“Sure, we can go to the snack shop, they have soup.” She told me how to get there.
I was even tireder than I thought and was a lousy companion as a result. We decided I should go back to the room and take a nap. There was a concert in the library at 7:30 that evening and as students we could get in for 50¢.
By 7 I was revived and had my coat and tie on when Jenny rang the bell. I was ready to go but Jenny stepped inside. “Do you mind? Mrs. Dwyer described the room but I’ve never seen it.”
She bounced on the bed and looked approvingly around the room. “Nice place you’ve got here,” she said, smiling.
The concert was a chamber group and we were the only students in the room. We bolted at intermission. I was hungry but by now the dining hall would be closed and I didn’t relish the idea of a restaurant bill.
“We don’t have to go out. I snuck some food from the dining hall. It’ll be cold but it’s nutritious. We can picnic in your room.”
“Mrs. Dwyer won’t mind?”
“No, she likes me and she likes you. She told me how nice your manners are. We just have to be discreet.” We picked up the sack of food from her bin at the reserve desk and went back to Mrs. Dwyer’s.
Our picnic was on a bath towel spread on the bed. Jenny had plates, forks, knives, cloth napkins, and two glasses. Water and cold pasta with tomato sauce never tasted so good. We kept our voices down.
“Peter, I’m so excited! I’m going to be a substitute in tomorrow’s game! I’ll get a lot of playing time. You’ll have to get to the game on your own since I’ll be at the team breakfast.”
“I can’t wait to see you flying down the field with your skirt up in the air, whacking the defenders.” She giggled.
“Oh Peter, I’m much more demure than that,” she said, coyly.
“Besides, I’m a midfielder. I steal the ball from their offense and rush their goal. They’re more likely to be hitting me than the other way around.”
We washed the dishes in the bathroom sink, then sat on the woven rug next to the bed and necked. Jenny’s excitement about the game spilled into enthusiasm for me. In the course of the next two hours we kissed lavishly, opened each other’s shirt, and took off our glasses. She stroked my cock through my pants and I slipped one of her breasts out of her bra and sucked the nipple.
The wild rattling of my alarm clock at 10:30 startled us out of our passion and we reassembled our clothing. She patted my erection as she kissed me goodnight.
In the morning I ate breakfast with Mrs. Dwyer. She had run the reserve desk for 25 years and took an interest in the scholarship girls who worked there. “I’ve seen maybe a hundred come and go,” she said. “I like Jenny. She’s told me a lot about you. She told me about Nan Britton.”
I blushed.
“Curiosity is a good attribute to cultivate, Peter. You and Jenny are well matched.”
The Green Mountain team was in better condition than the opposition and ran them ragged. By the middle of the second half there was still no score but the opponents were fouling GM as heavily as they could to avoid a score. Suddenly Jenny stole a pass and spun past the middie in her zone, drew a crowd when she came within shooting range but passed off to an open winger. She in turn passed to a forward who scored what turned out to be the only goal of the game.
When she emerged from the locker-room, Jenny was flying.
“Peter, you should have seen her face when I blew past her! She took a swing at me but I faked her and she never had a chance!” We joined the players and assorted boyfriends at a post-game lunch in a small room in the dining hall. As Thanksgiving was coming up, the players were saying their good-byes and heading off. Lunch was over by 2.
We were midway between the dining hall and the library when Jenny ran out of gas. While we weren’t especially close to Mrs. Dwyer’s, I took her there anyway, covered her with a blanket on the bed, and settled into the chair to read what I needed to for classes on Monday.
“Where am I? How long have I been asleep?” she asked as she woke, looking around the room.
“You’re in Mrs. Dwyer’s visiting dignitary suite,” I replied. “You’ve been asleep for three hours. It’s just getting dark outside.”
She swung off the bed and headed to the bathroom. Toilet flushing and cold-water face slapping followed and she emerged rosy-cheeked with a grin a mile wide.
“We won, didn’t we!”
“Yes we did,” I said, and gave her a kiss. She kissed me back, very forcefully.
We slid down onto the rug and pawed each other. I opened her blouse, she worked my shirt. We yanked them off each other. Breathing heavily, we stood up and crashed together, kissing hungrily. I fumbled with her bra clasp and got it undone before she could help. Her skirt and my pants flew and we were in our underwear.
“I’ve never done this, Peter” she panted.
“Me neither. Let’s just do it. Promise me not to laugh when I make a mistake? I’ve got condoms in my bag.”
“I promise. And we don’t need the rubbers: I’ve been taking the pill almost since it came out.”
We jumped under the covers and kissed crazily, touching everything greedily. When we realized our underwear was an impediment, we made a ceremony of de-pants-ing each other. All we had on now were our glasses. Jenny pointed out that we could break them if we kept them on, I countered that I couldn’t be sure If I was kissing her or Mrs. Dwyer if I took mine off. By a vote of 2-0 they went off.
Jenny admired the size and curvature of my cock, praised my lush pubic hair and overall hairiness, and worked my nipples with her mouth until they were as hard as my cock. I was thunderstruck about being with a naked woman and concentrated like a fool on her breasts, which were more honeydews than watermelons. She rolled herself on top of me, then sat up and grabbed my cock. She treated it like a ship’s tiller, steering it in and around her bush. I slid her down beside me and kissed her from head to her pubic area. There I stopped, unsure.
“Nobody’s ever been there before but me, Peter. I’ll tell you what I know, okay?”
“Oh yes, I’ll do whatever you like.”
“My vagina is wet, put your index finger in me and see.” She was right. It was so warm, so wet, and she wiggled and sighed when I moved my finger in and out. I set myself up on my left side to get a good angle on her. She folded her left leg to enhance my view.
“Drag your finger up to the top. Feel the bump? That’s my clitoris. Touch me gently, then go back and forth to the vagina and keep it wet.”
I stroked aggressively and she slowed me down. After a long few minutes Jenny was squirming and puffing hard. Suddenly she arched her back, bucked up and down, and pinned my hand inside her thighs. “Oh Peter oh oh oh” she exclaimed. “Oh it’s so good, so good, don’t stop, please please don’t stop.”
As she subsided, she looked over to me. “You are so nice, Peter. That was my first orgasm with a man. You are so patient, so caring. I’m going to give you one now. Roll over.”
And she did. She wet her fingers in her mouth and stoked my cock, first with her hand, then with her mouth. She brought my ejaculation quickly and I squirted right past her face. Gazing possessively at the pool of cum on my belly and chest, she seemed sad to see my cock slowly deflate in her hand. She tasted the warm cum and pronounced it salty, then went to the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned me up.
“We’re some pair, aren’t we Peter? Let’s set the alarm clock for 10:30 because I have to be back at the dorm by 11.”
“I’m not sure if I know exactly what to do.”
“We said we wouldn’t laugh at each other. But oh, Peter, I want you in me so bad!”
Jenny lay back on the bed and opened her legs to me. I licked my index finger and started in on her vagina again. Instead of trying to bring herself to orgasm this time, though, she worked with me to enlarge her opening and stretch the hymen. I put a second finger inside her and found it. She said it hurt and I pulled back.
“We’re going to do this, Peter. Keep going. Use three fingers. Oh Peter I want you so much.” The third finger caused her more pain but she wouldn’t relent. “Keep going, that’s it.”
At some point we realized that there would be blood when I broke it, so we took the rattiest towel in the linen closet and spread it under her. Jenny was so wet and I had as strong an erection as I’ve ever had.
I’m ready, are you?” she said.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Oh yes, really sure. C’mon, Peter, let’s do it.”
I knelt between her legs as she spread them as wide as she could. That seemed awkward and I remembered reading about having her lift them up in the air. That didn’t make sense to either of us so she hooked her heels on the back of my legs as I balanced on my knees and hands. Discarding that for a more knee-based stance, we guided my cock into her wet opening. It stalled just after the first part of the head entered. I slopped up my fingers and lubricated it, then tried again. This time almost the entire head was in when Jenny tensed and reflexively pulled her legs together.
“I’m sorry, Jenny, I’ve hurt you.”
“Just a little, and it’s a one-time thing. Do it some more.”
She opened her legs again. This time I got pretty far in before I felt her tensing again.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Jenny. What can I do?”
“Don’t stop, keep moving in, I’ll be okay,” she said between breaths.
I pushed forward — and suddenly I was moving forward with no obstruction. She yelped and grabbed my shoulders, digging in her nails even as she pushed her hips up against me.
“Now you’re in there. Let’s go!” she said. Her face was wet and her voice had a husky determination. Confused, I started to pull out but she clamped her legs around me.
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