So, there I was, a mechanical engineering major, sitting to the back and off to the side of a small room in the library with my books, notes, and slide rule all out in the open. Yes, ‘slide rule’. Remember, this was the early 70’s there were no such things as ‘hand-held’ calculators. And whatever ‘desk-top’ calculators that were around were the size of two 4-slice toasters.
I had been in ‘study mode’ for nearly an hour, with probably two more to go. Then I was looking forward to heading back to the trailer for a few beers and sit in front of my roommate’s TV.
It was only 8:00, when all of a sudden I sense a ‘presence’, as my concentration on whatever calculation I was deeply involved in, was broken. I looked up to see this petite green-eyed blonde girl, with a serious and apprehensive look. As I quickly looked her over, I could tell she came from a family with some ‘means’ as she wore more than the usual ‘coed’ faded jeans and t-shirts. Her makeup and hair were done up very nice. But, what caught my eyes were the small, almost, indistinguishable little mounds that sat high on her chest.
“Hi. I don’t mean to interrupt your concentration. I can see you must have some math background.”
“I’ve had through differential equations. Why?”
“I know you’re busy, and I hate to intrude. I mean, you don’t even know me. But, can I ask a favor?”
“What would you like to ask?”
“I’m taking algebra-trigonometry, and I’m lost. None of the girls on my floor are any help. They’re as lost as I am,” hesitating, “Can you help me?”
Pause.
“I’ll pay you.”
I’m a sucker for a girl ‘in need’. A girl that ‘needs help’. Always have been. I used to help my high school girlfriend with her math and elementary algebra class, just because she needed help. I didn’t expect anything in return. I just felt, it was the right thing to do. We were friends. But, here. A complete stranger, out of nowhere.
“You don’t need to do that. What’s your name?”
“Terri.”
“I’m Bill.”
So, that’s how it started. She was a sophomore, living in the dorm. Terri had attended a community college the year before and had lived at home, which I found out was in Winnetka, north side of Chicago. I later found out that it definitely was not the ‘poverty’ side of town. This year she wanted to experience ‘college life’.
Over the next few weeks, we spent a lot of time together in the library. Then, in her room afterwards, just hanging out. On the weekends, we would hit a few bars. I was over 21 and Terri was 19, so getting into bars and buying alcohol, for us, was not a problem. Later in her room, we’d hang out with some form of ‘adult beverage’, which we shared with her roommate. I actually became the ‘alcohol supplier’ for a number of her close ‘floor-mates’.
We found we could talk to each other about anything. We shared the same view on “The War”. Mistake. Terri was really interested in what it was like, growing up in a small town, with a small graduating class. She said she barely knew most of her classmates, as her graduating class was 255. Kind of envied what I had. I found out that her dad was into investment banking. I didn’t pay attention to her reaction when I volunteered that my dad worked in the local dairy, as he had for that last 15 years. That he had been a carpenter before that, and that had built their house before my mom and dad were married. That he worked as much ‘over time’ as he could. Each week he would buy enough building materials to keep busy for the coming week. By, the time they got married, the house was mostly built, livable, and no debt.
We got to know each other, really well over the next few weeks. To the point of her staying over at the trailer and in my bed, nude, on a number of nights. My ‘V’ card still intact. Condoms weren’t readily available, and I wasn’t about to take a risk for a few minutes of intense pleasure, and neither was she.
Her breasts were bit larger than two half apples… probably a small B cup. It was the first time I had been with a girl with that small of breasts. In the dim light of my cramped bedroom, I found them captivating. They would virtually disappear when she would lie on her back. But, those two prominent dark pink peaks and surrounding rust-colored ovals were sexy beyond what I had ever seen, or tasted. Then there was that blonde, at the juncture of her legs. Light and wispy.
I found out she had extremely sensitive nipples and an equally sensitive clit.
I had never ‘gone down’ on a girl, just never thought of it. Actually Terri was only the second girl that I had ever touched ‘down there’ and the first girl I had been with, that was completely naked. From her reaction, as I headed from her freshly stimulated nipples down her body, neither had she. Then she asked me in a hushed tone, as my chin brushed through that soft Garden of Eden, “Do you believe in kissing down there?”
“I’ve never done it before. But, I would like to try it. For you to be my first. Is that OK? I mean, are you comfortable with me doing that?”
“Yeah. I mean, it’s a first for me too. If you want to. I’ve heard guys don’t like doing that. So, I’m kind of nervous. I mean, what if you don’t like it? I’d be embarrassed.”
“Terri, I would never embarrass you. If you get uncomfortable, just let me know. OK?”
“OK,” her voice, hesitant.
It was the first pussy I had ever seen. Even in the dim light from my bedside desk, it was incredible. Thin delicate pink inner lips forming an inverted “V”. My first kiss to the open folds was tentative. My tongue probed… tasting the flavor of female arousal for the first time. It was rich. It was earthy. It was musky. In a short word… exquisite.
“mmmm. Terri. So wonderful. I never knew a woman could taste so good.”
I felt her relax, as she fell back into the pillow. Her initial anxiousness, at this new experience subsiding, as Terri now concentrated on what was happening between her open legs, which were getting wider.
“The top. Kiss me at the top,” her voice soft, raspy with a building need.
I knew of the clit, from my high school girlfriend. I had found it by accident one night in one of our ‘semi-nude’ groping sessions on a back country road. My finger had grazed that sensitive button. Her instant reaction was one of surprise, and then a need for me to touch that spot again. She experienced her first orgasm that night. The first of many in the days and weeks to follow. Yes, she was that innocent.
My tongue bathed her clit. Terri cried out at her release. Trying to muffle those cries in the quiet of the occupied trailer.
Her first kiss to me was one of passion. Followed by a slow and steady kiss. Terri rested her head on my stomach, facing my completely engorged cock. I gasped as her cool hand encircled my warm erection. I ran my fingers softly through her soft blonde hair. I had no idea what was on her mind. I felt Terri slowly raise her head off my stomach. The next thing I felt was the head of my cool dick being enveloped in a wet warmth. I gasped. Terri just held me in her warm mouth for about five glorious seconds. I was certain this was as much a first for her, as it was for me.