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By Motionman (Motionman@hotmail.com)

As Jason trudged across the Arts & Sciences quad at the State University, he mentally kicked himself for getting himself involved with a Saturday morning lab. Here it was, five minutes to nine in the morning on a perfectly lousy, drizzly day, he was hung over from too much beer and a couple of joints, and had this goddamn Geology lab. Jason wasn't heavy into the sex drugs-rock 'n roll college scene of the '60s, but he didn't avoid a good party when the opportunity presented itself. And last night was a good party! His throbbing head reminded him of that fact.
Slowly he climbed the steps to Haller Hall that housed the Geology Department, pushed on the ornate door handle, and slipped inside. The huge wooded door creaked on its hinges as it closed behind him. Inside the building, he was greeted with the musty odor of a century-and-a-half of aging in the three-story Victorian structure. Slowly he made his way up the three flights of wrought iron stairs. Each of his steps made a distinctive deep ringing clunk in the open stairwell; somewhat like a muffled bell.
Normally, he liked this building and the two others that were the original structures when the state university was created in the mid-19th century. Today however, Jason was in a gray funk. 'Why did I drag my sorry ass outta bed,' he grumbled to himself. 'If it wasn't for that damned Rita Jensen, and the promise I made to the T.A. to help her...'
Harry, the Teaching Assistant for Geology 101, looked up at Jason as he entered the room.
"Hey Jase! Party a mite too much last night, man?"
"Might say that," came the reply. "Might say..."
Jason nodded to friends as he passed down the aisle to the cubicle he shared with Rita, who to his surprise, was there. Jason was always a bit miffed at her for showing up five or ten minutes after the lab started, and they'd have to thrash to get what needed to be done.
But there she was, with the sweater-jacket that she frequently wore on these cooler spring mornings hung over the back of the lab chair. This was strange, he thought, because she seldom took it off in deference to the drafty nature of the high-ceilings and the somewhat ill-fitting tall arched-topped windows.
Rita was a sophomore liberal-arts student who wanted to be an architect, and was taking Geology 101 to fulfill her sciences requirements. Jason had become her lab partner as a favor to Harry who inherited her when she was not doing well in another lab, and requested a transfer. Since Harry's lab had an opening and Jason was without a partner, they were paired together three weeks into the course.
She was not a Playboy or Penthouse model, but she was attractive, and knew how to dress for effect. Jason had gathered by some limited conversation with her and from campus rumor that she was a "townie" and her parents were well-to-do. But as for socializing between them, there was none, not even some time spent prepping for exams.
Jason walked to their corner cubicle, pulled out his lab chair and slumped down, with a grumpy "Mornin'" directed at Rita.
"Ummmpfff" was the reply.
Jason perched his sunglasses above his eyebrows and surveyed the scene...he may have been hung over, but there were distinct changes in Ms. Jensen's appearance. First, she was wearing shades. Second her hair, which normally looked like she'd spent hours preparing it was plain and straight, and had been dyed a light brown from the normal blonde. Third, there was minimal makeup. And she was wearing jeans. In short, she was not dressed in her normal preppy fashion, instead more of the mainstream, no-frills "casual" look that seemed to be popular.
Then he noticed "it"...or more properly "them". As Rita straightened slightly in her seat, she presented two very clearly defined breasts encased in one of the new transparent bras covered by a sheer white semitransparent blouse. The effect of her dark pink areolae was electrifying to Jason, and even with his brain in a semi-stupor, the base male instincts were certainly operating.
Fortunately, Rita's head still tilted downward toward the lab book, and that gave Jason some time to quickly drop his shades to avoid letting Rita see where his attention was focused.
"What's the deal, Rita? New look and here ahead of me? Turning a new leaf?"
"Huhhh? Oh yeah, new leaf? I guess so."
For Rita, she was indeed attempting to start a new stage in her life.
She had been doing everything that her parents had expected from her, and had been pinned to a high school sweetheart she had since the beginning of her freshman year. But her life took a change when she got a letter from a girlfriend who was attending the same out-ofstate university as her boyfriend, Brett. It seems that Brett had been seen in steady company of girl from a sorority that was a rival of her friend's house. When Rita confronted him on the phone the previous weekend, Brett finally admitted his indiscretion.
On Monday morning, Brett's frat pin was in the mail. Rita was embarking upon a new chapter in her life... taking greater control of her destiny, and beginning to determine what she wanted of herself. Her first act as her new self was to take a hammer and pound the pin flat on her father's shop bench before placing it the envelope.
Her mother was beside herself trying to get her daughter to "see the error of her ways" and to reconsider her break-up with Brett, who was a favorite of both of her parents.
The confrontation with her parents over the split with Brett solidified Rita's resolve. She decided that this "preppy" lifestyle really wasn't her style at all, and that she just wanted to loosen the constraints that had tied her to Brett and to her parent's expectations. She wanted to be her own person, and that meant simplifying things and being more like one of the crowd.
She started with her wardrobe and other outward changes. During the course of the week, she and her girl friends went shopping, and when finished, the wardrobe was full of hip-hugger, flare bottom jeans and other relaxed, casual look items, replete with sandals and the platform shoes that were the vogue of underclass coeds. But one thing couldn't be affected by a wardrobe change, and that was grades. She realized that if she were to change herself, her study habits would have to be a part of it. Starting on Monday, she began to hit the library and focused on class attendance. She was an underachiever, just cruising along, but Geology and Biology were a true struggle for her, and if she were to get a reasonably good grade in each, she'd need some help.
Fortunately, early in the term in Geology, she unknowingly caught a break. That break was Jason, her lab partner. Jason simply loved the course, and could put Geology into terms that she understood. She hoped that he could get her straightened out, and finish with at least a C for the term.
She was deep in thought, attempting to figure out how to get what she wanted when Jason slid into his chair across from her.
"Huhhh? Oh yeah, new leaf? I guess so.
"God, you look like death," she said, looking up. "Bad night?"
"Depends on your perspective, I guess," came the reply. "I had a good time, but paybacks are a bitch."
They got to work looking at the various samples of rocks that were laid out on the table between them, and Jason had all he could do to keep his eyes focused on them and away from Rita's displayed charms. He also kept squirming in his chair in an attempt to keep his very stiff cock from becoming an embarrassment. It had grown harder than some of the rocks they were examining.
Rita did notice his discomfort, and for the first time in her life she felt a thrill of knowing how she could really use that power that women can exert over men. Rita's nipples were also painfully hard and her tit flesh was a bright pink throughout the course of the two-hour lab.
Jason also noticed that for the first time, Rita seemed to want to understand what was being discussed and that seemed to ease the headache that was throbbing at his temples. The rest of the two hours seemed to pass relatively quickly, although Rita's exhibition was causing Jason to have an ache in a region that aspirin couldn't touch.
Fortunately, Jason's mind did get ahead of his crotch and by the end of the lab, the tumescence had become manageable. And, much to Jason's surprise, Rita asked a couple of probing questions about the lab topic and seemed in no hurry to leave. In fact, they were the last students to leave the room.
The pair walked down the stairs together and into the still cool, damp air of the noon hour.
"So Jase, what are ya doin' this afternoon?"
"Try and dump this hangover, and probably try to catch a nap. Why?"
Rita stepped in front of him and turned to face him. "Well...I was wonderin'...I really need some help in getting ahead of the mess I have myself in with Geology. I was wondering if you'd like to come out to the cottage at the lake, and you could, maybe, ahhh... like help me understand what I don't understand?
"I mean, like I don't wanna impose or anything...but I really want to get a good grade in this, and not just a pass."
"Well, I gotta go back to my apartment and get my books if we're gonna do this. That is if ya don't mind riding on my motorcycle. It's over in student parking."
"My car's over there too. Why don't I follow you back to the apartment...then we'll drive out to the lake."
"Okay. But Wait for me outside."
"Why...? Ashamed of your pad?"
They started toward the parking lot, which fortunately was the closest to Haller Hall.
"Well, it's a shitty mess. We kinda had an orgy last night, and when I left, there were naked bods all over, and the last time this happened no one woke up 'til mid-afternoon."
"Oh... How come you got up for lab, then? Sure wasn't because of me."
"Actually, I like the course, as you may have gathered. But yes, you were a reason. I don't know if you were aware of it, but I promised Harry I'd get you through the course.
"Of course, I had no way of knowing that I'd be seeing this kind of a display!"
As he said that, he dropped his head towards Rita's chest that was partially covered by her jacket.
"And for the record Rita, what is with you? I mean, I noticed you in lecture yesterday, and on Wednesday, and it's like 'Mizz Preppy' has kinda gone back to the basics. You're in the library, and actually studying, you seemed to really want to understand what the lab was about this morning. Then there are those two...
"What gives here?"
For the remainder of the walk to his cycle and her car, she started to tell Jason what had happened. They reached her car first and she said, "I'll tell ya the rest on the way to the lake."
Jason led Rita to his apartment in University View, the local euphemism for the "Collegetown" area of apartment houses and retail shops that cater to the student populations across the country...which is often just a hair above depressed housing. He pulled his 650cc BSA into the stone-covered lot behind the house and quickly ran up the stairs to loft apartment in the old Victorian house he shared with two roomies.
When he opened the door, he was greeted with the stale stench of beer, cigarette and pot smoke and the smell of day-after sex. And just as he had feared, there were six naked bodies asleep on the floor and on the couches, three of each gender.
He thought, 'Oh man. I'm sure glad Rita didn't see this! What a fuckin' mess!' He quickly turned down the hall to his room to pick up his Geology text and notes. As he returned up the hall, he saw Rita standing in the doorway, her mouth agape as she said, "Shit! You weren't kidding!" Then she giggled, and she opened her jacket and said, "It looks like even with this, I'm over dressed!"
"Come on Rita...This is embarrassing! Let's go!"
Jason closed the door and they headed down the stairs and out to her MG-B convertible.
"Nice set of wheels!"
"Well Daddy gave it to me. It's okay I guess," said Rita. "I sure didn't have to earn it.
"Let's go to 'The Place' and get some burgers, fries and shakes. My treat...after all I am blowing your Saturday."
"Sounds good. But don't worry, I'll cover the food. I work there, and we get freebies."
Reinforced with some food and fresh air, Jason discovered that his headache was dimming. As Rita whipped the little sports car around the twisting roads leading to the lake, over the rasping note of the four-cylinders' exhaust, she continued her story about the break-up with Brett and her parents' dismay with the decision.
"So why the change of lifestyle," asked Jason as Rita pulled into a winding driveway leading to a large twostory A-frame.
"To be honest, Jase, I got tired of it all. I got tired of being Daddy's and Mommy's idea of what they wanted. I was tired of Brett's control. I am tired of living for others and not for me.
"I also did some self-examination. I realized that I had to get myself together and get through college if I wanted a chance to be what I want to be. My parents cannot do that, I have to! I have to knuckle down."
She opened the door to the cottage, and Jason let his eyes roam around the expanse of the natural pine interior, with the open spaces, and the lake-facing front with its large expanse of glass.
"This is neat," he told her. "Someday, I'd like one of these for myself."
"This is my getaway place. The folks use it for entertaining and that's all any more. But some of my fondest memories are here, and I come out here to get away from it all. It's where I did my soul-searching last weekend...just me, and my thoughts."
She took off her jacket, tossing it on a chair, and put her books on a coffee table in the living room. Jason did the same. She took him on a quick tour of the cottage, her modest exposed, yet covered, bosom leading the way.
As they came into the master bedroom, she asked, "How are you feeling? You can lay down here and I can get you some aspirin and a cold pack, if you'd like. Then you'd be feeling better."
"If you don't mind, I think I'll take you up on that. And yes, a cold pack and a couple aspirins would be great," he replied. This time, he wouldn't take his eyes off her chest and the twin beacons of her sexuality.
Rita nodded, and went down stairs to get an ice pack and the aspirin. He took off his shoes and jeans, took the comforter from the foot of the bed, and spread it across the double bed, then lay down and closed his eyes.
"Comfortable? Here's the aspirin and the ice pack."
After he downed the two tablets and water, he lay back down. Rita leaned over him putting a towel and the ice pack on his forehead. Again, her boobs were placed directly into his line of vision.
"Thank you, nurse Nightingale!"
"You're welcome." He heard her walk out of the room.
Jason relaxed and began to slip into that nice warm state that precedes sleep, when he felt the other side of the comforter raise up and bed give slightly. He was suddenly aware of a soft, warm body moving and snuggling next to his.
She pushed herself up on an elbow and whispered, "Hi...you looked so comfortable, I decided to join you. Hope you don't mind."
"Not at all, but..."
"Shhhh." Kiss.
An arm snaked across his body and held him tight. The body next to his was naked, and for the fourth or fifth time that day, nature began to quickly take control of his body. And the same was true for his bed partner.
Another kiss. A kiss on the neck, and followed by another on the ear. Jason suddenly realized he was being seduced. It was the first time he'd ever had a member of the opposite sex take charge of the situation, and he found that in this case, he rather liked it.
He relaxed and let Rita move forward. He asked quietly, "Is this a part of moving on in life?"
"Guess so," came her reply. "I just feel so comfortable with you, Jason Collingswood. Always have, even when I knew I was a pain in the ass for you." Her lips brushed his, and then she brought herself across his chest and insinuated her tongue between his lips, then past his teeth.
When she broke her lip lock on him, he removed the ice pack, raised up, and asked, "Why me?"
"I told you...You are what I like. You're everything that Brett wasn't or isn't.
"You are quiet, unassuming. You are strong, yet assertive when it's required. You have the common touch. Everyone likes you. I can see it whenever we are in the Geology lectures. You are what a woman should want in her partner.
"Besides that, don't you know that you are on the 'A' list?"
"The 'A' List? Never heard of it?"
"It's a list of the sexiest guys on campus, and it circulates among the various sororities. Believe me, you are high on the list...Top 10."
Jason was stunned. "What?...How?...Why?" he sputtered.
"Shhh!"
The comforter was thrown back and Rita was exposed in her nakedness, her torso still well-tanned from her Spring Break in Florida, the expanse of tan broken only by three triangles of paler skin that marked her bikini's coverage. Her breasts rose and fell on her chest, and her pubic patch was closely trimmed, like a well-manicured lawn.
She grabbed at the hem of his t-shirt and began to pull it over Jason's head and once that was removed, she started upon his briefs.
"Ahh ha. We have something growing here, don't we?" She patted his now rock-hard and severely constricted manhood, then gently grasped and squeezed it. She then put her fingers beneath the waistband of his briefs and in a move that brought new meaning to the term, "Clean and Jerk", the last vestige of his modesty was gone. Seven inches of maleness laid flat upon his hairy abdomen, with his nuts hanging heavily in their sac between his legs.
When Jason attempted to raise himself, Rita gently pushed him back to the bed.
"You'll get your chance, but I want to lead this dance...it's just something I want to do; something that I have to do," she whispered, kissing him tenderly. "You are my first lover. Brett wasn't my lover; I don't know what he was. You will be the first man I will open myself for, and I want this to be special."
She continued talking softly as she fondled his phallus and his balls, alternating between gently stroking and rolling his genital orbs and staff. For Jason, it was almost like he was listening to a confession.
"I was conceived in this room...and it seems somehow proper that I become a woman here, as well. This is something like having a romance novel come true, or one of my romantic fantasies."
Jason repeated, "Why me? Why now?"
Kiss.
"It just HAPPENED." Another kiss. Fingers played gently on the purple head of his turgid, almost painfully swollen penis. Jason bucked and squirmed his pelvis.
"You were a fantasy lover. Brett's indiscretion has changed everything. I wore that bra and top combination to get me...to see me as a sexual being. You don't know how much courage it took to buy them, to say nothing of wearing them together. I just couldn't bring myself to go out there with just two layers of transparency between me and topless, so the sweater-jac became kind of a cop-out. But today is really the first day of the rest of my life and that was kind of a 'kick in the door' kinda thing. At the end of this day, I hope I will be a woman. And I will become that woman by joining with a young man that I admire and respect."
With that, she kissed and licked her way across his chest, toyed with the indent of his navel. The fingers of one hand toyed with his masculinity, the other trailing her lips, stoking and caressing their way across the expanse of skin that was his torso.
Rita enjoyed the feel of the brownish-red hair of his lower abdomen. She marveled at how much more course his was than fine pelt that marked her own pubic patch. Her lips parted and her tongue snaked out to greet the point of his penis, and to taste the copious fluids that were flowing from deep within him.
Rita, while a technical virgin, she had managed to sneak off with a few of her older brother's "stroke books" as she called them, and had always wondered what this moment would be like, and what her lover would taste like. She found the clear, somewhat oily fluid to have a surprisingly mild taste, and she found the consistency pleasant to play with.
She raised her head from her task, and said, "Does it always do this?"
"Do what?"
"Do ya always leak such a lot of stuff?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Never really paid that much attention before."
"I kinda like it. It's neat."
She took the phallus in her hand and gently skimmed the organ up and down in the tube formed by her thumb and fingers.
"Arrrgggghhhh..."
She increased the pace lightly and gently added more pressure to her grip and got a longer, louder groan from deep within him. At the same time, he began to hunch hips hips upward in the timeless rhythm of fucking.
Rita raised the stakes again by encompassing the fleshy tool in her mouth, first sucking, then licking the angry reddish-purple end cap and the ridge behind it. Since she first read about sucking cock, she had fantasized about the act, and now that she was living out her illusions, she discovered she had never dreamed that she could control another person in this way, as Jason bucked and thrashed beneath her oral attack.
Finally, Jason's gyrations caught her off balance, and his 90-pound weight advantage caused her to fall to the mattress. Jason quickly switched ends to gain access to the grotto between her trim legs. He spread her open, and took a moment to gaze in admiration at the neatly trimmed pussy, which glistened with her own oily secretions, and her own body prepared itself for the union which was only moments away. From his viewpoint looking up her body toward her face, he could see her passion at every level. Her pussy lips were red and engorged, and her pert breasts were swollen and flushed, capped by nipples that were standing hard and proud above their base, their color darkened to almost red. Her eyelids were somewhat hooded, but there was a look that Jason had never seen before from any girl he had been with in the past. It was a look of determination and passion, and one that belied her focus upon herself in this point in time. As he looked up toward to her face, it was a picture of a pure sexuality...it was a young woman who desired what was to come, and was in control of it. Jason quickly moved forward into the "v" of her legs and began to lavish attention upon the portal of her femininity. As his tongue and fingers drove Rita to a higher plane of sensuality, she returned her attention to loving his cock. Jason found her pussy very wet, and the ambrosia of her loins intoxicating.
Jason began his attentions to her very gently, probing at the petals of her pussy, spreading them to expose the inner pinkness, then quickly following the digital exploration with a gentle caress with the point to of his tongue. His lingual exploration covered every corner and crevice of her wet slash, and paying particular attention to her sweet little clit, which was begging for attention.
Rita now began to buck and thrash as Jason's attentions drove the sweet 20-year-old into an emotional territory that she had heretofore only imagined in her masturbatory fantasies. As she began to respond to his tongue, Jason began to gently insinuate his middle finger into her depths, and she felt the slight pressure of the foreign digit entering her depths, and shivered with pleasure.
With the introduction of Jason's finger into her moist and heated interior, and the continued onslaught of attention upon her clit, Rita exploded in a spasm of pleasure. Her head snapped back, releasing Jason's cock from her mouth and...
"Awwwgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh God! Oh Christ! I'm cuuummminnnngggg! Oh stop! Please stop!" she wailed.
As she came, Jason was surprised at the intensity of her reaction to his attentions, and suddenly had to grab the hand which was gripping the shaft of his cock and threatening to bend it backwards.
As he tried to force her hand to release his tortured cock, he cried out, "Oh Christ! Rita! Rita! Stop it! It hurts! God!"
Finally Rita heard his pleas through the warm, soft fog of her orgasm, and realized what her lover was trying to do and tell her!
She quickly released her hand's death grip from his male member, and had a look of shock on her face as she realized that she had hurt him.
"Oh, Jason. Are you all right? I'm sorry! I didn't know...didn't think... Here, let momma make it better," she cooed, kissing and licking the somewhat mistreated organ.
While Jason's cock had received a bit of twisting, he had not removed his finger from Rita's juicy pussy. As he reassured Rita that it was just a minor thing, his digit kept frigging her and kept her level of excitement high. She continued to smother the shaft and its head with licks and kisses then began bobbing her head up and down, driving him into the entry to her throat. She sputtered and gasped as she attempted to deep throat his turgid length.
"Whoa, girl, easy...let's not try to do everything at once. You're doing good...in fact, you keep this up, and you'll get a mouthful real soon!"
Rita wanted to keep Jason in prime condition, and she moved away from him and stood up. She looked to him over her shoulder, and beckoned. He stood, and she took his hand and moved to a chair and said, "Sit here!"
"Huh?"
She swept her hand toward a full-length mirror. "I want to remember this moment. I want to watch this. I want you to watch it. This chair and this mirror seems to be the only way to do it, right?"
"Yeah...I guess. Yeah!"
As they reached the chair, Jason turned her to him and wrapped his arms around her, and brought his lips to hers in a deep kiss.
"You are something more than I had ever dreamed," he breathed into her ear. "I never dreamed that I'd ever find myself with you. Never."
"Hush, and sit," she murmured.
Once he was seated, she bent over and lifted his cock and planted a wet kiss on the mushroom head a tribute to the tool of her defloration. Then she lifted one leg and swung her body over his, and lifted his cock. With her back to him, facing the mirror, she lowered her crotch, held him up and with her other hand spread herself open to accept him.
Jason watched as Rita's heart-shaped ass descended over his lower belly. He also could see his the seven inches of his masculinity ready to be engulfed by the virginal pussy of this girl he only knew as his lab partner until a few hours earlier.
'Un-fuckin'-real,' he thought. 'Just too much!'
Then her wet cunt began to envelop him. She shook as she watched herself begin to pass into womanhood. For both of them, that initial contact was nearly like an electrical shock. While the idea of taking her virginity was something that Rita had hoped for, it was also Jason's first experience with an uninitiated partner.
From his brief digital reconnoiter, Jason knew there was no barrier to breach, but he was not prepared for the exquisite pressure that her vaginal opening was beginning to exert on his bulging glans. For a fleeting moment, he was afraid she wouldn't be able to encompass him or would strip his cock raw if she did.
Rita was also wondering if she could accept the girth of his shaft. However, she would not be denied, and with equal parts of passion, lust and determination, she began to slowly engulf him. She gyrated her hips up and down, side-to-side and in a circular rotation. "Aaahhhhhhgggggg! Oh my God! Uuuuuuuuuwwwww! Uhhhhnn!"
She supported herself with her hands on Jason's knees and watched herself pivot on his fulcrum, and watched it as her sex swallowed him so slowly. The feeling of this deliciously deliberate penetration of herself was so wonderfully intense!
From Jason's perspective, the view and the feelings were equally intoxicating. He was far from being inexperienced, but nothing had prepared him for this situation where his partner was in control...the tightness...the slowness of the act...the almost dance-like quality of Rita's actions upon his cock. As she slowly drove him into her ribbed tunnel, the squeeze of the outer ring of her pussy forced the blood from the head of his cock, creating a feeling of such intensity it was nearly unbearable. He tried to pull back, but Rita's rotating, downward action and the hard chair left him a bit between the rock and a hard spot. The visual and the physical aspects had nearly made him shoot off, but he transferred those feelings to gripping Rita's tight little tits, leaving finger marks on their softness.
After what seemed an eternity, they both finally felt the ridge of his cock pass the gate to her vaginal tube. Rita could feel him securely in her, and straightened herself. She gazed at her image through hooded, passion-glazed eyes. She saw herself impaled upon Jason's maleness, her rosy-pink lips clasping him in a velvet grip. It was an image that she stared at...wanting to burn the image of this moment into her mind's eye forever. She saw this as a critical defining moment of her life, and one she wished to savor. "Ohhhhhhh aaaaa," Jason sighed as the blood trapped in the barrel of his cock now pushed forward and expanded the head to accommodate the wider channel it would now travel. Like Rita, he gazed at the reflection in the mirror...his member captured by her enveloping softness, and her look of pleasure in what she had accomplished.
Slowly she began to rotate herself around him, widening herself centimeter by centimeter. Her pussy was now in full production of girl juice. Her reflection showed that Jason's thick shaft was being liberally coated with the slippery nectar, and she began to experiment with a short up and down strokes mixed in with the rotation.
When she had enveloped him completely, she leaned back into his chest, and sighed contentedly. With her cunt completely full of the male member, she finally felt that she had uncovered a mysterious secret that had eluded her for years. She leaned against him, then turned to pull his mouth to hers. "Thank you for this. I love it. Thank you, thank you," she murmured. Then she straightened her body and began the dance she had been waiting a lifetime for. She raised and lowered her torso, her slick velvetness sliding over him. Then he grasped her hips, adding his own upthrusting beat and together they began to move as one.
Each watched the reflection of their coupling. Jason marveled in her tightness and her passion, and Rita had quickly lost herself in the new sensations that coursed through her with each pistoning thrust.
She had used vibrators in her playground, but she had never imagined that her first time would be like this. It seemed like every nerve, every muscle, every cell of her body was reveling in the warm wash of passion that was centered in her groin. An animal she never knew existed came out and she grunted as her clit ground onto the surface of Jason's tightened nutsack and the two orbs within. As she rose from him, she sighed as if something dear were about to leave her.
As she reached for the crescendo she could feel welling from around her pussy, she was enraptured with her passion. When the wave of her maximum pleasure began, her partner suddenly began to thrust hard against her, and began to massage her pussy lips with his hands, adding fuel to her raging sexual fire.
"Ooooooooooo," she crooned. "Oh my, oh! I love it! Love it! Loveitloveitloveit!
"My gaaawwwwdddd! Uuuuuuuuuuaaahhhahhhhhhh."
Jason thrust upwards into her crotch with sharp strokes, and suddenly she went stiff as the crescendo of her orgasm swept through her body. As each wave of ecstasy struck her, Jason could feel the strong muscles of her vagina stroke and stroke his embedded phallus. Now as her body crested the wave, he slowed the pace of his thrusting to be able to capture the moment of her first orgasm as a woman.
This whole thing was surreal for him... His first "seduction" (if he could call it that), his first virgin, and perhaps most importantly, the first time with a girl/woman who really reached for her sexuality. He watched her somewhat use him for her own purposes, yet at the same time as he watched her face and body react to her moment of passage he thought about what a great thing it was to watch, and be a part of.
As she slumped against his body, she swiveled on the peg firmly wedged within to try to face him. "That was so glorious," she panted. "I can never tell you how glorious. I will treasure this forever and ever."
Kiss. Another kiss. Then a long, tongue battling liplock.
Once broken, Jason said, "I think I have to do some thanking too. This was my first real love-making, and I was drawn into it. I saw some things from you today that I never dreamed existed in you, and I don't mean just this. I won't forget this moment for a long time, either."
With that, he stood, and grasping her firmly around the middle took her to the bed, his penis still embedded in her.
"But now it is time for a full-bore, knock down, drag out, total fucking, Rita. And I am going to drive you and your pussy crazy!"
And with that, he rotated her onto her back and before she caught her breath, he was fully embedded into her, his public bone mashing her clit.
The afternoon turned into a multi-orgasm fuckfest in every room of the house, and culminated on the deck in the rain.
Life found the two entwined for the rest of their stay in college...and beyond.
Rita became the architect that she set out to be, and used her understanding of the geology of a building's environment to gain wide acclaim. Jason changed his major to geology and worked his way through a number of posts to achieve a high-ranking position in the U.S. Geological Survey.
They never married, but they never were apart. Rita had two boys and a girl from her love making sessions with Jason over the years. After initial displeasure with their "free-living" lifestyles, both sets of parents grew to love their child's partner, and acknowledged the strength of their rather "unusual" relationship.
And on the same day in May, they return for a "date" in the bedroom of a certain A-frame cabin on the lake. A picture frame holds a sheer bra and a white semisheer blouse over the bed.
And the earth moves every time.

Thanks to Lisa of the BYMSAP twins for her commentary and proofing. And to my dear friend Kristen, wherever she may be, for her encouraging words these past months.