I loved the idea of travel. I was only seventeen, and my family hardly ever traveled anywhere. So, when my boss, and good friend, Ken, asked me if I was up for a road trip to West Virginia, I was all over it. I remembered the John Denver song, “Take Me Home Country Roads”, from my youth, and now I would finally get a chance to see what he was talking about.

You see, my boss was almost twenty-nine and was, by all accounts, a nerd. His one “cool” friend was a grad student who had previously held the job I had now. He attended a small college in rural northern West Virginia, a five-hour drive from my home on Long Island.

I was a virgin who had never even had a girlfriend, although I was always flirting and kidding around with girls in school. Out of school, I spent most of my time working and hanging out with my boss and co-workers, all of whom were five to ten years older than me. Back then, the drinking age was eighteen, but not as strictly enforced as it is now. I drank pretty regularly, but even that didn’t give me the courage I needed with women.

It was Winter Break, and skiing was the plan. We would stay with our friend Dan, sleeping on the floor in sleeping bags. Skiing all day, and drinking all night, for five days straight – What could be better?

The trip started out well. Dan met us in the parking lot and guided us up to his little apartment. Greeting us inside was his girlfriend, Tina. She was a slim redhead with short, stringy hair, a petite little body that screamed long-distance runner, and a big smile. Her fairly tight angora sweater suggested that her tits were swinging freely, and her nipples were stout enough to make their presence known through the soft, furry material.

In minutes, we were all best of friends. They were a great couple, open and friendly, and I was looking forward to hanging out with them. Dan headed off to work, and Tina stuck around to help us get settled.

She took us on a tour of the small college town. Everywhere we went,  people were unbelievably friendly. Nobody locked a door of any kind, and you couldn’t chat with someone without them offering a beer or some food. What a great town!

Tina even took us on a tour of their university and her all-girls dorm. This place definitely had potential! Everyone we passed said, “Hello” and smiled. Coming from New York, I was definitely not used to such friendly people. In her dorm, I met a few of her floor-mates, and each one was more attractive than the other. In my mind, I told myself, these girls were being so nice because they wanted me – well, it was a nice thought anyway.

The week progressed, and we skied every day. Dan had taken the remainder of the week off from work, and the weather even cooperated, dumping a major snowstorm on the area. Skiing was phenomenal, and the nightlife in the little college town was at its peak, since school was closed for the week. Each night, we partied at the school bars, and Tina kept trying to help me with the girls, but I was too chicken. I was younger than almost everyone there, but nobody seemed to know, except for Tina and her floor-mates. They loved teasing me and would often lead me onto the dance floor and rub up against me, and whisper in my ear.

Every night I had a blast, but I went home with a hard-on that could cut steel. It was tons of fun, but I had never imagined I could feel so frustrated. Ken was in a similar state, because the girls knew he was a hopeless nerd, and they were teasing him just as much. The advantage I had was that some of these girls seemed to actually be attracted to me, and if I could only get up the nerve, I might have a chance.

After another frustrating night on Saturday, we lay in the living room on the floor, talking about what the girls were doing to us. We promised each other that tomorrow, our last night, if this happened again, we would go for it. I had one hot junior from Tina’s floor in mind, and he had a pretty, slightly nerdy senior in his sights.

We cut Sunday’s skiing a bit short as we were all pretty wiped out from five days in a row of heavy powder. At the lodge, we sipped spiked hot chocolate and planned our evening. Tina’s friends had a big sorority party planned for ten o’clock or thereabouts, and then we would head off to “The Cave”, an underground bar, built into the side of a cliff.

Arriving back at the apartment, Dan got the bad news that he would have to work first thing in the morning, as his coworker couldn’t cover for him.

We showered, dressed, and headed out to dinner. Five days of skiing and partying had taken a toll on us. Dinner led to a few cocktails, and I was raring to go, but Ken was barely able to stay awake, and Dan was worried about getting up in the morning for work. I could see my plans falling apart in front of me. Ken agreed with Dan that we should skip the party and prepare for our long drive back home the next day. Tina was upset because she was free the next day and ready to party.

After arguing our case, Tina and I dissented and decided we would go to the party without them. Neither of us had a car, so we would have Dan drop us off at the dorm, and I would walk the half-mile or so home after the party. It sounded like a good plan to me, and Tina was happy she would have someone to dance with and hang with, to fend off the men.

We walked into the sorority house around nine, and the music was already blasting. Fleetwood Mac’s “Edge of Seventeen” was playing, and I immediately caught the irony. It didn’t go unnoticed by Tina and her friends either, as they gathered around me and sang it to me very suggestively. Oh, MAN was I fired up! I had six beautiful co-eds from twenty to twenty-two teasing me viciously and giving me all their attention.

It was then that I realized I was the only guy at this party! It was girls only, and Tina had to plead with the sorority to let me stay. It was a “tune-up” party, and guys were not allowed until after ten. I guess they would drink and party as they got ready. Something told me that Tina knew this, and brought me just to tease me further – and it sure worked.

There was no nudity, but there were girls in all various states of undress. I was handed a drink, and one sip told me this was going to be a fun night. I was drinking “Kool-Aid,” which, as its name suggests, was a mixture of the popular kids' drink and moonshine. It was sweet and smooth, and went down easy – until the burn hit you. WOW! This stuff was strong. Every girl in the house had a cup of Kool-Aid in their hand, and it was clear why nobody cared whether I saw them dancing in their underwear or not! I did my best to avoid staring and pretended I had seen this all before, but let me tell you, I had never seen anything like this. Not even close!

I set my sights on the hot co-ed, Linda, whom I had been dreaming of. She and Tina’s floor-mates were all gathered in the main room of the house, while the sorority girls were scattered all about, getting ready. I moved in on Linda, bringing her a new cup of Kool-Aid.

“You’re trying to get me drunk, aren’t you?” she accused.

Busted, but still trying to act suave, I said, “No, just being polite. You’re too old for me anyway.”

Little did I know, but my smart ass remark hit a nerve. At twenty-one, she didn’t like hearing the words “too old”. With that, she sucked down the drink and said, “I’ll show you too old!”

I smirked shyly, not sure what she meant by that, but hoping it was good news.

She pulled my hand and dragged me into the middle of the room.  A Kool and the Gang song was playing, and we started to dance. Disco was never my strong suit, but with a couple of moonshine drinks in me, I thought I was John Travolta. Fortunately for me, the girls had a good sense of humor and thought I was trying to be funny. As the song ended, I reached for Linda, took her in my arms, and dipped her low to the floor. I bent over, inches from her face, and fully intended to kiss her, but lost my balance and damn near dropped her on her head.

She was laughing heartily when I helped her up, hugged me close, and kissed me on the cheek. “You are too cute!” she added.

We danced another song, and this time I tried to be a little more sophisticated. When that one ended, a slow song came on, and I put my arms around her and prepared to dance. Just then, I felt my hands being pried off, and I looked up to see Tina. “This is my favorite song – I need you to dance with me.” I was slightly disappointed because I thought I was finally getting the courage to make a move, but on the other hand, it was pretty cool to be in demand like that.

By the time the song ended, it was ten o’clock, and the doors swung open to a flood of guys and a few more girls. Suddenly, my odds were shattered, as the college guys took away my stable. Don’t get me wrong, the girls were still treating me great and teasing me and flirting, but now I had competition – and strong competition at that. Most of these guys were bigger, stronger, and far more comfortable with the ladies.

I stuck around Tina and Linda. Tina was using me as a deflector shield in lieu of her boyfriend, so I always had a dance partner if I wanted to dance, but Linda was the target of a couple of other guys. I had to work to keep her nearby, and I am pretty sure Tina knew what I was up to.

It was clear I wouldn’t win this one tonight. One of the soccer players had his eye on Linda, and she was no match for his accomplished moves. As they faded off together, Tina called over another girlfriend and whispered in her ear. I had  met her on my  first day, during the tour; her name was Carrie.

Carrie was nineteen, a sophomore at the school with long brown hair and light blue eyes. She was wearing a school sweater that struggled to contain her big tits and a pair of jeans, so tight she couldn’t get a coin in her pocket. As she came over to me and said “Hello,” her voice was slurred, and her eyes glossed over.

“I would love to dance with you,” she struggled to say. So we moved out into the middle of the room. She was hanging all over me. I smiled at Tina, who smiled back and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, “I didn’t do it.”

OK. This wasn’t the girl I had hoped for, but she was a pretty darn good substitute.

Shortly thereafter, we all gathered together and stumbled over to “The Cave”. Once again, “Edge of Seventeen” came on, and Tina and her friends, now totally wasted, gathered around me to sing along. Not sure what they were up to, but sensing a game here, about ten other girls from the party joined in, and I had at least fifteen girls singing to me, and half falling all over me. I was totally stoked.

Well, “The Cave” was just a continuation of the sorority party, and the dancing and flirting continued. Carrie was getting bolder and would place my hand on her ass every chance she could, and grab a handful of my ass at each opportunity as well. Before long, I found myself locked in a kiss with my drunk partner. I could taste the Kool-Aid and the beer she had switched to, as she swirled her tongue around my inexperienced mouth. I didn’t know what I was doing, so I tried to mimic her actions, hoping I was doing it “right”.

Moments later, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Tina. Her favorite song was back on, and she needed someone to dance with, so I obliged. During the song, she tried to talk to me over the loud music.

 “You’ve never been with a girl, have you?” she yelled at the top of her lungs.

I furled my eyebrows as if I were offended at that suggestion, and prayed that nobody else had heard her.

Having gotten no response, she said, “Well….”

“What makes you say that?” I asked.

“I knew it,” she said triumphantly. “I can see how you are around the other girls, and when Carrie kissed you, you looked like you saw a ghost. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”  With that, she tenderly kissed my forehead and hugged me, finishing out the song in that embrace.

I moved back to Carrie, and we danced and chatted as I tried to get up my nerve to move on her. Without even trying, she was back on me. Lip-locked and loving life, I had my hand under her sweater, but only in the back, trying to figure out what my next move would be. This action went on and off for a while, and I had an erection as hard as West Virginia coal when the lights came on in the club. CRAP!. This isn’t New York! The bars here close at one o’clock.

I had to help Carrie get up, then we found Tina and her friends, and headed out into the cold. I had my arms around Carrie and realized I was balancing her the whole way. Halfway back, freezing rain started to fall. A drunk group of college students, stumbling through snow in freezing rain, was borderline disaster. We could barely walk as it was, and we laughed hysterically as we struggled to master nature’s obstacle course.

I didn’t exactly know how I was going to “seal the deal” tonight, but I had my mind set.

Until we got back to the dorm, and I realized that “Girl’s Dorm” meant guys are not allowed in after 9 P.M. As I held the door open, I was informed that my night ended here. Carrie kissed me deeply and chuckled as she stumbled past me.

Tina looked sadly at me. “Not tonight, I guess. Besides…” she whispered, “Carrie shouldn’t be your first. Do you remember how to get back to Dan’s?”

Reality was hitting me. No, I didn’t remember. Between the raging hormones and the alcohol, I could barely remember my name, never mind how to walk a half-mile in the dark, in freezing rain. “I think so,” I muttered.

Tina could see the look on my face and didn’t believe me. “Wait here,” she said as she went inside. I said good night to her friends as they filtered by and stood alone outside while I waited. I guessed she was going to write down directions.

As I stood under the awning, eying the miserable weather I had to walk through, I caught a glimpse of two people making out in a car in front of the building. I stared through the fog on the windows and could now see that Linda was in the throes of passion with the soccer player. I couldn’t see clearly, but there was no doubt these two were fucking. Right there in front of the building… IN FRONT OF ME!

Oh, how depressing!

As the last bit of blood drained out of my earlier erection and my shoulders dropped in dejection, I heard a voice above me. Tina was whispering out of the stairwell window for me to go around the back of the building.

I ran around the back, and as I approached, a door opened, shining yellow light on the dark grey slush around me. I darted in, and the door was swiftly and quietly shut behind me. Tina handed me a girl’s long coat and a ski cap and held her fingers to her lips as she began to sneak up the emergency stairwell. When we got to the fourth floor, she tapped lightly on the door in a simple rhythm, and moments later, the door opened for us. The other girl gave us the all-clear sign, and Tina relaxed. “This is how we sneak our dates in, but the RA is always watching. We could get thrown out if we get caught with a guy here.”

I followed her to her room and stepped in behind her. She closed the door and explained that she was worried I might get lost or hurt in the weather and that since her roommate wasn’t coming home from break until the next day, I could sleep in her bed. I looked about the room, and both beds were pushed together in the center of the small room, with furniture ringing the perimeter.

“There’s a couple of problems, though. One, the bathrooms are NOT co-ed and there are no men’s rooms, so be prepared to be embarrassed. Two, I sleep naked. So once you get into bed, I will turn off the light and you are not allowed to get out of bed unless I say so. OK?” I glanced at the two twin beds placed side by side, and my mind raced, but I nodded my approval.

“Now, if you can fit in them, you can have a pair of my sweats to sleep in,” and she tossed me a pair of size 0 sweat pants.

I was small, but not that small. I put them on and could already feel the circulation getting cut off. I asked about the bathroom, and she directed me, peeked out the door to check to see if it was safe. Then, as she said “ok,” I walked hurriedly past her, getting smacked on the butt as I passed. “You look cute in those,” she giggled.

I entered the bathroom and was greeted by the sight of two girls taking their makeup off. One was in a bra and panties, the other was wearing a cut-off t-shirt with her nipples visible through the light fabric, her butt crack completely visible through her tiny white panties. They acted as if this was nothing unusual, so I did my best to be smooth. It then dawned on me that the toilet stalls had no doors, and there was Carrie’s roommate sitting in one. She nonchalantly waved hello as she stood up to clean off – totally unfazed by the fact that she was showing me her hairy pussy – at least until she realized that I was unable to keep from staring at my first glimpse of a live pussy. She rolled her eyes, “Do you mind?” and I broke my trance and turned five shades of red. “Sorry, just waiting my turn,” was all I could come up with.

The two at the sinks just giggled as they saw how flustered I was.

The sweats were so tight there was no way I would be able to pee standing up, so I resigned myself to pulling down my pants and sitting like the girls. This time, I turned the tables, as I noticed one of the girls looking in the mirror, sizing up my goods. “Ahem!” I cleared my throat, and she scurried to pick up her stuff and leave.

What a wild night! I couldn’t believe all that had happened, and I wished it didn’t have to end.

As I stood to wipe, there were a few seconds where my package was exposed before I pulled up the sweats. As fate would have it. Carrie appeared in front of me, her eyes immediately drawn to my crotch. “I heard you shnuck in here,” she slurred. “Mmm, and you weren’t gonna tell me?” Her eyes had never left my crotch.

I pulled up the pants, embarrassed, but not sure what to do. My mind raced. I wondered why Tina had said the first time shouldn’t be with Carrie, and I wondered if Tina would freak out if I didn’t go back to the room. As I stood trying to collect my thoughts, Tina appeared, put her hand on Carrie’s shoulder, and said, “I don’t think so, Carrie. Not tonight anyway.” Carrie pouted and mumbled something unintelligible.

In the middle of this scene, another girl came walking in, topless, with just tight pink panties on. Seeing me, she attempted to cover her silver dollar-sized nipples, then, failing, she turned back around and headed for her room.

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” said Tina as she grasped my hand and led me out. I doubled back to wash my hands, and once again, the topless girl came in; this time, she surrendered, and I got a good eyeful as she headed to a stall.

I couldn’t believe my luck. Maybe I wasn’t getting laid tonight, but I had made out with a hot chick. I had seen my first live pussy and a gorgeous set of tits, not to mention all the other action and near misses.

Back in the room, Tina smirked and giggled at how cute I looked standing there with naked and nearly naked women around me, one who wanted to fuck me, and no clue about how to handle it. I couldn’t help but laugh with her, as I am sure I was a sight to see. She had been like a big sister to me tonight, and after five days hanging with her, I had developed a real respect for her. “So, how did you know I have never been with a girl, is it THAT obvious?” I asked.

“No, I just figured with your age and how you were kissing Carrie, that it was new to you. Don’t worry. Obviously Carrie didn’t notice, and if anyone else did, it’s just one more cute thing about you that makes you attractive.”

“Really? You think that’s attractive to girls?” I was surprised by her remark.

“Well, yeah. At least I do. I think most girls like the idea of being the first to have sex with a cute, honest, sweet guy.” Her expression told me she was sincere. “You know, if it weren’t for Dan, I would fuck the shit out of you right now!”

Hearing this, my cock rose. Just the words sounded so good, I didn’t know how to react or what to say. She glanced down as the tight sweats highlighted the growing bulge below. “You are way too cute,” she said again as she kissed me on the forehead and headed over to the light switch.

“Can you turn around?” I asked, “These sweats are too tight to sleep in.”

As she turned toward the door, I pried the pants down, revealing my white Hanes with the wet spot on the front where a drop had oozed out. I slid under the sheets and gave her the ok.

Disregarding my gaze, she pulled her long t-shirt over her head, exposing her little pinkish mounds, set on some of the whitest skin I had ever seen, a batch of small freckles visible between her breasts. In the same motion, and before I could get the whole show, her hand hit the switch on its way down and bathed her in darkness.

I knew that little show was on purpose, but I figured that was all I would get. I closed my eyes and images raced through my mind. The alcohol was still swirling in my head, and the excitement of the evening left me tossing and turning. Here I was, lying just inches away from a beautiful naked girl who had just told me she wanted to fuck me, and showed me her naked body (albeit for barely one second). What was I supposed to do with that?

No, this was my friend’s girlfriend, I couldn’t even try anything. OH MY GOD, I was so frustrated I could burst. I thought about masturbating, but the minute I started, I could tell the bed was moving, and my actions would be unmistakable. I could not bear that embarrassment. I just lay there, hard as a rock, wide awake.

I inched my body over, bit by bit, until I was all the way over to the very edge of my bed, which meant I was as close as I dared get to the girl next to me. Dressed only in underwear and she, bare as the day she was born, I lay there imagining all kinds of possibilities.

I turned on my side, my ass as close as possible to her, and tried to sleep. I almost lost it when I felt her ass rub up against mine as she tossed and turned. Expecting her to pull away immediately, I was surprised to feel the warmth of her ass pressed against mine.

I heard a muffled giggle, giving her away as being awake and aware of what she was doing. My breathing was short and fast. I was trying to pretend I was asleep, praying this would go further, but not sure how much I could take.

Her hand had been resting on her hip, inches from my body. Soon, I felt the back of her hand barely caress my behind. Her ass was firmly pressed against mine now, and I could feel her muscles flexing and relaxing. Then I started to feel her bottom rhythmically moving forward and back, albeit only slightly. I didn’t realize it, but she was masturbating. I could hear her breathing slow down at first, then gain speed as she started to move more obviously. I lay frozen, afraid to even breathe.

All of a sudden, she sat upright, breathing deeply. I could sense her gaze on me, but I dared not move. I didn’t know what to do, so I pretended to be asleep. I was shaking nervously, sweating, and as tense as a stretched rubber band. I was so scared, even my cock had begun to shrink.

She lay back down with a deep sigh and rolled her back to me for a moment. Then, suddenly rolled over again, facing me. I was still frozen. Oh, I wanted to do something. I just didn’t know what I wanted to do, how I could do it, and if she let me, how long I could last. Add that to the fact that she “belonged” to my friend, and I could barely breathe.

I felt her soft hand; this time, her fingers caressed my arm. She bent and lightly kissed my shoulder, running her hand gently down my side, coming to rest on my hip, where it settled, slowly kneading my skin, her thumb moving in soft circles on the top of my ass. “You awake?” she whispered.

I was too scared to answer and maintained my charade.

Next, I felt her hand slowly slide down the front of my underwear, barely touching me. She paused on my half-hard cock, and very gently increased her pressure until she was firmly pressing my cock against my body. My heart was beating so loudly I was sure she could hear it too. My balls stirred, and my cock grew under her touch.

Her left hand slid over her head and rested on my hair as she lay on her upper arm. She swirled her hand in my hair as her right hand maintained its pressure. Now I opened my eyes and stared at the door, my eyes wide, my breathing muted but heavy. She couldn’t see my eyes, but I was sure she knew I was awake. I felt her kiss my bare shoulder, then her right hand lifted off, only to return and slide under the waistband of my shorts.

My eyes closed again, this time in pleasure, as I felt the warmth of her hand pressing against my manhood. I still didn’t know what to do, but I realized that it wasn’t up to me… she was taking full control.

Her soft, smooth hand caressed my erection, feeling every bump and line in my shaft. She gently cupped my testicles, and I was forced to move slightly as my right leg was impeding her progress. By opening my legs wider, I acknowledged that I was indeed awake and was committed, so I rolled onto my back and looked in her eyes.

In the dark, her fine red hair glowed with the ambient light from the street lights outside. She was entranced, staring at me while her fingers worked slowly and methodically, one set on my hair, the other on my virgin loins. Her wheels were turning as she debated with herself how far this would go.

Seeing my eyes, she spoke… “Don’t be afraid. Nobody will know,” and she leaned forward and gently kissed my forehead, my nose, and lightly on my lips. “Can you keep a secret?” she asked.

I nodded, my mouth so dry and tense I couldn’t make words.

“I have thought about this all week, and tonight, when you were so close to getting it on with my friends, I was very jealous. You may have thought you were messing up this week, but more than one of my friends told me they wanted you, that drove me crazy.”

I didn’t really believe her, but I sure liked the sound of what she told me.

“I wanted your first time to be something to remember, something I could remember!” Now, she was gripping my shaft and stroking. My heart was still racing, and I was shaking, partly in fear, partly in excitement. I still lay there frozen. I knew I should probably be doing something, but I had no clue what.

I had to reach for her hand, though, and stop her stroking, because I could feel I was going to lose it soon.

She smiled, as she knew without asking, why I had stopped her. She sat up on her knees, leaned forward, and pulled my underwear off my body. In the half-light, I could now see her beautiful body clearly. She was petite, but her “B” cup tits were smooth and round, her skin so white it seemed to glow in the dark.

 She felt my gaze and sat upright, allowing me a better look at her delicate form. Her body was perfect, slim and toned, evenly proportioned in all places, except her nipples, which were oversized and stout.

Overcoming my fear, I finally moved as I sat up and cupped her breasts, one by one, my thumb running across her nipples, causing her body to shudder with each touch. I let my hand slide down her perfect belly, resting on her thigh, next to the fine light patch of fur above her crotch. With the back of my left hand, I let my fingers caress the softest patch of hair I had ever felt. I dared not press hard against such velvety hair. I lifted my gaze to her eyes, finding a pleasant smile, her head tilted slightly in an adoring pose.

Sensing my awkwardness, she pushed her hand against mine, grabbed my fingers, and turned them toward her body. Guiding my every step, she led me to her pussy, helping my finger slide along the soft, moist lips, pressing against a nub of flesh at the top. Her muscles tensed, and her eyes closed as she helped me push on this nub and rub across it. Then she guided my fingertips lower, parting the saturated lips below.

I took the hint and pressed inward, feeling the soaked inside of a woman’s pussy for the first time. My eyes questioned her as I slid inward, afraid to go too far. Her relaxed smile showed me I had nothing to worry about. I was amazed at the feel of her cunt. I could hear the moisture slurping as I plunged in and out.

My senses were overwhelmed. The sound of my finger fucking, the warm, moist, pleasurable feel of her pussy, the smell of her sex in the air, the beauty of her fair skin and perfect breasts, and the reality of what was actually happening, overtook me. In an instant, I felt that unmistakable urge, and it was too late, I shot come across the bed, splattering her thigh and the sheets below us.

I wanted to hide. I pulled my fingers out and tried to grab myself, to stop the flow and send it back in. Embarrassment shot through me, and I thought for sure I had ruined everything. I looked pleadingly up at Tina and apologized profusely, “I am so sorry, I am so sorry, I can’t believe it, I didn’t mean it..." and on and on.

She was wonderful. Without so much as a frown, she bent forward and kissed me, stopping my blabbering. “That is soooo hot!” she exclaimed. “Don’t be sorry. It happens, but don’t stop now because of it,” and she grabbed my hand, guiding me back to the “scene of the crime”. She was experienced and probably had expected this development. She probably also knew that someone in my situation was not done after that either.

I took my cues directly from her, sometimes subtly, sometimes explicitly directed. After working her clitoris and pussy with my fingers for a while, she directed me to lie between her legs. I obediently dove under the covers and stared up close at my first pussy. The smell of her wetness permeated the covers. It was not “fishy” as I had always heard, but rather indescribable, yet unmistakable. As I dove in for my first taste, I was surprised once again at the unique flavor and texture. It was pleasant and delicate, not at all what I had expected.

My tongue worked her pussy, as I watched her eyes for direction. If they closed, I knew to repeat what I did. If she looked away, I moved on. She seemed to like it when I flicked her nub, but only for short periods, then I had to move on. As I varied my pressure and intensity of licking, I found her body pulsing underneath me. Her eyes remained closed as her hips lifted up rhythmically. I pressed into her lifts and relaxed as she did. At the top of each stroke of her hips, I flicked her nub quickly, causing her to hold each stroke at the top for a few seconds.

I placed my hands under her tiny little ass and helped her rhythm, kneading her flesh as she lifted. As her rhythm increased, I moved one hand free and reached for the nipples I had been dying to play with. Continuing my actions below, my free hand now rubbed across her nipple, creating a shudder and a quiet moan from her lips. Emboldened by the response, I began to squeeze those firm buds, which caused her head to swing from side to side, and her rhythm to increase.

She began to moan and breathe heavily. I had never seen a woman’s orgasm, but I was sure I would see one soon. I was excited. I swung my other hand free from her ass and now grasped both nipples in my fingers, tugging and twisting as she humped my face madly. Her head writhed from side to side. As her movements became frantic, she pushed hard into my face, her pussy juice all over my cheeks and chin.

With a guttural gasp and a whining moan, she came hard, pulsing almost violently against my face, her hands pinning my fingers against her breasts, her ass lifted completely off the bed, supported only by the balls of her feet. She held this pose for ten seconds and collapsed on the bed under me, then shuddered from head to toe, finally pulling me up toward her chest and hugging me.

This incredibly erotic scene had caused my cock to regain its full composure, and I was bursting at the seams. As she came down from her high, she sensed my erection pressing her thigh, and pushed me over on my back. “You sure you never did this before?” she muttered, looking in my eyes as her hands moved to my manhood.

She leaned forward, kissed the tip of my penis, then shifted to between my legs. Her eyes stared deeply into mine as she opened her mouth widely and placed it over the head of my cock. I had never felt anything so wonderful in my life. Her warm, soft lips enveloped me, and waves of electricity shot up my spine. I was afraid I was going to lose it again, but nothing came out. She slid up and down my shaft, staring into my eyes the whole time. Her hands wandered from place to place, looking for something.

She squeezed my balls, massaged my ass, played with my nipples, and helped stroke my shaft as she sucked. I was humping her slowly and thoroughly engrossed in the pleasure of what she was doing. Every nerve in my body was on call. With every touch, I reacted. I just kept saying “Oh God, Oh God!” over and over.

After a few minutes of this, she lifted up, grabbing my cock in her hand. She stroked it slowly as she repositioned her body, kneeling on either side of my hips, her ass pressing my thighs. I knew what was coming next, and I couldn’t believe it. Pausing momentarily, she leaned forward, reached for the nightstand next to my head, and opened the drawer, pulling out a condom. “Don’t ever forget this part,” she instructed.

Like a pro, she opened the package and slid the condom on my cock, with no wasted motion. Then made a show of unrolling the length of it down my shaft. Then, she leaned over, letting some saliva drip from her mouth. She smeared the warm fluid on the condom and lifted her body up, again grasping the base of my cock.

With a big grin on her face, she stared into my eyes again as she lowered herself onto me. As her warmth swallowed me whole, “Holy Fuck!” escaped my lips. I was a virgin no more.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, I wanted to call all my friends, I wanted to… hell, I didn’t know what I wanted to do! Even through the latex skin, I could feel the warmth and moistness of my partner. I could feel the ridges and grooves inside her vagina. She sat motionless that first minute, squeezing her vaginal muscles from the tip to the base of my cock. I didn’t even know girls could do such a thing!

Slowly, she started to rock forward and back, lifting up and down slightly as she rocked. Waves of pleasure washed over me as she moved, her hands pressed firmly against my chest. I reached for those wonderful tits and kneaded and squeezed them as she moved, my hips beginning to rise up to meet her movements. She would lift her body almost completely off my six-inch shaft and drop down onto my hips.

She had known what she was doing. By letting my inexperienced body release its first load of come earlier, she had known that I would last longer when the action got heavy. We fucked like this for five or ten minutes, all the while I was in ecstasy, and her smile grew wider and wider as time passed.

Over and over, I was feeling the urge to come, but there was nothing there. I was in heaven, and she was leading the way.

I continued playing with her nipples, tugging and twisting seemed to bring the best reaction. She was bucking wildly and pinning me down, but I wanted to come, and I wanted her to come.

With one hand, I moved down to her pussy and began flicking her clitoris, as she thrust against me. Bingo! I had hit a nerve. I could feel her shudder and her pace increase as I flicked and rubbed her nub. With one hand twisting and tugging her nipples, the other flicking and pressing her clitoris, and my cock pumping deep inside her, she began to lose her rhythm and shake her head from side to side.

Her wild movements caused my dick to pop out of her for a moment, and I took advantage of the opportunity. I grabbed her and rolled her to the side, swinging my legs over her and taking over. I aimed for the opening and thrust inside. I didn’t know tight from loose, but she felt tight enough for me. Now I was on top and pumping away. I again had one hand on her nipples, but the other was balancing me now, so she took over, and the sight of her pumping her own love button while I plunged deep inside her was almost too much.

She was fucking me wildly now and moaning and muttering as we moved together. I could feel myself building again and hoped this time would bring release. She grabbed my hips with both hands and pushed me in to the hilt as she thrust wildly, her head swinging back and forth as she came. Her eyes closed tight, her body tensed completely, and that tell-tale gasp and whining moan told me she was there. This did it. As her face flushed red in the dark and her body shuddered in ecstasy, I pumped frantically, exploding for all I was worth inside of her.

The old landline phone rang annoyingly loud, and a shot of pain ran through my head. I heard Tina jump out of bed and dive for the phone, her scratchy, hungover voice half-whispering into the phone, “Yea. He stayed here last night.”

She paused, and I guessed it was Dan talking to her.

“All the girls took turns fucking him until he passed out,” then she laughed. “I’ll get him over there, don’t worry.”

And she hung up the phone.

She saw me glancing over my shoulder and snapped her fingers in a motion to tell me to shut my eyes.

She was still naked, and in the morning light, I got a fresh look at her charms before I snapped my head obediently to the other side and closed my eyes. I heard her shuffle over to her nightstand and the sound of her quickly throwing her nightshirt over her head.

“Don’t you dare tell Dan… or Ken… or ANYONE, you saw me naked!” she sternly ordered.

I lay there confused. About then, I felt the unmistakable puddle of goo in my undies, the sheets damp around my crotch.

And my heart sank. It was all so real!

I could barely talk as the moonshine, the loud singing, and talking over the loud music had taken my voice. “Did we…?” I couldn’t find the words.

She slid into her side of the bed, a slightly concerned look on her face. “Wait. Do you mean you and me? She paused, then looked at the wet spot on the bed next to me. A pathetic smile appeared on her face. “Um, no. But, whatever happened, it looks like it was good for you!”

I felt so small. I wanted to be anywhere other than where I was.

She put her hand on top of mine. “It’s laundry day anyway. I’ll take care of it.”

“But, you didn’t… we didn’t…?” I stumbled for words.

“Honey, after I hit the light switch, you were unconscious. You kept rolling over toward my side and I kept pushing you back over.”

I dared not say any more. I couldn’t find the blurred line between what DID happen, and what didn’t. I was SURE there was more. But Tina was so resolute. Fortunately for me, I was leaving in a few hours to go home and wouldn’t have to face the humiliation.

As I dressed to make the trek back to Dan’s house, Tina came over to me and hugged me. “You really are adorable. If you were staying a little longer, I am pretty sure we could find the right girl to help you.” Then she squeezed my ass before stepping back slightly, kissed my forehead, and placed one gentle kiss on my lips. “You were a lot of fun last night. You made the party.”