A Forbidden Love

Chapter One-2

I knew that I was making the right decision. If meeting women is part of my objective, the theater is the best place for me. The cheerleaders will be more interested in the football players and not the water boy. I left my room and headed for the dining hall. While doing my tour of the campus, the dining hall was one of the few buildings where I had not examined the interior. When I walked through the main door there was a foyer. Straight ahead were two more doors that led to the dining hall per se. It was a huge area with cubicles allowing for private dining. “Very classy,” I thought. This was somewhat different from other dining halls I was familiar with. This dining hall did not have a buffet line either. There were young people serving the tables. I learned later these were students making extra money to help pay their expenses. I began my search for Greta. As I walked by the cubicles, I would slow down my walk and glance in. Finally, I saw Greta sitting in one of the cubicles alone.

“May I sit down?” I asked. She motioned to the chair across from her. There were menus on the table. I began to survey the offerings.

“Is there anything here that you would recommend?” I queried.

She smiled and said, “The Rib Eye steak.”

Within a few moments, the waiter walked in and took our order. We sat there for a few seconds in silence. I began to query her about where she was from. She told me that she grew up on the west coast, San Francisco to be more specific. Her father was on the city council and her mother was a lawyer. Greta went on to tell me that she wanted to follow in her mother’s footsteps.

I could tell that Greta was going to be a good lawyer. Within my asking her a couple of personal questions, she had me telling her my life story. It was remarkable how she was able to turn a conversation around. I was not offended. I liked talking about myself. I told her my plans for the future. I even mentioned my goal to attend dental school.

Once the dinner was served the conversation came to a close. We sat quietly and ate. Every once in a while Greta would look at me like she was trying to decide something. When dinner was over and the waiter cleared the table, we had coffee.

“How old are you?” Greta asked.

For whatever reason, I did not want her to know my real age. So, I lied. “I am nineteen going on twenty,” I said convincingly. Then I turned the question on her. “How old are you?” I asked.

“Twenty-one,” she said. After a short pause, “Do you like music?” she inquired.

“Of course, everyone likes music,” I responded. She smiled. I got this feeling that she knew I had lied about my age, but it did not seem to make any difference.

“When we leave here would you like to go back to my room with me and listen to some music,” she asked.

I was not sure what she had in mind. I would have bet that it was going to be more than just listening to music. “I would love to do that. I can’t think of anything else that I would rather do,” I said. Greta smiled again. We left the dining hall.

As we walked into the dormitory there were other students arriving. Greta seemed to know some of them. She acknowledged them by name. When we arrived at Greta’s room, she entered first. She turned on this light that was connected to a dimmer. She adjusted the light somewhere between bright and off.

Greta asked, “Would you like to have a drink?”

She opened a footlocker and produced a fifth of rum. She took two glasses off a shelf. Then she opened her small refrigerator that revealed a couple dozen cans of coke. Before I had a chance to answer her question, she poured a generous amount of rum into each glass. Then she topped them off with the coke. She handed me one of the glasses. Without saying a word, she went into the bathroom.

I was alone in her room. As I was sipping the drink, I wandered around the room looking at the pictures that she had posted on her walls. Most of the photos were of Greta and what I believed to be other students. There was one particular boy in all of the photos. In the majority of them, he could be seen with his arm around her or very close to her. I sat down on her bed. I continued to drink my rum and coke.

The bathroom door finally opened and Greta came back into the room. She had changed her clothes. She was wearing a bathrobe. There was no doubt about it; she was getting comfortable for the night.

“How do you like the drink?” she inquired.

“It’s great rum,” I said. I began to tell her about a rum factory I had toured once in the Dominican Republic. She ignored my story and began looking through her music. Since she did not seem interested, I shortened the story and became quiet. She selected a record and put it on her stereo. She turned the music down low. Then she dimmed the lighting even lower.

“Music and lighting complement each other,” she said. She picked up her drink and drank it down in two swallows. Then she fixed another. She came back to the bed and sat next to me.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she inquired.

“Not exactly,” I said.

She took another big swallow of her drink. She began to sway to the music. “Would you like to dance?” she asked.

I began to fantasize about what might happen. When I stood up, Greta requested that I drink what was left in the glass down. After I did as she asked, I could feel the rum begin to take effect. I put the glass down. Greta held out her arms to invite me in. We danced close for about a minute. Greta had a very solid body. Having our bodies in such close proximity began to have an effect on my libido. I knew that she could feel the firmness of my manhood. She put a little distance between us and looked down. Then she pulled me close to her and whispered in my ear.

“Are you a virgin, David?” she asked.

I was embarrassed and excited all at the same time. I was lost for words.

The thought crossed my mind that she was an experienced woman. She instinctively knows that I am a virgin. For some diabolical reason, she just wants me to acknowledge the fact. I knew that she was going to take control of the situation, so I might as well fess up. “Yes, but not by choice, I can assure you,” I confessed.

She moved her head back. She looked at me with this diabolical smile that I will never forget. Then she asked the big question.

“Would you like to stay here tonight and have s*x with me?”

She loosened the tie on her bathrobe and allowed the front to open. It revealed that she was not wearing any undergarments. She took my right hand and put it inside the bathrobe. Feeling her body made my heart race.

“I think that you need to get more comfortable,” she said.

She moved me back to the bed and we sat down. She began to undress me. This lady really knew how to seduce, I thought. I was really nervous. I imagined “Benjamin” in the film “The Graduate”. I remembered the seduction scene in that film vividly. I was now living a very similar experience.

Within seconds, Greta had me completely undressed. She began to fondle my manhood. Then we began to passionately kiss. Greta had incredible lips. She pushed me back onto the bed and she straddled me. Before she put my manhood into her v****a, she said, “I want you to know that this does not mean that we are an item. We can do this from time to time, but I do not want a permanent relationship with you. Can you live with that?” she asked.

I was so excited and confused that I would have agreed to whatever she said. “Yes, of course, we are just neighbors,” I said. That reply did not make any sense, but I just wanted to be agreeable. I wanted to get on with what we had started. She eased herself on me. I could not have been in her but a few seconds, when I had an orgasm. She felt the pulsation. She knew exactly what I had prematurely done.

“You were kind of selfish by losing your self control, David.” Looking down at me she said, “Now you are going to do something for me, so I can have an enjoyable moment as well,” she commanded. She rolled over next to me. She opened her legs wide. She directed me to perform oral s*x on her.

I had heard about this kind of s*x, but everything we were doing was brand new to me. She lost no time teaching me the art of pleasing her.

After she had several orgasms, I rolled over and promptly fell asleep. The next day was Sunday. When I woke up, I could hear the shower running. I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Greta was in the shower. “Do you mind if I join you?” I asked.

“Of course not,” she said.

I opened the shower door and let myself in. Greta was soaped up. She requested that I wash her back. We took turns getting clean. When we got out of the shower she handed me a towel. Then we took turns drying each other. I left the bathroom and began to get dressed. She requested that I leave once I had put all of my clothes on. She said that she had a busy day planned. When I finished dressing, I thanked her for a lovely evening. I mentioned that we should do it again sometime.

“Of course, we will,” she said.

I was having difficulty realizing what had happened. I have only been in college less than twenty-four hours and I have lost my virginity. Life cannot be any better than this. Instead of going back to my room, I decided to go to the dining hall to have breakfast. I entered the facility and sat in one of the cubicles. I was looking over the menu when someone said my name. I looked up. It was one of the young women in the play.

“May I join you?” she asked.

I stood and offered her a seat. After she sat down, she began telling me how excited she was that she had been cast in the play.

I told her that I was a bit apprehensive. I confessed this will be the first time for me. As we were sitting there, I was racking my brain trying to remember her name. Then it came to me. Her name was Ilka. She told me that she was born in Germany. Her mother was German and her father was American. She had beautiful blond hair and blue eyes.

The waiter took our breakfast orders. Then he served us coffee and orange juice. Ilka asked me if I would like to study our parts together. I was not sure what she was referring. I guess from the blank look on my face, she could see my confusion.

“What I mean is, we can take turns running our lines,” she said.

We spent our breakfast talking about the play. Ilka was going to play the part of the ingénue. It was a dramatic part and it invoked a lot of sympathy. I wanted to make some points with her. I told her that I thought she gave the most intelligent reading out of everyone who read. She gave me one of her beautiful smiles and she returned the compliment. I asked her if she was seeing anyone in particular. She said that she had a boyfriend last year, but he transferred to another college.