powerful and clear voice that was both mellow and commanding.

I was enthralled, and Theo made it even better by sometimes stopping the album and helping me understand what the poet is saying, then restarting it. Oh my gods, it has been a totally enchanting evening, and I do not want to go back to the dorm!

Were there options? Yes, but I was a good girl; I'd never had my roommate lie and say I was in the shower or somewhere at bed check. Yes, we had dorm hours and bed check, like a prison: it was the late 1960s and parents expected the school to act in their stead when it came to their daughters. Their sons, not so much!

So I very reluctantly went back to the dorm, told Anna how I felt, and asked if she would cover for me if I spent the night with Theo. She didn't say no or yes, but I could see she was reluctant.

Oh well - it wasn't an issue anytime soon - he worked W-Th, and I could sign myself out for the weekend. Being a complete rookie nincompoop, on Friday I signed out as staying with Terry Kerr, a woman, and gave Theo's phone number! My parents could easily look Terry Kerr up, and see a Theo Kerr with the same phone number. Like I say, I was a dumbass.

I got better with time, but that goes to show how dumb I was when it came to sneaking around! Which is a good thing, right?

I had a lot to do on Wednesday and Thursday and so did he, so we barely got together for lunch on Thursday, when we made plans for the weekend. They - the SMFs - were hosting another party Saturday at his house, so that day and night were set. Friday they did a lot of the work for the party, and I was with him this time, as were my roommate and our friends from Laredo. We worked, but it was all fun. My favorite thing was helping hang the fish nets near the new stage they had constructed, and trying it out for them. I was the very first Go-Go Girl on the SMF Go-Go Platform Friday night, and again Saturday night, with a full house watching! I thought I was hot shit, and so did a lot of the guys - they were flirty but okay when Theo was around, but when he wasn't they were all over me.

And, truthfully, I loved it! The compliments, the crude offers and suggestions - I loved it all, including the stolen hugs and kisses in the front yard when Theo was working in the back yard. No one came close to fucking me, or got in my panties, but I got felt up good, once by two at a time, and had my tonsils tested!

Maybe I'm not meant to be a one-woman girl...

Then Theo reappears, puts his arm around my shoulder, pulls me in for a kiss, and my senses know the difference between his kisses and hugs and the random ones in the front yard. From that point forward, I stayed by his side, and he took me with him when doing his host duties. I don't know if someone told on me or he just wanted my company, but we became inseparable.

I saw some smirks from boys who had played with me outside, and I learned something new: with macho males, taking someone's girlfriend away, even if for a stolen kiss, scored points in whatever game it is they play with females. I saw the same smirk on Bobby's face at the dance and didn't recognize it. But tonight, seeing it on the faces of guys I made out with or let feel me up while dancing or outside, I did.

And that shone a new light on why 'cheating' is bad on my part, and dangerous on theirs. If Theo is half the badass his friends make him out to be, there were a few Sigma Nus and Lambda Chi Alphas, and a pretty boy, whose features were endangered by my actions. And even worse, what if they ganged up on Theo and hurt him?

I was playing with fire on several fronts, including another I hadn't considered: if one of the girls interested in him saw me and ratted me out, she would probably have the inside track when he dumped my cheating ass!

Theo, always a better slow dancer than me, was becoming a better fast dancer! He claims it's from watching me on the stage earlier, and from dancing with me, but I think it's because he's more relaxed and is groovin' to the music. Although I did break the stage/platform in right, and got a huge round of applause and cheers while doing it. Then I offered to share the stage with one of the Strutters on my floor, and we rocked it again!

After thunderous applause, I yielded to my dorm buddy, Judy, and climbed down to down the (weak) drink Theo handed me. He's cute: when I'm with him, my drinks start moderate and get weaker; when other boys make them for me, they start strong and get stronger. I know he's taking care of me, and I love that - although I do like to get a little drunk, wild, and free.

Keep in mind, I just started drinking and I've never even had a real hangover, so to me it's all an adventure! Get high, inhibitions die, and I'm the coolest chick at the party. Of course, the intention of those getting me drunk is to take me out to their car or their apartment and have their way with me, and I know it. Intellectually. But when the music's blaring, I'm rocking, and boys are bringing me drinks, I'm not thinking with my rational mind - somehow, Kitty seems to take over. I drink and dance, wilder; I drink more and dance even wilder. And then I want to make out like a wild woman!

Part of me regrets that I decided to take up drinking and playing with fire at the same time I found what might well become my long-term love. That part wishes I had taken up drinking and tested out a variety of guys in beds and back seats before meeting the love of my life! I'm only beginning to understand why so many of my friends have several 'boyfriends' per semester, until they weed out the weak.

Then they stick to the champion, the winner of their hand, their heart, and their pussy. Me, I find what I think might be the champion on my first foray into the world of wickedness!

If that's what Theo is, and I'm hopeful but worried he may well be.

Learning from our past mistake, Theo put two suitcases on his bed with a sign "Keep Off - Private Property. Trespassers will be violated!" So we ended up in his bed, with Mike and Judy in his, a few steps away. This was their first time together but Judy had none of my compunctions about fucking, and they did while Theo and I were making out and undressing each other, for the first time in a bed.

Neither my panties nor his boxers came off, but his cock did sneak out the front and make me glad my panties were made of strong material. With Teddy out of the way I want Theo to be my first, but not in a room with another couple during our first time!

So no intercourse, but I still learned a lot about what he called my 'erogenous zones,' which are apparently all over my body, from ears, neck and shoulders, to belly button, to inner thigh, behind my knees, and even toes, when sucked. He also got my bra off and saw my "pretty perky titties' for the first time (first time seen by any human not named my mother or doctor), and I learned that men love to suck titties, and why girls let them - wow!

My poor little girls were so swollen and sensitive when he got my bra off that the air excited them, and then his mouth and tongue worshipped my breasts to such a heighted state of sensitivity my butt was clenched and off the bed. And when his tongue lapped around my aureoles and licked my rock-hard nipples, I had significant flutters down there!

I heard Judy and Mike laugh, and realized I had broken my vow of silence. The next morning they teased me by recreating what they said I sounded like, and I assured them that did not happen! I then looked at Theo for support, and he looked up and away, grinning.

So maybe I did, but I wasn't going to admit it! Not that it mattered; by the time I got back to the dorm it had spread, and I would hear my cries while trying to sleep or study.

At first it embarrassed me terribly, but after a while I wore it like a badge of honor! Okay, Bitches, I can't help being 'a hot blooded little minx,' like Theo calls me, and the boys must like it when I do - even Mike was flirty after my solo - so you can't shame me!

Unfortunately, this was the shitty week Theo had to work M-T and F-S-S, so I went home Saturday morning, after a girls-only birthday party for one of the three Paulas on our floor Friday night. We ordered dozens of 10 for $1 hot dogs and 4 for $1 barf burgers (chopped BBQ sandwiches), and someone brought a cake. It was a pajama party, but most wore flannels. I wore an oversized SWT jersey with matching gold panties, and got compliments on my pretty legs. That felt good, since I was in the midst of the top sorority girls, Strutters, and Bobkittens (the eight girl team that danced and twirled batons with the band).

Maybe with a good nose job, and with Theo increasing the size of my titties with his sucking and mauling, I might turn out all right after all. And I have a source from Terrell Hills in San Antonio who has had rhinoplasty and is anxious for me to meet her surgeon.

Theo obviously doesn't mind my nose, Teddy and Bobby don't mind, none of the SMF horndogs or the ones at their parties seem to mind, so am I the only one who hates my nose? Maybe, but it's my nose, so I'm the only one who counts!

Still, when I go to the movies I notice that Racquel Welch, Sophia Loren, Jackie Bisset, and even Elizabeth Taylor have big noses. When I bring their big noses up, though, everyone looks at me like I'm crazy! And maybe I am - I mean, who doesn't want to be in that company? Oh well - not a decision I need to make on the 70 mile drive home.

Astoundingly, since no one but my parents knew I was coming Saturday morning, Teddy was at my house talking to my parents! I thought we finished that last month!

He ate lunch with us, offered to take my fishing at a pond just outside town, and was sweet as can be. As always. It's a shame he isn't ringing my bells.

I caught a couple of perch on worms, and hooked a bass, but he got off because I didn't keep the rod tip up. Not that it mattered; we didn't have enough to keep anyway.

On the way back to my house, he informed me that BJ and the Triumphs were playing at the LaGrange Fairgrounds, and asked if I'd like to go. I didn't really want to explain to Theo why I was with Teddy again after I told him Teddy and I were through, but come on! BJ Thomas and the Triumphs! My favorite band, at one of the best venues in our area - I can't and won't say no to that!

Teddy wanted it to be like the good old days, but I dressed sexier than those days and brought an attitude he's never seen... because I only recently developed it at the SMF parties in San Marcos!

My new 'attitude' consisted of equal parts exhibitionist, flirt, and temptress. Not that I was actually going to go all the way with one of them, but none needed to know that.

For once, I just wanted to be wanted by a bunch of guys and not care who was watching! I mean Teddy was, but he's old news, and quite a few from my hometown were there, but I never intended to live there again, so why should I care if they judge me? That's the old me - the wild-child me doesn't care what they think!

The V neck sweater dress, with a bra that pulled what I have in and exaggerated the cup size, and which ended three inches above my knees when I was standing, was intended to generate attention! It was unexpectedly successful, to the point that I didn't miss a dance all night, and Teddy only paid for one beer for each of us. After a while it got funny, having two or three fresh beers waiting and the guy who bought the last one asking me to dance before I could drink one of them!

That was the night I learned to chug beer out of a bottle, and how quickly that gets you just drunk enough to be bad, but not bad bad. Theo would not have approved of the manhandling I got on the dance floor, or of my activities during the band's intermissions, outside on the loading dock with two of the band members!

It's true I did my best to draw their attention by fast dancing right in front of the band, and knowing every dance for every song that had its own dance, plus the latest dances like the Watusi, Jerk, Mashed Potatoes, Swim, the Twist, and even the dirty twist. I'm sure that was quite a sight in my short, form-hugging little dress.

Anyway, I was a Wild Child that night, and I had boys and men draped all over me! Or, in the case of the band members, sandwiching me. That was a new experience, and I'll admit that having one hard dick against my ass and one against my mons at the same time lips, teeth, and tongue were nibbling, biting, and licking/tonguing me from both sides! It was fortunate that their break only lasted 15 minutes, or I might have been naked and had my cherry broken on the loading dock for the bands!

The next few songs were slow dances, and the guys who asked me got practically dry fucked! Later, I couldn't believe what a slut I'd acted, knowing there were people of all ages from my hometown there. And students from SWT that would spread the word, probably to Theo too.

Oh well - I wanted Teddy to know beyond a doubt that it was over between us, and I accomplished that. I thought, until he parked on a hillside outside town and told me he had met with a priest in Houston to learn what he would have to do to marry a Catholic.

That confused and then pissed me off, because his other Kathy is Brethren like him, and I thought I made it clear that I'm not getting married anytime soon, and certainly not to him! But I let him ramble and learned that he just couldn't raise his children Catholic after the way the Catholic Church at his parent's hometown had mistreated his family. Therefore, he couldn't marry me unless I'd change religions, and he knew I wouldn't, so our relationship had to come to an end. He cried about that, I comforted him with a spinning head, and then he took me home and gave me "our last kiss."

Theo wrote poetry; Teddy wrote fantasies in his mind! I was not unhappy about his decision, but I was unhappy that he had the gall to talk to a priest about marrying me!

I went to early mass (it was in Spanish, but so what - it was early) so I could get back to San Marcos at 11, in time to go eat lunch with my boyfriend. I was honest about going to the Triumph's dance with Teddy, but assured him it was entirely platonic. Later, after our relationship was older and stronger, I'd tell him something closer to the truth, but there would be no admission of being the meat in a sandwich with 30-year-old band members!

In a way I was glad he had to go to work at 4:30; in a way I was frustrated. Our makeout session was incredibly hot, and included his hand under my panties, in back and in front. There were people wandering around the house and using the restroom next to his bedroom, so even with closed doors we didn't have much privacy. I really wouldn't want our first time to be in those circumstances, but my body wasn't so sure.

Anyway, I had him Monday and Tuesday, and then Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, so we would have many more opportunities to explore. Unfortunately, due to reports from bitches and bastards that were at LaGrange, I spend Monday and Tuesday reassuring him that my actions were due to chugging beer, and that I didn't go that far with anyone! He was still confounded, but at least he was still intending to see me when he was off work.

He worked Wednesday and Thursday, and by Friday he seemed to be mostly over it. We went to The Line with a big group that night, and I was a good girl when it came to other suitors, so he seemed appeased. Saturday we went to a frat party, where I danced every dance and had two or three drinks waiting on me when I returned from dancing with someone other than my date.

Theo gave me a few dirty looks early on, but he knows I love to dance and I'm not going to sit when I have someone asking me to dance! But then he started dancing with random girls like I was with boys, and the green-eyed monster took over. She insisted he stop dancing with other girls, and he demanded the same, so we were exclusive the rest of the night.

I certainly didn't mind sitting out a few dances, because I'd dance in my seat and he'd play with my legs, right up to the wet prize. Later, in his bed, naked, we went as far as you can without having intercourse, including a new first: having my pussy licked!

That was fun, but I wasn't sure about his proposal that I reciprocate, so I called a time out for sleep, and woke up at dawn hornier than I'd ever been! Having my naked guy wrapped around me, with his hard dick (he likes it to be called a cock, but we also called it a dick or penis where I come from) between my cheeks, is a sure and certain way to turn me on.

A call to come eat a breakfast of fried bacon and the Manske Rolls Mike brought hot from the bakery got us up and dressed, and we engaged with everyone else until they left for The Line around 2:30. We went back to bed then, and within an hour we were naked again. This time, though, I was more the aggressor than Theo, who always stopped when I told him to, or even signaled. Some where between his mouth on my kitty, my belly, my boobs, and my mouth, I chose not to say stop, and he didn't.

He was so gentle, so caring, so cautious that my first time having intercourse was painless, and beyond fulfilling. The head penetrated my lips for the first time, then retreated and drove just a little deeper, and that was the pattern he followed until I was completely full of 'cock'- his cock - and our mons were rocking against each other! I lost my mind a few times, arching my back to assist, clutching his powerful butt, and clawing his back several times in my excitement.

No, he didn't wear a rubber, and no he didn't pull out. Yes, we knew better, but my caving in wasn't expected on his part, and I wasn't going to require a rubber when his head was already inside me, and he couldn't pull out because my legs were wrapped around his butt and my nails were in his back!

That first rush of hot cum against my inner walls was a feeling I never dreamed could exist, and I might have made a few noises then too. But honestly, I don't think so, because I was so rigid I think my jaw was locked.

I'd heard the old admonitions growing up - men love sex, but women dole it out as a duty, not for enjoyment, and the church says sex is for procreation only. My friends had described how it hurt and how they bled, but for some reason I didn't experience pain, and the only blood was a pink tinge in our juices on the bed.

And women in the olden days might not have enjoyed it, but I dang sure did! And as far as the church... well, I was definitely a sinner now, so I'd have to find wording to confess without being specific about what I did to sin, so I could get absolution and receive the sacraments without receiving too great a penance. More importantly, I knew God knew what I'd done, but I didn't want my priest to know. God already know all my sinful thoughts and deeds, so I don't see any reason to let his representative here on earth know - that's embarrassing!

But that was later: today I was a gigglebox and cuddlebunny. We had to pick Anna up from the bus station at 5:30, and I couldn't quit giggling and cuddling. I think I embarrassed Theo, who was trying to protect my reputation while I was acting like I'd just been fucked for the first time and was quite proud of it! Which I was, in the immediate aftermath. By curfew in the dorm, I was down off my high and worried.

We didn't use condoms, I'm not on birth control, and my cycle ranges from 28 to 38 days, meaning I don't ever know where within my cycle I am! For all I know, today may be my most fertile day - it's certainly been my horniest!

Having a baby with Theo, conceived a month after we met, is not something I want to happen!

But I already want to do it again! And again, and again - I'm addicted!

Having decided that, we need to work something out. I don't think I'm brave enough to go get birth control pills, so it will fall to him! And to me to insist, in case we get carried away, like this afternoon. I can't blame him - I'm sure he thought it was another all-out naked tease, until I encouraged him rather than told him no!

In the future, though, I need to be more controlled and controlling. It may be true that men lose control when they smell pussy. But I lose control way before I lose my panties, so that's what I need to pray about - better control, of me and of him!

Monday and Tuesday were good for me. I spent time with Theo, we talked, we teased, we made out, but that was all. Then came Wednesday, February 14 - Valentine's Day. A beautiful array of flowers arrived with a box of premium mixed chocolates, and a nice, mushy card. My dormmates were jealous, which made me feel special.

I dressed up for our date - a minidress that showed a lot of thigh and bounced off my round butt fetchingly. I've only worn it a few times, but got lots of attention each time. He arrived in a coat and tie, which set the jealous bitches off again. And then he took me to the most expensive steak house in town, where we feasted and talked.

"What would you like to do now, Princess? The world is your oyster! Of at least our tiny part of it is; we can go to the campus Valentine's Day dance, go to the line - whatever we can do and get you back before curfew.

My foolish reply: "Let's go to your house."

My self-control lasted maybe ten minutes, his a few seconds longer, until I stuck my tongue in his ear, humped his hard cock, and whimpered in need.

There was little grace in getting naked tonight - it was about expediency, not teasing or taunting, or even foreplay. He shucked his coat and tie, my dress hit the floor, his slacks hit the floor; my bra and his shirt were timed as well, but he took off his socks, then forced me onto the bed with my panties and hose on. He took his time admiring what he saw, and I learned how much he appreciated a woman wearing hose and a garter belt.

My panties were over my garter, so he was able to take them off standing at the bottom of the bed. I slid my feet back so my knees were bent and spread them, giving him a perfect view of my wet pussy. He licked his lips, crawled onto the bed, and snaked his way between my thigh.

I can't say he actually 'ate' my pussy, but it felt that way when he began. He chewed on things, licked things, stuck his tongue in as far as it would go and probed around, and then retreated to suck my clit, hood and all, into his mouth! Two fingers entered my pussy and searched for something, while another tickled my anal ring. I wished he had two more hands for my aching titties, but I was arcing toward something special even without mammary stimulation.

Being new to sex, oral or vaginal, I hadn't had orgasms as the direct result of either. And then I did, and I think every muscle in my body spasmed. My back was arched, my legs were around him, and my thighs were trying to crush his head! I felt like a Black Widow Spider trying to eat her mate, but in this case, with my pussy!

When I finally collapsed, he emerged with a shit-eating grin and told me he was afraid he would drown in my juices, suffocate from lack of oxygen with my thighs locked around his head, or have his head crushed. I let him smirk, feeling too tired and happy to tease back. Or maybe he was serious - I didn't know or care right then: I was enjoying whatever just happened to me.

Then he slid up my torso, kissing my belly, spent time on my boobies, then on my neck, and then my mouth. He smelled and tasted like pussy, but since it was my pussy...

My legs and my pussy lips were spread wide, so he encountered no problem entering me with his wide and very hard cock, but once he reached a certain point, the sensitivity made me yell "Stop!" and then when he did, "Go slow - I'm very sensitive!"

It was kind of like my first time: he needed to go slow, ease it inside me, and although I know he didn't want to, he did. And then he was fully sheathed and it felt good, and I was meeting his thrusts. He then began pounding me, with my encouragement. He didn't last long enough for me to reach another climax, but when his hot jism bathed my insides, I had another flutter that felt really good! I really like the feeling of his hot sperm hitting the walls of my vagina, back by the cervix!

Yes, I know; we did it again! No rubber, no birth control; I'm going to have to pray long and hard to not get pregnant! I hate relying on The Lord for birth control, but it looks like that's my only choice. Neither of us has any self-control!

Part 4: Being used, then abandoned!