CHAPTER 19: CHAPTER 19

When we had finished, we decided to just get out of the car to get dressed. The fact that it was November and the temperature was in the low fifties just made us dress that much faster.

On the way back to the campus, I was afraid that she was disappointed with me because of the discomfort of our coupling. The fact that she didn’t speak on the way back to campus didn’t help my insecurity. When I pulled up in front of her dorm, she kissed me so tenderly yet at the same time with so much passion that my dick started to get hard again.

Then she said, "I love you. Call me tomorrow." She was smiling at me as she closed the door.

The next evening, I went out with Lucy. We necked and groped each other for a while, then I had to take her back to her dorm. As I was driving back to the campus, she did the unthinkable—she opened my pants and pulled my dick out.

As I drove, she slowly stroked my engorged member. When I pulled up across the street from the dorm, she leaned over and took my dick into her mouth and proceeded to give me my first blow job.

She bobbed her head up and down on me until I felt my balls tighten. I warned her that I was about to climax, but it didn’t stop her.

"I love you," she said as she got out of the car.

"I love you too," I replied. It was the first time I said it to her, and as far as I could remember, the first time I had said that to any girl. It felt good.

The following weekend, I got a motel room at an old roadside motel about ten miles outside of town. We were naked in bed five minutes after we walked in the door. After experimenting with oral sex, which I had never performed before, and finding that I loved giving it almost as much as receiving it, we had intercourse. Afterward, as we lay in bed together, we started to talk about our sexual experience.

After telling her mine, she took over.

Lucy said, "I was a virgin when I came to college. I dated a few guys on and off during my freshman year, but remained a virgin. Then, when I was home for the summer after my freshman year, I met Steve. We dated all that summer and started having sex about a month before I went back to school. Steve goes to school about forty miles from here, so he came to see me most weekends. Steve had a lot of experience and taught me the joys of sex. He is the only guy other than you that I have had sex with."

"What happened? I mean, why did you break up with him?" I asked.

Instead of answering my question directly, Lucy asked me, "When you were dating the two girls you mentioned, did you ever go out with another girl behind their back?" she asked.

I said, "No, I didn’t."

"Well, Steve did. I found out he was dating a girl at his school. Actually, she found out about me and called me to tell me to stay away from her boyfriend. Imagine that. After more than two years with him, I am accused of being the other woman. So I called him to find out if it was true, and he admitted that he dated this other girl but said that I was the one he loved. I told him it was over. I couldn’t be with a man who would cheat on me," she said.

"I am sorry that happened to you, but I am glad you broke up with him or you wouldn’t be here now," I said.

"Well, maybe. Anyway, please don’t you ever do that to me. If anything happens and you want to date another woman, just be honest and tell me you want to break up. I would much rather have a clean break than have you sneaking around behind my back until I catch you," she says.

I promised that I would never do that to her. Then we began making love again.

I used to think about that conversation, and it bothered me a little. The fact that her sexual talents had been learned from her former boyfriend was bad enough, but I could deal with that because that all took place before I knew her. The hard part for me was the fact that she broke up with him because he cheated on her, not because she stopped loving him. Whether she still loved this guy was a question I couldn’t ask her.

Thankfully, she never talked about Steve to me, so I was able to eventually put it out of my mind. In January, Lucy moved off campus into an old house she was renting with a group of other students. This gave us a room with a bed. No more back seats in cars and no more cheap motels. Our sexual activity was getting more frequent and more interesting all the time. It seemed that I couldn’t be alone with her for more than five minutes without her wanting to play with my dick, which always ended up with her sucking me off, and that would often lead to intercourse.

Then one day at the end of our semester exams, about three weeks before holidays, I was sitting with Lucy, well actually I was sitting and she was lying with her head in my lap doing her thing when the telephone rang. It startled us both, and she jumped up to answer it. I sat and idly listened to her half of the conversation. She answered with, "Hello," then her voice showed some excitement as she said, "Yes, I would..." then she turned away from me and her voice lowered a little. "When do you want to see me?... Wednesday is fine... What time should I meet you?" I could see that she was writing something down in the notebook on her desk.

"Where do you want me to meet you?" More writing. "Okay, I’ll be there... Yes. I am looking forward to it... Okay. I’ll see you then." She wrote something more in her notebook then closed it.