Chapter 12 -- Ginger
There was a huge plate of home-made chocolate chip cookies on my doorstep when I arrived back at my apartment in Provo. I laughed when I read the note, which said, "Welcome back Brother. Don't forget that we have FHE (family home evening) tonight. Love, Your Sisters." The plate of cookies wasn't just for me. They had left it with me to bring to the Monday night meeting. They knew that if they left it in the house, all of the cookies would be gone before the family got there.
I got unpacked, and went to the house at 6 PM for the meeting, carrying the plate of cookies with me. "Hi Pete," my 'sisters' squealed when I entered through the front door. It was funny because there were several new faces (who obviously had never met me before) around the room, but everybody seemed to know me.
The normal flirting started immediately, not just with me, but with all of the guys when they got there. It was just harmless fun, though, unless somebody ignored the unwritten rule of not dating members of the family. Unfortunately, not everybody was paying attention to that rule. 'Brother' John and 'sister' Sue were getting pretty serious, even that first night back to school. I caught them kissing twice. It reminded me of the short time I had spent with Carmen.
I pulled John aside and reminded him about the rule, but he just blew me off. "MYOB" (mind your own business) was all he had to say as he walked away from me. No problem. He was obviously the kind of guy who would have to learn the hard lessons himself.
A little over a month into the fall term, there was a stir in the family. Sue was pregnant, John had married her, and they had moved into married housing on the other side of campus. Sue had gone to John's room when his roommate was gone for the weekend, and he had seduced her, taking her virginity and impregnating her. When she started getting sick, she went to John, who tried to ignore her.
Sue then went to the Bishop and confessed what she and John had done. The Bishop called John into his office and gave him two options: John could ignore the situation, whereas the Bishop would report him to the school administration (Standards Office) and he would be expelled, or John could marry Sue, and they could live together while John continued his schooling. Either way, Sue would be dropping out of classes. BYU didn't like girls throwing up in their lecture halls because of morning sickness.
John decided to marry Sue. They went down to the Provo City Hall and applied for a marriage license. Then, they had the Bishop marry them. There was no pomp and circumstance. The only ones in attendance were the Bishop and his wife, John and Sue and the family mother and father as witnesses. The Bishop took care of filing the paperwork with the city after the marriage. I thought the real reason why the Bishop had the 'parents' attend was to show them what happened if they didn't keep a close watch over their family in the future. It never happened again in that BYU family.
John and Sue moved out of their apartments and were lucky enough to find a vacancy in the married housing on campus. Sue dropped out of school (which really pissed off her parents) and found a job at the local K-Mart. John continued on until the end of the school year, but then had drop out of school to find a real job to support his wife and upcoming baby. We lost track of them after that. In any event, the whole catastrophe re-emphasized the importance of NOT dating family members to me. Yes, I know the same thing could happen with a girl who was not in the family, but when it happened in the family, it hit really close to home, if that makes any sense.
Going back to that evening with the family, I have to say that I was really tempted by one of the new girls in attendance that first week back. Her name was Ginger, she was a redhead with bright green eyes. She was petite, maybe 5-feet tall and maybe ninety pounds soaking wet. I was really attracted to her, and she was flirting with me like crazy.
At first, I thought she was just one of the new girls in the family and therefore off-limits, but fortunately, it turned out that she was just sleeping over with a friend until her dorm room was ready the next day. To me, that meant that Ginger was fair game for dating. When I found that out, I asked her for her contact information (dorm and room number) and asked her on a date for Friday evening. She accepted, and we talked the rest of the evening. Everybody was happy that I had brought cookies for refreshments (joke).
When Friday rolled around, I showed up at Ginger's dorm at precisely 6 PM. She wasn't waiting in the lobby when I got there, but she walked in before I had to talk with anybody about her. PDA (public displays of affection) was frowned on at BYU, but she reached up to kiss me on the cheek as soon as we left the dorm.
She also took my hand to claim ownership. Girls were very territorial at BYU. While on paper, there were about the same numbers of guys and girls attending the university, what the statistics didn't show was that well over half of the guys were already married while very few of the girls were married. That, effectively, made the available girl to available guy ratio about 3 to 1. It was a happy hunting ground for guys, but the competition was fierce between girls for the available guys. Any way they could show their territorial claim to a guy, they would.
Again, I took Ginger to the Brick Oven for pizza. We had a great time talking and eating for about three hours. I have no idea where she put it, but Ginger actually ate more of the pizza than I had (I have no idea where she put it). When we were done, the pizza was completely gone.
I learned a lot about Ginger that evening. Like Carmen, she had been a recent convert to the Mormon Church, and she was still confused by a lot of its teachings. That put her at a disadvantage to a lot of girls who had grown up in the Church, and were totally familiar with its teachings. One requirement at BYU was that students had to take at least one religion class for each year of attendance. She and I both struggled with that.
Ginger was from Connecticut, was the only child in her family. Her parents were both professionals. Her father was a lawyer, and her mother was a doctor. She had grown up in affluence, but was often cared for by servants while growing up rather than her parents, who were always away at work. She was shy (even though she seemed like she was very outgoing with me).
She said that when she first saw me, she just had to get to know me, so she overcame her shyness. Ginger had seldom dated in high school, had never had a boyfriend, and was often awkward around boys. For some reason, though, she felt comfortable with me.
After dinner, I asked Ginger if she would like to come with me to my apartment. She said that the girls in the house next door to my apartment that I had an apartment to myself. She asked, "Will I be safe alone with you in your apartment?"
I smiled and replied, "Only if you want to be."
Ginger smiled back and said, "Then let's go to your apartment."
When we got to the apartment, I parked just down the street, and we walked to the apartment. She asked, "Why don't you park in front of the garage?"
I told her, "If my car is in the driveway in front of my apartment, I am sure to get unexpected visitors, since people know I am home. I would prefer not to have visitors while we are there together." That made sense to her.
I led Ginger up the stairs to my apartment, unlocked the door, and asked her to remove her shoes just inside the door. She then looked around the apartment. "This is really nice," she said. "How did you find such a great apartment?"
"I was lucky," I replied. "I came in right before New Year and the previous tenant (a married couple) had just graduated and moved out. That left an empty apartment. The landlord was hesitant to rent it to me, since he was looking for another married couple to rent it, but I came along with the cash, and he decided to let me have it. When I left for the summer in June, he said that I had left the apartment in better condition than any previous tenant had, so if I wanted to come back, I was welcome to do so."
"And here I am," I said.
"Nice," she replied. "I would love to live in a place like this."
"Well," I answered, "The only way that a girl is allowed to live here long-term is if we are married, and I'm not quite ready for that yet."
"Hmmm..." she sighed. "Maybe I can change your mind."
"Maybe," I answered. "But for now, I would rather just get to know you better."
Ginger looked around the apartment again. "There aren't any chairs or couches. Where do you sit?"
I smiled. "On the bed."
She looked at my queen-sized bed and said, "OK," and then said, "This bed is very comfortable. Come snuggle up next to me." Never one to pass up and opportunity, I did just that.
When I scooted over to her, instead of sitting next to her, I lay my head on her lap and closed my eyes. Her hands automatically came up to rub my shoulders, neck and scalp. When she realized what she was doing she asked, "Is this OK?"
"More than OK," I replied. "It is wonderful."
As she continued massaging my head, neck and shoulders, my face was right next to the hem of her skirt and her bare legs. I was happy to see that she didn't wear pantyhose. That was becoming way too common in the US, and it made things much more difficult for guys. I placed my hand on her thigh and started massaging her as well. She moaned and leaned down to kiss my head.
I raised up and kissed her on the lips. She wasn't expecting that, but she returned my kiss. Her kiss was tentative, though, as if she had no idea what she was doing. It soon became apparent that she didn't know anything about kissing or anything else sexual. I loved BYU for this. There were so many totally innocent girls running around, and most of them were desperate to find a mate. They were easy to teach and easy to please ... as long as they thought you were theirs alone.
"Mmmm..." she moaned into my mouth as I continued to kiss her.
"Wonderful," she muttered as I broke the first kiss.
"You like that?" I asked.
"Oh yes," she replied. "I love this." With that, I leaned back in to kiss her again, even more passionately this time. She was now flat on her back. I was next to her, so my weight didn't crush her, and I was leaning across to kiss her and caress her body ... and caress it I did. Her body was squirming, not trying to avoid my touches, but to increase the pleasure she was feeling.
Ginger was wearing a short dress, and after I had caressed her breasts through her dress and bra, I reached around behind her to unzip her dress and unhook her bra. Then, as I continued to kiss her and caress her body, I slowly slid them down her body until the bra was off and her dress was below her knees.
I'm not sure when, exactly, she realized that she was down to just her panties, but when she did, there were no sudden movements to cover herself. Her hands were behind my head and on my back, and her movements were to pull me closer rather than push me away.
I broke the kiss once more, and then I was kissing her earlobes and down her neck to her breasts. The whole time, she was moaning and pulling me in. When I reached her nipples, I sucked one into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue. I could tell that she was almost to climax already as I traded between her nipples, giving each its fair share of suckling. It was only minutes before Ginger started shuddering in pleasure, her body seemingly coming unglued around her mind.
My hands had been busy, as well, and her panties and my clothes were now gone, clearing the field completely. When her orgasm started in earnest, I slid down to kiss and suck her pussy. "OH my God," she squealed.
As orgasm flowed into orgasm for her, Ginger lost all sense of reality. Her body was rocking against me as I sucked her clit and labia. My finger had found the small hole in her hymen and had found her G-spot within. Everything I did was to bring her even more pleasure. When I thought she could go no higher, I slid up over her until my cockhead found her vaginal entrance. I let it slide around for a few moments, and then I slowly slid my cock into her vagina.
Her eyes jerked open when my cock pierced her hymen, but then closed again as she continued to orgasm. Pretty soon, my whole cock had been swallowed up by her tiny pussy, and the tip was firmly pressed against her cervix.
I kissed her again, and then I asked her when her last period had ended. "Wednesday," she answered. "It ended on Wednesday." Years later, Southwest Airlines would adopt the phrase, "You are now free to move around the country." It felt to me like she was saying, "You are now free to move around in my pussy."
Her pussy was unbelievably tight. I know that she had just lost her virginity, but not all pussies are that tight, even when they have been freshly opened. I knew that I wouldn't last long with her vagina squeezing my cock as hard as it was, but I just decided to fuck her as long and as hard as I could.
That was what I did. I lasted a lot longer than I thought I would in such a tight pussy, and when I finally came, I pressed my cock firmly against her cervix as I released load after load of my seed deep into her womb. My cock shooting my semen into her seemed to push her over the edge again, and then her vaginal muscles were milking my cock dry. "Oh my God," she repeated several times. "So good."
When we came down from our climaxes, she hugged me and kissed my face. "When do you want me to move in?"
"What?" I replied. "Are you anxious to get thrown out of BYU?"
"Oh," she said. "I hadn't thought about that. "Maybe we should get married first."
I laughed. Don't you think we should know each other well enough to fall in love first before we start thinking about marriage?"
"But you came inside of me, so now I will get pregnant," she said.
"That was why I asked when your last period ended," I replied. When you said it ended on Wednesday, I knew that you can't be fertile right now. That was why I was able to cum in your pussy. I wouldn't want to make you pregnant unless we are already married. There is too much risk otherwise."
"Oh," she sighed. "So, I'm not going to get pregnant?"
"Who knows what will happen in the future," I said, "But there is very little chance that you will get pregnant from our coupling tonight."
"I'm not sure if that makes me happy or sad," she replied. "I want to continue my education, but I also want to become a wife and mother."
We can probably do this as much as we want this weekend, but if we do this more after this week, then we will have to use some sort of birth control or we will get pregnant," I said. "If I take you to Planned Parenthood, will you start taking birth-control pills every day?"
"OK," she replied. "If that is what you want, then that is what I will do. When will we go?"
I will take you there tomorrow morning, and I will pay for your prescription, if necessary," I said.
"OK," she sighed.
"Now," I asked, "Do you want to do that some more?"
Her eyes got wide. "You can do that more than once in a night?"
"Of course," I replied. "Twice would be common, but four or more times is possible."
"How many girls have you been with?" she asked.
"Enough to know what my body can do and enough to know what pleasures a woman," I said. "Is there a problem with that?"
She thought for a moment and then replied, "No. I suppose it is better that you have some experience. You certainly made me feel good."
I kissed her deeply, and she enthusiastically returned my kiss. This little girl was eager to please, and I was her object of affection. As with every girl I had ever been with, I hoped that it would last.
My cock had slid out of her pussy during our conversation, so we had to start back at the beginning and go from there. After we kissed a while and I had caressed her earlobes and neck, I concentrated on her breasts ... not just on the nipples, but on the areolas and the surrounding soft tit flesh. By the time I was done with her breasts, they had hickeys everywhere under her nipples. I purposely didn't suck too hard on her breasts above the nipples, as that would have been more difficult for her to hide.
Once she was moaning in pleasure, I moved once again to her pussy. I licked and sucked her labia and clitoris and used two fingers to probe her vagina. Even with just my fingers inside her vagina, she was tight, but she seemed to enjoy what I was doing as I sucked and licked her clitoris and labia while my fingers worked her G-spot.
I stopped my ministrations and got between her legs, which she was spreading to give me better access. I told her, "Put my cock into your vaginal entrance and push your pussy down onto me." She hesitated, but only for a moment. Then, her hand found my cock and directed it into her depths.
I let her take the initiative, so she would also take part of the responsibility for making love to me. I reasoned that a girl who took responsibility for participating in sex was much less likely to suddenly blame the guy for seducing her (or worse yet ... accuse him of rape).
She pushed against me as my cock slid into her wet vagina, and we were soon thrusting and withdrawing in ever increasing power and tempo. The room was filled with the sounds of wet sex, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before we both climaxed. I was soon shooting spurt after spurt of my seed through her cervix and into her womb as her vaginal walls rippled around my cock.
We collapsed, but when we recovered a bit, she asked, "Is sex always like that?"
"Only when it is really good," I replied. "Only when it is really good. You are very special, which was why it was so good." She smiled and closed her eyes, my cock still buried deep inside of her pussy. When I rolled to the side, she rolled with me to keep that contact. Both of us fell asleep like that. It was the early morning hours when we once again woke. She said that she couldn't go back to her dorm so late and asked me to take her back to her dorm in the morning. I told her I would do that, but we would have to be careful not to be seen around my apartment. I didn't want a bunch of gossip.
In the morning, we got into the shower (and made love there again as well as washing each other clean). Then, I took her to IHOP for a late breakfast, to the Planned Parenthood office (which was luckily open on Saturday), and then back to her dorm. I would have liked it better if she had stayed until Sunday, but she had homework she needed to get done. I kissed her deeply before she got out of my car, and I asked her when we would see each other again. We compared schedules and discovered that we were both free on Tuesday afternoon. She said she would meet me at my apartment after her last class, if I would feed her lunch. "That's a deal," I replied.
Just before lunch on Tuesday, Ginger was knocking on my door. I let her in, and we were once again kissing. I told her that we had sandwiches, chips and drinks for lunch. She asked, "OH. Where do we eat?"
I answered, I normally just stand here by the counter when I eat in. Either that, or I just sit on the bed and use the nightstands to set things on."
"I vote for the bed," she replied. "Unless you want to try something besides eating in the kitchen."
I laughed. "While that sounds interesting, maybe we should start out on the bed. It is much more comfortable."
"OK," she replied. "I'm sure we can find something to do on the bed. I have been missing the feeling of having you inside of me so much. I had no idea that it would feel so good or that I would want it again so much."
"Are you hungry?" I asked.
"Famished," she replied, "But I would wait if you wanted to make love before lunch."
"Well," I said. "I made Reuben sandwiches, and they are much better when they are still hot."
Ginger stuck out her lower lip to pout, but then said, "OK. Let's eat first, but then I want you to make love to me."
"Deal," I replied. I'm not sure what lunch tasted like because we ate it so fast, and then I was pulling off her clothes as she removed mine.
When we were both naked, Ginger lay on her back and pulled me to her. I settled on top of her and she reached down between us to line up my cock with her vaginal entrance. "We can have foreplay later. Right now, I want your cock deep inside of me."
"OK," I said. With that, I thrust into her, burying the entire length of my cock in her vagina. She gasped, sucking the air from the room. I immediately started thrusting into her, picking up speed and power quickly. Ginger responded by thrusting her hips back at me, meeting every stroke with her own. "God, it feels so good inside of you," I moaned.
"I missed this so much," she replied. "I have been dreaming of this moment." Ginger's body was matching my every move, and producing a large volume of natural lubricant to ease the way. My cock was pounding into her pussy, sloshing loudly and filling the room with the scent of lovemaking. It wasn't long before Ginger started to orgasm, and then this repeated over and over again. I could barely resist the urge to cum for a long time, but I finally succumbed to the overwhelming sensations and pumped load after load of my seed deep into her womb.
After we both recovered from our orgasms, we lay on the bed and discussed our situation. Both of us wanted to continue our education, and we knew that if we got married, that likely wouldn't be possible. Therefore, we decided to put marriage on the back burner and keep our relationship sexual rather than romantic. Of course, it wasn't possible for us to keep all romance out of the equation. Women are built mentally to equate sex with love, whereas men tend to separate the two things. For that reason, a woman will always be jealous and possessive of her partner.
A few weeks into our relationship, we were sitting on a bench on-campus eating our lunches when jealousy raised its ugly head. Jill came walking up and confronted me about not waiting for her. Ginger was shocked, and immediately wanted to know everything about Jill and my past. I had always been reticent about discussing my sexual history with a woman, learning early on that once the can of worms was opened, it would be impossible to put the worms back.
In any event, when we had to part ways to get to our classes, nothing had been resolved, so when we got together on Friday evening, Ginger started right back in on her game of twenty questions. Since I had the time to think about it in the intervening time, I had decided to give her an abbreviated version and then ask her to drop it, which was exactly what I did. Unfortunately, Ginger couldn't drop it.
She left my apartment after I refused to go on with the interrogation. From my perspective, if this relationship was going south, it would be better to cut my losses rather than continuing a bad thing. I resolved that, if she wanted to continue our relationship without continually bringing up the past, then we could see where our relationship might lead. However, if she refused to back off with the jealousy, then I would back away from the relationship.
I have to give Ginger credit. She came back to my apartment the next morning and promised to try to bury the past. We made love, and it seemed like everything would be OK. We stayed together as a couple for a few more weeks, but eventually, she just couldn't keep her jealousy in-check, and started the interrogation again. I tried to remind her of our agreement, but she wasn't listening anymore. We broke up. Amazingly, we remained friends and hugged every time we saw each other on-campus.
Chapter 13 -- Betty
Even though I carried a fairly heavy class load, I still had time for some fun classes. Unfortunately, classes are set up for students to take general education courses throughout their college career. When a student takes most of their general education courses during their first two years, as I had, it messes up the schedule. Most universities want students to take classes in a certain order, and having all of your general education courses done first makes it hard to fit the remaining classes you need (major and minor) in any order at all.
This resulted in not always being able to get classes in my major when I wanted to take them. I bounced up against that problem frequently at BYU, and it required some creative scheduling to complete all of my classes for graduation. It also meant that I needed to take classes during the summer sessions.
However, it also left gaps in the schedule, which I could fill with classes I found interesting. That was how I ended up taking a woodworking class. This wasn't where you would expect to find girls, and indeed, most students were boys. However, there were three girls in the class. Two of them were wearing frilly dresses, so I figured they were just looking for boys (not a bad thing, but I didn't expect them to stay for long). The third girl was wearing a shop coat, so I guessed that she was serious.
I talked with the two girls in dresses that first class and got their contact information for future dates. Sure enough, neither of them came back for the second class. The third girl, however, was there and appeared to know what she was doing.
It was several weeks into the term before I introduced myself to the girl in the shop coat, "Hi. I'm Pete."
"Hi Pete. My name is Betty." I talked with Betty and found out that she was from Nevada. Even more interesting, she wasn't a Mormon and had come to BYU because of her major (she wanted to become a shop teacher), so we had something in common. I had loved woodworking in high school, and had become pretty good with building things with wood. I decided to build a hope chest (with a drawer, since that was a class requirement) for my little sister in this class.
At the end of the class, I asked Betty out for a date. She was a freshman, so like most freshmen, she was living in the dorms. I picked her up at her dorm on Friday evening and took her for pizza (yes, this was my go-to date, but girls liked the Brick Oven and it was a good place to talk). We talked during dinner, and we got to know each other pretty well. After we finished our dinner, I asked her if she would like to come with me back to my apartment. She said, "Yes," and off we went.
At my apartment, I let Betty in first and asked her to remove her shoes just inside of the door. She thought it was cool that I had the apartment to myself. In her dorm, four girls were crammed into a space smaller than I had with very little privacy. After looking around, though, she asked where we could sit. I told her all I had was the bed. She laughed. "Hmmm... Are you trying to lure me onto your bed?"
"Only if you want to sit," I replied.
Betty looked at the bed again, and then sat on the edge. I went around her and sat with my back against the pillows. She shook her head and then scooted over to sit next to me. I turned to her. "You are very cute, you know."
"I'm not cute," she replied.
"I think you are," I said. "If I didn't think you were cute, then I wouldn't have been attracted to you and I wouldn't have asked you out."
She thought about that and replied, "I suppose that is true, but maybe you need to see somebody about glasses."
I laughed. "If you only knew. My eyes are not only OK, but I can see better than most people." I can read at thirty feet what most can only read at twenty feet, and I can see in the dark."
"You can see in the dark?" she asked. "Prove it."
"OK," I said and turned out the light. When I returned to the bed, I immediately reached out in the dark and touched and fondled her right nipple. Betty never saw me coming as my hand went directly to her nipple, and she jumped a little but didn't try to move away. Then, I leaned down to kiss her. There was no bumping of noses because I could see her.
"Do you believe me now?" I asked.
"I'm not sure," she replied. "Maybe I will in a little while."
"Sure," I said and leaned in to kiss her again. This time, I used my tongue to enter her mouth, and she sucked at my tongue. The kiss lasted for minutes, and my hands continued to caress her breasts.
When I broke the kiss she said, "I think I can see where this is going even not being able to see in the dark."
"Do you mind?" I asked.
"No," she replied. "I don't think I do mind."
I leaned in to kiss Betty again and let my hand wander under her top. She was wearing a bra to hold in her large breasts, so I reached around behind her to release the hooks. Her bra hung loose, and my hand quickly found her bare breast.
"Mmmm..." she moaned. "I had a boyfriend in high school, but all he wanted from me was a blow job. He never touched my breasts."
"Wow," I replied. "He was crazy. You have beautiful breasts."
"You can see them?" she asked.
I lifted her top along with her bra and landed my lips right on her nipple, sucking it into my mouth. "Does that answer your question?"
"OK," she replied. "I believe that you can see in the dark. I don't know how it is possible, but I believe you."
I continued to suckle her nipples, switching back and forth between them as Betty moaned beneath me. She was now lying flat on her back. I pushed her top and bra up and over her head, and she didn't resist at all. "Please don't stop," she begged. "I love this."
I paused for a moment and said, "Don't worry. I won't stop until you tell me to." Then, I went back to suckling her nipples. Her hands were running through my hair as I suckled her nipples and caressed her breasts. She was breathing really heavy as she enjoyed the action. I let my hands wander south to the hem of her skirt and then up her legs to her panties. Instead of removing her skirt, I just pulled her panties slowly down her legs. From her movements, it appeared that she didn't even notice her panties leaving. Once off her feet, I let them fall to the floor.
Betty was making a lot of noise, moaning and squealing from my ministrations. I could tell she was getting close, so I slid down her body and licked her vulva from her vaginal opening to her clitoris. She just about came unglued. Her skirt was up around her waist and she was bare above and below it. She was now almost screaming in pleasure as I kissed and sucked her labia and clitoris. I knew that it wouldn't be long before she climaxed.
Moments later, her body began to shake. I hadn't even tried to finger her yet, but I could smell and taste the sweet/sour juices flowing out of her pussy. I continued eating her as she orgasmed. When her first orgasm subsided, I paused for a moment and then started kissing and sucking her vulva again. Her second orgasm was even more powerful, and she was screaming, "Don't stop. Don't stop."
I kept it up until she started coming down after her second orgasm. I slid my pants and boxers off, and then slid up over her to kiss her lips. Her legs naturally created a saddle for me to lay in as we kissed. "That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt," she said. She could feel the tip of my cock resting at her vaginal entrance, but I hadn't tried to press it forward. She wiggled her bottom a little, causing my cockhead to settle into her vaginal entrance and asked, "Is this what you want?"
I replied, "Yes."
She pressed against me, causing my cock to enter her. "Oh," she cried out as the tip of my cock slid about an inch into her. "Wait for a minute. That hurts."
I paused, then pulled back and thrust forward again, this time penetrating deep into her pussy. Again, she cried out in pain. The first time, it was just my cock pressing against her hymen that caused her pain. The second time, my cock tore through her hymen, removing her virginity forever.
"Oh wow," she whimpered. "That hurt."
"It will be OK," I replied. "The worst is over." I paused and let her get used to my cock filling her pussy.
When she gave a test squeeze of my cock, I knew it was OK to move again. I slowly slid out of her, only leaving the tip in her, and then I slowly slid all the way back into her. I did this several times until I could feel her body responding to my cock sliding in and out of her. Then, I started to speed up.
I asked, "Are you OK?"
"Yes. This feels so good now," Betty moaned. I took that as permission to speed up even more. Betty's hips were rocking under me as I repeatedly thrust into her pussy. Her large breasts were rocking back and forth as my strokes rocked her entire body.
I leaned down and kissed Betty as we fucked. Even during the kiss, I could still hear the groans, squeaks and squeals coming from her mouth as my cock continued to pummel her pussy. Over time, I found that every woman's pussy was unique, and Betty was no exception. While some pussies remained excruciatingly tight the first several times a woman is fucked, Betty's pussy seemed to get loose almost immediately as we had sex that first time.
The girth of my cock was pretty large, which should have made for a tight fit in a virgin pussy, but even I felt that her soft pussy wasn't gripping my cock very well after the initial few strokes. I could only imagine what it would have been like for some guy following me in her vagina. I'm sure they would have felt totally lost in her pussy. Needless to say, it wasn't the most memorable fuck of my life with her vaginal walls applying almost no pressure on my cock. Nevertheless, Betty said she thought it was the best thing she had ever felt.
When I felt her starting to climax, I sped up the tempo to try to end my own journey quickly, but that didn't work because of the lack of sensation in my cock. However, I just continued on, finally pumping load after load of my seed deep into her womb. She was still shuddering in orgasm when I finally stopped moving. I rolled off of her, and lay there next to her thinking. I had hoped that Betty might be somebody that I might be with for a while, but sex with her just didn't have that feeling I had come to expect.
I asked Betty when her last period had ended, and she told me almost three weeks before. At least I wouldn't have to worry about her getting pregnant. We showered together and then I took her back to her dorm. I decided not to ask her out again. She was a nice girl, but she wasn't a good fit for me (in so many ways).
I also dated the other two girls that had come into the class the first day, but nothing really came from that. When they realized that I wasn't a Mormon, it was as if I had grown horns and they quickly lost interest. Of course, they weren't the only girls that happened with at BYU. I found that girls either accepted me for who I was or they didn't. Either way, I was fine with it. There were plenty of available girls at BYU, so having some that weren't interested didn't hurt my feelings at all.
Chapter 14 -- Darlene
After I broke it off with Betty (and I had a series of uneventful dates), I was once again looking for female companionship. It wasn't as if there weren't any opportunities. With single girls outnumbering single guys by 3 to 1, there were lots of girls that would consider any guy she met at BYU as a catch. You have to remember that, because BYU was a Mormon university, and since missionary service was so highly valued for guys, most of the Mormon girls were looking for a returned missionary to marry. Unfortunately for the girls, most returned missionaries already had a girl waiting for them when they returned from their missions. This meant that available returned missionaries were very rare at BYU.
The scarcity of available returned missionaries meant that most girls were forced to lower their sights. That gave a lowly Catholic guy like me (who most of these girls wouldn't even consider in their home towns) was suddenly a possible relationship. Of course, most of the girls I dated saw me as a project, with their main goal being that I would convert to the Mormon religion before we married. Simply being at BYU, they assumed that I was favorably inclined toward the Mormon religion.
Most dates ended in disappointment for both of us, me not submitting to a visit from the Church missionaries (even though I was constantly being referred to the missionaries), and her not wanting to go further than a kiss and maybe a feel. There were, however, girls who were willing to go a lot further than a kiss and a feel in attaining their goals. Yes, most (if not all) of them thought that sex before marriage was a sin, but some were willing to commit that sin and repent, if it could result in marriage later and me being converted. For most Mormon girls, they had so much faith in the rightness of their beliefs that it never occurred to them that others might disagree.
Darlene was one of the girls who was willing to take a risk with me, thinking that she could just repent later. We met in a biology class (one of my last general education requirements), and we immediately struck up a conversation. It was soon apparent that she was struggling with the class material, so I offered to study together. That was exactly what she was hoping for, and we agreed to meet at my apartment in the evening of every day we had biology class.
The first time she came to my apartment, she was surprised to see that I lived alone, and she was even more surprised to see that the bed was the only place to sit in the apartment. However, she soon overcame her reticence, and we were sitting on the bed with our backs against the pillows studying together. Darlene was struggling understanding the material, so I carefully explained each concept and subject to her as we went through the book and study sheets (it helped me too since, even though I wasn't struggling, my mind retains information better when it is repeated).
Darlene was delighted whenever she understood some new point, and showed her gratitude by kissing my cheek. After a while, I started turning my head, so her kisses were landing on my lips. This startled her at first, but then she got used to kissing me and started enjoying it.
When we were wrapping it up for the evening, I decided to take a risk and pulled her toward me while we were kissing. This deepened the kiss, and I was able to introduce her mouth to my tongue when she opened it to say something. Her words never formed, however, and she was soon lost in the kiss and actively participating. It was obvious that she was finding this pleasurable.
I have no idea what was going through her head, but she didn't resist at all when my hands found her breasts under her top. Darlene was from southern California, and seldom wore a bra. Therefore, when my hands slipped under her top, they were met by bare breasts, waiting to be fondled. Darlene moaned into our kiss, and became more passionate as we progressed. She was quickly losing all of her inhibitions, just loving the pleasurable sensations I was giving her.
I pushed her top up until I was able to slide her arms out, and then as I lowered my mouth to her nipples, I lifted her top from her head. If she was going to protest, this would have been the time, but she didn't. Instead, she simply pulled my head toward her breasts and moaned in pleasure.
Being from southern California, I was fairly sure that she had fooled around with boys before. I had met a lot of girls from southern California, and very few of them were still virgins much past their fifteenth birthday, so I wasn't expecting anything different from Darlene. She was sure loving me suckling on her nipples and caressing her breasts.
When I unhooked and unzipped the side of her skirt, however, I started getting negative signals. Her hand went down to hold up her skirt at first, but I was patient. I had experienced girls who were hesitant at first, only to become willing partners after their skirts and panties had been lowered, so that was what I was expecting. While there were a lot of innocent virginal girls at BYU, I found my share of non-virgins as well.
When Darlene prevented me from lowering her skirt, I just moved my hand to the bottom of her skirt and let it trail up her inner thighs to her panties. At that point, she didn't know what to do. She couldn't hold her skirt and protect her panties at the same time. Added to that, I was still vigorously suckling her nipples, drawing out numerous moans and sighs from her, and one might say that poor Darlene was somewhat distracted.
To say that she simply gave up would be a misstatement, but she no longer struggled against me. Instead, her hands went back to my head, nudging me to trade back and forth between her nipples. The result was that her skirt and panties made a slow trip down her legs and off her feet.
The playing field was now completely open, but there was still a barrier to progressing further. I needed to shed my own clothes without triggering her to resist me again. I decided to leave my shirt on, and I just slid my pants and boxers down my legs and off as I continued to suckle her nipples and fondle her body. I'm not sure when she finally realized that I was naked except for my shirt, but it was very late in the process.
My fingers found her vulva, and I was rubbing her labia and clitoris, causing her to produce natural lubrication. It wasn't until I tried to slide my finger into her vagina that I realized that Darlene was still a virgin. At first, I felt no barrier, but when I tried to slide into her depths, I came up against her hymen about halfway in. Suffice it to say I was surprised. However, I knew better than to say anything, because anything I might say would likely break the spell and end our exploration.
Instead, I worked Darlene with my fingers, alternating between her clit and her vagina, until she was moaning in pleasure. Then, I abandoned her nipples and slid down her until my lips found her clitoris and sucked it in. Her whole body convulsed as I sucked her clit. At that point, I decided to try my luck with her hymen, pressing my finger against it until the hole stretched enough to allow access beyond it.
Her hands were now at the back of my head and her legs were trying to crush me like a grape between them. I don't think she experienced any pain when my finger stretched out her hymen. There was certainly no outward expression of pain. When I started sliding my finger in and out, Darlene's hips started to rock. Between that and me sucking her clitoris, she was rapidly approaching the edge.
I let her get all the way to her orgasm before making any further move. When her body started shuddering and I could feel her vagina rippling inside, I slid my finger out and replaced it with my cock. One swift thrust was all it took to bury my cock deep inside of her pussy. Her eyes popped open in the realization that I was fucking her, but then she closed them again as the pleasure from her orgasm continued.
I started with slow, shallow strokes, but I built up the momentum and strength of my strokes until I was fucking deep into her pussy. Darlene's hips started to rock against me as I thrust into her depths, and we were soon humming along at a good rhythm. Once again, she was moaning and squealing as I increased my tempo. I kissed her again, and she returned the kiss with passion.
I was fucking her hard by now, and she was fucking me back just as hard. It was interesting that so many virgins seemed to be just waiting for a switch to be flicked before they became total sexual creatures. That was certainly the case at BYU. Even though Darlene had never experienced sex before, her instincts took over as soon as my cock penetrated her pussy, and now she was fucking me as if she had been fucking her whole life.
We lasted for quite a while, considering how tight her pussy was, but we eventually came to the end. Her body went into orgasm first, and I followed shortly thereafter. I pressed my cock into her cervix and pumped my seed deep into her womb. This was somewhat irresponsible since I hadn't asked about her period, but I had resolved long before that, if I got a girl pregnant, I would take care of her.
As it turned out, Darlene was already on the pill, even though she was still a virgin, so there was no risk. That was another thing that surprised me ... how many girls were on the pill due to cramps during their periods or other medical reasons. Granted, most virgins at BYU were not on the pill (for any reason), but the number that were on the pill wasn't insignificant.
As we were laying in each other's arms, Darlene commented, "Well, that was a different kind of biology study session."
I laughed. "Did you like it?"
"I certainly wasn't expecting it," she replied, "But it felt a lot better than I had been led to expect."
"Would you do it again?" I asked.
"I might want to wait a few minutes, but yes. I would do it again with you," she answered.
I laughed again. "I was just asking in general, as in would you like to do this again in the future, but I would definitely do it with you again today, if you wanted to."
Darlene kissed my face. "I have always dreamed about getting married in the temple, but I'm not sure that will happen now. Most temple-worthy Mormon men want a virgin, and I'm no longer a virgin."
I replied, "It has been my experience that few of our childhood dreams work out the way we think they will, and usually things work out even better anyway. I hope that you will create new dreams and make them come true."
"Thank you," she said. For a non-Mormon, you are very wise."
I laughed. "I will take that as a compliment."
"It was meant as a compliment," she added. Then, she kissed me again. I think we could have fallen asleep in each other's arms, but we both had classes the next morning. Therefore, Darlene needed to sleep in her own bed in order to get up in time for her first class. She asked if I would accept a rain check for our next love-making session and, of course, I agreed. We did take a shower (with some touchy-feely) before I took her back to her dorm that night.
Two days later, we had biology again, and Darlene came back to my apartment to study again that evening. We agreed that it would be best to do our studying first, and then make love afterwards, so she would do well in the class. After all, I cared about her well-being, and I wanted her to do well. Once we had gone through all of the new material, and Darlene was feeling comfortable with it, she pulled her top off and unhooked her bra. She was clearly ready to continue where we had left off the last time.
I shrugged off my clothes as she finished undressing, and pretty soon we were both laying naked on my bed. I lay on my back, and she straddled me, kissing me passionately. Her large breasts were being dragged across my chest as she slid around on top of my body. My hands naturally migrated to her breasts and caressed them.
My cock was now hard, and her pussy was sliding around on top of it. She reached down between us and positioned the tip of my cock at her vaginal entrance. It was inevitable that my cock sank into her pussy until it was pressed tightly against her cervix. Darlene moaned into our kiss as I started sliding in and out of her depths. She was definitely ready as her pussy was producing a lot of natural lubricant, coating my cock and running down over my balls.
I rolled Darlene over onto her back and pressed my cock into her vagina. Then, I started to fuck her in earnest, increasing the speed and force with every succeeding stroke. Her legs came up to grip my waist, pulling me even deeper into her pussy. After a while, this triggered my orgasm, and I was again filling her womb with my seed.
She hadn't climaxed yet, so I continued stroking in and out of her pussy until her orgasm finally came crashing over her. When she started to come down, I stopped my movement and lay there with my cock pressed firmly against her cervix. Darlene liked having my cock filling her pussy completely and enjoyed the pressure on her cervix even more.
We had biology every Tuesday and Thursday, and we continued our study sessions until the end of the semester. It not only gave both of us a lot of stress relief and sexual satisfaction, but we both got A's in the class. Darlene was surprised by that because she seldom got A's at BYU. I got mostly A's while I was at BYU, so it was no surprise to me. Having Darlene as my Tuesday and Thursday girl meant that I was free to look for other girls as well. The fact that she was OK with casual sex without a promise of marriage was a real plus as well.