Finding A Place

Chapter 10

I understood. She was saying, don't be scared. Or that she was scared, too. One or the other. Either way, the message was the same. "OK," I replied.

She grinned-and reached for the hem of her shirt, and peeled it over her head. Then she dropped the already undone b*a from around her shoulders. And she sat there, n***d from the waist up, grinning at me.

"Easier access," she said.

Her breasts, as I've said, weren't overwhelmingly large-but they were round and firm and just awesome. Her n*****s were pink and proudly erect. And the rest of her? I guess I never knew it before-but I guess I have a thing for jocks. I'd seen her in a swimsuit, and of course I'd seen her arms-which weren't overwrought but were finely sculpted-but seeing it all together like this took my breath away. I had no doubt, now, that what I said before was true-she could kick my a*s from Palo Alto to Chicago. And easily. But what a way to go!

"Something wrong?" she asked, as I just stared at her.

"Absolutely nothing at all," I said. "You're beautiful." She just giggled, and I leaned back into her and kissed her again, putting my hands back on her breasts. She sighed into my mouth. Her reactions emboldened me, so, after a bit, I said, "I want to kiss you."

"You are, silly," she giggled.

"Not on the lips," I said, and started kissing down her neck. Her eyes opened wide in realization, and she shivered as I kissed my way down her neck, and then headed right for her n****e.

"Oh GOD," she gasped, as I ran my tongue over her n****e. It was fantastic. I did it for a few minutes and she was gasping and squirming the whole time. The position I ended up in, suckling on her boob, I had my hand on her thigh, right at the end of the skirt she was wearing. It seemed to me that she was trying to shift herself, so that my hand would move. But I wasn't sure-so I tentatively moved my hand up her thigh, under her skirt, just an inch or two.

She spread her legs. "Yes, oh God, yes, Brendan," she gasped. "Please. Touch me there."

WOW. I really couldn't believe this was happening. To me? This fast? I did as she asked, though-was there any question? First outside her panties-which were very wet-and then I slipped my hands into the waistband and tugged. She quickly lifted her hips to help me get them off.

I reached my hand between her legs, still suckling on her n****e. Look, I had an idea about the female anatomy-but biology, as I said, was never my strong suit. And females in general certainly weren't my strong suit. So, as I reached down between her legs, I disengaged from her boob and said, "Remember. I'm clueless. You have to tell me what feels good."

"OK," she giggled. I reached down and found her opening. I ran my finger around the edge of it, and she moaned. Then I ran my finger up her p***y lips, up from her opening, and she gasped. I did this a few more times, just experimentally. Boy was she wet.

Now, I knew what I was going to look for, but wasn't sure where it was. But Sheila helped me out. The next time I brought my finger up her lips, she gasped "Go a little higher." I did, and found a little nub. I ran my finger over it.

"YES!" she yelled. "That's it, right there, Brendan, oh God right there..."

I worked my hand up and down, flicking the little nub on every upstroke. Every time I did, she shrieked and her legs spasmed. I was still suckling at her breast. After a while, she said, "Faster, Brendan, please, do my c**t faster, Oh god..." So I did. I zeroed in and frigged her c**t. She started panting and heaving, and then she howled, her pelvis coming off the bed, her legs spasming. She grabbed my hand and smashed it into her as she spasmed. Then, regaining her breath, she pulled my hand away from her p***y.

I crawled up next to her, as she calmed down. Then, her eyes fluttered open, she smiled at me and said "WOW!"

"Did you, you know..." I started tentatively.

"Have an o****m?" She giggled. "f**k yes! Did I ever! And it beat the hell out of any I've ever given myself, I'll tell you that."

I laughed. "You know-how did we ever get this far this fast?"

"Uhm, well," she said, blushing, "I got carried away. I admit it. But I'm glad I did. Look, I wanted what just happened, but I'm not ready to go all the way."

"That's fine, neither am I," I agreed.

"You see? Most guys would be trying to stick it in right now. I knew I could trust you. This is far as I want to go right now. OK?"

"Of course," I said, though, I must admit, I was a wee bit disappointed. After doing her, I was as horny as I'd ever been in my life, and very hard... I guess I'd have to take care of that myself.

She must have seen something in my eyes, though, because she said, "Oh, no, that's not what I meant! I'm not going to leave you hanging, sweetie," she grinned at me. She practically ripped my shirt off. And then went for the button on my jeans. And had my jeans and boxers off and my d**k out in a damn hurry. "And you didn't want me to see you in boxers," she giggled. She reached down and took my d**k in her hand. She wrapped her hand around it, and started moving her hand up and down.

"I've never seen one before. It's bigger than I'd imagined," she giggled.

"From what I've heard, I'm just average," I said.

"Still looks big to me!" she laughed. "Look, same thing you said to me. I'm clueless. Tell me what feels good."

"That feels good. You could grip a little harder, but not too hard." She increased her grip just a bit-to where it was perfect-and started a good rhythm. I'd never had any other hand on my d**k besides mine-and having hers on it was just a completely different experience. Her hand was soft and warm. It was fantastic. After a bit, I managed to say, "A little faster." She picked up the pace. She was lying next to me but her head was on my shoulder, watching herself jerk me off. After a couple minutes, I yelled "OH GOD!" and came like I'd never c*m in my life.

She milked the last of it, then let go. My jism pooled on my stomach. She dipped a finger in it, giggled, and said, "Wow, there's so much!"

"Oh Jesus," I groaned.

"I'd ask you if you came, but that's obvious," she laughed.

"Oh, man," I said. "You were right. Doing myself was never like that."

"Good," she grinned. Then she got up-still n***d-and got the Kleenex from my dresser. She took some and cleaned me up. After she was done, she climbed on top of me and kissed me. "Oh, that was fun!" she enthused.

"I'll say," I agreed.

"Wow, though, guys are messy!"

"And girls aren't?" I laughed. "At least what I did was easily cleaned up. Look over to where you were lying when I did you," I said, pointing beside me. "A nice little present for me to sleep in." The wet spot on my sheets was plainly apparent.

"Oh, s**t!" she laughed.

"It's OK, I don't mind," I grinned.

"And you used to be shy," she grinned back. We cuddled for a bit, still n***d, and then she said, "Are you OK?"

"Yes. I'm just stunned. A lot has happened in a very short time period."

"Well, yeah. You know, I didn't intend on going this far," she admitted. "Putting your hand on my boobs, yes, I knew I was going to let you do that. Going up my skirt? That just happened."

"Oh. Well, are you OK?"

"Oh, hell yes," she proclaimed. "I don't regret it. It was wonderful. You're wonderful. But it was very far very fast for me, too."

"I know," I said.

"It's strange. I'm careful about stuff like that-like I said, that's by far the farthest I've ever gone. But I find that I really trust you, so I'm OK with it. Better than OK. Really better than OK," she grinned.

"Uh-huh," I laughed. "We'd better get dressed before Jake gets back."

"Good plan," she smiled. We got dressed and tried to study some more. I'll admit, it wasn't all that successful. She kept interrupting me with kisses. Not that I minded all that much.

Jake came back after a while and we all went to supper. Afterwards, Sheila came back to our room and said, "Look, I need to go back to my room and really study, OK?"

"I know what you mean," I laughed.

"Save me either tomorrow or Tuesday night, OK? Since I'm leaving for Rio Wednesday morning."

"Tuesday," I said.

"Great. See you in Calculus tomorrow," she said, and kissed me goodbye. "Night, Jake," she said, and she was gone.

"So," Jake said after she had gone. "Spill the beans. What happened?"

"What makes you think anything happened?" I said.

"Well, I thought you were going to talk to her."

"I did." I was enjoying stringing this out.

"So, how'd the talk go?"

"Good."

Poor Jake was really getting exasperated by now. "So what happened?" he asked again.

I grinned. "OK. What happened is I seem to have acquired a girlfriend. Happy now?"

"Great!" he said.

"And then we didn't get a whole hell of a lot of studying done," I grinned.

"Wait a minute. You didn't."

"Oh, no, not that. She's a virgin herself, and we're not ready for that yet. We did a few other things, though."

"Good for you. I'm happy, really, Bren. You deserve it. And she's a real sweetheart."

"That she is," I smiled.