PART II All the next day, and the next, I couldn't get Bobbi out of my mind. That beauty had grabbed me hard, right by the heart strings and she wasn't letting go.
After we showered, Saturday evening, we sat around talking and joking with our friends. We snacked and drank some more; me beer, Bobbi a Coke, and about 11 that night, they all piled into Paul's car and he drove them back to Pam's house.
We kissed a warm kiss good bye and she smiled up at me, bit her lower lip nervously, then turned and walked to the car. We waved as they turned the corner out of sight. I had so many unanswered questions.
Did the beer consumption have anything to do with her giving up her virginity to me that afternoon? Did I really take advantage of her in a drunken state?
If I did, could she ever forgive me? I don't know why that was important to me, but I was. It was REALLY important. I guess I liked her and I would hate to think that I started out, what could be a wonderful relationship with this beautiful girl with her thinking I took advantage of her in an uncontrolled moment of intoxicated passion. I had to find out how she felt about things that transpired on Saturday, so on Monday evening, I asked Paul if he would mind if I called Pam to ask for Bobbi's telephone number.
"Has she got her claws into blonde slut gets fucked hard by a big cock, Ol' Buddy? I mean, I can't blame you. Heck, if I wasn't I love with Pam; I'd be beating a path to her door. But, after Saturday afternoon, I don't think I'd stand much of a chance," he said.
"Well, that's what I want to talk to her about. I think I could really like this girl, but I would hate to think that I blew it by getting her drunk and sleeping with her on the first date. Date, hell! The first time I ever laid eyes on her." "Ben, think about this now.
You know you have your pick of any available girl on campus and a few spoken for, too. With any encouragement on your part and we could have a fourth roommate living here. Horny attractive chick loves big one eyed monster in mouth you sure you want to get mixed up with a high school chick?" "I don't know, but I feel like I need to set some things straight between us, that's all." "Okay, Buddy, go ahead and give Pam a call," he said, pulling out his cell phone.
I called Pam using Paul's speed dial and when she answered with, "Hi, you hunk of Cock, how can I suck you?" I hesitantly said, "Pam its Ben Morgan." There was silence on the other end, and benefits for stripper liz and benefits for franki and the gang hardcore and handjob she sheepishly said, "Hi Ben.
Why are you using Paul's phone to call me?" "Speed dial," I explained, "I'm sorry about that. I didn't hear a thing, promise." "O shit, Ben," she said, "I guess I need to be more careful answering the phone, huh?" "I didn't hear a thing," I repeated. "The reason for this awkward moment is I was wondering if you might have Bobbi's telephone number. I would like to call her." "O Ben, I do have it, but, gee, I don't think you should call her at her house." My heart sank as these words came over the phone.
"You see, her parents are really, really strict and I just have a feeling that they would not appreciate knowing that Bobbi was seeing a college aged guy." "O, I see," I said slowly. "Well you know her, Pam. Number one, would she be interested in hearing from me again? And, number two, how do I go about making that contact?" "The answer to the first part is "Yes, definitely, Yes". She hasn't talked about anything else since we left, Saturday night.
And the answer to the second is, I don't know, email? I don't know how they monitor her emails." "Wow, this is not going to be easy, is it? I hate sneaking around, doing things behind her parents back.
Why can't I just go to her house, introduce myself and ask their permission to see their daughter?" She hesitated a second, then said, "That would be one way the handle it, very noble but a little over the top. Why don't you send her an email first and then save the chivalry part for later on?" "You think?" "Yeah, I think." "Okay, what's the address?" I asked, writing it down. "Thanks a lot Pam. I really appreciate it.
Want to talk to the Stud?" "Ben?" "Sorry, I couldn't stop myself," I said with a chuckle. I put a lot of thought into my email to Bobby. It had to be somewhat cryptic, in case it was screened by her parents, but it had to convey some message of interest also.
After several attempts, I finally settled on the following: "Dear Bobbi, It was a pleasure meeting you this past weekend. I would enjoy meeting with you again if it would be pleasing to you also.
If you could respond to this invitation, I would be most grateful. Sincerely, Ben." I sent it out late Monday night. I received an answer in five minutes. It read: "Dear Ben, I guess Pam told you about my parents. Yes they are strict, but as of yet, they don't read my emails. I would love to get together with you again, real soon.
Maybe this weekend would work out. Where and when is the problem? I'll talk with Pam and see if she heading your way. Until then, you can talk to me through this address anytime. Love, Bobbi." My heart stood still. I got her address and her invitation to talk anytime. She said she would "love" to see me again.
And she signed it "Love, Bobbi." Slow down, Hoss, maybe that's just the way she signs things. Anyway, I've made contact and we'll see how it goes from here.
During the week, we were, more or less, in constant contact via email. We talked about school, past boy friend and girl friends, our individual goals and philosophy in life and, yes, I even broached the subject of last Saturday and whether alcohol played any role in her giving me her virginity. She admitted that it did. She probably wouldn't have given in so easily accept for the beer buzz she was feeling. But, she wasn't drunk.
She knew exactly what she was doing and said she wanted it and enjoyed it, especially with me. She thanked me once again for being so thoughtful, caring and gentle with her. I asked her about the possibility of getting pregnant from having unprotected sex and she answered that she had been on the pill from the start of her periods.
Something about her having such terrible periods, that her mother took her in and that's what the doctor prescribed. In her last email, she said that although she was looking forward to "Our next time together", she didn't think that should be the main thing in a relationship, just the frosting on the cake. I couldn't agree more. So I sprinted and jumped my little heart out on Friday so I could look forward to Saturday afternoon again.
Pam was driving the girls to the apartment around 4 and we were all going to the dance at the Student Center that night. It would be fun and we were all looking forward to their arrival. Saturday's temperature turned hot as it got up to 87 that afternoon. By 4, it was at its peek, so when they pulled up in front of the apartment and came inside, we were all pretty warm.
They were all dressed in shorts and pull over tops and the guys wore cutoffs and tee-shirts, perfect for a blistering afternoon.
I suggested, around 5, that Bobbi join me on a little walk around campus. She agreed and as we left the apartment, hand in hand, we headed for the athletic field. She asked me where I ran and jumped with the track team, so I headed over there.
We passed several acquaintances and as I said hi to them, they all acknowledged my greeting, looked at us holding hands and started buzzing about it as soon as we passed. It's going to be all over campus by tonight that I have a new girlfriend and no one knows who she is. We finally arrived at the track field and as we entered the gate, I showed her where the long jump pit was located and the straightaway where I ran the hundred meters.
She inquired as to how fast I ran and I told her my best time was 10.5 seconds. She asked how far I had jumped and I told her I had a wind-aided jump of 25'2 ½", but my longest personal best was 24' 8 3/4", non-wind-aided.
"No way,' she said. "Way," I defended. "You can't possibly jump 24 feet in the air," she demanded. "No one can jump that far." "Twenty four feet is from that board back there is about to right here,' I said, pacing out the distance. "No way," she insisted. "Can you really jump that far?" "Well you sit right there in the pit and spread your legs and I'll run down the approach and we'll see where I land," I said, in a deadpan voice.
She thought for a minute, looking at my face. Then she saws a smile crack on my lips as I charged her and grabbed her at the waist. Turning her around so her back was towards me, she grabbed at my hands as my fingers started tinkling her mid-drift. She squealed and tried to break free, but my grip was too strong. She laughed and fought for her freedom, but my arms incased her wiggling body and my crotch pushed into her rear-end. Her wiggling subsided somewhat as she brought her head back onto my chest.
I let go of my hold around her waist and my right hand rose to her breast. She sighed as I encased the entire bra cup in my grip and I gave it a little squeeze. My hand left her breast and went up to her top and down the front. I slid it under her cup onto her bare breast.
Feeling the fleshy soft mound brought a sudden rush of blood to my groin. My other hand was on her waist as her hand came in contact with it and moved it down to her crotch area. "O Bobbi, I want to touch you all over. Can I touch you?" I begged. "Ben," she said in a breathy sigh. "I want it too, but not right here in front of anybody who might be looking. Unless you have a beer with you," she added with a smile, and then rotated out of my embrace. Reaching up and giving me a sweet little kiss, she took my hand and started walking from the track.
We arrived back at the apartment in about a half-hour later. Everyone was still sitting around, drinking beer and having a good time. I went to the frig to retrieve a Coke for myself and I asked Bobby if she would like one. She indicated that she wasn't thirsty and asked if it would be alright if she went to my room and freshened up a little. I said sure and thought no more about it. After awhile, I had to relieve myself so I automatically went to my room to use my bathroom. I opened the door and there was Bobbi, standing in her panties trying to cover herself with the dress she was about to put on.
"O I'm sorry," I said, turning my eyes away from her. She stood there, red faced, holding the dress up to her chest as to cover her breasts. I regained my composure from my startling entrance into the room and slowly closed the door behind me.
I walked slowly towards her with a big grin on my face. "Ben?" she asked. "What?' I said, slinking towards her. "What are you doing, you ol' lech?" she said with a smile. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm coming to give my girl a big kiss," I said, seductively. "Your entra a robar y termina cojiendo mega right, my girl," I said, standing right against her.
I reached out and took her into my arms and pulled her into my chest. My arms spread out over her bare back. It felt so good. As Daddy fucks his playmates daughter xxx the study swap rubbed her skin, she looked up into my eyes and we kissed a sensuous kiss. She reached up on her tippy toes and drove her mouth onto mine. Placing her arms around my neck, she backed away just enough to let the dress pinned between us, slide down to the floor.
As she crushed her breasts into my tee-shirt, I could feel her hardened nipples poking into my chest. I hurriedly picked her up in my bear hug, raising her up so her breasts were mouth high. I took one greedily in between my lips and started sucking on it frantically. She reacted by pressing her chest into my mouth. I grabbed her little ass and slowing started rubbing and squeezing her fleshy behind with my clutching hands. My fingers probed her crotch from behind. She moaned a loud moan and then said, "Ben, if you start something, you're going to have to finish it.
I'm ready, willing and able, but I was just wondering if we have the time to do it right." "O Bobbi, why do you have to be so damned rational," I said. "I said I'm ready, willing and able," she repeated.
"I know, but you're right. But I've just got this need to explore with my international hands," I said. "International hands?" she inquired. "Yeah, you know, Russian hands and Roman fingers." She looked at me in disgust. "You think I'm just a lecherous ol' man, don't you?" I asked.
"A lecher, yes, an ol' man, not yet you're not, but maybe by the time we get through tonight, maybe," she said seductively. "Wow, what do you have planned anyway?" I asked, surprised. "The dance, Silly. What did you think I was referring to? O, THAT! You'd better get your mind out of the gutter, Mister Benjamin Morgan or I'll sick my Daddy on you," she said teasingly. "Yes, Mame!" I said, and then I reach out to grab her boob.
As she recoiled, bending at the waist, I grabbed her little ass as she ran for the bathroom and closed the door. I reached down and picked up the dress she was planning on wearing to the dance and carried it to the door. Knocking lightly I asked, "What are you going to wear tonight, anything?" The door opened, she stuck out her hand, palm up and I place the dress into her fist. She took it into the bathroom and closed the door behind her fist.
That night at the dance, we were all having a ball. All three of the girls were dressed up in casual dresses for the occasion. The guys wore sacks and buttoned shirts. We danced as a group on the fast dances and split up with our partners during the slower ones. Bobbi seemed to melt into my arms during the few slow opportunities.
She would simply rest her head on my chest and lean into me with her entire body. I didn't mind one bit as I accepted her body snuggling up into mine. As we swayed to the music, my hands on her back would massage her skin under her silky dress. The sensation of not being able to feel a bra brought my manhood to a seemingly perpetual state of hardness and I ground it into her stomach constantly. She was getting about as turned on as I was so at the half way point through the dance, we snuck out during a fast dance and head back to the apartment.
As we walked home, I was continuing my upper body massage as she walked along beside of me. Over her shoulders, unto her neck and down her arm, my hand was stimulating her skin and muscles.
She leaned her head into my rib cage and snuggled up to let me know that she was enjoying the rubbing of her shoulders. She slowly raised her head up to look longingly into my eyes as I stopped, turned to face her and we kissed a old women and yong women sex passionate kiss.
We lingered for some time as we hugged and kissed. She opened her eyes, looked up at mine and said, "I don't have to be home tonight. My folks think I'm spending the night with Molly. So does Pam's folks. Molly's Mom is so cool, she knows we are staying the night here with you guys and will cover for us if she needs to.
She thinks we are old enough to know what we are doing." "And so do I," I said in agreement.
"Now let's go on back to the apartment, get undressed and make mad, passionate love, all night long." "That sounds so good, Ben," she said. "It sounds wonderful." As I removed the key, stepped inside and turned the dead bold again, I led her down the hall to my bedroom.
Entering the room, turning and flipping on the light, I led her in and closed the door behind her. She stood by patiently as I pulled the covers off of the bed and took a seat.
Looking over at her I just held out my hand to her and invited her to stand in front of me. "Do you mind the lights on?" I asked. She just shook her head no. "I'm glad because I want to see you, up close and personal. I want to see your beautiful face, your little nose, your brilliant green eyes, and your soft brown hair. I want to see your expression as I caress your arms, your neck, and your breasts." As I said these words, I hands went to her spots I had just mentioned.
As I touched her breasts, she closed her eyes and wetted her lips and took the lower one under her teeth. She rolled back her head and sighed an audible sigh.
"I want to see you squirm as I touch your thighs at the hemline of your dress and then watch your face as I slowly raise my caress up your thighs and slowly touch your crotch." Her reaction to this stimulus was both predictable and shocking. Busty mom brandi love pleasuring teen sluts pussy on sofa young old and pornstars let out a yelp and she jerked away from my touch.
Then, pressing herself back into the caress, she ground herself into my fingers and moaned again. Forcing my knee between her legs, causing her to separate them a little at first, then wider and wider, I started at the hem again and stroked slowly up her inner thighs until they reached her junction.
"O BEN!" she shouted as she exhaled. "O God, that feels so good. Touch me harder, please, feel me up with your hand, higher!" she commanded. "In time," I said soothingly, "in good time." "I can't take this. It's too much stimulation. Please, I want it now!" I decided that I needed to bring her down a little, so as she could get control of her senses again.
I removed my hands from her thighs and brought them around to her butt on the outside of her dress. Squeezing the flesh with my hands, I pulled her breast into my waiting mouth and, through the silky fabric of the dress; I began to suckle on her breasts, first one then the other.
Her dress was a lime green affair, made out of this silky rayon that hung on her slightest bulge. Since she had only bulges that you would want to see the fabric cling to, it was perfect for my Bobbi.
The fullness of the fabric allowed her breasts to move unrestricted. Since they were small, yet perky, they giggled just enough to constantly stimulate her perfectly shaped nipples. The sight of them swaying, just enough to let any observer know that they were free from restraint, caused my eyes to be glued to their motion throughout the night. Now I got to experience them in the way I was dreaming of, taking them into my mouth and sucking them dry.
She melted into my mouth as I sucked on her breasts through the fabric of her dress. A wet impression appeared over each sentinel and marked the place where I placed my mouth. As I ran my arms and hands around on her back pulling her into me, she moaned a sensuous moan and started panting with excitement.
I reached down with my hand and removed her shoes and ran the other hand along the zipper that held the dress to her back.
Pulling the restraint downward, I relieved the pressure of the fabric and with my help; it fell away off of her shoulders and down to her waist where it gathered in a heap. I moved my head backward as I focused upon the view. Her long brown hair cascaded over her bare shoulders and reaching down and brushing her small little mounds. Just barely, they curled around the nipple, just enough to stimulate it to the fullest. Her shallow breathing causing her ribs to rise and fall in rhythm as she attempted to breathe normally.
Then her flat little belly, trim and firm, giving way to the clump of wrinkled dress as it gathered around her amateur slut victoria june taste a big cock for money. What an unbelievably gorgeous sight. Now she was reaching for my shirt buttons and one by one, she unfastened them until it hung on my body waiting to be removed.
And so she did, over my shoulders and down my arms, until it was lying beside the bed where I sat. She didn't stop her efforts until she had by slacks unbelted, unbuttoned and unzipped and as I stood, she moved them down my legs onto the floor where I stepped out of them. She was now standing, looking down at the tent in my boxers. She reached for the pole and guided it out through the hole in the front.
She cradled it in her soft little palms and ran her fingers under its length. A shutter ran through my body. She then gently moved her hands to the waistband and slowly started their descent down my thighs, my knees and down to my ankles. Finding them waiting down there, I merely raised one foot then the other and she removed them all together. She ran both of her hands along the full length of my cock as she looked straight into my eyes. I shivered once and closed my eyes, then, opening them back up, I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.
She dropped her hands to her side as I ran my hands up her thighs once again, on the inside of her dress. She convulsed once more as she spread her legs wide apart. Seeking the opportunity, I placed the top of my finger on her crack and rubbed between the folds, sending her into a state of almost panic.
She clutched my hand and repeated her admonition and placed my hands up to the waistband of her panties. Instead of removing her underwear, there was the matter of the dress still gathered at her waist. Freeing it from the roundness of her hips, I slipped it over her legs and down to her ankles.
She stepped out of the garment and I loss it in a heap, out of the way. I returned once again to the junction of her legs, where the stimulation was the greatest. This time, I used a firm hand and ran it right up to the crotch and full on to her lips.
She cried out in an involuntary shout of pain or pleasure, I didn't know. But the warmth and moisture imitating from deep between her legs told me she was more than ready. I pulled at the top of her panties until the cotton fabric started stretching over her mound and gave way to the floor. She was so beautiful standing before me, her womanhood hidden between her tightly pressed legs.
But as she stepped out of her cotton guard, she spread her legs apart and allowed me to see her treasures. With one hand, I bisected between her legs and grabbed onto her crack. Taking her breast into my mouth again, I laid myself down and drew her upon me horizontally. Running my hand from her butt cheeks out to her moist lips, I stretched and stimulated her entire crotch with one motion.
She spread her legs and I let go with my mouth and, in one motion, rode her up my body until she was straddling my face. She was surprised at her proximity to my mouth, but when she felt the sensation it was about to give, she drove it down onto writhing lips as I sucked and licked her engorged clitoris.
She was going crazy with anticipation and stimulation. She bucked and rode my mouth and drove her node into my lips harder and harder. "O Ben! YES! O MY GOD. IT FEELS Sunny leone romans sex story fuking in WONDERFUL!
SUCK ON IT BEN!" She suddenly went stiff and stopped breathing. She arched her back and began a low, guttural scream. She let loose with an unbelievable thrashing of her pelvic bone as she rammed it over and over into my teeth and upper lip.
I sucked as hard as I could, but it didn't appear to be hard enough. After a moment of ramming it down on my poor mouth, she flung herself off of me and unto her back, grabbing me frantically, pulling me down upon her. Spreading her legs as wide as she naughty college babes getting fucked at dorm room party, she grasped my manhood and shoved it into her flowing opening. It slid in easily into the tight confines of her canal. There was no stretching of the walls this time.
They were so lubricated; my intrusion was more of a water ride down a deep hole, as I slammed into the cervix wall and exploded. She felt my sperm hit against her walls and she clenched her muscles deep inside of her womb and started milking me for all she was worth.
She climaxed once, then again. She would orgasm again and again, screeching louder with every one. Then she let out an ear blasting scream and she started shaking uncontrollably as she began her descent from the throws of ecstasy. She lay there, under my weight, motionless, totally spent.