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I grabbed Christine by the belt around her jumpsuit and pulled her close for a kiss, and then took her out onto the dance floor. Pump up the Jam was playing on the PA, and people were starting to crowd the place. It was another perfect lounge party. And I was with the sexiest girl at school.Not one other girl there held a candle to her in my eyes, and there were some pretty body-conscious girls there. And I was going to make her a woman that night.
We danced closer and closer as the night wore on. Both of us were sweating, and the heat between us was evident to everyone; we drew the most stares. I thought I saw Hannah wandering around earlier, catching my eye, but she was with someone. She wouldn't go without that night, that's for sure. Christine's thin body and my own felt like one for the longer songs; after a while, they were all slow dances to us. Her legs started pressing around my own, and I could begin to feel the heat emanating from between her legs. It was too dark to tell if my jeans or her jumpsuit were getting wet from something other than our sweat, but I wouldn't have been surprised. I pulled my head back, grabbed her hair tightly and slithered my tongue over and around her own, being met with the same enthusiasm. I could no longer prevent getting hard with all those people around and I pressed it firmly into her pubis... and I got a soft coo or moan whispered into my ear when our kiss broke. This was getting to heated, and I needed to take it the next step. "Are you comfortable with me?"
"What do you think...?" she softly responded.
"I want to take you back to my room."
"Then what are you waiting for?" My jaw just about hit the floor. I wouldn't be waiting long now...
We said good-byes to our closer friends and wandered out, not bothering to disguise our destination as a walk along the beach. We went *straight* across Dorm Quad. However long it took for us to make love, however long it took before we even started, we weren't going to waste any time getting to be alone. While we were walking, I asked her if she had any shorter name forms or pet names/nicknames she liked.
"Well, an old boyfriend used to call me Chris, but that was kind of generic, and I'd rather you used something else, if you want to."
"That doesn't help," I said with a smile.
"Well, you're creative! Think of something, and if I like it, you can use it!"
"Hmmm... how about... 'Luscious?'" She shook her head, snorting. "Ok, then, you don't like luscious. What about Cherry? Nooo... that won't work after.." She swung real wide and slapped my chest! But then she leaned in and licked my ear. "Sorry, Christine. Chrissy? No? Christi? That's ok?Well, I could use Christi. But I think I prefer something more special and personal, like... "Angel."
Christine just leaned in and put her arm around my waist. She was smiling, but I could see a tear well up in her eye. She wiped it away before she thought I would notice it.
When we got to my room, I closed the door behind us and she just stood there, in front of the loft, looking. Her mouth was slightly open, and she was surveying the view... after all, it was impressive. That early evening before jumping in the shower, I had cleaned up, straightened up the area under the loft where the couch and A/V system were, made my bed, vacuumed and done various other things to make the room appear more spacious than it was. I had turned on a light blue light bulb downstairs, lighting the area indirectly, and I had a shaded lamp upstairs that shone with a red bulb. In some circumstances it could have been extremely tacky. But given the 'neatness' of the room, and the quantity of toys/belongings/furniture, it looked great. There was a cool breeze blowing outside, and the large bay window was split horizontally by the loft level itself. We stood inside separately for several moments, and then I stepped under the loft and then out into the staircase well, stepping up. As I reached halfway up, I was then able to lower the blinds for the window, and the venetians closed. I looked back at her; my angel was standing at the base of the stairs watching me, and as I passed her moving down I quickly moved in for a fast, deep kiss, reaching up to tweak her left nipple, as I had wanted to do for so long... but just as quickly I pulled away and walked around her, stooping, to reach the stereo, which had a separate 5-disk cartridge with various Jazz cd's like Dave Grusin and Kenny G. I put the music on low (I wanted to hear her moan!) and turned back to her.
She had begun taking off her red jumpsuit. I sat back down and became mesmerized by her agonizingly slow striptease. Her face was absolutely serious as she peeled the jumpsuit over her rump and reached down to push them below her knees. I was beginning to think this was going to be one of the most memorable sexual experiences of my life, and I didn't want to rush through it.
Her blonde hair looked as though on fire reflecting the red light coming from above, and of course her tan skin looked even more so. Her lips... those sexy thin lips were barely open, glistening, and her eyes locked on mine. I almost wanted to look away; they were almost intimidating, but then, I thought, here is this gorgeous freshman, thinking about giving her virginity away to a Junior, it's more than likely she's the most intimidated one here. True beauty does make me a little unnerved, though, and she was pretty close. After kicking off her shoes, she only had on her tube top, which in this light looked like a ruffled fabric in a very light blue color, and her panties, which were becoming increasingly more visible as she stood back up in the small stairwell area. She was looking down to the space under the loft; I was sitting on the floor staring up at her, enjoying everything. She stretched up, slowly, showing off her smooth and tight curvature, her small but inviting breasts with a hint of those perfect nipples... and maroon silk panties cut high over her hips, but tight into her crotch, showing just a little bit of creasing at the base of her V; I was staring at her lips and I wanted them so badly. She must have shaved for a bikini; I saw no stray hair, thank GOD. I love a trimmed bush. We had had so few words; I wondered if I should begin to say something, after all, she would/could never forget this experience (not that it was any different for me). Would that make her feel any better or more comfortable?
"I need to say a few things to you, Angel..."
She made no move or motion to stop me. She just stood there, in all her glory, arms stretched above her head and resting on the top loft floor. And she smiled. "Yes, Phil?"
"I've been thinking all week about you. I've been thinking all day about you, and you're all that matters right now. I can't think of anything but this. I might have pushed harder if things were different, but I really want this to be a very special experience for you, and I don't want to rush it, or for you to think you're just getting it over with..." No response, just wide, beautiful eyes. "Would you like a massage? Would it help you relax?"
"A massage would be wonderful, Phil. But, perhaps later. I don't think I can postpone what I've been dreaming about since I saw you on the beach a week and a half ago. I want you to make love to me. I'm a little... scared, I guess, but I'm ready. Just go slow and I know it'll be fine..."
The words I was waiting for! I got up and walked over to her. We stood up and moved closer in the stairwell (practically the only place TO stand in my room) and leaned in for our first long kiss. It felt like it lasted an hour... she put one arm around my waist and slid another up over the back of my neck and started to run her fingers through my hair; it felt electric.Meanwhile I was darting my tongue on, in and around her lips, not going deep at first.
I started moving my hands up and down her sides, pressing in at the sides of her small breasts, indicating what my next move would be... she just leaned in and around to kiss the side of my neck-- that felt so good! I decided that while I wasn't going to rush things, I was going to show who was in control, so I leaned down a little as I reached up to touch the top edge of her tube top, and in one quick move I pulled it down and enveloped her left nipple completely with my mouth.
Christine gasped! But she didn't pull away-- she leaned in and clamped my head to her chest, running on hand down my back and digging in with her nails. I sucked hard, then ran my tongue in larger circles around those incredible nipples, one after the other, moving back to look at how small and DARK they were! I told her how much her chest turned me on, how they were perfect for her. I don't know if she needed to hear that, or if she felt that Kati's chest looked better because it was bigger, but it didn't matter-- hers were fantastic.
She finally pushed my head back a little; I stood up. She started pulling my clothes off me, starting with my shirt, running her fingers through my chest hair, and then she reached down and pulled off my socks (I had kicked my shoes off when we came in). She stood up and paused a little, staring down at my crotch. She reached to caress it, and squeezed gently, but then seemed to decide she wanted me naked; she unbuttoned my LEVI 501's, and ran her hands around my ass to pull the jeans off my butt, squeezing my buns as she pulled down. I was trying my DAMNEDEST not to move too much, she was driving me crazy with lust! I had my hands on her shoulders to maintain contact and she smelled so good! I began to get a good whiff of her musky scent as she and I were removing our clothes and I couldn't WAIT to go down on her. But she had things in hand by now, or... ALMOST!
She waited to touch my straining cock through my boxers until the jeans were off, and when they were, instead of pulling them off, she ran her hands up and down the ridge pushing out, and then moved her hand inside the slit in front and grasped my cock near the base and SQUEEZED hard. I almost lost my balance. She stroked me up and down a couple of times, and then pulled her hand out. Her eyes looked really glazed, her lips were wet from our kisses and her mouth was just barely open. She was staring at my crotch...I finally couldn't take the suspense any longer and rasped "take them off now..."
She looked up for a second, smiled wider, and then pulled the elastic band out and over my penis, straining to push out and over the boxers! She smiled really widely and dragged them down fast off my legs, and just stared at my cock with one hand around it, squeezing lightly and moving her hand up and down slowly. A drop of pre-cum inched its way out the tip and she reached forward with her other hand, wiped it up and touched it to her tongue, staring up into my eyes as she did. God, that snake-like tongue... I wanted it moving around my shaft so badly!
Thank god she didn't make me wait much longer. She motioned me to move around so I was almost sitting (more like leaning) on the staircase leading up to the bed area, but that way she could stand on the bottom step and be almost face to face with my cock! She leaned in, got comfortable, smiled at me while I pointed right at her face, inches away, and said to me, "I want you to come in my mouth, OK? When we fuck, I want it to last a while..."
Where did this girl come from, and how did a virgin know so much about sex???
She reached up with both hands, stroking the shaft with one, and moving the fingers of the other around my balls. I was in heaven! And without saying anything else, she covered the head with her warm and wet mouth. "Oh Goooood. Oh man, Christine! You feel so fucking good!"
She moaned over the top of my cock, but wasted no time before increasing the pace, and I knew that with the waves of pleasure rocking my body so soon, that it wouldn't be long before I came a LOT down her throat! She alternated squeezing harder with lighter, but always kept her mouth over my cock! At one point, she pressed too hard down below my balls, and I told her that if she kept that up I'd never come, but other than that she knew *exactly* what to do to get me off! My ass was moving up and almost off the stairway now, in time with her hands and mouth (I need to tense up before I come for some reason!)...
Suddenly, she started doing something new! This girl had surprises in store for me! She started swirling her tongue around the top of my shaft every time I almost came out of her mouth, and when I started yelling how close I was, she reached under my balls and moved her index finger up my crack!God my asshole is sensitive at that time! She first moved past it and rubbed up and down, but that started sending me over the edge!
"Unnnhhhh! That's it!Fuck, Christine! Ohhhhh... I'm starting to come! It's coming! Take it... Take it...."I was out of it, and to top things off, Christine, right at the moment of truth, pressed her index finger hard on my anus, not inside, but hard right on it, and that just *blew* *me* *away!* I thought I was about to lose consciousness... sensory
I lay there, catching my breath, leaning back against the stairs.Christine stretched up, wiping a little cum off her cheek and into her mouth, slurping on her index finger. She leaned in to me and lay her head on my shoulder, pressing her stomach up against my wet dick. I felt it was hard, but losing some of it's intensity; I felt as if it would NEVER get completely soft with this girl around! Some of her hair got in my face, but it felt soft, and warm. As my energy started to come back to me, I pushed her chest away from mine, and said, "your turn! Come on upstairs!" I grabbed her hand, and started to turn around, but then stopped, and turned around. "Oh no. Not yet...stand back."
She looked a little strange, like she didn't understand what was happening; she would in a minute! I looked over her amazing body, those long lean tan legs, and those gorgeous high-cut maroon panties, and I knew I had to take them off right then. I couldn't wait. I moved my face in to kiss her cloth covered mound, and smelled her aroma, rubbing my cheeks over her stomach and running my hands around and up to her buns, squeezing gently. I pulled the top of her panties down over her ass, ran my hands over to the front, and slowly, kissing her skin with my lips and tongue all the way, revealed her tawny bush, cut short so I could see the skin underneath and trimmed into a vertical rectangular pattern (I love that!).It was beautiful! What a perfect pussy! I pulled her panties off completely, and reached in between her legs to lightly pass over her lips and tease her... she shuddered. "lick me... please" she said almost inaudibly...
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, what did you say?" Of *course* I heard her.
"Lick me, Phil, lick my cunt..." I stared back at her with this nasty grin, motioning for more..."Suck my pussy! Don't just sit there, DO something! I need you!"
I took her hand and practically yanked her up the stairs! I pushed her lightly back into a laying position on the loft; we had to crawl upstairs because of the proximity of the ceiling! She looked exquisite without anything on. She must have been athletic in High School; she had such a strong ass and set of legs! I lay down on top of her, my head level with her breasts and started kissing, getting her warm and anxious, but she grabbed my hair and head with her hands, pulled me up so that she could shove her tongue into my mouth, and after tongue-wrestling for a minute, during which time my cock fell nestled into between her legs and got SQUEEZED... man. Then just as forcefully, she pushed my head down her body and stopped when I got around her belly-button, which I passed and continued as I settled into place just over her vagina. For a short while I just stayed there, touching with my fingers lightly and nudging with my nose, enjoying the musk, just until I thought she might get a little self- conscious and wonder if I was 'studying' her-- but I was, and I was enjoying it. She was beautiful.
So I reached out and started tentatively licking up and down, wetting down the area around her clit-- her pussy was soaking, but I didn't want to spend much time there. I wanted to go right for the clit. I know that wasn't particularly tactful, but this girl wasn't interested in tact. So I enveloped her little button and started to swirl my tongue around it, getting serious moans in response, and I settled immediately into a slow rhythm of closing my mouth down around her clit area, trying to use the rough part of the middle of my tongue rather than the tip when I licked up and down as part of the rhythm. She was beginning to buck lightly, and I knew it wouldn't take her very long!I started by using my hands to pull her clit and pussy area a little higher up over her pubic bone, to augment the pressure, but then I brought one arm back around her leg and ran it up and down her pussy opening (I didn't want to press inside and accidentally break anything too soon!). That began to do it, she seemed to reach a higher level of arousal and I stepped up the pace a little and left it there-- I didn't want to lose her!
I didn't have to wait long! Boy, was what I doing working well! She just started thrashing about and moaning, trying to say things but not being too intelligible. Besides, her legs had started to clamp over my ears and I couldn't hear perfectly... I thought she was coming when she began to rock left and right, but she seemed to stay at that high plateau for a while, and then she let out a little yelp, arched her back, and grabbed up the sheets into her fists as a long low moan escaped her thin wet lips... Wow. This girl could really come. I let go immediately, and wiped my face with a nearby towel (and pulled out a little hair when she wasn't looking!).
When I looked back, I saw that she had her eyes closed, her mouth open, smiling, and she couldn't move! I leaned back over and kissed her on the cheek.
"I've never felt anything like that before in my life. I mean, a friend did try to do that once, but THAT didn't happen!"
"Someone did that for you before, and you're still a virgin?"
"Well, yes-- we decided to try oral sex, and I just never wanted to go all the way with him. But he wasn't as good as you were, and I just asked him not to do it anymore! I just gave him head occasionally!"
Overload. I just collapsed. I didn't have the energy to say, "stop!" And I'm not sure if I would have, anyhow. God. That was one of the most explosive orgasms I had ever had. I was certain of it. And the night was hardly over!
Continued in part 5...