Daniel sprawled onto the sofa in front of the big TV in the dormitory lounge, waiting on his girlfriend Marcy to come down. The lounge was normally a popular hangout for dorm residents, at least on weekday evenings, but it was Friday and the place was nearly empty. So many of the students at this small Midwestern college lived within a couple hours of campus and went home on the weekends, that it was often a lonely and deserted ghost town on weekends. He was getting his evening news fix from Tom Brokaw when Jennifer Thompson sat down next to him.
"Hi Daniel," she said, "mind if I join you?"
"Hey Jennifer, have a seat," he replied. "TGIF!"
"Happy Friday to you too. I'm so looking forward to this semester being over, I'm sick of studying. What are you doing this weekend?"
"Mostly studying for a BioChem test. And doing some physics problems that are due Monday. How about you, what do you have planned?"
"Definitely not that much studying," she laughed. "I need to do something fun. Maybe you should take a break and have some fun; I think you work too hard."
"That's what Marcy keeps telling me. But the courses this semester are killing me; I can't get behind or I'll never catch up."
At the mention of Marcy's name, her smile seemed to fade a bit. Jennifer was a 19 year old freshman, and to put it politely, she was a big girl. Not tall; she was just barely 5' 4", and not grossly obese, but she was definitely on the chubby side of thick. And Daniel could tell that she'd had a crush on him ever since he had helped her move into the Co-ed dorm last fall. She showed up to Grantly Hall a shy, overweight girl not knowing a soul on campus, and had dropped an overloaded suitcase on the sidewalk, which busted open and spilled her clothes everywhere. He helped her get things stuffed back in, then carried the suitcase up to her room for her, and helped her finish unloading her car. It was instant infatuation for her, and since then she always had a smile and a wistful look for him. Daniel was friendly, but kept his distance; he had a steady girlfriend, and didn't want to do anything to make Marcy jealous. And he wasn't really one of those guys who were "into" dating big girls. But Jennifer did have a cute face, and pretty green eyes, and a sweet personality. Sometimes he let his eyes drift to her enormous cleavage, and think, 'what if…?'
Just then, Marcy came into the lobby. "Hi Jennifer," said Marcy. "Thanks for guarding my boyfriend for me. I'm afraid he'll have his nose in a chemistry book if left alone more than 15 minutes."
"No problem. I don't have anything else to do tonight." It was sort of a lonely, self-pitying lament, but well disguised as just pleasant small talk. "What are you guys doing tonight?" she asked.
"We're going to Emilio's for pizza, then going to see a movie." Marcy replied. "It's not like a hot date or anything, you want to come with us?" she added.
"Thanks, but I think I'll wander over to the Student Union and shoot some pool or something. You guys have fun."
Daniel and Marcy walked through the warm spring air to the popular pizza joint just a few blocks off campus, holding hands and enjoying a relaxed evening after a hectic week of classes and tests.
"I hope you didn't mind that I invited Jennifer to come with us." Marcy said.
"No, just a little surprised," he replied.
"I feel sorry for her; she's having a rough time. She's lonely and homesick and…" Her voice trailed off.
"And what?"
"And horny."
"How do you know she's horny?" he asked.
"She's two doors down from me on the 3rd floor, and girls talk. She's still a virgin at 19, and wants to change that condition. I keep telling her there's no rush, she should wait for the right guy, but I think she's desperate. And most guys don't give her a second look because of her weight."
"I saw her coming in late from a party with a guy a couple of weeks ago - they seemed to be all over each other." he replied.
"Yeah, that was a mess. Some guy she met at a frat party; he was obnoxious and rude and very drunk. Basically ripped her clothes off, then 'lost it' almost immediately when they started fooling around, then passed out. So she's still a virgin. But she wants to experience sex so badly I'm afraid she's going to make more bad decisions."
"And she told you all this?"
"Yes, I told you, girls talk. I just wish she could meet a nice, considerate guy who would treat her right, even if it is just for sex."
"So, since your first time was so awesome, you want all God's creatures to have the same glorious experience," he said with a grin. They had been dating for 2 years now, and Marcy had been a virgin when they met.
"All right smartass, don't get your ego all up in the clouds. Yes, my first time was great; you're a good teacher, but don't let it go to your head. I do wish her someone as patient and understanding and skilled as you for the first time, though." After a long pause, she added, "You know she has a big crush on you, don't you?"
He didn't know quite how to answer that. Feign ignorance? Acknowledge the obvious? Play it cool, with a side of macho? He must have waited too long to answer.
"Oh come on," she said with a laugh, "she looks at you like a puppy dog who wants to be petted every time she's around you."
"Yeah, I noticed. I think I was the first person she met when she got to campus last fall; I helped her get her things carried into the dorm. So she sort of latched onto me."
"Maybe I should just loan you out for Gigolo duty - you can deflower all the shy virgin freshmen girls of Grantly Hall."
"Danny the Gigolo at your service, Ma'am, have hard-on, will travel," he replied with a laugh. They both laughed; it was just a joke. They moved on to other topics of conversation, pizza, a movie, and later that night, some incredible sex. Afterward, lying in the dark with his hand on one of Marcy's pert breasts, he couldn't help but think about what it would be like to have Jennifer Thompson's enormous soft tits for a pillow, and to feel her large thighs wrapped around his head.
Two weeks went by in a blur of tests and lab write-ups and reports due. And Grad School applications; he was in the process of applying to three different schools, hoping to get an assistantship somewhere, and had gotten the last application in the mail just yesterday. He had barely seen Marcy most of the time, but was looking forward to the upcoming weekend; they were planning for a weekend on the lake at the state park about an hour from campus. He had gotten reservations for Saturday night at a rustic cabin right next to the lake, and was hoping for a weekend of sex, beer, fishing, and maybe some more sex. And no studying - they had made a pact not to crack open a book the whole weekend.
She broke the news to him at their genetics class on Friday afternoon: her aunt had passed away suddenly and unexpectedly the day before, and she needed to go home for the weekend and a few days into next week - the funeral was Tuesday.
Walking back to the dorm after class, he asked, "Would you like for me to go home with you?"
"Thanks for asking, but I think it would actually be less stressful if I go alone." she replied. "My Mom's other sister Aunt Marie and family are coming from Pittsburg, and the house will be full of cousins and uncles, and I think my Mom is really not dealing with this very well. Thanks for the offer, though. I hate that this comes on the weekend we had planned to get away together and relax."
"No one plans when a tragedy strikes. Are you sure you don't want me to be there?"
"Yeah, I do appreciate you being willing to, but I think it's better for everyone if I go home alone. What about the cabin - think you can cancel the reservation, or you think you might go by yourself?"
He hadn't gotten that far yet: "I don't know. Maybe I'll stock up on beer and minnows and go anyway; I hear the crappie are biting great right now. I need a break from this place." This semester had been one of the hardest of his 4 years in college, and to make things worse, it had rained buckets almost every weekend this spring; thwarting his chances to get out into nature and do a little hiking, fishing - anything away from campus and books and dorm room walls.
As they crossed in front of the library on the way to Grantly Hall, they met Jennifer Thompson heading across campus, looking gloomy.
"Hi you guys. How's it going?"
They both said hello, and Marcy added, "Just to let you know, Jennifer, I won't be around for a few days, I had a death in the family and have to go home for the funeral. You can use my meal card for the weekend if you want."
"Oh, sorry to hear that. Someone close?"
"My Mom's sister. We weren't real close, but it was completely unexpected. Anyway, I won't be back until probably Wednesday; I'll leave the card in your mailbox."
"Thanks, I appreciate it. Sorry to hear about your aunt."
"Well, she looks pretty down in the dumps," Daniel said as they walked on toward the dorm. "You'd think she was the one with a death in the family."
"I think she's getting more lonely and depressed, and she failed a Calculus test this week, so she's worried about flunking classes too. Maybe you could go see a movie with her or shoot some pool or something - try to cheer her up. She could use a lift."
"Maybe. You sure you're okay with that?" he asked.
"Sure, you know I'm not the paranoid, jealous type."
They were in the dorm lobby by now, and Marcy gave him a hug and quick kiss. "I've got to get on the road, got a 5 hour drive ahead of me."
"Be careful. I hope everything goes okay. I'll see you next week." he replied.
He was a zombie for a couple of hours. Friday nights after a week of classes were always a mix of relief and fatigue, and now that long-anticipated plans for the weekend were shot, he didn't know what to do with himself. He didn't know whether to call and try to cancel the cabin reservation, or sort through his fishing tackle and try to get excited about a weekend at the lake alone. Indecision settled like a fog in his brain. About 6:00 he headed over to the campus cafeteria for supper. Cafeteria food was an easy decision - no thought required. Get a little of everything on the plate. He sat down with his loaded tray in an optimum position to check out any cute girls going through the line or dining on the west side of the cafeteria - some things are just in the DNA.
He had just started eating when Jennifer came through the line, saw him, and headed to his table.
"Hi Daniel, mind if I sit with you?" she asked.
"Hey Jennifer, sure - have a seat and join me." he replied.
"So, you're not going home with Marcy for the funeral?"
"Nope. I offered, but she thought it best if she went alone."
"It was thoughtful of her to leave me her meal card - I have the weekday-only plan, so I usually just fix something in the dorm or go get fast food on the weekends. Your girlfriend is a really nice person," she added. "How did you guys meet?"
"We met at a frat party 2 years ago. Neither one of us is into the whole 'Greek' thing, but when they have open parties it's a great way to meet people."
"I've been to frat parties, but haven't really met anyone nice enough to date." she replied.
"So you're not dating anyone?" he asked, just making conversation.
"No. I don't know if you've noticed, but fat girls aren't exactly the most popular females on campus."
It was an awkward moment; he wasn't sure how to respond. It was a true statement. He didn't want to say anything to damage her self-esteem any further, but he also didn't think meaningless platitudes or outright lies, like "you're not fat" were in order. He ended up with a pretty much true compliment and a hopeful prediction: "You have the prettiest green eyes I've ever seen, and someone is going to look into those eyes and fall head over heels."
She smiled and brightened a bit, and they moved on to small talk about classes and dorm life, and making fun of the frat boys all lined up a couple of tables down with their Greek alphabet shirts on. When they finished eating and were walking back to the dorm together, he realized what a pleasant time he was having, talking with Jennifer and relaxing from the week; he didn't want it to end. He decided to go with Marcy's suggestion: "Jennifer, since my girlfriend has flown the coop and neither of us have any plans tonight, you want to go see a movie later?"
"Sure, that sounds nice," she smiled. "Just let me get a shower first."
"I'll check and see what movies are playing and meet you in the lobby in an hour."
When she came downstairs an hour later Jennifer was wearing a very short, low cut sleeveless light colored sundress that barely covered up her bra on the sides, and definitely did not cover her bosom on top - he could have parked a beer bottle in the cleavage between those large breasts. As they went out the door the setting sun illuminated the dress and silhouetted her body; he could clearly see the outline of her panties just above where her bare, creamy white thighs disappeared under the hem. He realized how sexy she really was. Even though she was definitely a chubby girl, she was still proportioned to arouse a man's libido. Her ass, though big, was nicely shaped, and her waist, though flabby and with extra rolls, was still narrower than her hips and chest. And that chest…well, it was just magnificent.
"You look nice tonight." was all he could think to say.
"Thanks," she replied.
The movie they watched was "Bachelor Party" starring Tom Hanks. Maybe not a perfect date movie but not bad; a light-hearted but raunchy comedy with lots of nudity and suggestive sexual situations. He got a bulge in his pants when a scene in the movie triggered something in his brain and the image of Jennifer's panties showing through her dress in the sunset flashed through his head. The warm contact of her arm against his on the theater seat armrest, and the sight of her bare thighs in the dim light of the movie screen grew his bulge to the point of having to shift in his seat and do some "adjustments".
After the movie they walked back to campus, making small talk on the way. They were now standing in near darkness outside the back door to the dorm. What now? He hadn't considered an ending to this "date". How do you end a date that really isn't a date, one that was suggested by your girlfriend, with a girl who has a puppy-dog crush on you, after watching a sexy, suggestive movie? And you do have a girlfriend. Who is, by the way, away at a funeral, grieving the death of a family member.
He decided a brief kiss on the lips would be appropriate; not too long, and no tongue, but more than a peck on the cheek.
"Thanks for hanging out with me tonight, I enjoyed it," he said.
"Me too, I'm glad you asked me."
They both leaned in expectantly; as he put one arm around her back and bent down to kiss her.
Their lips met and all plans and coherent thoughts vanished. She kissed him hungrily, like someone starving to death who was suddenly seated at a buffet. He sensed that she was starved - starved for attention and affection and the feeling of skin on skin and hot breath and wet lips and the tingling feeling of desire in the groin. Her tongue probed and explored his mouth, as if searching for passion and love and some meaning in her life. He was stunned at first, but then he kissed her back with equal intensity, wrapping his arms around her and pushing her up against the bike rack near the steps, pushing his crotch against her belly as her hands clutched the back of his head. A little voice inside his head said, "You've got to stop this," but he didn't want to stop this.
Finally, the kiss broke and they just stood there in the darkness, not sure what to do.
"Could we go for a walk? I don't feel like going in yet," she asked.
"Okay."
They walked across the campus quad in the warm night air, not holding hands but brushing against each other often, not talking at first.
"Was Marcy your first? I mean were you a virgin when you started dating Marcy?" she asked.
"No. But I was a late bloomer; my first time was the summer after high school. I was shy and didn't date very much in high school."
"I guess that makes me a really late bloomer then," she said. "Almost through with freshman year in college and still a virgin."
"That's not a bad thing; no point in having sex with someone you don't even like, just to erase the virgin label."
"But I want to know what it's like to have sex. Didn't you want to experience it when you were a virgin?" she asked. "Sometimes it's all I can think about, and I get so horny I can't stand it."
He chuckled; "sometimes it's still all I can think about; I'll be sitting in class and the professor just fades out and I'm lost in a sex fantasy about the girl sitting in the next row. Or I wake up at 3 in the morning thinking about some girl I saw in a bikini at the beach, and it's off to the races."
"Are you telling me you think about sex with girls other than Marcy?" she said playfully. "You're such a bad boy."
"So what experience do you have? Have you ever fooled around with a guy?" He was getting warmed up to this sex talk.
"I guess that depends on what you mean by fool around."
"Have you ever given a guy a blow job?"
"No."
"Has a guy ever given you oral sex?"
"Once, for about 30 seconds. It felt nice but then he got sick and passed out. I know it was from too much alcohol, but it sure didn't help my self-esteem any."
"That definitely sucks," he thought. "What about masturbation - do you ever play with yourself?" He could sense her blushing, even in the near-darkness.
"Yes."
By now they had crossed the quad and passed the Admin building, and were next to the Simpson Architecture building. He tried to resist, but he was drawn to the thought of climbing the outside stairwell to the top of the building - the 8th floor stairwell landing overlooked the whole campus and half the town; it was a favorite spot of his for a late night "walk". He knew he shouldn't. He had been in this movie before; he knew where this was headed if he gave in to the temptation. He should just turn them around and head back to the dorm and say goodnight. But he lost the inner moral battle. "You want to climb up the stairs on the Simpson building?" he asked. "It's a pretty cool view from up there."
"Sure, I guess. I've never been up there before. You sure it's okay?"
"As long as you aren't afraid of heights and don't get the urge to jump off, it'll be fine."
They climbed the 8 flights of stairs at a pretty leisurely pace, taking a rest break about halfway up. The view at the top was worth the climb; looking down on the tops of the oak trees in the quad, the rooftop of Grantly Hall in the distance, across to the lights of the 4 other residence halls and the football stadium beyond that. The springtime night air was warm, with the fragrance of honeysuckle blossoms wafting in the air and the low hum of night insects in the trees. A little bit of an adrenaline rush looking straight down over the side of the chest-high concrete wall at the ground so far below; she grabbed his waist and held on tight as she peered over the side.
"Yep, I've played this game before," he thought to himself.
Their kiss this time was spontaneous and mutual; no surprises, no shock, just hungry passion. His hands roamed all over her ample ass cheeks as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed against him. He slipped one hand down between them, searching for the bottom of her dress, then up between her thighs. The shock came when he touched the swamp between her legs. Marcy usually wore cotton panties; Jennifer had on some kind of silky, satiny panties, and they were completely soaked with her juices. Slippery wet and overflowing, her inner thighs were even wet. He stroked her puffy lips through the wet satin, and she moaned into his mouth when he felt the hard nub of her clit.
"God, you are so wet."
"Sorry, I can't help it."
"No, No, It's a good thing. I'm not complaining," He assured her. He found the top of the panties now, and slid his fingers inside and down over her clit and stroked the length of her wet slit. She moaned and kissed him even harder, as his fingers got soaked from both sides - pussy and panties. Now his middle finger slid inside her. No hymen - fingers or toys must have taken care of that barrier. She gasped and dug her fingers into his arm as he explored her wet pussy; stroking in and out, searching for the bottom of her vagina, curling his finger against the front wall while his palm pressed against her clit. Now two fingers, stretching her tight wet hole slightly while his thumb massaged her clit.
Neither of them could concentrate on kissing any more, and she just panted into the side of his neck as he finger-fucked and rubbed her to orgasm. "Oh God!" She shuddered and went limp, leaning back against the wall as the orgasm flooded her senses and she started giggling uncontrollably. He couldn't help but smile and laugh with her.
"I'm not laughing because it's funny," she said. "I'm just happy."
"I get it. I'm happy too."
"Let me do something for you now," she said, as she fumbled for his crotch, finding his erection underneath the jeans and squeezing gently.
He was turned on as hell and would love to feel her mouth around his cock, or bend her over and fuck her against the wall, but suddenly a pang of remorse hit him, as he remembered Marcy's suggestion: "Maybe you could go see a movie with her or shoot some pool or something - try to cheer her up." He had definitely cheered her up, but this was way past a friendly game of 8-ball.
He gently took her hand away from his crotch. "Don't take this the wrong way - you are very sexy and I would really like to do everything with you, but we need to stop. I have a girlfriend, and I've gone too far already. I shouldn't have let myself give in."
She was silent for several seconds, then said, "I understand. I'm pretty jealous of your girlfriend, just so you know. One more kiss?"
They kissed for a long time and then started down the stairs and walked back across campus to the dorm, not talking much on the way. In the lobby they hugged and he gave her a peck on the forehead. "I really enjoyed this evening. All of it," he said.
"Me too. Bye, and don't study too hard."
After she headed upstairs he was discombobulated again and didn't know what to do with himself. He sank into one of the easy chairs in the lounge and watched Letterman for awhile, occasionally bringing his hand to his nose and inhaling the pungent aroma of Jennifer's juices on his fingers. He had never encountered such wetness before! He was surprised her dress wasn't soaked as well. What would he tell Marcy, if anything? That they saw a movie? That they went for a walk? He had stopped short of actually cheating on his girlfriend, but sniffing your fingers covered in another girl's pussy juices wasn't exactly the opposite of cheating, now was it?
Finally, as the drunks started stumbling in from the Friday night parties, he headed toward his room. Passing the mailboxes near the front desk, he realized he hadn't checked his mail today. He turned his key in the lock and opened the mail slot, and found an envelope from Marcy. A small notecard envelope, with a red lipstick imprint of her lips on the fold - she always "sealed with a kiss." He could smell her perfume, and his heart sank with guilt.
Once in the room he opened the letter, and could hear Marcy's voice as he read her tidy handwriting:
Daniel,
Remember what we talked about a couple of weeks ago, about Jennifer?
She seems so lonely and desperate and horny, I feel so sorry for her and really wish she could have a "first time" that was memorable.
I don't really know if you find her attractive at all, but I just wanted to let you know that if you do, and if things go that way, I'm okay with you being her first. No pressure, definitely not pushing for it to happen, just letting you know that you have my blessing if it happens. Just don't get her pregnant, and for God's sake, don't fall in love!
Gotta run...
Love,
Marcy
He read it again to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks. His girlfriend was giving him explicit permission to screw another girl. He brought the letter to his nose and inhaled Marcy's delicate perfume, mingled with the stronger "perfume" from between Jennifer's legs, and knew three things for sure: he had the coolest girlfriend in the world, he was going to be Jennifer Thompson's first lover, and it was going to take all the willpower he could muster not to jack off tonight.
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The bed in the one-room rustic lake cabin was a queen size, with a comforter featuring a leafy nature motif. Jennifer was down to a bra and panties; some purple satiny panties that were already getting wet in the crotch. They had talked at breakfast, and he'd invited her to go to the lake with him for the rest of the weekend. On the drive out, he asked her if she was still eager to lose her virginity.
"Are you proposing a solution?" she had asked a little playfully. "Last night you didn't want to cheat on Marcy."
"I think Marcy would be okay with it," he said. "Do you want me to be the one?"
"Yes, you know I do. And I think Marcy is okay with it too, she left me a note yesterday with her meal card."
So Marcy had given them both permission! "Why didn't you say anything last night?"
"I figured she had already talked to you, and I wasn't sure if you even wanted me. I want you to want me too."
So here they were, passionately kissing on the bed, and he sure as hell did want her. He licked his way down from her neck to the top of her breasts, pulling the bra straps down off her shoulders as he went, pulling the cups off her big soft breasts, seeing her naked tits for the first time.
Big pink areolas nearly 3 inches across, with small pink nipples in the center. He cupped both breasts and pushed them together and licked and sucked; swirling his tongue all over them, sucking as much of the nipple and areola into his mouth as he could, tenderly biting her around the sides, raking her skin with his teeth. First the left one, then the right one, then pushing her soft flesh together enough to get both nipples in his mouth at the same time.
"This has to come off," he said. She rose up enough to let him get to the clasp on the back of the bra and he threw the bra on the floor, and went back to worshiping her soft mounds with his tongue. He kissed and licked his way down her belly now as he continued to caress her tits with his hands, stopping to French-kiss her belly button.
"That tickles," she giggled.
On down her belly, licking and sucking a soft roll of flabby belly fat into his mouth like a breast; nibbling on it all across her lower belly from one side to the other, while continuing to massage her tits. Then licking down to the top of her now soaking wet panties; he put his nose against them and rubbed up and down, getting his face wet with her slippery juices and feeling the outline of her pussy lips underneath. He started eating her pussy through the panties, licking up the wetness, pushing them into her vagina with his tongue, nibbling and chewing on her clit through the fabric. "Okay, now these have to come off." he said, as he pushed her thighs up and reached under her buttocks to grasp the back of the panties and slide them down; off her ass and up her thighs and over her pretty toes, now at eye level. Sliding back down, he held her thighs apart with his hands and just admired her pretty pink pussy for awhile.
This made her a little self-conscious: "Does it look okay? I'm not weird looking down there, am I?"
"No Honey, it's beautiful, I'm just admiring the view." Scooting on down, he slid his hands under her ass cheeks and buried his face in her pussy; licking and sucking and nibbling and tasting; he ate her with gusto. Not in any rush to bring her to orgasm, more along the lines of enjoying a fine meal and not wanting it to end. He probed with his nose, licked from the bottom of her slit to her clit and back again, wormed his tongue into her hole as far as he could go. Pushing her thighs into the air with his hands, he moved lower, to tease her asshole, which was unlike any he had seen before. Marcy and most of the women he had been with had a crinkled rosebud, or a "balloon knot" anus. Jennifer had a smooth expanse of pink skin nearly 2 inches across, with a tiny hole in the middle. No crinkle, no rose on the verge of blooming, just a smooth pink cone that sloped to the tightest little hole he'd ever seen. He lightly caressed the outer rim of the cone with his tongue; she moaned.
He slurped with abandon now, coating her asshole with saliva, trying to worm his tongue into her tight little hole, which proved to be impossible. She moaned louder and gripped the back of his head, nearly pulling his hair out.
"You are so dirty, but God that feels so good," she said breathlessly.
He slowly licked his way back up the length of her pussy to her clit. Wrapping his forearms and hands around her thighs and pulling them together against his head, he made love to her clitoris; licking and gently sucking and swirling his tongue on her, bringing her to the edge of cumming, then patiently slowing down, giving little butterfly kisses and licking the lips for awhile, then back to her clit. Finally, she went over the edge with his tongue swirling around her clit; bucking her hips and pulling his head against her with both hands and moaning as the orgasm rocked her whole body for what seemed like forever.
Afterward, he slid up and lay beside her, casually playing with her tits as she recovered from her orgasm.
"That was incredible," she said. "I've never cum so hard before. Your tongue feels so much better than my fingers. I don't think I could even walk right now if I tried."
After a few minutes of resting, she rolled over and put her hand on his crotch. "I'm going to make you happy now, and you better not try to stop me this time."
"I wouldn't think of it."
She fumbled with his belt, finally got it unbuckled, then struggled with the zipper, finally getting it most of the way down, and tried pulling his jeans down. Impatient with the slow progress, he said, "let me help with that," and stripped off his jeans and underwear and kicked them off the bed, then pulled his shirt off and tossed it. Lying naked with her for the first time; pretty sure this was the first time she had ever been next to a naked man. His cock was not fully hard, but close, lying on his belly pointing toward his chest, wet with pre-cum.
Jennifer gingerly put her hand on his cock and felt the girth and texture, slid her hand down and cupped his balls, fascinated with the whole package. "It feels so soft... I mean it's firm and hard but the skin feels so soft - it moves back and forth on top of the hard part. And your balls roll around. And you're wet - did you cum already?"
"No Honey, when I'm horny I just get wet and leaky like you do, only not as much. It's mother nature's lubrication."
She fully gripped his cock and stroked back and forth, getting the pre-cum smeared all over the head and on her fingers and testing out the feel of man's penis in her hand for the first time. She bent down and licked him tentatively, then took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, then gently sucked on the tip. "I've never given a blow job before," she said, "tell me what feels good."
"The main thing is to keep your teeth out of the way," he said, "it's pretty sensitive and teeth hurt. And you can stand it up straight; it won't break." Unless you bend it too far, he didn't add. "Scoot down between my legs so you have plenty of room."
She got down on her elbows and knees between his legs and took him into her mouth, eagerly sucking and licking his now fully hard cock standing straight up from his groin.
He lay back and relaxed, just enjoying the physical sensation of her hot wet mouth on his cock and the psychological thrill of being part of her sexual awakening; knowing his was the first cock ever to pass her lips. What she lacked in experience and skill, she made up for in pure excitement and enthusiasm. She seemed to truly enjoy this, and he could see a sense of wonder in her eyes as she concentrated on giving her first blow job. She could only get about half of it in her mouth before getting uncomfortable and backing off, but she was a natural at getting just the right combination of suction and tongue action; and she even started caressing his balls too. He closed his eyes and felt the rise of a long overdue orgasm.
"Am I doing it right?" she asked, staring at him when he opened his eyes again.
"You are doing it perfectly. You're going to make me cum."
"Is there going to be a lot? I don't know if I can swallow it."
"Why don't you just use your hand to finish me off this first time - you can watch me cum and not have to try to swallow it. I'll let you know when I'm close. Here, let me show you something," he added. "See the underside, where the skin comes together in a 'V' at the base of the head? That spot is really sensitive and it feels really good when you lick it. And it feels really good when you combine sucking with using your hand to pump up and down. Move your hand in combination with your mouth - jerk up and down as it goes in and out of your mouth."
Eager to please, she sucked him and jacked him off and swirled her tongue on his frenulum all at the same time, and his orgasm built to the point of no return. It had been over a week since he'd had sex, 3-4 days since he'd masturbated, and he'd been repeatedly in a state of arousal for the last 2 days - this climax was an unstoppable freight train headed down the tracks.
"I'm close, just jack me with your hand!" he exclaimed. "Don't stop when I start to cum."
"Arrrrgh, fuck!" The first spurt of cum shot out of his cock an inch or so and landed on her thumb. The second blast went more than a foot into the air and splattered down all over her wrist and onto his belly. In shock, she stopped jerking and just stared in amazement at the white spunk on her wrist.
"Don't stop, please don't stop!" he pleaded. He put his hand over hers to guide her; helping her squeeze and pump his cock as the hot cum boiled out of him and down over both their hands like lava from a volcano. He came more than he could ever remember - it just kept flowing out in spurts, coating both their hands and dripping onto his belly. It felt like his balls and ass were turning inside out and trying come out his penis, in a good way.
Finally he stopped cumming and they just lay there with her hand around his semi-hard cock and his hand around hers, both covered in semen, as his breathing slowly came down to earth.
"Did I do okay?" she asked.
He could barely even speak, and laughed as he forced out the words: "that was better than okay, that was awesome."
"I didn't know it would shoot into the air like that," she said. "Or that there would be that much of it. That's amazing."
"I bet there's still a little more," he said, and squeezed her hand and stroked toward the head of his cock. Another glob of white cum oozed out of the tip.
She bent down and licked it up with her tongue and tasted. "It's kinda bitter, but not bad tasting; doesn't taste like anything I've ever had before." She sucked the whole head of his cock into her mouth and cleaned off the rest of the cum from his cock. "I think I like it."
Their fingers were entwined and covered in cum; a slippery mess. He playfully squeezed her hand and squished the cum around. "Here's a tip to remember," he said: "some girls act like it's radioactive and won't even touch it when a guy cums, they can't wait to clean it off. That's a pretty big turnoff for a guy; feels like rejection. It's just cum, it's not toxic waste."
"Okay, I'll remember that." There was a big blob in the flat cupped space between his thumb and forefinger; she leaned down and licked it off and swallowed. Then she licked off a trickle running down her little finger onto her hand. Then, while looking him in the eyes with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she sucked both their index fingers into her mouth and licked them clean. "For God's sake, don't fall in love", Marcy had said. No guarantees, he thought, no fucking promises. She continued licking fingers while staring into his eyes until both of them were clean. He felt a twitch in his cock; watching her lick his semen off their hands was even hotter than cumming in her mouth would have been.
He pulled her up beside him and they just lay there for awhile, caressing and relaxing in a post-orgasmic state of bliss. She kissed him and started fondling his cock again, and before long he was rock hard again. He rolled over on top of her and ground his erection into her belly as they kissed passionately, getting closer and closer to her pussy, finally getting it wet with her slick juices as the head rubbed back and forth across her clit.
"You're technically still a virgin, you sure you want to do this?" he asked.
"You better not back out now," she said. "I want to feel you inside me."
He hated condoms and hadn't used them in a couple of years, since Marcy was on the pill, but it had to be done: he grabbed a condom off the nightstand by the bed and rolled it on. Spreading her thighs, he guided his cock into her wet pussy and slowly thrust into her, then stopped and just held her while they both got used to the feeling. Due to her thick thighs and belly he could only go about halfway in.
"Raise your legs up a little," he said as he helped bend her thighs toward her chest and spread them apart. Now he had a good angle and sank all the way into her tight pussy. Slowly he withdrew and then slammed back in. She wrapped her legs around him now with her feet sticking up in the air, giving him unfettered access and the right angle to fuck her properly. After getting the first pent-up orgasm out of the way, he was fully erect and excited, but nowhere near cumming anytime soon; he just wanted to fuck this sexy girl long and hard. Judging by the way she clung to him and looked into his eyes, that's exactly what she wanted too.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yes, it feels so good," she panted, as she pulled his face close for a kiss. He nestled his face into her neck and wrapped his arms around her as he settled into a rhythm, fucking her with long hard deep strokes. Her wet pussy made squishy noises with every stroke and the juice ran down her ass crack onto the bed. After several minutes he was starting to get a little tired.
"Hang on," he whispered. Holding her tight, he abruptly rolled them over so Jennifer was on top. "You get to do the work for a change, cowgirl."
She giggled and was a little flummoxed for a second, not sure what to do, but she recovered quickly and started riding him energetically, with her hands on his chest and her big titties bouncing along with every stroke. "I like this," she said, as she sat straight up and began grinding against him; his cock staying deep inside her and her clit moving back and forth against his pubes. He slid his hand down between them and found her clit with his thumb, and gripping a roll of her belly with both hands for support, began massaging her wet slippery clit. This was the magic touch! Her eyes sort of glazed over and her pace quickened as she eagerly chased the orgasm that was quickly building. She closed her eyes and fucked him with abandon, lost in a trance of desire and pleasure as his thumb made circles on her clit.
"Ooohhh, God!" She came suddenly, her eyes still closed, still riding him hard; her fingers clenched into the flesh of his chest in a way that would have been painful in any other situation, but felt so right just now. As the orgasm rocked through her, she opened her eyes and looked at him, almost sheepishly, a little embarrassed. He wanted to cum now, badly. Gripping her beautiful tits with both hands, he jack-hammered up into her cunt and squeezed her tits, getting closer and closer until he went over the edge, spurting cum and fucking like his life depended on it. As the spasms subsided, he pulled her down on top of him, cupping her ass in his hands and loving the weight of her body on him, the feel of her tits squished against his chest - she felt comforting, like a heavy, warm security blanket.
Breathing heavily into his ear, she asked; "am I too heavy?"
"No, you feel wonderful." he said, as he wrapped his arms around her and hugged even tighter.
They lay there for a long time just caressing and kissing, as their frantic heartbeats slowed and the breathing came back to normal.
"Yay! I'm not a virgin anymore," she finally said.
"So, do you like sex?" he asked.
"I love sex! Sex with you, anyway."
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By Sunday afternoon he had definitely gotten his money's worth from a box of condoms. He felt drained and spent, and he would never look at girls who carried extra weight the same way again. Jennifer had a happy but sore pussy and had experienced sex in all the major positions, plus a few variations. On the drive back to campus he felt a wave of conflicting emotions. He wondered how much of this weekend to share with Marcy. Would this weekend be a negative or positive in their relationship? Did he have feelings for Jennifer more than just as a sexual fling? As he pulled into the Grantly Hall parking lot, another thought crossed his mind - despite the beautiful sunny weather he had spent the whole weekend indoors, and he never found out if the fish were biting.
