Chapter 15 -- Annette
I had Darlene coming over to my apartment every Tuesday and Thursday, which left the rest of my week free to meet other girls. I also didn't have to worry about Darlene getting jealous, since that wasn't the kind of relationship we had.
I found myself hanging out at the university library a lot, since it offered me a quiet place on-campus to study and complete projects, while still offering me the chance to meet girls. That was how I found myself sitting at a table in a back area of the library one Saturday afternoon when a cute girl with dark brunette hair came walking up to me. "May I sit here?" she asked, motioning at the seat across from where I was sitting.
"Of course," I replied. "There is always room for a pretty girl."
She hesitated, but then replied, "Thank you."
I decided to introduce myself. "Hi. My name is Pete."
"Hi, Pete," she replied. I'm Annette."
"Where are you from, Annette?" I asked.
"I grew up in central Utah," she said. "In Salina. Do you know where that is?"
"Yes," I replied. "I know where it is. It's just on the road if you are going to Richfield or Fish Lake."
"You know that area?" she asked.
Again, I answered, "Yes. I was in charge of the climbing program at a camp near Loa."
"Oh, wow," she exclaimed. "You climb?"
"I do," I said. "Are you interested in climbing?"
"Oh, no," Annette answered. "That scares me. I could never do that, but I admire those who do climb."
"Well," I said, "Maybe you would like to watch me do some climbing up in Rock Canyon this afternoon. I was going up there after I finish here at the library."
"Yes, please," she replied. "I would like that very much."
"OK," I said. "It will take me about an hour to finish my project. Is that OK with you?"
"Yes," she answered. "I will be done by then."
When I finished up an hour later, Annette had already put her books back on the shelf and was waiting patiently for me. I told her that my car was back at my apartment just off-campus and asked if it would be OK if we stop there first. She was fine with that, and it turned out that the house she lived in was on the same street as my apartment. Like the house next to my apartment, there were seven other girls living in the house with her.
When we got back to my apartment, we went in, took off our shoes, and I had her sit on my bed while I went into the bathroom to change into my climbing clothes. It gave her a chance to look around my apartment. "This is such a nice apartment," she said when I came out of the bathroom.
"I like it," I answered.
"It must be really nice living alone like this," she commented.
I asked her if she needed to use my bathroom before we went up the canyon. She did, and soon we were driving toward the canyon. I hadn't actually brought any climbing gear except for my climbing shoes, since I wasn't planning to do anything other than bouldering. I bouldered for a while, and then we went over to the Chicago route by the green gate.
Annette couldn't believe it when I swung from hold to hold as I ascended the route. I think it scared her to death, but she watched the whole time, unable to tear her eyes away. When I reached the top, I told her I would be down in a minute, and turned to scamper off the back side of the quartzite slab the route was on and down the slope next to it until I once again reached the green gate.
"That was scary," she said. "I would never do that."
"It's OK," I replied. "Very few can do it, and I would never ask you to do something that scares you."
"Would you like something to eat?" I asked.
"What did you have in mind?" she replied.
"Just something at McDonalds," I answered.
Annette smiled. "That sounds great."
We headed down the hill and past the university to the McDonalds on University Avenue. We ordered burgers, fries and shakes, and then sat down to talk and eat. Since we hadn't talked all that much at the library, we spent quite a bit of time getting to know each other at McDonalds. When we had pretty much worn out our welcome at McDonalds, I asked if she would like to continue our conversation back at my apartment. She liked that idea, and off we went.
Arriving at my apartment, I parked just down the street, and we walked to my apartment. When I let her in, we once again removed our shoes, and went to sit on the bed. I scooted across the bed so my back was against the pillows, and Annette quickly joined me.
She leaned in to kiss me, so I returned her kiss. Our embrace lengthened and became more and more passionate. Annette had definitely kissed before. After several minutes, we broke our kiss, but then she sighed and said, "That was nice. Let's do it some more."
I kissed her again, this time allowing my hands to wander up under her top to her breasts. Realizing that she was wearing a bra, I reached behind her to unhook it, and then let my hands caress her bare breasts. I don't think she saw this coming because she jerked a little when my fingers first contacted her nipples, but I held the kiss, and she eventually got used to my hands on her breasts.
She was moaning into my mouth as I massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples between my fingers, so I knew that she was getting pleasure from my actions. She told me later that she wasn't sure what she should do when I touched her breasts, but that she had decided to just see where it went. Annette had never dated a non-Mormon boy (and she didn't even know that I was a Catholic at the time because we hadn't discussed religion), so she expected that I would eventually stop myself at some point.
Annette assumed that 1) I was a Mormon since I was attending BYU and 2) I was probably a returned missionary since I was older. Both assumptions were incorrect. Annette was a freshman at BYU and had been taught all of her life that she should be passive and follow the direction of men, so she was just letting me continue my activities. Besides, I was giving her the most pleasurable sensations that she had ever felt, so she didn't really want me to stop.
By the time she realized that I wasn't going to stop, her top and bra had been pushed up and free of her breasts and were around her neck, and her panties had been pushed down her legs and off of her feet. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist. Annette never even noticed when I slid my pants and boxers down my legs.
By then, she was so turned on that she couldn't have stopped me if she had wanted to ... and she wasn't sure that she wanted to. I was kissing and suckling her breasts and nipples as my fingers massaged her vulva from her clitoris to her vaginal entrance, and Annette was writhing in pleasure under me with her eyes closed.
I continued like that for a while, and then I moved further down her body until I was kissing and sucking her clitoris and labia and my fingers were exploring her vaginal entrance. Annette's hymen was up inside of her vagina, so I was able to stimulate her G-spot with my fingers as well as working her clit and labia with my mouth. It was only a few minutes before her body went into orgasm, and she was gasping in pleasure as waves of pleasure washed over her.
I slid up her body until my cock settled into her vaginal entrance. I worked my cock around in her juices to lubricate it, and then I thrust up into her vagina, sinking almost fully into her and breaking her hymen with the first thrust. Her eyes shot open and she cried, "Oh no. What are we doing?" But then, when I rested deep inside of her for a moment, she relaxed and resolved herself to the fact that she was already being fucked.
When I felt her vaginal walls tentatively squeeze my cock, I figured that it was time to continue. I withdrew my cock a little and then slowly thrust even more of my cock into her depths. Annette was breathing heavily as I started to slowly fuck her, but she didn't voice any more protests to what I was doing.
Once my cock was pressing firmly against her cervix with every thrust, she started rocking her hips to meet my thrusts, fully participating in this sex act. Her eyes were once again closed, but she had a smile on her face. The initial tears from penetration were now gone, replaced by her eyes fluttering from the pleasure she was feeling.
As I was fucking her, I asked when her last period had ended. She hesitated, but then told me it had ended almost three weeks before. That meant I was safe to fuck her all the way to climax. I redoubled my efforts, slamming into her pussy, and causing the room to fill with the sounds and scents of sex. Her pussy was by then producing large quantities of natural lubrication.
I had finally come close to the end, but she had not yet climaxed, so I rubbed her clit with my thumb and forefinger as I fucked her hard and deep with my cock. That sent her over the edge, and I was able to fill her womb with my seed as her whole body seemed to melt around my cock.
Both of us fell asleep after we climaxed, and it was a couple of hours later when I awoke to the feel of her kissing my body. She was whispering, "I love you, I love you, I love you," to me. As I opened my eyes, she realized I was waking up, and she quickly straddled my body with her legs. It was only a moment before my cock was once again deep inside her vagina. "I will make you happy," she said as she slid onto my cock.
"That's sweet," I replied, "But I am already happy. Please don't throw the "L" word around too soon. At this point, this is only sex."
"OK," she said, "But I will make you love me."
"Maybe," I said. "Love doesn't come instantly, and we certainly don't know each other well enough to be in love."
"Oh," she replied as she settled her pussy fully against my cock, the tip pressing firmly against her cervix. "You had better hope that you didn't make me pregnant, or none of that will matter."
"That was why I asked about your last period," I said. "If your period ended almost three weeks ago, there is almost no chance that you will get pregnant."
"Yeah," she said. "About that. I wasn't thinking very well when you asked me about my period, and I misspoke. It has been a week and a half since my last period ended. So, will you marry me if I get pregnant?"
I sighed, "Yes, Annette, I will marry you if you get pregnant. However," and then I lifted her off of my cock. "The first time cumming inside of you is a risk I will take, but we won't take that risk again, just in case you aren't already pregnant. By the way, you shouldn't have misled me like that. Now, go get a shower and I will take you home."
Annette was very disappointed in the current state of affairs, but she obeyed and walked into the bathroom to shower. When she returned, I was already dressed. She quickly dressed, and I walked her down the street to her house (a couple of blocks away). We exchanged contact information, and I walked back to my apartment.
I knew that I had to be more careful in the future, if I hadn't already rolled the dice once too often. In the future, I would always ask about girls' menstrual cycles and birth control BEFORE we were already sexually connected ... even if that meant that things weren't going any place because of me asking the question. I just didn't need that much risk. Sure, girls could still lie to me, but there was no way to mitigate that risk.
I checked in with Annette every few days after that until about a week and a half later when she informed me that her period had come. That was a relief. I asked if she would like to go to lunch, but she didn't see any reason to celebrate and declined my offer.
Chapter 16 -- Judy
Even after my episode with Annette, I still wanted to meet new girls. I didn't have to do too much looking, however, because girls were constantly looking on their own. I was just walking back to my apartment from the BYU campus when a girl came jogging up behind me and slowed down to match my pace. "Hi. You're cute," she said. "I'm Judy."
I glanced over to see a pretty blonde walking next to me and replied, "You are beautiful, Judy. My name is Pete."
We stopped and talked there on the sidewalk for a while, and I eventually decided that Judy was a girl I wanted to know better. I asked her if she was busy or if she might want to spend some time getting to know each other better. When she agreed to get to know each other better, I told her that we were almost to my apartment, if she would like to accompany me. She agreed and we walked to my apartment.
Upon entering my apartment, we removed our shoes and I gave her the nickel tour before we sat on the bed to talk. I was not going to make the same mistake I had with Annette. We talked for a couple of hours, and then I invited her for pizza, and we went to the Brick Oven pizzeria to talk some more. By the time we were ready to leave, we both knew a lot more about each other than I have with many girls.
Judy knew that I was prior military and Catholic (both of which surprised her but didn't frighten her away). She knew why I had come to BYU and what my academic background and goals were. She also knew about my family, but that I was totally independent (which she really liked and admired). She knew about my climbing, which she thought was crazy, but that she could accept.
I knew that she had graduated from high school the previous spring (a freshman at BYU now) in Salt Lake City, and that she had debated whether to go to BYU or the University of Utah. She had decided on BYU because she didn't want to live at home while going to college, so now she shared a house with several other girls on another street a few blocks from my apartment. I knew that she was on the pill (because her mother insisted before she would allow her to live away from home).
I also knew that although she was a Mormon, she was open to a relationship with a non-Mormon. She had immediately realized that finding a returned missionary at BYU was nearly impossible, and that the boy/girl ratio wasn't exactly favorable for even finding a good Mormon mate (which had been her parents' hope for her at BYU). I even knew that Judy had two boyfriends in high school, and although she had her breasts groped and she had given hand-jobs, she had never gone "all the way" with either of them.
As we were leaving the restaurant, Judy kissed my cheek and said, "I really like you. Could I be your girlfriend?"
"Sure," I replied. "I like you too. Would you like to go back to my apartment, or should we do that another day?"
"I have a bunch of homework this evening," she replied, "But I would love to spend time with you another day."
"OK," I said. "What time do you get out of class on Wednesday?"
"My last class ends at 2 PM on Wednesday," she answered.
"Fine," I replied. "Come over to my apartment when you get out of class on Wednesday. I only have morning classes that day. I will fix us a late lunch."
About ten minutes after 2 PM on Wednesday, I heard somebody coming up my stairs. I opened the door just as Judy reached it and ushered her inside. After removing her shoes, I had her sit with her back against the pillows on my bed and then I brought over two plates with toasted cheddar and tuna sandwiches with chips (one for her and one for me). Then, I brought over two glasses of soda and set them on the side table next to her on the bed. After hopping up on the bed, I leaned over and kissed her. "Hello girlfriend," I said. Her face lit up in a smile.
We ate our sandwiches and chips, and then I put the dishes on the other side table, so they would be out of the way. Judy was wearing a pull over top and a pleated skirt, which by this time was already riding up on her thighs. Once the playing field had been cleared, I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. She reciprocated, and we were soon kissing passionately. By the time the first kiss ended, we were lying next to each other on the bed. The next kiss became even more passionate as my hands found her breasts. She was wearing a bra, but it was unhooked very quickly. "You have beautiful breasts," I told her. "May I see them without the top?"
Judy nodded her agreement and pulled the top and bra up over her head and off. "Wow," I said. "They are gorgeous." Her breasts were about a C-cup, and they were perfectly proportioned. Her nipples were already erect, and sticking up about a half-inch above small areola. I couldn't resist bending down to her breast, and she sucked in air when I sucked her nipple into my mouth.
Judy was pulling my head into her breast and gasping as I traded back and forth between her nipples. "Oh my God. That feels so good," she cooed.
I continued suckling her nipples and caressing her breasts until she was writhing next to me. Then, I unhooked and unzipped her skirt and started dragging it and her panties down her legs. "Slow down," she pleaded. "I want to do this, but I don't want to rush."
"Don't worry," I answered. "I won't do anything you don't want. Just tell me what you want." Her skirt and panties were already down at her knees when she stopped me, so I kissed the top of her pussy, licking through the furrow of her labia as I did. That pushed her beyond caring what I was doing, and her panties and skirt were soon leaving her feet without complaint. Once her legs were free, Judy spread them to give me better access to her pussy. I doubt that she did that consciously, but her instincts simply took over and her brain shut down.
When I sucked her clitoris into my mouth, her reaction was immediate. Judy's legs tried to squish my head like a grape as her body went into orgasmic convulsions. I backed off a little, only licking her labia and sliding my finger into her vaginal entrance, but not sucking her clit. It seemed like her clit was just too sensitive to touch unless I wanted her to come totally unglued.
Judy was squealing and moaning as I worked on her pussy. I found her hymen very quickly because it was right at the entrance, but the opening was big enough that I was able to work my fingertip in to the second knuckle. Any further than that, however, was causing her pain, so I decided to let my cock explore further once she wanted me to proceed. That didn't take very long with my ministrations on her pussy, and she was soon begging me to, "Put it in me."
I wiped the excess juices from my mouth and moved up to kiss Judy on the lips. As I did, I slid my cockhead around in her juices until it was thoroughly wet. When it settled into her vaginal entrance, I pressed slowly forward until it wouldn't go any further. Then, I thrust forward, and my cock slid quickly into her vagina. As my cock came firmly against her cervix, I paused long enough for Judy to recover. Tears were running down her cheeks, but she was pulling me toward her with her arms.
After the initial pause, I started thrusting and withdrawing, fucking her in increasing passion. Judy started pressing back against my thrusts, and I increased the power and tempo of my strokes until our groins were slapping against each other in rapid succession. I have no idea how long we lasted, but it was a while, and when we climaxed, it was sudden and powerful. It felt like her pussy was trying to suck my cock even deeper into her body (not that it was possible).
We both collapsed on the bed, and then we quickly fell asleep in each other's arms. When we woke again, I suggested that we shower together, and she agreed. Of course, the shower led to more sex, but in the end, we were both clean when I drove her back to her house. It was way too late for her to walk (even though it wasn't that far). We kissed one last time, set a date for Friday evening (I would pick her up from her house), and I left for my apartment.
Overall, Judy made a great girlfriend that semester. We would meet two or three times a week (sometimes she would stay the weekend), we would fuck constantly, and she never pressured me to marry her. When she went home at the end of the semester, we were still on good terms. How things would progress after the summer was left in the air. It turned out that she went to Utah State her sophomore year, so we didn't continue our relationship. She had met a nice Mormon boy during the summer who went to Utah State, so she transferred up to Logan to be with him.
Chapter 17 -- Diane
I decided to continue on through the spring and summer blocks (half-semesters) after the winter semester ended. I was able to schedule several classes I needed that were difficult to schedule during the normal school year. Besides, I was making more going to school on the GI Bill than I could make with a summer job (at least I told myself that). In any event, it would allow me to graduate the following April if I stayed at BYU through the spring and summer.
I had taken on a double major of mechanical engineering and civil (structural) engineering. Because there were many shared courses, that wasn't as difficult as it seemed at first glance. I had been taking a fairly heavy class schedule, and I would continue that until graduation the next year. That didn't mean that I didn't have time for girls, though.
Attending spring and summer blocks meant starting all over with girls, since both girls I had been meeting with regularly were leaving at the end of the winter semester. That wasn't all that bad though. There were a lot of new girls on campus at the start of spring session, so the opportunities were plentiful.
During spring block, there were many girls who had been at BYU during the regular school year and many girls who transferred in from other schools. The reasons why the girls were attending the spring and summer blocks were as varied as the girls themselves. And, of course, there were also girls who were working in Provo during this time, so they could continue their schooling in the fall. Some girls just couldn't afford the trip home (often on the other side of the world) and then back again to BYU. Like I said, there were many reasons.
Diane came from a working-class family in Kuala Lumpur, and she figured that she could make a lot more money staying in Provo until the fall than she could by going back to Malaysia to work and paying for the flight both directions. It turned out that Diane's parents were converted Mormons, and the rest of the extended family was Muslim, so there wasn't much chance of a good future for her in Malaysia anyway. She caught my attention because of her Asian look (yes, I'm a sucker for long, black silky hair, dark eyes and a tan complexion).
She was in transition from the dorms to an apartment off-campus when I met her. Diane had secured a job at a local business as a bookkeeper (she was an accounting major), so she would make better than the normal student wage most kids got. I actually met her on-campus before the end of the winter semester, and had offered to help her move to her new digs off-campus. The apartment that she was moving into held six girls in three bedrooms, and each bedroom had its own bathroom, but the landlord said they rarely had full tenancy during the spring and summer blocks, so she ended up with a bedroom to herself until fall semester started again.
Anyway, after I helped Diane to move her stuff to her new place after finals, we started dating. She didn't have much of a social life, so she was happy to spend time with me. Of course, we started out by going to the Brick Oven (that was usually my go-to place for a first date). It allowed us to talk for a long time, especially since the place was almost deserted during the spring and summer blocks (even on Friday evening when we went). As long as we bought food and drinks, the management was happy to let us stay as long as we wanted.
After dinner, I offered to show her my apartment, but she played the "tired" card, and I took her back to her apartment instead. I did set up another date for that Friday (our first date was on a Wednesday), though, and told her I would cook her dinner at my place. She accepted. I kissed her goodnight, and drove back to my apartment alone.
Diane had to work on Friday, so I picked her up at her apartment late that afternoon after she had time to freshen up. I had been up in Rock Canyon climbing all day, so I was bit tired (and scraped up) myself. I went home first to shower and clean up before going to pick her up. We greeted at her door with a kiss, and I drove her to my place.
She sat on my bed while I "cooked" dinner. In reality, I grilled a couple of Reuben sandwiches I had prepared ahead of time. She had no complaints, though, because she really liked her sandwich. We sat on the bed and ate as we continued our discussion from our first date. Somewhere along the way, Diane leaned over to me to thank me for dinner with a kiss.
That first kiss was more of a peck on the lips because Diane had no experience with boys. In Malaysia, she had attended an all-girls school, and her parents had been very strict with her, so there was no dating. In fact, our date to the Brick Oven was her first date ever, and the goodnight kiss after the first date was her first kiss ever.
Diane was not only a virgin, but she was a complete innocent when it came to boys and sex. I did find out that she had just finished her period that week (between Wednesday and Friday), since she gave cramps (because of that time of month) as one of the reasons why she didn't want to go to my apartment on Wednesday. When she arrived at my apartment, I asked if she was still having cramps, and she said she hadn't had any since Wednesday. So, by Friday evening, all was clear.
We talked a while longer, and then I leaned into her and kissed her softly on the lips. I didn't want to scare her, so I started slow. When I broke the first kiss, she said, "Wow. That was nice." Of course, I kissed her again. And again. And again. And again. Well, you get the picture. There is nothing better than a kiss well done to stir a young girl's soul. By about the tenth kiss, Diane was kissing me passionately, and our tongues dancing and playing in each other's mouths. I could tell that Diane's passion level had raised about ten-fold.
She was showing no signs that she wished to stop kissing, so we just continued on continuing on. Along with the kisses, I was allowing my hands to wander around her body, above her clothes to start with, but gradually sliding up under her clothes to massage and caress bare skin. Rather than trying to block my hands, Diane was moving her arms out of the way (to the back of my head and my upper back to allow my hands to have maximum access to her body.
When my hands finally found the sides of her breasts, she shuddered and moaned, a sure sign that you are doing something right. I brought my hands around to her breasts to caress her nipples, and she went crazy in our kiss. Eventually, she raised her head and squealed, "That feels so good." I took that as my cue to raise her top and lower my lips to her nipples. Again, she threw her head back and moaned at the pleasure.
"Oh, Pete," she cried. "What are you doing to me?" As I suckled her nipples, she started to shudder and squeal. "This is heavenly, but should we be doing this?" she asked.
I paused just long enough to say, "As long as you are enjoying it, and there is no danger of you getting pregnant, I don't see why we shouldn't be doing it. Too many people think that whatever feels good must be bad. I am the opposite. God made us that we might have joy. Therefore, whatever feels good is a gift from God, and we should enjoy it." Then, I went back to suckling her nipples and caressing her breasts.
She replied, "I guess that's right. Mmmm... It really does feel good."
I could tell that I needed to take my time with Diane, or she would get a bad case of guilt and call a halt, so that was what I did. We weren't in a race against a clock, so I just took my time and brought her along slowly. I was also trying to not get too passionate with her too quickly. She liked it best when I softly suckled her nipples and kissed and sucked the soft flesh of her lower breasts.
That doesn't mean that I was stuck in idle, though. As I suckled her nipples and she moaned in pleasure, I loosened and slid her skirt down her legs. Once it was past her knees. I hooked it with my toes and slowly slid it the rest of the way down past her feet and off. Diane was now in nothing but her panties. I decided to pull the quilt up over us, so her legs wouldn't get cold. It also gave me cover to slide out of my own pants and boxers.
Once that was complete, and she was still moaning in pleasure and totally distracted, I let my fingers rub her pussy through her panties. At first, it was just an added dimension to what she was already feeling, nothing to worry about. Then, as her panties became soaked, I let my fingers work their way under her panties through a leg hole until my fingers were rubbing her vulva directly. I was rubbing everything from her clit to her vaginal entrance.
I thought she might say something if I went too quickly, so I moved back up to kiss her some more, leaving her breasts to cool down a bit while my fingers continued to play in her pussy. Diane was moaning into my kiss, and I told her, "This is truly what God meant paradise to be."
"Mmmm... Hmmm..." she agreed. "Wonderful."
By then, my hand was reaching into her panties from the top, so her panties were slowly sliding (being pushed) down her legs. She still hadn't noticed, though, because she was so preoccupied by the pleasure I was giving her. I moved back to her breasts to bring her passion to the surface again as my fingers stimulated her clit.
At that point, Diane had forgotten every reason why she shouldn't be experiencing so much pleasure, and she was just enjoying what she was feeling. Her panties were gone, and I was playing with her labia, her clitoris and her vaginal entrance, all the while stimulating her to more intense pleasure.
As her body was overcome by her first big orgasm, I slid up enough to bring the tip of my cock in-line with her vaginal entrance. I was still rubbing her clit, and her hips were rocking against me. It was only a matter of time before my cock was working its way into her vagina. When I squeezed her clit lightly between my thumb and forefinger, she convulsed, driving her vagina down onto my cock. Her hymen (which I had already felt with my fingers) was gone in an instant, but she never even noticed any pain.
It wasn't until my cock was pressing firmly against her cervix that Diane noticed that she was fucking, and by then, it was too late to say, "No," or anything. I was slowly sliding my cock in and out of her pussy when she finally realized what was happening. Instead of getting upset, she simply pressed down against me the next time I thrust into her. After that, she was actively fucking me as I fucked her.
Diane had already experienced one big orgasm brought on by my mouth and fingers, and now she was rapidly climbing toward an even larger orgasm on my cock. Over and over again, I thrust into her vagina until my cock was pressed firmly against her cervix, and after who knows how long, she was cumming again. This time, her vaginal walls were milking my cock, so I thrust as deep as I could and pumped load after load of my seed through her cervix and into her womb.
When the last spurt left my cock, and her body was left quivering under me, I collapsed on her. I was kissing her deeply as we both succumbed to exhaustion. When I tried to roll to my side, she rolled with me, keeping my cock buried in her pussy. Whatever last remnants of my seed were still in my cock would now find their way into her body.
When I came back to full consciousness, she was staring at me. "You shouldn't have done that," she said softly. "Now I will have your baby."
"First of all," I replied. "You pushed against me to take your virginity. I didn't do that alone. However, I don't think you will get pregnant. Didn't you just finish your period?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Then this is your absolute safest time of the month." I said. "There is no way that you could get pregnant this week."
"Oh..." she replied. "I didn't know how that worked."
I pulled her in for another kiss, which she happily reciprocated. "I love lying here with you," I whispered to her.
She softly replied, "I love being here with you too. I think I could spend an eternity like this."
I smiled. "Let's not get carried away."
She laughed. "Is it too soon to be thinking about romance? We have already made love, and I don't think that usually comes until later in a relationship."
"Yeah," I answered. "But when you start talking about eternity, I know you are referring to a Mormon temple marriage, and as you know, I'm not even a Mormon."
Diane smiled. "OK, maybe I am getting a little ahead of myself. I guess I will have to work on getting you to love me first."
"Well," I replied, "I would love to have you do everything you can in that regard."
With that, Diane leaned in for another kiss, but it was a short one and she paused and said, "I just want you to know that I have never felt the things I felt today, and I have never loved anybody so much as I do you."
I knew that I needed to respond to that in a non-committal way, so she was neither offended nor hyped by my answer. "Diane, I think you are very special, and it is always possible that I may fall in love with you in the future. If you will be patient with me, then good things may happen, but if you push, then a break-up will definitely happen. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she replied. "I understand."
I leaned in for another kiss, and this time I held the kiss, allowing our tongues to dance in our mouths. We were both still naked, so it was easy to tune her body back up until she was once again ready for sex. When her juices were once again flowing freely from her pussy, I repositioned my cock to settle into her vaginal entrance. Then, I just held it there until she started pressing down against it. I wanted her to be the initiator of sex, not me.
Once my cock was sliding into her vagina, I thrust in fully until my cockhead was pressed firmly against her cervix. She gasped as a wave of pleasure hit her, and I took that as my cue to begin stroking her with my cock. Diane was thrusting back to meet every stroke, and out groins were soon slapping together noisily. The sounds and smells of wet sex soon filled the room along with Diane's loud squeals and moans.
Unlike the first time, Diane starting orgasming almost immediately when we started fucking. Orgasm followed orgasm as I pummeled her pussy. I have no idea if she orgasmed fifty times or if it was just one long orgasm, but she definitely got her money's worth. Finally, I just couldn't hold back any longer, and I firmly pressed my cock into her cervix and pumped load after load of my seed into her womb.
I once again collapsed, rolling to the side, so I didn't crush her under my weight. Again, she rolled with me, keeping my cock trapped deep in her pussy. I don't know if she thought she might get pregnant anyway, but I actually liked it when a woman would try to keep my cock inside for as long as possible. It meant that she valued what we had done and wanted to hold onto the feeling.
As I closed my eyes, Diane was putting butterfly kisses all over my face. That was the last thing I remembered until I woke again. By then, Diane was also asleep, laying tight against my body as if we could become one just through skin-on-skin touch.
I kissed her softly, and she woke with a smile on her face. It was time to talk about birth control. "Diane, we can safely make love this week, but then you need to be on some form of birth control. I don't think either of us want to have a baby right now."
"I would love to have your baby, Pete," she replied. "Motherhood is something I have always wanted, and I know nothing about birth control. In fact, it must be obvious to you that I knew nothing about sex until today." Then, she paused before continuing, "Do you want me to get birth control?"
"Well," I said, "We can't continue making love after this week unless you are using some method of birth control. I do NOT want a baby now."
I could tell that she was disappointed from the look on her face, but her obedience to whatever men said kicked in, and she said, "I don't know where to find such a thing. Can you help me?"
"Of course," I replied. "I will take you to Planned Parenthood tomorrow and they will set you up. If there is any cost, I will take care of it."
"OK," she said. "Can I stay here with you tonight? It's too late to go back to my apartment."
I smiled. "I would love to have you sleep in my arms tonight, and I will take you to Planned Parenthood in the morning. You shouldn't have to wait for long then."
Diane kissed me and then turned her back to me so we could spoon. It was a wonderful night's sleep for both of us. The next morning, we got showered and dressed. I cooked pancakes, and then we were off to Planned Parenthood. We got there early enough that Diane was the first person at the clinic that day. After examining her, the doctor gave her options for birth control. Diane didn't think she would remember to take pills every day even though that was the most reliable method.
The doctor said that Diane should at least try the pill, but that she could put in an IUD as a back-up plan, so that in case Diane forgot to take a pill, she would still be safe. After talking with the doctor for a while longer, Diane chose to just go with the IUD without the pills, which the doctor put in. The doctor told her there really wasn't much difference between being on the pill or having an IUD for avoiding pregnancy. Therefore, Diane would be as safe as could be expected from day one. There was still a small risk of pregnancy, but it was negligible.
When we were through at Planned Parenthood, I took Diane to lunch, and then asked her what she would like to do the rest of the weekend. She smiled, said she needed to go back to her apartment to get some clothes and toiletries, and then she wanted to go home with me to my bed. That sounded good to me.
She went into her apartment alone while I waited in the car, and when she returned, she was carrying a small overnight bag. We drove to my apartment, and I carried her bag up the stairs. Once inside, Diane started undressing, not just the shoes and jacket at the door, but she peeled off her top and her skirt. Once she was stripped down to just her bra and panties, she scooted across my bed to lay in the middle.
It didn't take me long to strip down completely and join her on the bed. Diane lay back on the bed, pulling me over her as she did. She was kissing me passionately and spreading her legs to accommodate me as soon as I covered her. Of course, I wasn't idle either. First, I unhooked and removed her bra, and then I slid her panties down her legs as she raised her butt to help me.
"Come to me, Pete," she whispered. "I want to feel you inside of me."
Normally, I wanted to work a girl up as much as possible before penetrating her, but Diane was already well beyond worked up. Her pussy was flowing with her natural lubricant, so I just lined up my cock in her vaginal entrance and started sliding into her depths. This drew a huge gasp from her, as the pleasure was already overcoming her senses.
"Oh my God," she sighed. "I don't know how I have lived without feeling you inside of me. This is heaven."
I had to agree. Being deep in her pussy did feel a lot like paradise, or at least my idea of what paradise should feel like. If heaven didn't feel at least this good, then how could it be heaven? "Your pussy is so tight and so perfect. I don't know how I am going to last very long with so much pleasure."
"I don't care if you last," she replied. "I want you to fill me over and over again with your sperm. It feels wonderful to me."
I had a pretty good rhythm going by then, and my cock was slamming from tip to root into her pussy with increasing tempo and power. I didn't need to worry about her because, as quickly as I came, her pussy was already convulsing before I pressed firmly against her cervix and pumped load after load of my seed into her womb.
I didn't even try to roll off of her. I just collapsed as she kissed and hugged me, trying to pull me even deeper into her core. I have no idea how long we were lying like that before I stirred again. Why would I want to move when I was in the middle of paradise?
Diane stayed the rest of the weekend with me in my apartment. We made love several more times before I took her back to her apartment Sunday evening. That became the norm for several months, with us spending most of each weekend making love in my bed, but one Friday when I went to pick her up, she said, "I can only stay over tonight because I have a date for tomorrow night."
"Oh," I replied. "Is this something I should know about?"
"Probably," she said.
I took her to the Brick Oven that night, so we could be somewhat in public as we talked. It was a good thing, too, because she told me that a Mormon guy at work had taken an interest in her, and that she was interested in him too. She was having a hard time reconciling having our hidden tryst, if she was going to date him. She said it would be different if I had asked her to marry me, but she didn't think that would ever happen (why buy a cow when you get all the milk you can drink for free?).
I told her that if that was how she saw our relationship, she should probably explore new relationships with others. Indeed, I didn't want to get married yet, but that might change over time. However, if she found it impossible to be patient, then it was probably time call it quits.
I asked if she still wanted to spend the night with me, or if we should just go to pick up her clothes from my apartment and take them (and her) to her apartment. Diane got a tear in her eye and said, "I want to spend tonight with you. Who knows, maybe I will change my mind."
After dinner, we went back to my apartment, and I turned her around to face me as soon as the door was closed and locked behind me. I pulled her into a kiss, and slowly undressed her as I kissed and caressed her from her head to her toes. We finally ended up on my bed, with me lying between her spread legs.
I was really intent on making her have multiple, powerful orgasms just from my touch and my tongue, and I succeeded. I have no idea how many times she came before she finally said, "Enough," and pulled me up on top of her. Her hand guided my cock right into her vaginal entrance, and she was pushing against me even before I thrust the first time.
My cock was quickly buried in her tight, warm and wet pussy, and I started stroking her immediately. It was hard to believe that this was the same innocent girl that I had first taken to my apartment only months before. Diane had developed as a lover, and she enthusiastically met every stroke with her own thrust.
We fucked for about twenty minutes before I finally pressed my cock into her cervix and pumped my seed deep into her womb. Then, as she normally did, she rolled with me to keep my cock embedded in her pussy. After I recovered, my cock was still hard and inside of her vagina, so I just started thrusting again. She caught on immediately and was fucking me back.
Surprisingly, I didn't last as long that go-around, and the fact that she was having even more orgasms drove me past the point of no return in fairly short order. After I shot my seed into her that time, I collapsed to the side again, but she didn't roll fast enough to keep my cock buried.
She kissed my forehead and whispered, "I will always love you, Pete. I hope that you know that." I didn't remember much after that other than her arms wrapped around me as I fell asleep. Neither of us woke during the night, and when the first light of morning came, we woke still in each other's arms. I kissed her and rolled back on top. I had a severe case of morning wood that I needed to deal with, and her pussy was right there to receive me.
Even though there was no foreplay, my cock slid all the way into her pussy in one stroke, and it was as if we had been fucking all night. Her vagina was so well lubricated that there was little resistance to my thrusts. Yes, she was still tight, so there was plenty of pressure on my cock, but my cock slid easily in her love tunnel as I pummeled it.
I kept it slow to make it last, and Diane was soon cumming under me as I continued to pound her pussy. She was pulling me into her with her mouth, her arms and her legs, all trying to force my cock deeper into her pussy. I'm sure that she realized that this would be the last time we fucked.
When I finally came, it felt like a gallon of sperm being pumped through my cock and into her womb. I often wondered if she was actually trying to get pregnant. It turned out that she had the IUD removed (without my knowledge), so the last month we fucked, she was fully fertile. Somehow, though, she never got pregnant with me, but her new boyfriend wasn't so lucky.
After we had sex that last time, I took her to IHOP for breakfast and then back to her apartment. I walked her to her door and kissed her one last time before turning to walk back to my car.
Diane got serious about dating the guy from work, and a little over a month later, she started getting sick in the mornings. Guess what? She was pregnant. They got married, and I suppose they lived happily ever after. I don't know for sure because they didn't invite me to their wedding (or to any other occasion for that matter). I doubt seriously that she even told him about me.
So, it was back to looking for me, which I didn't consider a hardship. Fall semester of my last school year at BYU was about to start, and lots of new girls (fresh out of high school) would be coming to BYU for the fall semester.