Happy to change the subject, she told Pete that her high school grades weren’t good enough to get her into a university, so she came to the community college to maybe get good enough grades to transfer to a bigger school later on.
“OK,” Pete replied. “I’m doing something similar, going here for a year before transferring to a university. The only difference is that I’ve already been accepted at the university.”
She was confused. “If you’ve already been accepted to a university, then why are you here?”
“It’s simple,” he explained, and then Pete told her about staying with his family while his dad went overseas for a year.
“Wow, that is so cool that you would do that,” she said. “Most boys would never do that. Won’t it put you behind at the university though?”
“A little,” Pete answered. “But I couldn’t live with myself if I was in another state away from my family in case anything happened to my dad and they needed me.”
Shirley looked at Pete the whole time they were talking. He was surprised that either of them had time to eat lunch. She asked if he ate there every day, and he replied that he usually did. “OK,” she said as she got up. “Maybe we can eat together and talk some more.”
“You are a cute girl,” Pete answered. “I would always be willing to share lunch with you.” This brought another blush, but it also brought a smile.
The next day, Shirley once again joined Pete for lunch. The conversation turned to him and his history. Pete told her he had been an Air Force Brat and how he had gone into the Air Force after high school. Of course, he couldn’t tell her what his job was in the Air Force (it was still classified), so he just told her that he had been in supply. It wasn’t the whole truth, but it wasn’t a lie either. Pete decided that was his best bet when explaining his time in the military. It didn’t bring out the “baby killer” comments if people he was talking with turned out to be against the war. Managing parts for airplanes wasn’t seen as threatening to most people. If Pete was asked if he had been to Vietnam, he could honestly answer that he hadn’t.
The third day, Shirley mentioned that she was in Pete’s environmental chemistry class. She asked if he understood it, and he told her that he did. She then asked Pete if he could help her to understand it. He asked, “When?”
She replied, “As soon as possible. Are you doing anything after school today? Maybe we could go to my house.”
“OK,” Pete said. “Do you have a ride home?”
“I usually ride with a friend,” she replied. “But I have to wait for her because she has a late class.”
“If you want, I will give you a ride in my car right after our chemistry class.” he offered. “It’s nothing fancy, but it will get us there.”
She agreed and went across the room to tell her friend she wouldn’t need a ride that afternoon. After class, they walked out to Pete’s VW bug, and he opened the passenger-side door for her. She obviously liked that and said, “Wow, a gentleman too?”
She directed him to her house in Fairfield. It was just a regular house in a subdivision … nothing special. She let Pete into the house and he followed her back to her bedroom. She had a desk next to her bed, so they went through the last few lessons at the desk, and Pete explained each point to her. They had been at it for a couple of hours before she started feeling comfortable with the chemistry lessons. “I know I will need more help with this,” she said. “I’m just not very good with science.”
“I just figured it out myself,” Pete replied. “I did terrible in chemistry in high school, and I was worried about this class, but something in the way the teacher explains things just clicks with me.”
“I owe you,” she said. “I’m not sure I could pass this course without help.” Then, she leaned over and kissed him on the lips. Not one to let an opportunity pass him by, Pete leaned in and kissed her back, opening his mouth to let their tongues find each other and pulling her into him with his arms.
At first, Shirley was taken back by the move, but then she started to enjoy the kiss. She moved to sit on the bed and pulled Pete to her. He went willingly, and soon they were laying on the bed together kissing deeply. ‘Wow,” she mumbled when she broke for air. “You are a good kisser.”
“Thank you,” Pete replied. “You’re a pretty good kisser yourself.”
“You’re just saying that,” she said. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Well,” he replied. “For a beginner you are good.” With that, she smiled and leaned in for another kiss, which Pete met with enthusiasm. His hand drifted to her breast, and she moaned into his mouth. Pete wasn’t sure how far Shirley had gone with boys, so he didn’t want to push her too far. At the same time, he wanted to push the envelope enough to determine the boundaries. She wasn’t wearing a bra under her sweater, so when Pete slipped his hand under her sweater, it closed on bare breast. She shivered, but made no move to stop him.
Pete didn’t want to get interrupted by angry parents, so he asked when her folks would get home. She explained that she only lived with her mother who worked two jobs. Therefore, it would be several hours before her mom got home. He asked her if she would like to continue this, and she once again smiled and leaned back in for another kiss. His hand was already on her breast, so it was a simple matter to push her sweater up above her breasts for easier access.
Pete pulled on her arm, and she took the hint to slide both arms out of the sleeves. They were still kissing, but Pete broke the kiss long enough to slide her sweater over her head and off. Then, he kissed down her neck to her breasts. Shirley gasped as Pete sucked in one of her nipples. “Oh my God,” she cried, “That feels so good.”
Pete continued to suckle both nipples, trading back and forth to give each equal time and attention. He made short side trips to nibble her earlobes and her tender white flesh lower breasts. She was squirming under him as he fondled her body.
When Pete tried to unfasten her pants, Shirley blocked his hands. She said, “I’m not sure that I’m ready for that yet.”
He looked at her and replied, “There are other things we can do besides having sex, but these pants would still need to come off.”
“Can I keep my panties on?” she asked.
“OK,” Pete replied. “If that is what you want.”
She nodded her head to give her assent, and Pete unbuttoned, unzipped and removed her pants from her legs. He then kissed his way down to her belly button and teased it with his tongue. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “But it feels weird.”
“It will feel better and better,” he said. His tongue was traveling around her navel and down over her panties, and with every nudge and lick, she was getting hotter and hotter under him. His fingers were dancing around her crotch, pressing her vulva through her panties. Eventually, his finger slipped under the leg opening of her panties to rub her vulva directly. When he pulled her panties to the side a bit, and his tongue slipped into her vulva, she almost came unglued.