Chapter 18 -- Tammy
I had a really heavy load of classes going into my final year at BYU. There wouldn't be much extra time for extracurricular activities... at least not activities that required a lot of time for planning. I would still have time for the occasional climb or spending time with a special girl. Then again, it is sometimes time-consuming finding that special girl, but not always. Sometimes things just fall into your lap. Those are often the best.
I was up in Rock Canyon doing a little bit of climbing when she literally fell into my lap. When I arrived at the canyon, I was alone, so I was just doing a traverse across the lower part of the Ed&Terry quartzite slab (so named for a beautiful route right up the middle of the slab. As I was picking my way through tiny holds, a girl I had never seen before came up to watch me. The next thing I knew, she was following me across the slab using holds that I hadn't even seen.
"You're good," I said. "We don't get that many girls climbing up here."
"Thank you," she replied. "I just started climbing this last school year. I came up here hoping to find a climbing partner because there are some routes I want to try."
"OK," I said. "I'm Pete, and I would climb with you, if you want."
"My name is Tammy," she replied, "And I would love to climb with you. Do you have much experience here in Rock Canyon?"
"Yeah," I answered. "I have climbed most of the routes in the canyon. What route are you interested in?"
"I want to lead The Flakes (a route on the left side of the Ed&Terry slab)."
"You want to lead it?" I asked. "Do you have any experience leading?"
"No," she said, "But I have climbed The Flakes once before, and it seems like leading it is the next logical step."
I replied, "Leading would be a logical next step, but I would recommend that you try an easier route for your first lead. The Flakes is a tricky route with questionable placements. It would be easy to get messed up."
"Nevertheless," she continued, "That is the route I want to try. Will you belay me?"
"Yes," I answered. "I will belay you."
I had my rope and climbing gear with me, so I set up a belay. As Tammy studied the rock, I anchored myself by placing a couple of chocks in a crack and tying myself to them, Chocks are angled pieces of metal attached to short slings. At the base of the climb, there was a sharp pinnacle of rock sticking up out of the ground. "Not a real good place for that to be," I thought to myself. "It would be bad if you fell on it."
A belay is used to keep climbers from falling to the ground if they slip. The principle behind the belay is that, if the leader periodically places protection on the way up the cliff, and then slips, the leader will only fall twice the distance the climber has fallen above the highest piece of protection...plus about ten percent for rope stretch when the rope becomes tight. Therefore, if the leader slips ten feet above a piton or chock (assuming it holds), they will fall ten feet past it plus two more feet before the rope stops him...a total of twenty-two feet.
"Belay on," Tammy said as she started up the rock face. One final check of her equipment and she was on her way.
"On belay," I returned to signify that I was now belaying her. She climbed steadily up the face, picking her hand holds and footholds with care. Twenty feet from the base, a previous climber had placed a permanent bolt in the rock and attached a hanger to it. This was the most secure placement a climber could get. Tammy clipped into it with a carabiner and ran the rope through the carabiner. Ten more feet of steady climbing brought her to the bottom of the flake, a large slab of rock with a crack running behind it from the right.
Tammy placed a chock into the crack, tested it for downward pull, and clipped the rope into it with another carabiner. Now she had two pieces of protection. Again, she climbed, walking up the almost vertical wall to the right of the fake as she worked her hands up along the edge. Upward, ever upward, Tammy went, using the opposition between her hands and feet to keep her on the rock. Ten more feet and she arrived at the top of the flake. Here, the crack had thinned dramatically, and Tammy chose a knife-blade piton to drive into the crack. She attached another carabiner and clipped in the rope.
"Pete, I'm getting a little tired," she said. "I'm going to rest for a second." She stood on a small knob, breathing deeply and shaking her arms and legs one at a time. Tammy was trying to increase circulation to bring much needed oxygen to her muscles. Then, after a short break, she was climbing again. Using small holds in the rock, Tammy worked her way up toward a narrow ledge until she could reach up and put her hands on it. The face on either side of the ledge is smooth and devoid of holds; but she thought she saw an easier route to the right.
"I'm too tired to mantle up onto the ledge, Pete," she said. "I think I'll try to go around it to the right."
"Don't do it, Tammy," I yelled back at her. "There's nothing there, and you'll just wear yourself out further."
Unfortunately, she was determined to try. Tammy ventured out onto the right face, trying to find a small hold that nobody had ever seen before...one that would allow her to avoid the difficult move onto the ledge. Carefully, she gripped tiny irregularities on the surface, searching for the hold that she could use to pull herself up...but there wasn't one. After several minutes of frustrating exertion, hanging on with her fingertips, she moved back to the base of the ledge. She had been tired before...now she was exhausted.
Tammy had now placed herself in real danger. There she was...fifty feet up, at the most difficult move of the climb, and she was almost too tired to move. Tammy placed her hands on the ledge in front of her face on the narrow ledge, fingers touching, and began to pull herself up. From somewhere, she was finding the strength. Tammy was pushing downward with her arms, trying to bring her foot up onto the ledge, when she lost her balance and peeled off backwards. "I'm falling!" she screamed.
I watched in horror as Tammy hurled backwards into space. "Clink!" "Ping!" Her piton and chock had pulled out of the cracks because of the outward pull created by her back flip. The only remaining piece of protection was the bolt...barely twenty feet off the ground.
Using the principle of belay, it didn't take a mathematician to realize that since Tammy was falling from thirty feet above her protection, she had sixty-six feet to fall with only fifty feet to the ground. She was falling to her death.
Then, something quite amazing happened. I can't explain it really, except that it was like a hand had reached out and was supporting her. Time ceased to exist. Tammy seemed to float down...doing three, slow back flips as she came. I was pulling in rope as fast as I could to shorten the distance she would fall. With the way she was floating down, I thought there might be enough time. I continued to pull, using both hands, but still holding the rope securely at my waist.
She passed the bolt. There was still too much rope. She was going to hit. Despite everything I was doing, she was going to hit. Closer and closer to the ground she came as I continued to pull in rope as fast as I could. Then, the rope started to tighten, and I flung my hand across my waist to stop her. The rope started to stretch...was there still too much rope? Oh, please no.
Tammy came to rest right in front of me. She was hanging there, suspended in her harness and hanging from the rope, her back less than six inches above the sharp pinnacle. The rope had stopped her. Tammy was safe.
She turned to me, her eyes wide with wonder and amazement and said, "You know, Pete, the world really does spin around when you're falling. It seemed like it took forever to come down." I knew just what she meant. Slowly...still holding the rope tightly around my waist...I lowered her down to the ground, taking care to miss the pinnacle. She was badly shaken, so I gave her my canteen and let her lay there taking small sips of water.
Two young men had been sitting about forty feet away watching us climb. Now they came running over to see if Tammy was hurt. "Wow," one of them exclaimed. "I've never seen anyone fall as fast as she did. I was sure she was going to hit the ground."
"I was watching you," the other youth said to me. "Your hands were moving so fast, they were blurred." Funny. I hadn't noticed that. Adrenaline does amazing things.
It took a while before Tammy recovered from the shock of falling. While she recovered, I coiled my rope and put my climbing gear in its proper places on my equipment sling. With that complete, and my gear stashed on my body, I helped Tammy back to the entrance of the canyon. When I realized that she had walked up to the canyon from BYU, I put her in the passenger side seat of my car. I told her, "You are probably still in shock. There is no way that I will let you walk back to campus by yourself."
I put my rope and climbing gear in the back seat and got in. The drive back to BYU was uneventful, but we talked along the way. When she said there wouldn't be anybody to watch her when she got back to her dorm room, I told her I would take her to my apartment. I didn't want her going into shock alone.
When we got to my apartment, I parked right in front of my apartment, so we wouldn't have too far to walk. I got her up into my apartment, took off her shoes, and had her lay on my bed while I brought up my climbing gear from the car. When I returned, Tammy was asleep. I checked her and then went to make up some high-energy drink (made of Hershey's chocolate sauce, chunky peanut butter, vanilla ice cream, milk and almonds) in my blender. Yes, I know it was just a milk shake, but it provided a lot of energy.
When I was blending it, the blender made enough noise to wake her. At first, she didn't know where she was, but when I brought her a glass of the energy drink, she quickly settled down and drank it. Of course, I made enough for me as well, so we sat next to each other on the bed drinking our drinks.
When we finished the drinks, Tammy looked at me. "Thank you, Pete. You saved my life. I was sure I was going to die."
"Not on my watch," I replied. "Nobody dies." I smiled at her, so she would know that everything was OK.
"Still," she said, "I owe you a lot. I have never had anybody do so much for me before."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I grew up in foster homes," she replied. "Even though the social workers check in on you, it isn't as if there is somebody there who really cares, and it is rare when somebody actually goes out of there way to really help. When I would fall down and scrape my knee when growing up, it was always a school nurse or me who had to clean it up and bandage it. I don't even remember my parents."
"Wow," I answered. "How did you get into BYU?"
"I got a scholarship. I had good grades in high school, and I also got good at soccer. That got me a scholarship. However, a coach is not a substitute for a mother. I've always had to do for myself, so I became sort of a loner. That doesn't mean, though, that I'm not lonely. I am... a lot."
"Well," I replied, "There is no reason for a cute girl like you to be lonely."
"Most guys run away when they hear about my background," she said. "I don't fit their 'good Mormon girl' profile, and they don't know how to handle that. You are different."
"You are very perceptive," I answered, and then I laid out my background for her, including military experience, religion and interests. "And, so you see, I too have issues in a place like BYU."
"You have already lived more life than most people do in a lifetime," she said. "I'm still not sure why you chose to come to BYU, but I'm glad you did. I would never have met you otherwise."
I leaned over and kissed her softly. "I was hoping that you would do that," she whispered when I ended the kiss. "Please, kiss me again."
Well, who am I to deny a lady's request? I leaned back into her, but she adjusted her body so she was flat on her back. When our lips met again, I was over her. She reached around my head to pull me closer to her. The kiss quickly became passionate as our hands wandered around each other's body.
Eventually, my hands found their way under her top to caress her soft breasts. I must say that her breasts were the only soft parts of her body. Everything else was toned muscle. Tammy was an athlete, and her body was proof.
When she started pushing my shirt up my back, I decided to follow suit with her top. I had barely started when she reached around to pull her top up and off over her head. Then, she did the same with my shirt. That surprised me. I seldom met a girl that forward at BYU. I voiced my astonishment, "Wow."
Tammy blushed and asked, "Too fast?"
"No," I replied. "I was just surprised. Not too many girls at BYU would do that."
"I'm NOT like most girls at BYU," she said. "I was abused by a foster father when I was younger, so I don't always get things in the right order."
"Abused? Abused how?" I asked.
"When I started developing breasts, he would undress me and suck on my nipples," she answered. "He also used his fingers to break my hymen. I turned him in to the social worker, but the only thing that came of it was me being moved to another foster home."
"I'm sorry that happened to you," I said.
It's OK," she replied. "It was a long time ago. However, it has messed me up in that I sometimes struggle with what is appropriate, but overall I've put it behind me."
"Tammy," I said, "I will never consider anything you do with me as inappropriate." With that, I kissed her deeply as my hands caressed her breasts softly. She returned my kiss with passion, sucking my tongue into her mouth, and laying claim to my mouth as well.
Her hands weren't idle either, and soon I felt my cut-off denim shorts and sweats being pushed down off my butt and down my legs. This was my normal climbing attire, as it gave me good freedom of movement while climbing. When my clothes reached my knees, I raised up enough to allow her to push them down to my ankles. It was then easy enough to slip them off over my feet. She still had her shorts and panties on, but I made quick work of them as she lifted her butt to assist me. We were soon naked together on my bed.
"Pete," she began, "I have never done this before, but I want to with you. I don't have a hymen, so there shouldn't be any pain, but please still be gentle."
"I would never intentionally hurt you," I said. "Let me get you fully ready, and I think I can promise you a pleasurable experience."
"Yes," she replied. "Do whatever you want."
I moved down to suckle her nipples and caress her breasts, but I didn't want to bring back bad memories for her, so I moved along until I was down to her pussy. Her legs were together, so I asked her to spread them for me. She did, and then I went to work on her pussy. I was kissing and sucking her labia and clitoris while my fingers played around her vaginal entrance. At first, she was tense, but then she relaxed and let me have my way with her.
It took a while before Tammy felt her first orgasm. Once she did, it was as if a switch had been flipped, and she was orgasming almost continuously from then on. After she had been shaking for several minutes, I slid up until the tip of my cock settled into her vaginal entrance. She looked up at me and said, "I know that I no longer have a hymen, but this is my first time. I give you my virginity."
And then she pushed against me. My cock slid into her vagina as if it was returning home. I sank into her until my cockhead was pressed firmly against her cervix. Her mouth was in the shape of an "O" and no sounds were coming from it. I guess that even though she had no hymen, it was still a shock to have a large cock filling her up for the first time.
Then, she came alive and sighed, "Oh my God. That feels so good."
That made me happy. I held still until I felt her vaginal muscles starting to milk my cock. At that point, I slowly withdrew my cock until only the tip remained buried in her pussy, and then I thrust all the way back into her, stopping only when my cock was firmly pressed against her cervix again. I repeated this process several times until her hips started to rock in time with my strokes, and then I slowly increased the tempo.
I was eventually pounding her pussy with full strokes, slapping my groin against hers with every stroke. The sounds and smells of wet sex filled the room and both of us enjoyed the union to the fullest. When the end finally came, it was sudden. Her vaginal walls clamped down on my cock, milking it of its contents and preventing its escape. I pressed into her cervix as firmly as I could as I pumped load after load of my seed deep into her womb. When I was drained, I collapsed, lying to the side, so my body weight wouldn't crush her.
It was then that I remembered to ask about birth control. She told me not to worry. She had been on birth control pills since junior high school due to her social worker. I was relieved, but tried not to show it. Instead, I continued to cuddle with her, and both of us soon fell asleep.
It was late in the day when we woke. We made love one more time before getting into the shower together to wash up. Yes, we did wash each other's body, but we also found time for one more union. She leaned over to pick up the soap, and my cock slid into her pussy from behind. She raised up enough to support herself against the wall with her hands, and we fucked until I once again pumped my seed into her depths.
When we finished in the shower, I drove Tammy back to her dorm. I did make another date with her, though, and we dated for months. We climbed together (Tammy never again led a hard route), and she often slept with me on weekends. Of course, we also went on real dates as well. We were an on again, off again couple, never quite boyfriend/girlfriend, but always very good friends. With her busy schedule and mine, there were a lot of times when we just couldn't make it work, and over time, the sleepovers became less and less frequent. By Christmas, our relationship had pretty much ended.
Chapter 19 -- Molly
I believe I mentioned before that students at BYU must take at least one religion class per year while they are enrolled. It was in one of these classes (during my last semester at BYU) that I met Molly. Her parents had named her correctly because she was a stereotypical Molly Mormon. Her goal in life was to find a man who would marry her and give her a typical Mormon life, with all that entails. Of course, I had no such goal, but she saw that as a challenge rather than an obstacle.
BYU had one famous religion teacher. His name was Cleon Skousen, and he taught a course in Church history (among others). I had always considered history to be very interesting, and taking this class also meant that I wouldn't have to compete with Mormon classmates who had a lifelong knowledge of their scriptures. It was someplace where I could excel without having to be a Mormon. I didn't want to have to read all of their scriptures for some religion class. Doctor Skousen had also written several books and was very anti-communist, as I was. Even though he seemed ancient by the time I got to BYU, I could relate to him on a lot of levels.
When I entered his classroom for the first time, I picked a seat in the middle of the room (but toward the front). I learned long before, that teachers tend to favor students who appear interested in their subject, and I truly was interested in his topic. I learned a lot, and asked Cleon a lot of questions. I always came to class prepared to discuss whatever the topic for that day might be.
I was surprised when a cute young girl picked the seat right next to mine that first class. She seemed as interested in me as she was in the subject material, and she started asking me questions in class. I knew that having side conversations in class was NOT a good way to impress the professor, so I wrote her a short note telling her that I would answer any questions she had AFTER class, but NOT during class. That worked, and she stopped talking in class.
When I went to leave the classroom, she came with me. When we got outside of the building, I turned and said, "Hi. I'm Pete. I have no idea whether or not I can answer your questions, but I will try."
"Oh," she replied. You seemed like you had a good handle on everything he was talking about."
"Only because I read the chapter ahead of time," I said. "This is all new to me. I'm not even a Mormon."
"My name is Molly," she said. "What are you doing at BYU if you aren't a Mormon?"
"They have a good engineering school here," I replied. "The university accepted me as I am, so I have as much right to be here as any other student."
"I didn't mean it like that," she quickly backtracked. "I find it fascinating that a non-Mormon would even want to come here."
"Well," I replied. "This school gives me a lot of opportunities that I might not have at other universities. Meeting lots of cute girls like you are some of those opportunities. There are three times as many single girls as there are single guys here." I smiled. "I can also go up the canyon anytime I want to rock climb. Not many schools have that. But I sense that none of that was what you wanted to ask me about in-class."
"No," she replied. "I am very confused by what Doctor Skousen was talking about. I have never heard of any of the events he mentioned. Could I ask for your help?"
I replied, "I think you just did, and the answer is that I will be glad to help in any way I can... provided that it isn't during class time."
"OK," she said. "When and where can we meet?" We compared schedules and found that both of us had free schedules later on Friday afternoons. As to where, I suggested that she just come to my apartment, which she agreed to. I told her that if I was going to help her that she at least needed to read the material every week, and she agreed to that as well (though with a lot less enthusiasm. Our Church history class was on Friday mornings, so that would work out well.
I gave Molly my contact information (address and phone number) and told her we could meet that afternoon at 3 PM. She said she would be there, and indeed, she showed up right on time. She said she had a hard time finding the apartment because she didn't think it might be above a garage. She eventually asked somebody on the sidewalk, and they pointed her in the right direction. If not for that delay, she would have been early.
I asked her to remove her shoes when she entered the apartment, and she complied. Then, I gave her the nickel tour of the apartment before we went to the bed to sit down. That surprised her, but a quick glance around the apartment revealed that there were no chairs or couches in the place. I had already scooted to the head of the bed and was leaning back against the pillows, so she followed suit and sat next to me.
I told her that we should get to know each other a bit before we studied, and she was OK with that. It turned out that Molly grew up in Murray, Utah (in the Salt Lake Valley), had five sisters, and had been a Mormon all of her life. She hadn't however, paid that good of attention when it came to topics about the church. She knew the scriptures inside and out (because she had read them more than once), but very little about the Church itself. OK, that gave us someplace to start.
I gave her a fairly detailed description of my life to that point (nothing classified obviously), and she was amazed at the places I had been and the things I had done. Of course, I only gave her the mostly G-Rated version of my life. As I was describing my life, she asked if I had many girlfriends, and I told her I had several girlfriends in my life.
She asked, "Why didn't you marry one of them?"
I replied, "I never found the right girl."
I asked if she had many boyfriends. She replied, "My parents would never allow that. I barely even dated." It turned out that her parents wouldn't let her date until she was 16, but she was so awkward with boys that none were really interested in her.
"I find that hard to believe," I replied. You are beautiful."
"Well," she continued, "I only got my braces off a few months ago. Before that, I was a metal mouth. I also had a bad case of acne, which just recently cleared up with medication. So, you are seeing the new and improved me."
"OK," I replied. "Whatever you did to get to this point, it was worth it. You are gorgeous."
Molly blushed. "Thank you. You don't know how much I have wanted to hear that from a man."
Not wanting to ruin the moment (or rush her), I suggested that we spend some time talking about the early years of the Mormon Church. It seemed like a church created by farmers, kind of a church for the common people. I didn't know that much about how the Church operated, but from what I had seen, the leaders were drawn out of the members and not chosen because of some religious degree or something. I said it looked (to me) like the early Mormon Church was much the same. I told her it also sounded much like the early Christians (during and right after Christ) and before Paul and his followers basically took over the Church.
We studied for a couple of hours, covering not only what was in that week's lesson, but also most of what was in the next week's lesson as well. By the time we were done, Molly (and I) had a better understanding of the material. I asked her if she thought this was going to help, and she said she did.
She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "Thank you for helping me."
I looked her in the eyes and said, "You are very welcome. I could think of a lot of worse ways to spend my time than being here on my bed with a beautiful woman."
"I'm not a woman yet," she replied. "I'm just a girl."
"I suppose that depends on how you define a woman," I said. "You certainly look and feel like a woman to me." With that, I touched her cheek with the back of my fingers and then leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
"Wow," she sighed when I ended the kiss. "If you see me as a woman, then I guess I will be your woman. My parents still see me as a girl."
I laughed. "I'm sure you have noticed that I'm not your parents."
"Yes," she replied. "I have noticed. I feel funny when I'm with you. I don't know why, but I think I like the feeling." Then, she leaned in for another kiss.
This was what I had been waiting for. I pulled her to me as I leaned back, so she was lying across my body as we kissed. She automatically moved her leg over to straddle my hips. That put her breasts next to my hands, and of course, my hands found their way to the sides of her breasts.
She broke the kiss and said, "This is my first real kiss with a boy, and it is giving me all sorts of funny feelings in my tummy."
I asked, "Is it a bad feeling?"
"No," she replied. "But I'm not sure that I should be enjoying it so much."
I went back to my argument that since God created us that we may have joy, then whatever gives us pleasure must be good. She found it impossible to disagree with that and went back to kissing me. I massaged the sides of her breasts and even let my fingers wander across her nipples, not pinching or squeezing, but lightly caressing them. Molly was soon moaning into the kiss.
I thought I should move slowly, so I just continued massaging her breasts until she started to slide her mons over my cock. I'm sure that she had to feel my erection under her, but rather than avoiding it, she was rubbing across it, increasing my pleasure along with her own.
Then, I also felt something between us. I reached down and under her panties, I found a sanitary napkin. That surprised me, so I asked if she was on her period. She replied, "No, but I am expecting it today, so I wore a napkin so I wouldn't be surprised in class. I thought about that and decided that I didn't want a mess in my bed. I continued kissing her and massaging her breasts, but went no further. After about an hour of petting, Molly said she had homework she needed to finish, so I took her back to her dorm.
I didn't see Molly until Church history class the next Friday. We greeted in class like nothing had ever happened. I asked if she still wanted to meet later for study and she said, "Of course." She showed up at my apartment that afternoon for another study session, and again, we started by hitting the books and reviewing the class notes from earlier in the day. Once we completely covered the material enough that both of us understood it, we moved on to casual conversation.
"So," I began, "What did you think about what we did last week after studying?"
She thought for a minute and replied, "I loved it. I'm sure the Church wouldn't approve, but it made me feel so good."
"Would you like to continue?" I asked.
She blushed and replied, "We probably shouldn't, but yes, please."
"Did you get your period last week?" I asked.
She smiled. "It came right after you took me home." I thanked my lucky stars for deciding to stop when I had the previous week. Her period was over now, though, so I leaned in for a kiss. She returned the kiss with passion. This week would end very differently than the previous Friday had. I once again let my hands caress her breasts under her top as we kissed. Her only reaction was to increase her moaning.
I pushed her skirt up to her waist, so it wasn't between us, and then let my hands return to her breasts. Her panties were soon wet, and my pants were getting wet as well from her juices. I decided to take a risk and unhooked her bra under her top. That allowed her breasts to move freely, and my hands were soon massaging her bare breasts, including her nipples. Other than some moans and gasps, there was no reaction.
Given that lack of response, I pushed her top up to the bottom of her arms, and then pulled her arms from the sleeves. Again, there was no adverse reaction. Frankly I was a little confused, since I had expected her to fend off every advance (being the good little Mormon girl she was). However, I wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so once her arms were free, I slipped her top and her bra over her head and off. Then I continued the kiss. She never even skipped a beat.
My hands were now concentrating on her nipples, and when she broke the kiss to gasp for air, I rolled her over onto her back and lowered my lips to her right nipple. That really drew a loud gasp, as she sucked in air. Her eyes were closed, as if she thought that keeping this as a dream would make it somehow better. It didn't matter to me. Molly was giving me free rein, and I couldn't have asked for anything better.
As I suckled her nipples, switching back and forth between them, I had one hand on her other breast and the other hand on her hip. The one hand on her hip unhooked her skirt, and then switching back and forth as I switched between her breasts, I slowly lowered her skirt and panties using alternate hands until her skirt and panties were slipped from her feet. I covered us in my quilt to keep her warm, and to keep her from feeling exposed. It also allowed me to shed my own clothes from the waist down.
Molly had totally surrendered by that time, and was just enjoying the pleasure I was giving her. Truthfully, I don't think she even realized that we were now basically naked together in my bed. The only piece of clothing that remained was my shirt.
She naturally spread her legs to allow my body to sink down between them as I continued to suckle her nipples. I brought one of my hands down to her vulva to lightly caress it. She jumped a bit at first contact, but then once again relaxed under me. Her pussy was already wet.
I rubbed her from her vaginal entrance to her clit and back again until her hips were rocking against me. Then, I concentrated on her clitoris to bring her to a peak. When I felt her getting close to her climax, I rubbed the tip of my cock around in her juices and then let it settle into her vaginal entrance. Her body continued to rock as I suckled her nipples and worked her clitoris with my fingers, and my cock slowly entered her outer defenses.
When she finally reached orgasm, her body shuddered and spasmed, causing her to thrust up against my cock. It only required a small thrust on my part and my cock was sliding through her hymen and then smoothly into her vagina. She was orgasming as my cock made its advance, and she never even realized what had happened until my cock was fully sheathed in her pussy.
When she did realize that my cock was fully inside of her body, she asked, "What did you do? I can't do this. I'm a virgin."
I replied, "First of all, you were the one who pushed against me, causing my cock to break your hymen. Second, I'm not sure that you can still say you're a virgin."
"Oh," she replied. "I guess not." With that, I felt her flex her vaginal muscles, testing how it felt to have my cock inside of her pussy. I took that opportunity to slowly slide out and then back in again. That got an immediate response, and she moaned loudly. There was no doubt that she liked the feelings she was experiencing.
I slowly built up the tempo and power I was using, and her body responded accordingly. Soon, we were slapping together in the dance of love. The sweet sounds and smells of sex were filling the room. It wasn't long before Molly's body was being overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure washing over her. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, but eventually I couldn't hold back any longer. I pressed my cock into he cervix as firmly as possible and held it there as I pumped load after load of my seed deep into her womb.
"Oh my God," she cried. Her whole body was encompassing me, arms and legs wrapped around my body. There was no way to roll to the side without taking her with me. She had a lock on me, keeping my cock tight against her cervix the whole time we came down from our climax.
As always, I felt tired after sex, and I closed my eyes. Molly, though, was not yet done. She started rocking against me, forcing my cock to stroke in and out of her pussy. There was no way my cock was going to get soft, so I renewed my rhythm as before. Her juices were spilling out of her pussy and onto my groin as I fucked her vigorously. Everything was now coated in her natural lubricant, and my cock was easily penetrating her deepest reaches over and over again.
It was only moments before she was orgasming again, and I soon followed. This time, she became almost catatonic when she climaxed, and just lay there on her back as I withdrew my cock from her pussy. I went into the bathroom to get a wet towel for cleanup. After cleaning myself, I went back to the bed and thoroughly cleaned her body. There was a little bit of blood on the sheet, but I would take care of that later. It wasn't the first blood that would grace my sheets (or even the last).
"Do you feel different?" I asked. "Now that you are truly a woman, I mean?"
"I don't know," she replied. "I had an overwhelming sense of fulfillment, but I also feel really guilty."
"Why do you feel guilty? I asked. "It was an accident."
"What we did is a sin," she answered.
"What we did is what God intended men and women to do," I said. "Otherwise, why would He have made us to fit together so perfectly and why would He have it be so pleasurable when we do? Certainly, you don't believe that God tempts us, do you? That would be cruel, and I don't believe that God is cruel."
"You make good points," she agreed. "OK, where from here? Do we get married?"
I choked. "Let's not get carried away. First, we can continue to explore and see if we are really a good fit personality-wise. Then, maybe we can think about a future."
"So, you just want to play for now?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied. "Besides, if we are going to continue, you will need to get on birth control. We don't want you to get pregnant."
Molly smiled. "I'm already on the pill. My doctor put me on it to stop painful cramping before I came to BYU."
"Next, would you like to spend weekends here at my apartment?" I asked. "Just meeting on Friday afternoons seems so limiting."
She thought for a minute and then answered, "Yes. I would like to stay here with you. However, I will still need to go to church on Sundays at my student ward. Otherwise, there would be too many questions."
"Where and what time does your ward meet?" I asked.
"It starts at 1 PM in the Wilkinson Center, so it isn't too far from your apartment," she replied. "Would you like to come with me?"
"I think I will pass on that," I said. "Me going to your ward would raise more questions than if you didn't show up."
"Oh," she replied. "I hadn't thought of that. So, would you like me to stay this weekend? If so, I will need to stop at my dorm room to pick up some clothes."
"That sounds good," I said. "I will take you to your dorm, and then we can get something to eat."
We showered, and then I drove her to her dorm, but I stayed in the car while she went in (guys weren't allowed in the girls' dorms anyway (except the lobby). She grabbed a small bag of clothes plus a dress on a hanger for Sunday, and put them in the back seat when she returned to my car.
It was still early, so I took her to the Brick Oven (even though I didn't have reservations). They accommodated us with no problems. Being a regular customer may have given me special treatment, though I never asked. They put us at my regular table in the back, and we sat down and ordered.
I could tell that Molly was still feeling a little bit guilty being with me, but she calmed considerably as we talked. By the time we finished dinner, she was feeling much better about herself and about us. We took our leftover pizza to the car and I opened her door for her. Then, after she sat down, I handed her the pizza to carry and got into the driver's seat.
When we arrived back at my apartment, there were no parking spots left on the street, so I just parked in the driveway in front of my apartment. I knew that might encourage visitors to stop by, but it couldn't be avoided. It turned out that we had to be quiet in the apartment twice during the weekend as people (girls) came to the door, but nobody stayed too long. Each time, I found cookies on the step.
Once we were back in my apartment, we settled in on my bed and snuggled for a bit. When I felt her getting comfortable, I leaned in to kiss her. She immediately turned toward me and returned the kiss with passion. "God, I do love kissing you," she hissed. I love kissing girls in general, and Molly became a very good kisser very quickly, so it was no hardship to spend a lot of time kissing her.
I slid her top off over her arms and then over her head. Then, I unhooked her bra and removed it. Her instincts kicked in at that point, and she started pulling my clothes off as I finished removing hers. By the time we were both naked, she was ready to fuck. She wanted to go right into intercourse, but I slid down so my mouth was lined up with her pussy instead of my cock being lined up.
Molly resisted at first, thinking that it was dirty, but once I started kissing and sucking her labia and clitoris, she had abandoned that idea and was pulling me into her pussy instead of pushing me away. My fingers went to work on her vaginal entrance, and I soon found her G-spot to tease. Between that and her clitoris, I soon had her orgasming.
Squeals and moans filled the air as she exploded time after time, swept away by waves of passion. I knew it was time to move when she once again started pulling me up her body. When my cock reached her pussy, her hand quickly adjusted my cock to line it up with her vaginal entrance, and then I was once again fully buried in her pussy. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," she kept repeating as my cock sank fully into her.
Once buried, I started slowly stroking her pussy with my cock. I was pushing in until the tip was pressed against her cervix, and then withdrawing until only the tip remained inside. Gradually, I increased the tempo until our groins were slapping together, wetting the entire area with her juices. Molly was trying to pull me even deeper into her pussy (even though it probably wasn't possible) every time I thrust my cock into her depths. I could feel her cervix with every stroke.
When she started to melt in orgasm under me, with her vaginal muscles milking my cock, I finally drove deep into her, and with the tip of my cock firmly against her cervix, pumped spurt after spurt of my seed into her womb. Both of us were spasming and shuddering as our bodies became as one.
"Oh my God," she cried. "Right now, I wish that I wasn't on the pill. I want your baby inside of me." This was dangerous talk, so over the next several visits, I did everything I could to discourage her from dropping the pill and getting pregnant. In the end, though, that wasn't what ended our relationship.
What ended it was that she referred me to the Mormon missionaries over and over again. No less than five sets of missionaries came to my door trying to convert me. It was easy to discover who was referring me to them, however (all you had to do was ask who had referred you), and I asked her to not do it again after the first set of missionaries came to my door.
Unfortunately, Molly never seemed to understand how much I disliked her doing this, and after the fifth time missionaries showed up, I broke up with her. Not only did I break up with her, but it ended our study sessions as well. I suspected that she had dropped her birth control pills as well, and was actively trying to get pregnant (the truth didn't come out until the break-up, and luckily, she hadn't been off the pill long enough to be fertile before we broke up).
Chapter 20 -- Naomi -- The Final Episode
About two months before graduation, I found out about a job opening for an engineer at Clark Air Force Base in the Philippines. That was a dream assignment to me, so I applied. The interviews were conducted at BYU. After I passed the first interview, I got a second interview (conducted by the man who would become my future boss at Clark). I was offered the job, and I accepted, so I was just completing my course of study until it was time to move to the Philippines.
It was during this time when I met Naomi. She was a Filipina going to school at BYU. She was a convert to the Mormon Church, and she was a quiet girl. She was attending BYU on a scholarship and was still in her freshman year. There were a lot of girls like her from all over the world going to BYU, and most of them had marriage as their main goal at the university. Sure, they would like a degree, but that wasn't their main goal.
Naomi was working at the student center as a part-time job while she went to school, and I met her in the process of looking for and applying for jobs. There were a lot of jobs available for engineering graduates, but of course, they weren't all in my fields (I had a double major in Mechanical Engineering and Civil Engineering).
Naomi helped me through the application process, and she was especially excited that the job was in the Philippines. She was from Quezon City near Manila, so Clark Air Force Base wasn't too far from her home. She actually helped me with several applications, but it was obvious which job got her excited.
While Naomi was helping me, I asked her out for dinner. I had just broken up with Molly a week before, and I was suffering from withdrawal (from pussy). Naomi was a cute, petite Filipina with typical Filipina looks. That included long black, silky hair, dark brown eyes and tan complexion, five-foot tall and maybe a hundred pounds. I would guess that her measurements were 34b-22-34. She wasn't the most beautiful Filipina I had ever met, but she wasn't bad either.
She accepted my date request, and as usual, I made reservations for the Brick Oven for that evening. Why go elsewhere when the food and service were so good and girls liked it? I picked her up at her dorm (luckily NOT the same dorm where Molly was staying) at 6 PM, and off we went to dinner.
When we got to the Brick Oven, I was lucky enough to find a good parking spot, and after opening her door for her, we walked arm-in-arm into the restaurant. They seated us at my regular table, and after ordering, started learning everything we could about each other. She was amazed when I told her that I had been to the Philippines, but disappointed that I had never gotten very far out of the area around Clark Air Force Base.
She was also surprised when she learned that I was a Catholic. Being a convert to the Mormon Church, she was loyal to that religion, but still open to dating (or even marrying) a good Catholic man. She said that whatever religion her future husband had would determine her religion, since she believed a wife should follow her husband.
I learned that Naomi had grown up in a relatively poor family, went to public school in the Philippines, and never would have bee able to afford to go to (or even get to) BYU without help. She had a good scholarship, but it didn't provide for anything beyond tuition, books, room and board (a meal plan through the dorm cafeteria). Therefore, she had to work to be able to afford anything else she needed.
We talked throughout our meal, and I was surprised that at the end of the meal, we had finished the entire pizza. Most girls I dated had tiny appetites, but Naomi was able to put it away somewhere (she didn't have any obvious fat, so I have no idea where she put it. Anyway, that made things easy after dinner, as there were no leftovers to take back to my apartment.
Naomi was happy to go with me back to my apartment. She said this was the first date she had since arriving in the fall. That cute girls at BYU weren't getting dates never ceased to amaze me. Even with the disparity of female to male students, it seemed to me that cute girls would still get dates. Anyway, Naomi hadn't had a date at BYU. It turned out that she had never dated in the Philippines either (which was quite common with girls from conservative Catholic families).
When we arrived at my apartment, I was lucky enough to find a parking spot on the street. We walked to my apartment, and I let her in. We removed our shoes just inside the door and I hung our jackets on hooks by the door. I gave her the nickel tour and asked if she would like to use my CR. She smiled and said that was the first time she had heard that term since arriving in the US. She went into the bathroom and I waited on the bed. When she was finished, I traded places with her.
When I got back to the bed, I scooted up against the pillows, and she crawled over to sit next to me. I grabbed to quilt at the end of the bed and put it over our legs because it was a bit cool in my apartment (and I knew how sensitive Filipinas are to cold).
We talked some more, each learning more about the other, and by the time we ran out of things to ask about or talk about, we both liked each other a lot. What do you do when you run out of things to say to a cute girl? Well, I leaned over and drew her into my arms for a kiss. At first, Naomi was tentative in returning my kiss, but then she began to enjoy it. As the kiss progressed, so did her response.
After a while, she was giving as good as she got. I hadn't broken the kiss, and she wasn't ever struggling against me. When I finally did break the kiss she said, "Oh my. That felt so good."
By then, we were no longer sitting, but were lying next to each other with the quilt over us. Even though we were both generating heat, it never became uncomfortable under the quilt. It also allowed me to let my hands roam around her body without startling her too much. At first, my hands were on top of her clothes, but as we moved against each other, our clothes moved as well. Yes, her hands were moving around my body too.
Eventually, our hands found their way under clothes, and then each of us was caressing skin. The quilt made it easy to remove clothes without exposing anything, and soon she had lost her top and my shirt was gone. I unhooked her bra, and we were lying with her nipples etching paths across my chest.
Once we were both topless, she pulled free long enough to say, "I have never done anything like this before. Please be gentle with me, and please don't do anything either of us will be sorry about later."
"I will try not to hurt you in any way," I replied and leaned back in to resume the kiss. By then, my hands were caressing her breasts and nipples, which had become erect (even though they were small), and she had goosebumps forming on her skin (not from cold but from excitement). Therefore, when I lowered my lips to her nipple and sucked it into my mouth, it quickly sent her over the top.
"Awwww," she cried as she was overwhelmed by the sensations coming from her breasts. "I can't believe how good this feels." Her hands pulled my head in toward her breast as I suckled the nipple. Then, when I switched to the other side, she was just as enthusiastic about that nipple being suckled.
I switched back and forth between her nipples, and also spent time softly kissing and sucking the tender flesh of her lower breasts as well. By the time I had satisfied my own desire for her breasts, she had several small hickeys on her lower breasts and her nipples were both standing proud of her small areola.
My hands hadn't been idle as I suckled her nipples and caressed her breasts. I had unhooked and unzipped her skirt, and slid it, along with her panties, down and off of her legs and feet. By the time she was shaking from small orgasms from having her nipples suckled, I was ready to head south again. Having been with several Filipinas, I had some idea what her reaction would be, so I wasn't surprised when she whispered, "Dirty," as I closed in on her pussy with my lips. I ignored her and licked her vulva from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris.
"Oh my," she cried out as I sucked her clitoris into my mouth. As with so many girls before, she never resisted my advances once my mouth started kissing and sucking her labia and clitoris. Instead, her hands were pulling we toward her pussy, taking full advantage of the pleasure I was giving her. "What are you doing to me?" she cried when she felt her first real orgasm starting in her core. "It is so wonderful."
I sucked her clitoris into my mouth as I let my fingers explore her vaginal entrance. With her, though, vaginal 'entrance' may have been a misnomer. The hole in her hymen was very tiny, and I couldn't get much of my finger in before she felt pain. I knew that I would have to be very patient if I was going to stretch her out without too much pain, and I had promised to try not to hurt her.
The only thing I could do was to just keep working on her clit and her hymen until I could finally work a finger into her. It was slow, and she still felt some pain, but I think I reduced it as much as possible given the circumstances. By the time I could slide my finger all the way through her hymen, I had already been rubbing her G-spot continuously for a long time. I wasn't sure if either of us had the stamina required for me to insert a second finger.
Therefore, I decided to let my cock do the rest of the job opening her up. Yes, it would hurt her, but I thought I could do it quick enough that she would soon forget the pain. I lined up my cockhead in her vaginal entrance and worked it around in her juices. While I did this, I asked her when her last period had ended. She thought for a second and replied, "Three days ago."
With that, I kissed her, and told her this would hurt a little, but that when it was over she would feel even more pleasure. She spread her legs out even further, and then my cock pierced her hymen, sliding all the way into her vagina. She cried out and bit my shoulder, but then she just hugged me to her.
Once I sensed that she was recovering, I made short, slow strokes, thrusting and withdrawing only a portion of my cock. "That hurt," she whimpered, "But it doesn't hurt so much now." She hugged me tight, not quite ready to be fucking yet. I let her have as much time as she needed, all the while kissing her lips and caressing her breasts.
When she started to move under me, I resumed my strokes, moving slowly in and out of her pussy, slowly lengthening my thrusts and withdrawals and increasing the tempo. When I got to a good rhythm, I settled in for the long run and concentrated on delivering as much pleasure as I could.
Naomi was absolutely responding to my actions, and she quickly climbed the ladder toward another orgasm. When it broke over her, she was overwhelmed by waves of pleasure washing her away and screamed out her ecstasy. "Too much, too much, oh God, too much."
I felt very happy that I could bring her so much pleasure. Of course, her climax pushed me over the edge as well, and I pressed my cock deep into her pussy, the tip firmly against her cervix as I pumped load after load of my seed into her womb.
When I finally collapsed after emptying my balls into her womb, my cock slipped out of her pussy as I rolled to the side. She was disappointed that she had lost the contact, though, and she quickly reinserted my cock into her pussy. She didn't want to lose that contact. We both fell asleep in that position, with my cock deep inside her and her arms and legs encircling my body.
I woke about an hour later, and looked down at the cute little Filipina next to me. Could this be the girl I had been looking for? I didn't know, but I was willing to spend whatever time I had left at BYU to find out. There was no hesitation on Naomi's part. She was all-in from the beginning, as she was sure she had found her life mate. She even asked if she could move in with me.
Although I wasn't too worried about getting expelled this late in the game, there was always that possibility, and if it didn't work out between us, I didn't want it to hurt Naomi's chances for success at BYU either. I had promised that I would try not to hurt her, after all.
I wouldn't let Naomi move in completely, but she did stay with me every weekend until almost the end of the semester, and she wanted to be with me every other evening as well. Of course, both of us needed to complete our coursework. Otherwise, I wouldn't graduate and she would lose her scholarship. Therefore, I forced her to put schoolwork first and me second. Neither of us could afford to let our grades drop. That didn't make her happy, as she wanted to just chuck school in favor of marrying me, but we kept our activities confined to weekends.
Convincing her to get an IUD was another challenge, but when I made it clear that the only way I would be with her at all was if she was on birth control, then she relented.
If you have read many of my stories, you already know how I felt about rushing into marriage. I was NOT in favor of it, and suddenly, it was the only thing on Naomi's mind. Well, almost the only thing. The other thing that suddenly appeared was the green head of jealousy. Naomi was suddenly aware every time another girl even glanced at me. If they flirted with me (which girls at BYU did all the time), then she would turn murderous. Who needed a fire-breathing dragon tied to them with a short leash.
Naomi was a great fuck. There were no two ways about that. But she had way too much drama in her life for my tastes. It didn't take long for me to realize that marrying Naomi would be a huge mistake... one that I didn't intend to make. The last time she stayed at my apartment, we spent most of the weekend talking (yes, there was still plenty of sex). I was telling her why it wouldn't work between us and her trying to convince me that it would.
Luckily, I had hidden all of the sharp objects in my apartment because, if I hadn't, I might not have come out of the weekend alive. On Sunday, I drove her (and all of her stuff) back to her dorm and dropped her off. I kissed her right in front of the dorm entrance (even though she was crying), so other girls could see, and then turned and walked away for the last time.
The next Saturday was graduation. My family came to see me graduate, and then I went with them to their place to spend a week before flying out to my new job in the Philippines. That ends this story. For those who have read my Filipinas series, you know that this story is book-ended by those stories. If you haven't read that series, feel free to do so. Thanks for reading. I will probably take a short break from writing for a while, and then I want to try my hand at writing fiction. Who knows where that will lead? In any event, it should be much more freeing and much less taxing on my memory.