“She’s had a crush on you since before high school. Even now, you can see it when she looks at you. Her eyes follow you when you move around at our family get-togethers. As you know, she’s been on a few dates but has never had a real boyfriend. She thinks a lot of you. Don’t do anything that would hurt her.”
“I would never do that… she’s my cousin.”
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We continued to write back and forth on a weekly basis describing what was going on. We each talked about our classes, roommate issues, cafeteria food, parties, and yes, our social life to the point that we each knew that the other had done more than just ‘hold hands’.
I could tell that she was also enjoying college life away from our little town. But, she did admit that she missed the small-town atmosphere and closeness.
During the summers, we each had the usual ‘summer job, but we would still do stuff with family or just hang out together. Our little town had a bowling alley so we spent many Saturday nights there or hitting the movie theater in the next town over, just having fun. At family get-togethers, we still took walks and just talked, usually about the upcoming school year. I was pretty sure that both families had accepted our closeness and that we had enough sense, ‘to be careful’.
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It was spring in my junior year when I gave up my “V” card. I can truthfully say that it was fun for each of us. She was on the Pill and was more than thrilled to deflower her first virgin. I’m not sure who had more fun.
Sitting at my desk, preparing to write my weekly letter to Ellen, I pondered if and how I was going to broach the subject. We had always been honest, and upfront with each other.
Did I want to tell her about it? How would she feel knowing that I had had full-blown sex for the first time?
I had already casually mentioned that I was studying with a girl who sat directly in front of me in my biology class in the lecture hall and that her name was Alex.
Alex got my attention during the second week of class when the test results from the previous week were handed back, she turned around, grabbed my test sheet, looked at the grade, and handed it back with a satisfying grin. As she was leaving at the end of class, she playfully rustled my hair with her fingers. From that point on we would study together in the library before our class the next day completing homework assignments or studying for the weekly tests, so basically three times a week, plus the flirting at the beginning of each class.
I knew that Ellen had casually seen a few guys. Nothing hot and heavy just a movie or maybe hit a bar for some dancing. A little make-out time, and some mutual groping, but that was as far as she was willing to go. She had told me that when she decided to give up her “V” card, it was going to be someplace other than the backseat of some car on some back country road, or a ‘quickie’ in a college dorm room.
The description of Alex, that I had given her, was that she was cute, petite, and had a lively personality. Probably around five foot four with dark shoulder-length chestnut brown hair and was a sophomore majoring in education like she was.
Ellen’s response was pretty neutral. Just a couple of sentences… ‘She sounds nice. Have fun.’
So, what’s different now? Anyway, the letter I received the following week answered my questions and put me at ease with the first three words in capital letters, “GOOD FOR YOU”. Her next sentence got my attention… “I want DETAILS… Lots and Lots of juicing details.”
Wow. I sure didn’t expect that. But why? She never asked for details when Gloria and I had messed around or any of my other encounters. So, in my next letter, I asked.
“Details? Why?”
Her reply was simple but still didn’t answer my question.
“Because.”
So, if ‘Juicy Details’ were what she wanted, ‘Juicy is what she was going to get… every kiss… every lick… every suck… every stroke. I was going to make it like a romantic porn story. It would be as if she was watching the experience unfold from the very beginning to the finale. Quietly watching… listening to every word, experiencing the emotions and all of the sensations I had experienced.
Maybe it would be something where she would touch herself while she read. I quickly flushed that image.
I decided to make it a game. It would be in chapters… a series of letters spaced a few days apart and was stretched out over a period of three weeks. For the purpose of this story, it will be a continuous description.
Ellen’s responses started to appear a week later. I mean the mail service between our two schools would vary between 3 and 4 days each way. The first sentence of her first response was, “Oh my.” As they got juicier and more descriptive, each letter would end with, ‘More’.
As I mentioned, Alex and I would study in the library three nights a week. We usually studied side-by-side so that we could discuss whatever we were studying quietly, so as to not disturb those around us.
One night, Alex was positioned such that when she would lean forward to write in her notes her blouse billowed, and her left bra-covered breast came into view. It was a lacy half-bra, that exposed gentle swell of her breast like a half-covered snowball. The edge of the material had to be at the outer edge of her areola.
I’m not sure how discrete I was, but Alex never let on. I also wanted to include my down-blouse incident in my letter to Ellen. She knew how much I would steal glimpses down her blouse when she felt like being playful. And it would always create a tingle of excitement.
That night, we closed the books around 10:00. She gave me a smile and asked if I wanted to head downtown for some beers and stuff.
I knew that Alex lived off-campus in a trailer with two other women students. I was still living in the dorm. I liked the comradery of always having something to do and if you were discrete, getting alcohol or a coed into your room wasn’t a problem. Alex said that three women living together was ‘Challenging’ at times, to put it politely. But they were friends from the previous year living in the dorm and they worked things out.
So, that’s how I found myself first in Alex’s car, and then in the middle of the dance floor in a slow dance with Alex pressed into me. Her firm little breasts against my chest and her mound against my growing hardness. I tried to be discrete by not pressing back. Still, she felt great. We sort of danced – swayed to every slow song that was played that night.
Parking behind my dorm in Alex’s car, I hesitantly kissed her for the first time, not knowing if I was pushing our friendship. But the first kiss became a second and then a third and then continuous. The next hour was like a slice of heaven.
We each had an 8:00 class the next morning, but before I got out asked if she would like to meet up after our last Friday class and hit the bars like most college kids did at the end of a stressful week. I was pleased when Alex smiled and said that she would love to.
The day had been sunny and warm. I was looking down getting my notebook out and preparing for the lecture when out of the corner of my eye I saw a pair of smooth, toned calves, and thighs go by. Looking up I caught Alex’s eyes as she grins. Alex was dressed for comfort and also for my viewing pleasure – a pastel yellow sundress, decorated with daisies and robins. It was held in place by two shoulder straps that were tied in bows at her shoulders. The top was just above the gentle swells of her small half-apple-size breasts. It had to have had a built-in bra, but then Alex didn’t really need one. Her shoulders were bare as was half of her back. Concentrating on today’s lecture was going to be a challenge, as she took her seat directly in front of me.
As the professor droned on and on about something that I was hoping Alex was taking her usual detailed notes about, I found myself studying the fine downy hairs on the back of Alex’s neck. The way the delicate bumps of her vertebrae followed a gentle line from the base of her neck to the back of the dress. Imagining that with just a simple tug at the strings that tied the bows the dress would float to the ground.
Alex waited for me outside the lecture hall at the end of class. I had one more class. We agreed to meet here and then head directly downtown.
It was only 4:30. After showing our school IDs and getting our hands stamped we toasted with a couple of cold beers. There was music but nobody was dancing. Dancing was for later. Now was for drinking.
6:00 was approaching. The dorm’s cafeteria closed at 6:15. I was hungry and a bit tipsy. In a lull in the noise, Alex said that she was hungry and that her roommates had gone home for the weekend. She asked what I thought about stopping at the grocery store and picking up some hamburger, buns, beans, chips, and beer, and taking everything back to her trailer and she would make us some dinner.
So, that’s how I found myself sitting across from Alex dining on a gourmet meal of burgers, beans, chips, and beer with the radio playing softly in the background. I had no expectations for the evening. In my naïve virgin mind, I pictured spending some time here, and then Alex would take me back to the dorm. I was pleasantly wrong.
I don’t know what song was playing only that it was slow when Alex whispered, “Dance with me.”
Holding her, she pressed her body into mine. My hands roamed over the covered portion of her lower back to just above her butt. That only emboldened Alex as she pressed her mound against my quickly hardening cock and then ground her hips. I had never had a girl do that. Was this going where I was hoping it would go? Patience. But then ‘patience’ to a virgin in this type of situation was kind of an oxymoron.
Alex’s lips found mine. Like all of our kisses, it was soft and tender. My hands were on her tiny waist. It was the first time we had kissed where our whole bodies touched. She felt wonderful. Her firm apple-sized breasts pressed into my chest.
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