Grandpa's Guide to Women Pt. 04

Your response to Grandpa’s Guide to Girls was so flattering that it motivated me to write this sequel. You voted your approval and made very kind comments about the story of Grandpa Frank helping young Ben woo his first girlfriend.

You need to know why I placed this sequel in the “first time” category. Ben is not a virgin when he arrives at college, but every sex scene in this 10-part sequel has at least one character having at least one “first time” experience. Oral. Bondage. Anal. Roleplay. Reluctance. Facials. Threesomes. New partners. The recurring theme is the gradual surrender of diverse kinds of innocence.

As you know, many stories on Literotica defy categorization. It’s almost impossible for a label to give readers all the information they deserve while deciding what stories to read. If you’re looking for a tale of young lovers having erotic experiences for the first time, you’ll find it in Grandpa’s Guide to Women. Just know that these characters surrendered their virginity before this story begins.

Part 4 describes Ben catching feelings for a new girlfriend while an old one tries to win him back.

All characters are adults over 18.

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Sonya invited me to spend the night. It was a bit uncomfortable trying to sleep in her tiny little bed, but we managed. I couldn’t take her out for breakfast because we both had early classes.

In the morning she walked me to the door, and we went past two of her sorority sisters. They looked up at us, grinned, and one of them said “Good morning, Ben. Did you sleep well?”

Sonya replied for both of us. “This poor guy didn’t sleep a bit. Somebody kept waking him up. He was up and down, all night long.” I believe I already mentioned that Sonya is a very smart girl. It was the perfect response. I’d like to be that clever.

I was going to be late if I didn’t hurry, so I was jogging when I went past Julie’s sorority. Once again, I saw some girls in the window, and I’m sure they saw me. Damn it, this is getting annoying! I thought to myself. Those girls are going to tell everybody where I spent the night! I’m getting tired of my personal life being the subject of gossip every damn day! @#$!

My roommates were just getting up when I got back to my dorm. “Ben! Where were you last night?” Mike asked.

“I was visiting a friend,” I said.

“Was your friend of the female persuasion?”

“Maybe.”

“Was her name Julie? Or Sonya?”

“Listen guys, I’ve got to get ready for class, and I don’t have much time. I need to get in the shower. I can’t talk right now.”

“Yeah. You do need a shower, Ben. You smell like a French whorehouse.” That got them laughing like hyenas.

I put my flask back in its hiding place, then grabbed a towel and some fresh clothes. I got to class in plenty of time. As soon as I sat down Julie walked over.

“Can I talk to you?” she said.

The expression of her face was one of pure misery. I couldn’t tell if she was upset because someone told her I’d spent the night with Sonya, or if experiencing non-stop slut shaming was wearing her down. It was probably a bit of both.

“Of course, Julie,” I said. “We can talk anytime you want.”

“How are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m OK. Putting one foot in front of the other,” I said. “How about you?”

“I’m doing awful,” she said.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said.

“No you aren’t. You’re glad I’m suffering for my mistake.”

“Julie, that is not true, and I’m sorry you think it is. I am not mad at you. I am over it. I realize that things must be pretty hard for you. I’ll do whatever I can to make things better.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I care about you, Julie. That hasn’t changed.”

We talked a little more, and it turned out that what she wanted to discuss were her STD tests, which proved she hadn’t picked up any infections from that frat boy.

“That’s great news,” I said. “It would have been very sad if the tests came back positive.”

“I was hoping I could see you,” she said. “Now that you know I can’t give you a disease, I’d really like it if you’d let me spend the night again. I miss you so much I’m going a little crazy.

“I know you don’t want to be seen in public with me, but if you don’t mind I’d be happy to just see you in your dorm room. I need you to hold me again. Please say yes.”

“Julie, I was upset when I said I didn’t want to be seen with you. I don’t feel that way anymore. I’m proud to take you out. I miss you too. If you’d like to be with me in my room tonight, that would be wonderful.”

Julie was smiling as we arranged for her to visit. I realized something odd. I’d had sex with Sonya that morning, and it seemed I would have sex with Julie that night. It meant I’d have sex with two women in one day. Another first!

Something about that felt good. Very good. Extra special double good. Maybe I was being juvenile thinking that way, but I couldn’t help feeling it was great that two very desirable women wanted me on the same day. Grandpa Frank said that college would give me the opportunity to have first-time “romantic adventures” with different women.

Those were the words he’d used. “Romantic adventures.” I’d believed him, but I hadn’t imagined that so much would happen during my very first semester.

That evening Julie showed up at my dorm. She was wearing a very pretty dress, and her hair and make-up looked especially nice. She has a very curvy body, and the dress she wore displayed it nicely. I have no way of knowing if she made a special effort to look good for me, but I liked to imagine it was her way of trying to repair our relationship.

She looked . . . unusual. It took me a few minutes to figure it out, but eventually I realized that Julie wasn’t wearing a bra. She has very large breasts, and I’d never seen her go braless before. When I gave her a hug I ran my hand down over her bottom, and I could tell she wasn’t wearing panties, either. I felt certain that coming to my room without underwear was a sexy gesture meant for me.

Still, she looked very nervous. I thought it would be nice to offer her a cocktail, so I pulled a soda out of my mini-fridge and mixed in an ounce of vodka. I got a soda for myself, but skipped the alcohol. Grandpa Frank said it’s a bad idea to drink two days in a row, and his advice has been so good I’ve decided to follow it as well as I can.

“How is your drink?” I asked.

“Very nice, thank you,” Julie said. She had a strange expression on her face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

There was a long pause. “This is the first alcohol I’ve had since . . . the night I got so drunk.”

“I hope that doesn’t make it hard for you to enjoy it,” I said. “Julie, I meant it when I said I forgive you. I hope you’ve forgiven yourself. I hope you’ve stopped beating yourself up.”

She looked sad. “There are plenty of other people beating me up these days,” she said. “People are saying crude things about me. Since that night, a lot of sleazy guys have asked me out. I know it’s because they think it will be easy to get me drunk and have sex. Ben, this is just horrible.”

Things were happening exactly the way Grandpa Frank predicted. “That’s a lot of sexist bullshit, Julie. Nobody is doing any of that to the guy who got you drunk. If you were a man, people would be congratulating you. This is very unfair.”

“Those are the first kind words I’ve heard since this whole mess happened. I swear Ben, I’ll never get that drunk again.”

“Good plan,” I said. “But there’s no reason I can’t make you a second cocktail. Would you like another one?”

“Yes please,” Julie said, smiling.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you smile for a while,” I said.

“It’s because I’m here with you,” she said.

“Maybe your cocktail gets some of the credit.”

“That too,” she said.

By the time Julie finished her second drink, she seemed much more relaxed. I couldn’t help but remember that she’d gotten alarmingly drunk a while ago, and I wondered if she’d ask for a third drink. I decided right then that I’d enforce Grandpa Frank’s two-drink limit, but Julie seemed satisfied after she finished her second cocktail.

“I’ve been thinking I should transfer to a different school next semester,” Julie said. “It might be best if I went somewhere no one knows me.”

“Julie! Don’t talk that way! Don’t let one little mistake force you to turn your whole life upside down! I would miss you.”

“My life feels pretty upside down right now,” she said. “I wish there was something I could do to fix things.”

“Maybe there is,” I said. “Maybe we can think of something.”

Julie gave me another sad little smile, then leaned in to kiss me. I could tell that she’d had enough talking, and she wanted to do what she’d come to my room to do. I usually give Julie sweet, tender kisses for a while before getting more passionate, but for some reason I felt like going for deep, soulful kisses immediately. I took her head in my hands and pressed our lips together forcefully. I was being pretty rough, but that seemed to be fine with Julie.

I caressed her braless breasts through the thin material of her dress. It seemed to arouse her more than usual. It certainly had that effect on me. Immediately, my cock was hard as oak.

I shoved Julie down on the bed and reached up her skirt. I knew she wasn’t wearing panties, and I wanted to touch her pussy. I roughly pulled her legs apart and began running one finger up and down her slit. We’d only been at it for a few minutes, and already Julie was hot and wet down there. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was because we hadn’t had sex for a while. Or maybe it was because I was being more demanding than usual. More insistent. Aggressive. For whatever reason, Julie was moaning and writhing around on the bed much more passionately than ever before.

“Get out of that dress,” I said. It wasn’t a request. I grabbed it by the hem and whipped it off her body as fast as I could, then threw it across the room. Julie had a wide-eyed expression on her face. Things were not going the way they usually went between us. We could both tell something was different.