Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Freshman (mf,cons)
Date: 15 Oct 1995 23:43:58 GMT

			     The Freshman

	"Can I have a sip?"

	"Sure."

	Michael sampled a few drops of the foul-tasting diet soft
drink, basking in the beauty of the cute blond 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 pandemonium of
folding desks and babbling voices erupted, drowning out the end of the
professor lecture.

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

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

	"Biomed," 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 attraction.
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 Jenson Commons."

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

	"Jenson's food must be better than Leutner's on north campus.
How's 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.

	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 very wet.

	"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 the 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 red 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 cunnilingus before mounting. After
roughly and ineptly 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 inaptitude, Karen finally pulled his face
up to hers and kissed him long and passionately. She positioned his
body on top of hers and spread her legs in missionary position.
Michael had no idea how to orient himself to enter her dripping cunt.
He lay on top of her patiently waiting for her to get his cock inside
her. She had to do all the maneuvering with his weight clumsily on top
of her. She finally settled his cock into her cunt and thrust her hips
up rhythmically. Michael picked up the rhythm after a few strokes, but
got carried away and his penis came 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 himself.

	Soon after he put his penis back into her cunt 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 try again?" he asked shyly.

	"I suppose," she said. She could feel that his penis was still
hard inside her vagina and it did not feel like it was getting any
softer. She had never made love to anyone as young as Michael and
wondered if all virgins had the staying power of this one.

	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 hour she was moaning again. This time Michael
felt her shudder and the realization that she was having an orgasm
made him suddenly very hot. In ten quick, forceful strokes he was
exploding again, amplifying Karen's pleasure and prolonging her
orgasm.

	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 softer.

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

	When his penis 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 try 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 hand jobs she had
given boys in High School.

	Michael's penis rose to the occasion and in a few minutes he
was on top of her again, driving his cock into her vagina hard and
hurriedly. 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 position and deeper
penetration put more pressure on his cock. Each stroke brought him
unconsciously closer to ejaculation. Unprepared for the sudden sensual
amplification, 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 fondled 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 befuddedly pulled him on top of
her, and for the fourth time in his life Michael was joyfully
copulating. In five minutes he exploded.

	"I'm sorry," he said apologetically. "Are you close?"

	She actually was starting to get aroused. She kissed him as he
continued to pump his dick in and out. 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 subject.

	"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 girlfriend, or at least a
sex partner, with a new and pleasant perspective.