“You were the alpha,” she said to me later. “You kept taking charge and making sure everyone had a good time. You looked so confident the whole evening. It was very attractive.”
Confidence. That word again. Grandpa Frank helped me learn to act confident when I was dating my high school girlfriend Beth, so it was pretty easy to apply those lessons in college.
The very next time I saw Julie, she acted so friendly I could tell she wanted me to ask her out. She smiled a lot. Made eye contact. She kept touching my arm. She did all the things women do when they want to get a man’s attention. Because Grandpa Frank had told me to be prepared for this moment, I knew exactly what to do.
“I hope you know how grateful I am to you and your friends,” I said. “That show Friday night would not have been nearly as much fun if you hadn’t been there. I was glad I got a chance to get to know you a little. I woke up Saturday thinking I’d like to know you better. There’s a classic movie showing at the student center tomorrow. Would you like to see it?”
Would she? She certainly would!
I remembered that Grandpa Frank told me there’s a method for becoming physically intimate with a woman. When I was dating Beth, he told me I needed to wait until she was comfortable with me, then I needed to take her hand. He had me do that for a couple of dates so she had time to enjoy it, then I needed to put my arms around her shoulders. I kept doing increasingly intimate things right up until the night we took each other’s virginity.
Julie was older and more experienced, so I figured she’d want me to move a little faster than I did with Beth. As soon as we sat down in the theater, I reached out and took her hand. That made her smile. By the middle of the movie I put my arm around her. I wanted to kiss her goodnight, but I was SURE that was too fast, so instead of kissing her lips I followed Grandpa Frank’s advice and kissed her hand.
She liked that so much that she leaned in and kissed me! And I’m not talking about an old-fashioned American kiss. This was a nice, hot, soulful French kiss. In one second, Julie had skipped forward several moves in Grandpa’s step-by-step plan.
“I met a great girl!” I told Grandpa Frank. I gave him a call because I wanted to thank him for giving me such good advice, and I wanted to know what he thought I should do next with Julie.
“Great girls are good,” Grandpa said. “I’d go so far as to say that great girls are great. What makes Julie so great, Ben?”
“She’s very cute,” I said. “I’m pretty sure she likes me. She gave me a very hot kiss at the end of our first date.”
“American or French?” he asked.
“French,” I said.
“Wow! French kissing on the first date. Way to go, Ben! What else can you tell me about her?”
I thought for a moment. I didn’t actually know much more. “She belongs to a sorority,” I said, explaining how I’d invited Julie and some of her sorority sisters to go on a group date with my roommates.
Grandpa Frank laughed.
“Let’s summarize,” he said. “You know that she’s a good kisser. You know she’s cute. You know she’s in a sorority. You know she likes jokes. Is that about it?
“Ben, you know almost nothing about Julie. Nothing! You should keep an open mind about whether she’s as great as you think, son. I guarantee that Julie is going to give you a few surprises in the next few weeks. Be prepared to be disappointed.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked. “She seems like a terrific girl.”
“Think of it like this,” he said. “You knew Beth for years before you asked her on a date. You had time to learn a lot about her long before you became a couple. The fact that you enjoy how it feels when Julie sticks her tongue down your throat is a good thing to know, but it’s just a start.
“I’m going to make a suggestion, Ben,” Grandpa said. “If this thing with Julie keeps growing, you should ask if she’s willing to have a relationship where you both date other people. That makes it a lot less likely either one of you will experience any heartbreak or hurt feelings.”
That sounded crazy. I wanted Julie to go to bed with me.
“Grandpa, I don’t understand that at all. I don’t think Julie would like it if I suggest we date other people. I want her to be intimate with me. Wouldn’t that ruin it?”
“Maybe it would, maybe it wouldn’t,” Grandpa said. “When I was in college I had lots of sex with girls who weren’t exclusive with me. Julie’s a freshman, right? The idea of being in an open relationship might feel kind of strange to her. On the other hand, she might be the kind of girl who’ll see that as liberated and adventurous. Since you have no idea what kind of girl she is, the only way to find out is to ask.
“Here’s the deal, Ben. If you get into an exclusive relationship with Julie, it’s very likely that one of you will do something to fuck it up. You are both very young and don’t have a lot of experience with adult relationships. One of you might go to a party and have too much to drink. When that happens, kids your age tend to think it’s a good idea to have sex with some stranger.
“Imagine how you’d feel if Julie did that to you. How would she feel if you did it to her? If you decide in advance that it’s OK to date other people, your relationship can survive.”
I understood what Grandpa Frank was saying, but it felt wrong. I liked having an exclusive relationship with Beth. I wanted the same thing with Julie.
It seemed like I was going to have my way. I went on another date with Julie, and we spent more than an hour sitting on a couch making out. She let me feel her breasts through her clothes. She didn’t object when my hand went up her skirt. By this time it had been a while since I’d had sex with Beth, and I got so hard I ached. She ground her belly against my cock when it was time for me to kiss her goodbye. You can guess what I thought about that night after I got into bed.
The very next day Julie claimed she was having trouble in our composition class, and she asked if we could study together. I suggested we meet at the library, but she said it would be better if we studied in my dorm room. This made me skeptical about her claim she wanted to “study.” I made sure I had some condoms in my bedside table before she got to my room. I took a shower, changed my sheets, brushed my teeth, and used lots of mouthwash before she arrived.
I left the door to my room open after she got there, but she closed and locked it. Julie dropped her backpack in the corner, came over to embrace me, and gave me an especially hot kiss. It went on, and on, and on, and by the time it was over I was so hot for her I felt dizzy.
Removing her clothes was a lot of fun. She was beautiful. It had been a long time since I’d seen Beth naked, and it was a thrill to get my first look at Julie. Beth had been tall and lean, with wonderful long legs. Julie was curvy, with a tiny waist, luscious hips, and very large breasts. Her nipples were hard and sensitive; she gasped when I sucked them between my lips.
After we got our clothes off I took Julie to my bed. She reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock, gently jacking me up and down as I ran my hand down her flat belly. I thought it was nice that a girl with such big breasts had beautiful abs and well-defined muscles all over her body.
I’d intended to go slower. Grandpa told me that it’s easy to go too fast with women, but that it’s almost impossible to go too slow. At that moment, it didn’t matter. I was so excited that it wasn’t long at all before I was massaging Julie’s pussy. She began squirming around beneath my touch, moaning as I pressed more firmly on her outer lips. She cried out when I finally dipped one finger into her hot, wet slit.
“Ohhhhhh… Ben…,” she said. Her hips began to rise and fall as I touched her more intimately.
She moaned a little louder when I finally began rubbing her clit with my thumb. I slipped two fingers inside her, and that made her go a little crazy. She began pulling on my cock, trying to get me to put it in her pussy. I got a condom and rolled it onto my hard cock. By this time I was so aroused I felt a little bit frantic.
I’d been a lot more in control when I had sex with Beth; maybe the prolonged period of celibacy since we split up made me more desperate. Grandpa Frank told me that a lot of guys jerk off before a date because they want to be more in control, and to last longer. I hadn’t thought to do that, and I realized I’d made a mistake. Now I was afraid I might climax so fast I wouldn’t be able to satisfy Julie. This was our first time having sex, and I hoped she’d like it so much that she’d want to do it again and again.
It turned out that I was worried for no reason. Julie must have been just as frantic as me, because she climaxed immediately after I slipped the head of my cock inside her. I felt the muscles in her vagina throb and grip my cock. She arched her back so much she lifted me up off the mattress. I’d never seen anything like that with Beth. It was exciting. It made me feel I was doing a good job making her feel sexy.
Julie went limp after her orgasm. I laid on top of her quietly for a while, then did my best to go slow. I wanted our first time to be gentle and loving, but my cock had other ideas. I was desperate to cum. Every part of me wanted to slam into her as hard and fast as I could. It took a tremendous act of will to slow my roll. I managed to do fine. Julie had a joyful expression on her face. Everything made it seem that she was happy with what I was doing.
Still, I tried to prolong the experience and avoid having an orgasm too early. I stopped moving inside her, taking time to kiss her passionately and to caress her big, beautiful boobs. I reached down and squeezed one cheek of her butt; it was nice and firm. Julie played lacrosse in high school and on the college team. All that running up and down the field left her with a taut, athletic body. It wasn’t what I expected after spending so much time admiring the lush, curvy profile she presented with clothes on.
I did my best, but I felt such an urgent need to climax that I finally couldn’t delay any longer. I came, and came, and came, and Julie wrapped her arms and legs around me when she felt my cock throbbing inside her. She climaxed again just as I was finishing. Her second orgasm wasn’t as long or powerful as the first one, but I felt I’d done a good job.
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