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The next morning, Martha was still in bed when Nancy dressed and left for breakfast. She was just finishing a bowl of cereal when Martha came down and slid into the chair across the table.
“Hi roomie. I hope we weren’t too loud last night. I have a hard time holding back when I climax, and Roger knows how to make me do that a lot. I probably should have let you know he was coming to see me, but it was so last minute.”
Nancy did not respond right away. She was too busy staring at Martha’s mouth and thinking that those lips had recently been wrapped around Roger’s cock. Her pussy twitched. She couldn’t figure out why thinking about it made her so excited. It was a perverted act. Only whores did those things. Apparently girls from New York City did as well.
“Um, it’s okay. I fell asleep so I didn’t really hear anything,” Nancy lied. “Your boyfriend seemed really nice. Is he still here?”
“Roger’s not my boyfriend,” Martha laughed. “He’s just a fun guy to be with. My parents sent me here to marry a doctor or lawyer from Yale, but I may as well have some fun in the meantime, right? Anyway, he drove back to the city last night. He just came up for a quick fuck.”
Nancy was having difficulty getting her head around this. Where she came from, girls didn’t use words like climax and fuck, and those who had sex with guys that weren’t boyfriends were sluts.
“Oh, I see,” Nancy said, trying to keep her voice steady, “Aren’t you worried about getting pregnant?”
“Not at all,” Martha replied. “I have a diaphragm and I usually make the guy wear a rubber too, although with Roger I didn’t so I made him pull out when he was shooting his stuff. Do you have a diaphragm?”
“Uh, no. I…I’m a virgin.”
“Oh. I should have known, you being from the Midwest and all. That’s okay. I know lots of girls who won’t go all the way. Most guys are happy with a blowjob or handjob. I guess you must masturbate a lot if you’re still a virgin.”
Nancy turned bright red, giving herself away. Back home girls never admitted it. She always thought she was oversexed because of how often she did it. Compared to Martha, she wasn’t even in the same league.
“Um, it’s not really something girls discuss where I come from.”
“Yeah, but you do it, right? I mean, who doesn’t? I have a plug in device that vibrates and it drives me crazy. You’d love it. I’ll let you try it sometime. Hey, how would you like me to set you up with a date?”
“Um, I…I don’t know. I don’t usually date strangers.”
“Don’t worry, Nancy. You’ll love Mike. He’s a junior at RPI in Troy and a real gentleman, and he’s very handsome. He won’t try to do anything you don’t want. I know him because he grew up in my neighborhood and went to the same school as me. I know you’ll like him. How about it?”
“Well, I guess it would be okay. It’s just a date, right? You’re sure he’s a gentleman?”
“Absolutely. I’ll call and invite him down for the weekend.”
Mike turned out to be handsome and sophisticated. They went to a mixer on campus with Martha and her date. Mike was a perfect gentleman just like Martha had told her he would be. He was also a good dancer. They swirled and spun doing the jitterbug until they were exhausted. After a break to get some punch and catch their breath, a slow dance played. Mike took her hand and led her out to the dance floor.
Slow dances in the Midwest were more like waltzes where bodies barely touched. Nancy was surprised when Mike put his hand on her lower back and pulled her close. She felt a little self conscious being so close to a boy in a crowded room, but many of the other couples were dancing the same way so she relaxed.
Mike slid his hand lower on her back and pulled her even closer. It took Nancy a moment to realize what was rubbing dangerously close to her pussy. It was his erection. She didn’t know what to do. Nothing like this had ever happened to her. Even worse, it was having a highly stimulating effect on her. All she could do was wait for the song to end.
By the time they separated, Nancy’s pussy was moist and her nipples felt like they were going to rip through her bra. She excused herself to use the ladies room. She locked the stall door and sat on the toilet, pulling her panties down her legs. A hand slid through the soft blonde curls. A finger parted her folds and found her swollen clit. In less than a minute she leaned forward, squeezed her thighs together, and stifled a gasp.
Mike was waiting patiently by the punch bowl when she returned. Nancy looked around the room for Martha, but she was nowhere to be seen. Mike told her he was having a good time and really enjoyed her company. She smiled and said she was enjoying herself as well. He asked her about Ohio and what it was like to grow up on a farm. He finally got around to what was really on his mind.
“Would you like to go for a drive in my car? It’s a beautiful night. I’ll put the top down.”
Nancy knew what this meant. It wasn’t much different from the offers boys made back home. They would eventually end up parked somewhere private. He would put his arm around her and they would kiss. Nancy didn’t mind that, particularly with such a gentleman. She could say no to anything he tried to do that she didn’t want, and he would honor her wishes.
“I would love that, Mike.”
He took her hand and walked her to his 1952 red Chevy convertible. The cool air caused her blond hair to flap in the breeze as they wove through the nearby country roads. He turned onto a small unpaved road and drove several hundred yards to a hilltop overlooking the valley below. He turned off the motor and put his arm around her shoulder.
“Isn’t it beautiful? You can see the shadows of the valley in the moonlight.”
Nancy turned her head and smiled at him. She wanted him to kiss her. She moved her face closer.
“Yes. It’s very romantic,” she whispered.
Their lips met. Nancy parted hers invitingly. Their tongues mingled. The kiss became more passionate. His hand went to her waist and slowly inched higher. Should she let him feel her breast? She had let several boys at home do that, but never on the first date. On the other hand, she didn’t want to seem like a prude, and she was in college.
Nancy lifted her arm to signal her permission. His hand slid over the large swell pushing out from her cotton blouse. His fingers squeezed and massaged the soft tissue. Nancy moaned into his mouth. Her body was on fire. Her nipples swelled. Her pussy throbbed. Mike unbuttoned her blouse and slid his hand under her bra.
Only one boy had ever touched her naked breast and certainly not on the first date. Nancy thought about stopping him before it went any further. Then a fingertip brushed across her bare nipple. Nancy gasped and squeezed her thighs together, trying to control the throbbing in her pussy. Any thought of stopping him quickly evaporated.
Mike slid his lips to her neck, kissing and gently biting the thin skin. He rolled her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing and pinching. Nancy was losing all control over what he was doing to her. No one had ever made her feel this way. He pulled his hand from her bra and reached behind her back, deftly undoing the clasp to her bra.