My First Time...Pt 1
When I was a freshman in college I lived in a coed dorm. Sounds fun huh? Oh yeah. Unfortunately though, I got engaged shortly after starting to school and did not date while I was there. As a side note, I knew even then I was marrying the wrong man, but that's another story. I became friends with the resident assistant on another floor, Scott, and one night when my roommate locked me out I knocked on his door and asked for help. He offered his bed (how nice) and he slept on the couch. Really.
Sometime during the night we began talking and I confessed to him that I knew I was getting married for all the wrong reasons. I even told him that I wasn't sexually attracted to my fiance and how much I missed sex. He offered to help. That night he pleasured me in the most amazing ways, but refused to let me so much as touch him. He said as long as I wore another man's diamond that I couldn't completely have him. Pretty strange huh? That night he made me cum over and over again with his hands and his tongue and finally jerked himself off as the morning came. Our relationship continued for several weeks. In addition to the wonderful releases he gave me, we became great friends.
As the weeks passed, I felt more and more guilty. I wanted so badly to make him feel as good as he made me feel and told him over and over again. He continued to refuse, but after a few months he offered me an opportunity to clear the slate.
Scott was also friends with a girl, Heather, that lived in the same dorm. Heather was openly a lesbian. She was beautiful. She had long blonde hair and a great body. The guys on campus always talked about what a waste it was. Mean, I know. We'd met on several occasions and she had confided in him how attracted she was to me. And so the story begins...Scott asked me to be with Heather and let him watch. It was his ultimate fantasy.
The night we met I was really nervous. I had no idea what to expect. I'd never even seen girl/girl porn and found myself wanting to back out. We met in Scott's room and had several drinks, turned on music and tried to relax. Finally, Scott gave Heather a knowing look and took a seat on the couch. Heather took me by the hand and led me to the bed. My heart was racing.
She leaned over close to me and whispered in my ear, "Don't do anything you aren't comfortable with and tell me if you want to stop. Relax and we'll take this really slow. Try to forget he's even here." That was all I needed. Suddenly any reservation I had was gone. (The beer probably helped too.)