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 Archive name: yankee.txt (mf,first)
 Authors name: Michael
 Story title : Yankee's First Time

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 Yankee's First Time
 By michael

 I wrote this story in the third person, because I was
 told that would be the best way for the reader to enjoy
 it. But it is really about my first sexual experience
 and the girl who let me do it to her. It may not be as
 hot as many of the stories you can get at porn sites,
 but it was real, and to me that makes it mush better
 than fantasy. I hope you enjoy my first story, and
 maybe my last.

 Michael sampled a few drops of the foul-tasting diet
 soft drink, basking in the beauty of the cute blonde
 freshman from whom he had bummed the sip. He and Steve
 had come a few minutes late into the numerical analysis
 lecture and Michael picked the two seats near the back
 only because of the cute babe with the soda.

 "Thanks," he said handing the can back.

 "No problem," she smiled back.  She had perfect white
 teeth Michael noticed. Without the glasses she'd be a
 model.

 Michael took out his clipboard and started copying the
 first two boards of linear programming equations.  The
 blond glanced at the paper he was writing on and
 noticed that the subject, lecture number, date, and
 topic headings were pre-printed on the otherwise blank
 graph paper. His handwriting was fast but neat and he
 used a template to draw colorful diagrams.

 "Another nerd," Karen sighed disappointedly.  "Too bad;
 he had the body for it," she thought to herself.  Karen
 had just broken up with her third boyfriend in as many
 months.  The guys up north were either drunk frat boys
 or boring nerds.  The obnoxious Yankee sitting next to
 her was cute but didn't even have the time to notice
 her.

 As soon as the bell sounded for the break, a pandemo-
 nium of folding desks and babbling voices erupted,
 drowning out the end of the professor's lecture.

"You a computer person?" Michael asked the cute blonde
 alluringly.

 "Not hardly; I'm a civil engineering major," Karen told
 the obnoxious boy. "What about y'all?"

 "Bio-med," he replied gazing into her blue eyes.  The
 pupils weren't round; She had weird eyes, he thought.
 The pupils dilated as she looked at him and Michael's
 heart skipped a beat.  He had just read in "Popular
 Psychology" that pupil dilation meant physical attrac-
 tion.

 Here was his chance to lose his virginity.

 "Thanks for the soda.  You busy for dinner?" He asked
 matter-of-factly.

 "Um, er... no," she stammered.  His question took her
 completely by surprise. "I live up the hill and usually
 take my supper at the Jepson Commons."

 "Great accent," Michael thought. "'take my supper' Ha!"
 She sounds like a Dixie bell.  I wonder if she had a
 debut and lives on a big plantation at home.

 "Jepson's food must be better than Leutner's on north
 campus.  Hows about I pick you up for an early dinner
 and then we catch the movie at the film club? It's
 gonna be a great film,"  he rambled.

 "Well, I don't rightly know. We were never introduced,"
 she said slowly.

 "Come on.  You can bring your roommates and friends.
 It'll be fun," he assured her.

 "Well I suppose..."

 "Great.  Where do you live?" he asked.

 "Well I do declare!  I don't even know your name."

 "Michael Wilson, from Philadelphia.  Pleased to meet
 you."  Michael offered his hand.

 "Karen Lou-Anne Hammaker.  Pleased to meet you, Mr.
 Wilson," she said regaining some composure.

 "Please call me Michael," he said smiling broadly. 
 "Where should I pick you up?"

 "I live in the Morely dormitory.  I can meet you in the
 lounge there at 6:30. Will that be all right?"

 "That's a little late.  The film starts at 6:30.  What
 about 5:30?  Is that too early?"

 "No.  5:30 will be fine."

 The word sounded like "fahn" when she spoke it. Michael
 couldn't help smiling broadly at her beguiling southern
 accent, and her golden good looks.

 The film was an excellent Swedish adventure story
 called "Man on the Roof," and had short slices of
 Swedish life including some steamy sex.  Michael took
 her hand at the beginning of the film and massaged her
 fingers and palms Ever so lightly.  By the time the
 film was over she was squirming in he seat. Michael
 interpreted that as a good sign.

 "Come on, I'll walk you home," he said as the lights
 came up.

 "Thank you."

 They held hands during the walk and talked about
 school, professors and the film.  When she unlocked the
 dormitory door, he came inside with her and followed
 her wordlessly up the stairs to the suite she shared
 with four other girls.

 No one was in the common living room when they arrived
 and they went into her tiny bedroom.  Karen closed the
 door and gestured for Michael to sit on the tiny bed.
 She sat next to him and without a word they embraced
 and started necking.

 Michael had problems breathing when he was kissing a
 girl.  Though he had had a lot of practice petting and
 necking, he could never get his breathing right. He
 somehow couldn't breathe through his nose properly, and
 didn't want to exhale in the girl's mouth.  It made him
 nervous and he took uneven, raspy breaths.

 "Relax," Karen told him.

 Michael pushed her down onto the bed, kicked off his
 shoes and climbed up next to her, after which they
 resumed their necking; he concentrated on breathing
 regularly through his nose.

 Soon his hand wandered down to her blouse, roughly
 massaging her breasts.  Then he put his hand on her
 jeans and started boisterously massaging her vagina.

 Karen had no objections and continued their hot french
 kissing.  His touch was quite rough and he was applying
 too much pressure, but she had gone through worse.
 Sensing no resistance, Michael started to un-button her
 jeans.

 "Do you really want to do this?" she asked him earnestly.

 "Yes," he said seriously.

 "No regrets?" she asked.

 "Of course not."

 She started undressing quickly and efficiently.  He had
 to hurry to catch up with her.  Before climbing under
 the covers he noticed her creamy white skin and reddish
 blonde pubic hairs.

 Michael had never been in bed naked with a girl before
 and didn't really know how to begin.  He had often
 fantasized about sex, of course and was determined to
 try cunnulingus before mounting.  After roughly and in-
 adeptly massaging her erect nipples and very wet
 vagina, he slid down the bed and started licking the
 opening of her vagina.

 The taste made him nauseous and he almost threw up his
 dinner.  He did not stop, however, determined to do it
 right.  Every few seconds he searched for her clitoris
 with his tongue but couldn't find it and went back to
 licking the opening of her vagina and vulva just above
 it.

 Smiling at his eager ineptitude, Karen finally pulled
 his face up to hers and kissed him long and passionate-
 ly.  She positioned his body on top of hers and spread
 her legs in the missionary position.

 Michael had no idea how to orient himself to enter her
 dripping opening.  He lay on top of her patiently wait-
 ing for her to get his cock inside for him.  She had to
 do all the maneuvering with his weight clumsily on top
 of her.  She finally settled his cock into her slit and
 thrust her hips up rhythmically.

 Michael picked up the rhythm after a few strokes, but
 got carried away and his penis popped out.  He helped
 her get it back in and started pumping again.  After a
 few minutes of fervent rutting, his cock came out
 again.  He was getting better at finding her cunt and
 got it back in all by himself.

 Soon after he put his penis back into her he was again
 delightedly pumping fast and hard.  Before long, Karen
 was moaning in orgasmic ecstasy. Michael hardly noticed
 and couldn't believe at first that she had climaxed. He
 slowed his rhythm.

 "Are you through?" he asked innocently.

 "Yeah," she said, grabbing his shoulders and pulling
 him closer.  Now that she was concentrating solely on
 keeping his cock inside her, Michael's inexperienced
 thrusting was easier for her to control.  In a few
 minutes, he was ejaculating, grunting softly as his
 cock spat hot semen deep into her vagina.

 "Do you want to do it again?" he asked shyly.

 "I suppose," she said in her lazy Southern accent. She
 could feel that his penis was still hard inside her
 vagina and it didn't feel like it was getting any
 softer. She had never made love to anyone who was so
 inexperienced as Michael and wondered if all virgins
 had the staying power of this boy.

 He started pumping again slowly, kissing and licking
 her lips softly. Soon the rhythm, intensity, and
 pressure increased of his coital plunges.  Karen pushed
 her pubic bone against him hard at each inward thrust.
 In a half a minute she was moaning again.  This time
 Michael felt her shudder and the realization that she
 was having an orgasm made him suddenly very excited.
 In ten quick, forceful strokes he was exploding again,
 amplifying Karen's pleasure and prolonging her orgasm.
 Their bodies twisted and pushed against each other
 slowly -- sensually, as they came together as one.

 Karen noticed that Michael was not sweating or even
 breathing hard, another new experience for her.  Her
 over-sensitive vagina felt that his penis was still
 hard inside her and it was a bit irritating; this time,
 however, she felt it getting a little softer.

 "Thank God for small favors," she thought to herself.

 When his dick had shrank somewhat, Michael withdrew and
 carefully rolled off her. He held her close, kissed and
 cuddled with her a few minutes before speaking.

 "Thanks," he said haltingly.  "If you couldn't tell,
 that was my first time."

 "And your second, honey,"  she drawled affectionately.

 They smiled and talked about grades, engineering core
 courses, marriage, numerical analysis, and the human
 condition.  At length Michael got bored.

 "Do you want to do it again?" he asked timidly.

 "My my, Michael, but you are a virtuoso virgin," she
 teased him. "Let's see if you're really up to it." She
 reached down and started rubbing his cock with her
 palm.  Her deft manipulations betrayed her experience
 and Michael speculated about how many hand jobs she had
 given boys in High School.

 Michael's dick rose to the occasion and in a few mo-
 ments he was on top of her again, driving his cock into
 her hard and urgently.  In fact his rhythm and pressure
 were not very pleasing to Karen who basically just lay
 there submissively.

 "How ya doin?" he asked after a while.

 She pecked a little kiss on his lips and pulled her
 knees up to give him deeper penetration.  The new posi-
 tion and deeper penetration put more pressure on his
 cock.  Each stroke brought him unconsciously closer to
 ejaculation. Unprepared for the sudden sensual ampli-
 fication, Michael suddenly realized he was about to
 ejaculate again.

 "I'm going to..." he said.  His cock spurted hot semen
 deep into Karen's sore cunt and he grunted ecstatically.

 "Should I go?" he asked groggily a few minutes later.

 "If you don't, you'll be the ninth guy to sleep here
 this semester," she replied brightly.

 "You mean I can stay?" he asked enthusiastically.

 "Sure.  Move over and give me some covers."

 He woke up the next morning with Karen in his arms and
 a hard, hot cock poking at the covers.  He gently fon-
 dled Karen's breasts, blissfully staring at her
 beautiful face and long sensuous hair.  Still half
 asleep, Karen blindly fumbled under the covers and
 brushed against his huge burning erection.  She re-
 signedly pulled him on top of her, and for the fourth
 time in his life Michael was joyfully copulating.  In
 less than five minutes he exploded again sending his
 seed deep into her body.

 "I'm sorry," he said apologetically.  "Were you close
 to having one?"

 She actually was aroused.  She kissed him as he con-
 tinued to pump his dick in and out of her.  However,
 in a few short minutes, his erection subsided.

 "I'm sorry," he said again forlornly.

 "But I enjoyed it, Michael," she said cheerfully.

 "When's your first class?" he asked, changing the sub-
 ject.

 "Ten o'clock.  Why?"

 "I have to be at Strosacker at eight for Logic.  Come
 with me to breakfast?"

 "No thanks.  I'd really rather get some more sleep."

 Karen smiled affectionately and watched him get dressed.

 "I'll call you," Michael said on his way out.

 In fact, he never saw Karen again.  She avoided him in
 classes, and never returned his calls.  He learned
 later that she dropped out of school and went to live
 in New Orleans.  Eighteen, and no-longer a virgin,
 Michael faced the task of finding a girl friend, or at
 least a sex partner, with a new and pleasant
 perspective.

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 It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
 strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
 with strangers!!  You only have one body per lifetime,
 so take good care of it. 
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