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At Last
It was spring break.
Out of the twelve inhabitants of our two dorm
suites, only the two of us remained.
And that was okay. We had plans.
Three glorious days to ourselves, once our
roommates had gone, and the freedom to enjoy one
another without the sideways knowing glances of
those around us.
We had met the previous fall; he was a sophomore
and I was a freshman. Our initial relationship
had been one of simple chatter, a bit of teasing
and ribbing, some coerced tutoring. Without him,
I never would have passed my engineering
classes, let alone gotten A's.
Then had come a school dance, and he had
surprised me by asking me to be his date. We had
barely talked the entire evening, we were so
nervous, but a short week later had gone to see
a movie. That night had ended with a brief,
awkward kiss. I never was entirely sure if it
had been a kiss or an accidental meeting of
faces.
The following night we had talked for hours,
parting only because I needed to study for final
exams. His declaration of love had floored me,
and repeating it back had been as natural as
breathing. He had left me after a deep,
passionate kiss and when the door slammed shut
behind him, I had promptly neglected my
textbooks and retired to my room to pleasure
myself while I imagined his cock fucking me,
sliding in and out of my virginal pussy...
In a completely tender and respectful manner, of
course.
Two months of heavy petting, mutual masturbation
and promises followed. Long nights talking,
touching, tasting, discovering one another and
ourselves and trying desperately to obey the
puritanical teachings of our parents. At least
in theory.
Hormones prevailed, and now was our chance for
more.
A trip to Safeway enabled me to create a
semi-home-cooked meal. All using the microwave
in my lounge, which one of my suitemates refused
to let the rest of us use as none of us helped
pay the rent on it. When the cat's away...
We ate Salisbury steak, twice-baked potatoes and
broccoli with cheese, washed down with lemonade
and followed by micro-waved cookies, all sitting
at the ugly orange metal table where my roommate
held her study group.
"Are we really going to do this?" he asked when
we had finished and tossed away the paper
plates.
I was already tingling with anticipation. "If
you want to."
"Oh, I want to," he answered. "I just want to
make sure you're ready."
"I'm ready. I love you."
"I love you." His eyes smiled and conveyed the
same message as he kissed me lightly.
We withdrew to my bedroom and began kissing. I
ran my fingers through his hair and removed his
silver-framed glasses, carefully placing them on
the bureau. I slid my hands beneath his shirt,
feeling the warmth of his skin and the flat,
toned muscles of his abdomen.
"Will you take this off for me?" I requested
shyly and stood back to admire as he slowly drew
his shirt over his head. He was already hard
beneath his jeans, and thinking about what he
was about to do with his cock had my mouth dry
and my pussy wet and throbbing.
I ran my hands over his chest, through his dark,
curling hair, over his nipples, down the sides
of his ribcage. He wriggled when I touched him
there, and I laughed. He was ticklish.
My giggle released some of the tension, and he
began touching me as well. His hands gravitated
towards my breasts, covered in a green satin
bra, and he gently slid my t-shirt over my head.
He cupped my breasts and rubbed my nipples with
his thumbs through the satin, kissing me all the
while with lips and tongue.
Our passion quickly reached a fevered pitch and
we began struggling with snaps and zippers,
kicking out of our jeans and leaving our
discarded clothes on a pile on the floor. We
collapsed on my twin bed, and touched, kissed
and licked every inch of skin we could reach on
the other.
He clumsily struggled with my bra clasp, and I
helped him out, releasing my full breasts for
his viewing, and touching, pleasure.
When his mouth latched onto one distended
nipple, I couldn't help but moan. His warm mouth
sent electric shocks pulsing through my body in
a line straight from my nipple to my clit. I
arched against him, pressing my satin-clad pussy
against his cock, barely constrained by simple
cotton boxers.
He seemed huge, considering the fact that I
could barely manage to use a tampon.
"Are you sure?" he asked, and I met his gaze.
His eyes had darkened and seemed intense, framed
by sensually dark, curly lashes.
"Yes." I reached down to push his boxers off. He
scrambled to remove them and I slid out of my
satin panties.
The sensation of being completely naked together
nearly undid us both. His cock rubbed against my
pussy, his dark hair mingling with mine. For a
moment, we merely held one another, enjoying the
intensity of the moment.
"I'm going to come," he whispered, and I could
tell he was a bit embarrassed at his lack of
control.
I was determined that he would come inside of me
and reached down to guide him to my pussy. He
pressed, gently at first, then more eagerly.
It hurt, as it had the half dozen times before
when we'd abandoned our task, but this time,
rather than shrink away, I bit my lip and pushed
past the pain, trying to relax and welcome him
inside of me. He felt as huge as he'd looked,
but all I could think as my body adjusted to the
invasion of his was, "Finally..."
He thrust back and forth a few times and I hung
onto him, finally enjoying the feel of him
inside of my body. I began to move upwards to
meet him and ran my hands up and down his back,
breathing in his scent as my face was tucked
between his neck and shoulder.
He shuddered and moaned, long and soft, as he
came. I felt warm spurts of fluid deep inside of
me and reflexively clenched around him.
He collapsed, and I embraced him tightly. Tears
dripped down my cheeks as emotion overcame me.
He was forever bound to me now.
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