Literotic asexstories – Grandpa's Guide to Women Pt. 10 by JQueen9,JQueen9
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 in Literotica defy categorization. It’s almost impossible 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 10 shows Ben parting from his new girlfriends for Christmas break, then reuniting with his high school girlfriend after months of separation.
All characters are adults over 18.
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The last weeks of the semester were great. I’ve never been happier in my life. I got to spend most nights with either Julie or Sonya, and we got together a couple of times for more threesomes. With a little practice, we got pretty good. Julie had been terrified of the whole idea of having sex with a woman, but eventually, she acted like a committed, lifelong bisexual.
Sonya claims Julie is better than me at eating pussy. Am I supposed to be jealous? It doesn’t surprise me that a woman would know more about what feels good to women. Besides, sex is Julie’s superpower. OF COURSE she eats pussy better than me! I’ll start to worry if Julie ever figures out how to grow a cock.
One night Julie and Sonya said they wanted to try hooking up without me. I used my free time to write a term paper.
Teo and I saw each other regularly in class, and about once a week we’d go to her apartment afterward to have sex, cuddle, talk, and have sex again. Every time I saw her, I felt overwhelmed by her beauty. It seemed to grow as time went on. It would not surprise me if she becomes a model. Hell, she’ll probably become a supermodel.
She did something very nice for me. I told her how much I appreciated the nude selfie she gave me, and I promised I’d never show it to anyone. She said “I’m not shy, Ben. You can show that picture to your friends. Just don’t give them copies. I made that photo for you, and all I ask is that you make sure it doesn’t end up on the web.”
After that, Teo began sending me nude selfies on a daily basis. I’d be sitting in class, my cell phone would vibrate, and I’d pull it out to find a new addition to my growing collection of Teo’s nudes. Some of them looked like they’d been done by professional photographers, with great poses, nice bright lighting, and excellent composition. I couldn’t figure out how she managed to take some of the photos, and when I asked she told me she used a tripod, a ring light, and her camera’s self-timer. Very creative.
I didn’t show anyone Teo’s pictures, despite having permission. I felt they were too private. The closest thing I had to a soulmate was Sonya, and although she happened to love looking at photos of naked women, I didn’t think it was right to show pictures of one lover to another lover. I didn’t want Sonya to imagine I was comparing her to Teo. They were both gorgeous in completely different ways.
My feelings for Julie and Sonya were so strong by the end of the semester that I decided to tell them both that I loved them. It made me remember some advice I got from Grandpa when I was planning to tell my high school girlfriend Beth that I loved her.
“Ben, don’t ever tell a woman you love her right after you’ve had sex,” Grandpa said. “She’ll think that what you really mean is that you love having sex with her. Do it while you are both fully clothed. Do it somewhere other than the bedroom. If you can, give her some small gift that will remind her of the first time you said you love her. Saying the ‘L’ word is a big deal, Ben. Do it right, or don’t do it at all.”
I started with Julie. She was born in December, and the birthstone for that month is blue topaz. I got her topaz earrings. I wrapped the gift in pretty paper and asked to meet her for lunch in the student center.
“It has been wonderful getting to know you,” I began. “We have been through a lot together in a short time. I feel like we’ve known each other for years.
“I’m sure you know how much I like and respect you as a person, but today I want you to know that I love you. I love you, Julie. It feels wonderful to finally say I love you. Thank you for being the person you are. Thank you for being with me.”
She unwrapped the gift, found the earrings, and I explained that they were her birthstones. The expression on her face was unimaginably happy.
“I love you too, Ben,” she said. “I haven’t said that because I’ve been afraid that you didn’t love me back.
“I’ve dated other guys, but this is the first time I feel like I’m in love.” I figured that was a good time to kiss her, but when I did she began crying uncontrollably.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I remember when you told me you didn’t want to be seen in public with me,” she said, sobbing. We were sitting in a very public area, and I realized she hadn’t expected me to kiss her in front of all those people.
“Come here,” I said, wrapping my arms around her. For the next several minutes, I kissed Julie so passionately that I’m sure we must have attracted attention in the busy student center. If anyone who saw us remembered Julie’s drunken episode at the beginning of the semester, they would have no trouble seeing that we’d reconciled completely. I was proud to be seen with her.
It was obvious that Julie had learned from her experience. She didn’t wear such revealing clothes anymore, and she never tried to manipulate me by leaning forward in a way that exposed her cleavage. For a woman as sexy as Julie to flaunt her sexuality was overkill. It made it obvious that she was being a sexual braggart. I was glad when she stopped. It made it easier for me to believe she was being sincere when we talked.
Things went a bit differently with Sonya. She was born in February, so I bought her an amethyst necklace. I told her I loved her, but she didn’t say she loved me. I wasn’t surprised. Sonya wasn’t there yet. She is too smart a girl to say something like that before she’s ready. But I was happy with what she said instead.
“Ben, I’ve never felt a connection like this with any other person,” she said. “I’ve never been so attracted to anyone. I’ve never wanted to have sex this much! I hope we’re together for a long time.”
You might be surprised to hear that I earned an A in every class. It probably seems that I spent so much time with Julie, Sonya, and Teo that I must have neglected my classwork. The opposite happened. I was so happy about my romantic life that it energized me, and I used a lot of that energy to keep up with my classwork.
Besides, it was my first semester, and freshman classes are pretty easy. I’m sure things will get more challenging in my upper-level courses. I just felt good to come home for the Christmas break with a grade report that makes my parents happy.
I was also glad to have a chance to see Beth again. We called each other several times during the semester, and she seemed to miss me as much as I missed her. Beth was the first girl to hear me say “I love you.” I still feel that way, even though I also love Julie and Sonya.
Grandpa says that most adults like to tell young people it’s not possible to love more than one person at once.
“That is a crock of shit, Ben,” Grandpa Frank said. “The heart is a muscle. It gets stronger when you flex it. The more you love, the more you can love.”
It was pretty obvious to both of us that Beth and I were anxious to renew the intimate relationship we enjoyed in high school. I suggested that I rent a motel room for two weeks so we could go there anytime we wanted a private place to have sex.
“I’ve got a better idea,” Beth said.
And that’s why I picked up Beth and drove her back to Grandpa Frank’s property, where he kept his van parked behind his workshop. Inside was the inflatable mattress we’d used so many times, along with fresh sheets, blankets, and a cooler full of drinks and snacks. We got out of our clothes as fast as we could.
Beth looked . . . different.
She told me she’d had a lot of fun playing on her school’s intramural soccer team, and it looked as though she’d become fitter and gained a few pounds. It did wonderful things for her breasts, which felt noticeably bigger. Her hair was different. Her makeup was different. Beth looked more mature. Happier. You could tell her first semester at college went well.
As I ran my hands over her new, improved body, it was almost like being with a different girl for the very first time. Beth and I were always particularly fond of the missionary position, but I felt like trying something different, so I maneuvered her into the lotus. That’s the position where the man sits cross-legged and the woman straddles his lap. It is a particularly relaxing way to make love while being face-to-face.
“I’ve missed you, Beth. Missed this,” I said as I moved my cock in and out.
“Good. I’m glad you missed me,” Beth said. “I missed you like crazy. I met a few decent guys last semester, but most of them were boys dressed in men’s clothes. I could barely stand talking to them.”
I put my hands under Beth’s bottom and helped lift her up and down as we had sex. It was slow, loving, and very intimate.
“I love you, Beth,” I said.
“I love you too, Ben,” she replied.
There was something wonderful about being back in the van where we’d taken each other’s virginity. Beth was right; this was better than being in some generic motel room. I was so hungry for Beth that I made sure I didn’t get too excited too quickly. As always, I wanted this to last, and I’d become pretty good at taking my time.
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