We went to a movie and then back to his room. He took off my top, and I took off his. He took off my pants but left my panties on. I took off his. We hopped in his water bed and rolled around until I had to get back for curfew. Hmm, he loved touching me, and I really liked touching him. I’d been wondering about men for a long time: What could they do to make a woman feel good? I knew the theory, of course. Now he was giving me the practical answer … in spades!
The next weekend, we were together Saturday and Sunday. Saturday, he started by kissing me and fondling my breast while we were still standing up. His hand slid down, down, down, inside my jeans, inside my panties, and then up inside me—umm.
“Come,” he said, and I walked with him for a few steps while his finger wiggled inside me. What a trip! He stripped me totally naked that night, but he kept on his underpants—nothing to say “no” to tonight. His hands were everywhere, and everything he touched made me feel good. He pleasured me. While he was doing that, we tried half a dozen different ways of dry-humping to pleasure him. He was on top, and then I was on top. He was on top, and I was facedown … lots of ways. Finally, curfew was coming fast, and he took me home.
Sunday was more of the same; however, this time, I had on my panties, and I played with his penis. Gosh, this was nice. He didn’t pressure me to get inside, but I knew he wanted it. If I had said, “Yes,” I was sure he’d have been in me in thirty seconds.
The next weekend was more of the same, half a night out doing something—a movie, dinner, watching him play hockey—and then a wonderful half night in bed. I could really get to like this guy. As we finished up, I asked him what he would like me to wear.
He said, “Wear simple things, things I can get you out of easily. I like you, not what you wear.”
The next weekend was a surprise—in a couple ways. His roommate was in, so we had to move down the hall to another room. He had some nice friends at the dorm who simply said, “Okay,” when he asked. That evening, he seemed a little distracted, and then he did something strange. I was on top, and he slid out from under me. Then he held me down, facedown on the bed. I felt him lay a shirt up and down my back. Then he pulled one of my arms behind me over the shirt. My little pussy started tingling like I’d never felt before. He got my other arm and pulled it behind me, too.
I was out of my mind with thrill. “What are you doing?” I said.
He didn’t answer. He just brought the shirt around my wrists and tied my arms behind me. Tied up! This was my first time … ever! I was an only child. This had never happened to me while I was growing up! I was lying mostly naked in bed, and I was actually being tied up by a man. I almost had an orgasm on the spot. He lifted me up to a kneeling position and knelt behind me. He played with my breasts, I played with his penis. We did this for a few minutes, and then he let me loose. Too soon! I felt. Too soon! But I didn’t say so.
When we finished that night, he asked me if I’d enjoyed it, being tied up. I said, “Yes!”
He said, “We’ll try some more next time.” That week went by so slowly, but Friday night finally came.