“Sure, okay,” I managed to say.
As we were walking back the dorm, Cassie took my hand in hers. Looking back, this was the first public acknowledgement that there was something between us.
“Kyle,” she said softly. “You know you are probably going to end up spending the night in my room. So when we get back, why don’t you grab anything you need from yours. You know, toothbrush and stuff.”
“Good idea,” I said as I looked down at her and smiled.
We parted ways momentarily when we got back to the floor. I went to my room and grabbed my bath kit and towel, and a clean change of underwear, shorts and t-shirt and threw them in my backpack. I left a note for Justin that I would see him Sunday. I didn’t tell him where I was going to stay, but he probably would have a good idea, having witnessed some of the previous drama.
I felt stupid, but I found myself creeping down the hall to Cassie’s room, trying not to make any noise or be seen. When I knocked on Cassie’s door, she opened it a crack and peeked out, then stood back and let me in.
“Wow. Um. Okay. Hi,” I mumbled as I slid in and shut the door, my eyes wide at the sight of Cassie. She stood in front of me wearing just a white spaghetti strap crop top that ended just below the bottom curve of her breasts, and a pair of light blue cotton panties. Her curls were down and flowing over her shoulders. Her face looked innocent and confident at the same time, green eyes staring directly into mine. She was radiant. My penis immediately started to harden.
“Hey Kyle. Glad you could make it,” she said with a little laugh. “Listen, I’ve thought about this a lot since yesterday. Make yourself comfortable.” She fluffed up the pillows at the head of the bed and sat down with her legs underneath her. She pointed toward the foot of the bed and I moved to join her. “I said make yourself comfortable. Like, get with the program. I’m in my undies here.”
I hesitated a little. I was beyond nervous. I knew my erection was growing, and there would be no hiding it. But I lifted my shirt off, and after a brief moment of terror, slid my shorts down so that I was standing in my boxers. I resisted the urge to drops my hands down to hide my bulge, and hurriedly settled onto the foot of the bed, facing Cassie.
“Look, I figured since this is your first time, you’d be really nervous,” she said.
“Well yeah, I am,” I replied.
“So I didn’t want to add to your anxiety with things like you fumbling to get my bra off, or strategies to get my pants down.”
“Thanks,” I said sheepishly. “I hadn’t even thought about strategies.”
“I figured. So let’s start with some basics. What do you call your penis?”
“Um, excuse me?” I said. Why was I still surprised at this point with how comfortable she was talking about sex?
“Kyle, it’s important to be able to communicate to each other about our bodies for sex to be intimate and enjoyable. So we need to have a common vocabulary. I’m pretty basic. These are my breasts,” she said cupping them softly. “These are my nipples,” she said, pointing to the faint nubs pushing against her top. “And down there is my pussy,” she said matter-of-factory, pointing to her panties. “Two important parts to that. My clit and my cunt. I assume you know which is which?”
I was the hardest I’d ever been in my life. “Yes, I do.”
“Good. Your turn. What do you call your penis?”
“I guess, just, penis.”
“I’m not sure that does it justice,” she said, looking at the tent in my pants. “Do you mind if we go with cock and balls? It’s kind of the accepted lingo.” Her eyes sparkled at me.
“Sure, okay.”
“And finally… I’m kinda vocal during sex for some reason. You’ll know I’m cumming because I usually announce my orgasm. I’ll probably say ‘I’m going to cum’ or “I’m cumming’. How about you?”
I laughed a little. “Well, I’ve never really had anyone to announce it to, so I’ll have to work on that.”
“Funny! Good. We’ve settled on the language. Now. Kyle,” she said. Her gaze dropped down to my crotch. She paused and chewed on her lip. The head of my cock had emerged above the waistband of my boxers, and I was pretty sure she could see it throbbing. “We are going to be skipping foreplay this first time, if it’s alright with you,” she continued. “Normally I’d say we should go slow the first time, and get to know each other’s bodies, but there will be plenty of time for that. I’ve spent the last twenty-four hours thinking about that monster cock plowing my pussy, and I just want to be fucked, okay?”
All I could do was nod.
“Great. Usually though, skipping foreplay would cause a problem for a girl. Lubrication.” She reached into her nightstand and retrieved a bottle of clear lubricant. “You should probably get some of this for yourself. And please don’t take this the wrong way. Needing lubrication is not something to be embarrassed about, it’s just being realistic about the situation and showing respect for your partner. Given your size, it’s going to be, how shall I say, a tight fit for most girls. A little lube will go a long way. Now, I’m not sure we’re going to need it, because I’m really turned on just because of all the anticipation, and when I get turned on, my pussy gets pretty damp.”
She coyly spread her legs in front of her. Her eyes invited me to look at her crotch. There was an obvious, dark blue wet spot where her panties covered her mound. “See?” she asked. “But just in case, we will have this handy. Another way to address the issue is lubricated condoms. I don’t suppose you brought any with you?”
“God Cassie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think about birth control. I’m so stupid.”
“That’s okay Kyle, I’m on the pill. But really, a couple should share in birth control responsibility. Don’t always assume the girl has it handled.”
“I won’t. Really, I’m sorry. And embarrassed.”
“Don’t be. You’re a rookie. You get some leeway,” she said, chuckling as she waved in the direction of my groin. “And you bring other assets to the table. One final thing. Again, without foreplay, it can take a girl a while to get aroused. And I can’t usually cum unless my clit gets some, you know, attention. So if I start rubbing my clit myself, don’t get hung up on it. It’s not because you aren’t performing. It means I’m close to the edge and just need a little push. Are you good with all that? From the looks of your cock you are.”
I glanced down and saw that the purple head of my cock was now completely above my boxers, and that my erection was so hard it was holding the elastic of the waistband out from my stomach. “Yeah, I’m good,” I said with a stupid grin. The natural way that Cassie had talked had relieved most of my nervousness and tension, and my hormones were taking over. I was ready to share my virginity with her.
“Then let’s get started.” Cassie stood up and reached out for my hands. She pulled me up so that we were standing face to face, next to the bed. “You know, it’s flattering that I have that effect on you,” she said softly as she eyed my stiff cock. “Let’s put that thing to work.” She knelt in front of me and slowly pulled my boxers down to my ankles. My cock sprang forward when it was released, and nearly hit her in the forehead. A small drop of precum had already formed at my slit. Cassie touched it with her index finger and gently spread it around my knob. I moaned at her touch, and she stood up and took a step back.
“It’s even bigger than I thought” she said. “And that’s a beautiful thing Kyle.” With that, she crossed her arms and pulled her camisole off over her head. She looked at me to see my reaction. I tried not to gape at her. Her breasts were perfect in proportion to her body, firm and slightly upturned. They were brilliantly white, set off by her summer tan lines. Her nipples were a deep pink, protruding proudly from the center of small, lighter pink aureoles.
“You’re beautiful Cassie,” I said. She smiled back at me, and then cocked her head playfully as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly lowered them until they fell to her feet. She stepped out of them, stood with her legs apart and looked up. She was putting herself on display for me.
Again, the tan lines from her bikini made it seem like a spotlight was shining on her pubis mons, enhancing every detail. She had shaved her mound completely bare, so I could see the darkened lips guarding her entrance, and the glistening of the moisture that had dampened her panties. I could smell her arousal as well, and it was wonderful.
“Fuck me Kyle. Fuck me now,” she quietly urged as she lay down on the bed and spread her legs. “Start slow. Give me some time to adjust.”
I carefully climbed onto the bed and moved up between her legs. “Should I use some of the lubricant?” I asked, remembering her prior instruction.
“Maybe a little,” she said, handing me the bottle from the nightstand.
I opened it a drizzled it onto my cock until it dripped down from the head. I took my hand and ran it through the lube and then stroked my cock to spread it around. When I was finished, I stretched across Cassie and put the bottle back and then repositioned myself. I was looking directly into the folds of her pussy. I could see the opening of her vagina, and I could now see her erect clit peeking out from its hood.
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