AMERICAN GIRLS CH. 02

It was the first week in January of 1972, and I was getting to know the small-town community college where I was enrolled. I had been discharged from the Air Force in November expecting to attend BYU in January, but when my dad got orders to Southeast Asia, I opted for a year at Solano Community College in Rockville, California. That way, I was able to stay close to my family while my dad was overseas. I couldn't get any real engineering classes there, but they had plenty of good math and science classes, and I could complete all of my general education requirements. Solano CC was jokingly referred to as UC Rockville by some of the students.

I found the classes interesting, and I really enjoyed the small class sizes and fairly small school. I had some really good teachers. My days were filled with chemistry, physics, calculus, and sundry other classes, but I found classes much easier than I had in high school. It was amazing how almost four years of trying to survive difficult situations could change a person's perspective.

Because my instructors explained things so well, I was able to grasp concepts and finish my assignments quickly. That left me with plenty of free time. One thing that immediately caught my attention was the large number of cute girls on campus. Most of the other students were straight out of high school, so at 22, I was three to four years older than most of the girls and boys at the school. That gave me an advantage. My teachers took me more seriously, and other students saw me as a resource.

I had no problem getting dates, and since I had spent so much time in the Philippines and Thailand, I had experience in how to attract and treat girls. It didn't hurt that I had the GI Bill, so I had an income while in school in addition to a good sum of money I had saved while in the Air Force, and I had my own car, something I never had in high school. As often as not, it was the girl who approached me and flirted. Some even suggested get-togethers. For the most part, they suggested hanging out at their homes or walks in the parks or other activities that didn't cost anything. If I took a girl out, it was usually to a movie or to catch a quick bite at a local burger hangout.

I was sitting in a break area eating my lunch when Shirley approached me and introduced herself. "Hi," she said. "My name is Shirley. Would you mind if I sit with you?"

Motioning to the seat across from me, I replied, "Be my guest. My name is Pete."

"Hi Pete," she said. "You're older than most of the kids here. I've noticed you around campus."

I laughed. "I spent four years in the Air Force and just recently got out to go to school. So, are you attracted to older guys?"

Shirley blushed and looked down. "Maybe," she replied.

'Well, that was smooth,' I thought to myself. 'First contact with this girl and I've already embarrassed her.' I then asked, "What are you studying here?"

Happy to change the subject, she told me that her high school grades weren't good enough to get her into a university, so she came to the community college to maybe get good enough grades to transfer to a bigger school later on.

"OK," I replied. "I'm doing something similar, going here for a year before transferring to a university. The only difference is that I've already been accepted at the university."

She was confused. "If you've already been accepted to a university, then why are you here?"

"It's simple," I explained, and then I told her about staying with my family while my dad went overseas for a year.

"Wow, that is so cool that you would do that," she said. "Most boys would never do that. Won't it put you behind at the university though?"

"A little," I answered. "But I couldn't live with myself if I was in another state away from my family in case anything happened to my dad and they needed me."

Shirley looked at me the whole time we were talking. I was surprised that either of us had time to eat lunch. She asked if I ate there every day, and I replied that I usually did. "OK," she said as she got up. "Maybe we can eat together and talk some more."

"You are a cute girl," I answered. "I would always be willing to share lunch with you." This brought another blush, but it also brought a smile.

The next day, Shirley once again joined me for lunch. The conversation turned to me and my story. I told her I had been an Air Force Brat and how I had gone into the Air Force after high school. Of course, I couldn't tell her what my job was in the Air Force (it was still classified), so I just told her that I had been in supply. It wasn't the whole truth, but it wasn't a lie either. I decided that was my best bet when explaining my time in the military. It didn't bring out the "baby killer" comments if people I was talking with turned out to be against the war. Managing parts for airplanes wasn't seen as threatening to most people. If I was asked if I had been to Vietnam, I could honestly answer that I hadn't.

The third day, Shirley mentioned that she was in my environmental chemistry class. She asked if I understood it, and I told her that I did. She then asked me if I could help her to understand it. I asked, "When?"

She replied, "As soon as possible. Are you doing anything after school today? Maybe we could go to my house."

"OK," I said. "Do you have a ride home?"

"I usually ride with a friend," she replied. "But I have to wait for her because she has a late class."

"If you want, I will give you a ride in my car right after our chemistry class." I offered. "It's nothing fancy, but it will get us there."

She agreed and went across the room to tell her friend she wouldn't need a ride that afternoon. After class, we walked out to My VW bug, and I opened the passenger-side door for her. She obviously liked that and said, "Wow, a gentleman too?"

She directed me to her house in Fairfield. It was just a regular house in a subdivision ... nothing special. She let me into the house and I followed her back to her bedroom. She had a desk next to her bed, so we went through the last few chemistry lessons at the desk, and I explained each point to her. We had been at it for a couple of hours before she started feeling comfortable with the chemistry lessons. "I know I will need more help with this," she said. "I'm just not very good with science."

"I just figured it out myself," I replied. "I did terrible in chemistry in high school, and I was worried about this class, but something in the way the teacher explains things just clicks with me."

"I owe you," she said. "I'm not sure I could pass this course without help." Then, she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Not one to let an opportunity pass me by, I leaned in and kissed her back, opening my mouth to let our tongues find each other and pulling her into me with my arms.

At first, Shirley was taken back by the move, but then she started to enjoy the kiss. She moved to sit on the bed and pulled me to her. I went willingly, and soon we were laying on the bed together kissing deeply. 'Wow," she mumbled when she broke for air. "You are a good kisser."

"Thank you," I replied. "You're a pretty good kisser yourself."

"You're just saying that," she said. "I have no idea what I'm doing."

Well," I replied. "For a beginner you are good." With that, she smiled and leaned in for another kiss, which I met with enthusiasm. My hand drifted to her breast, and she moaned into my mouth. I wasn't sure how far Shirley had gone with boys, so I didn't want to push her too far. At the same time, I wanted to push the envelope enough to determine the boundaries. She wasn't wearing a bra under her sweater, so when I slipped my hand under her sweater, it closed on bare breast. She shivered, but made no move to stop me.

I didn't want to get interrupted by angry parents, so I asked when her folks would get home. She explained that she only lived with her mother who worked two jobs. Therefore, it would be several hours before her mom got home. I asked her if she would like to continue this, and she once again smiled and leaned back in for another kiss. My hand was already on her breast, so it was a simple matter to push her sweater up above her breasts for easier access.

I pulled on her arm, and she took the hint to slide both arms out of the sleeves. We were still kissing, but I broke the kiss long enough to slide her sweater over her head and off. Then, I kissed down her neck to her breasts. Shirley gasped as I sucked in one of her nipples. "Oh my God," she cried, "That feels so good."

I continued to suckle both nipples, trading back and forth to give each equal time and attention. I made short side trips to nibble her earlobes and her tender white flesh lower breasts. She was squirming under me as I fondled her body.

When I tried to unfasten her pants, Shirley blocked my hands. She said, "I'm not sure that I'm ready for that yet."

I looked at her and replied, "There are other things we can do besides having sex, but these pants would still need to come off."

"Can I keep my panties on?" she asked.

"OK," I replied. "If that is what you want."

She nodded her head to give her assent, and I unbuttoned, unzipped and removed her pants from her legs. I then kissed my way down to her belly button and teased it with my tongue. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "But it feels weird."

"It will feel better and better," I said. My tongue was traveling around her navel and down over her panties, and with every nudge and lick, she was getting hotter and hotter under me. My fingers were dancing around her crotch, pressing her vulva through her panties. Eventually, my finger slipped under the leg opening of her panties to rub her vulva directly. When I pulled her panties to the side a bit, and my tongue slipped into her vulva, she almost came unglued.

"Oh my God," she shrieked. "What are you doing to me?"

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"God, yes," she replied. "Keep doing it." I complied and started sucking her clitoris along with her labia and vaginal entrance. In the process, I adjusted my position so that her panties were under my chin and that caused her panties to slowly slide down her legs until they were below her knees. When they restricted her movement too much, Shirley kicked them off and wrapped her legs around my head.

I continued to suck her clit and labia for several minutes as I explored her vaginal entrance with my fingers. At first, I wasn't able to get even one finger into her vaginal entrance, but as I continued to work on her, I was eventually able to slowly slide a finger all the way into her vagina. Then, I backed out and tried with two fingers. I was only able to get them in to the first knuckle, confirming that Shirley was a virgin, but that it should be possible to get my cock in without too much pain.

Shirley was moaning and her hips were bucking under me as I continued to stimulate her. Natural lubrication was pouring out of her vaginal entrance. She was starting to become incoherent when she totally lost it and her hips started spasming as she climaxed. I slowed down, but pushed my two fingers further into her vagina as she climaxed. By the time she came down, her vagina had been widened enough to allow both of my fingers all the way inside. Her hymen had stretched enough to let her be penetrated without ever tearing.

I allowed her to recover a bit, and she rolled over on top of me. Her breasts were in my face, and she fed each of them to me. "Thank you for that," she said. "I'm still not ready to have sex, but I would be willing to use either my hand or mouth to get you off."

That was a bit disappointing, but I unfastened my belt and pants to push everything down and off. Her eyes got wide when she saw my cock. "Wow, that is big," she said.

"Have you seen one before?" I asked.

"Only once," she replied. "My senior prom date wanted me to give him a hand job, so I did, but he was a lot smaller than you."

"Well," I said. "Do what you can. I'm sure you will make me happy." With that, she lowered her head to take the tip of my cock into her mouth. After a few minutes, I asked her if she would like to try the 69 position. She smiled and reversed herself on top of me.

Shirley tried hard to please me, but she kept getting distracted by my mouth sucking on her clit and my fingers sliding in and out of her vagina and kept forgetting to suck my cock. When she finally lost control and started cumming again, she almost drowned me with all of the natural lube she produced. I spun her around so she was kissing me, and let my cock slide back and forth through her saturated vulva. She was still cumming, and with just a minor readjustment, my cock would slide just a little way into her vagina on every forward stroke. Before she realized what was happening, my cock was lodged halfway inside of her.

"Oh," she whimpered. "I wasn't planning to go this far, but I guess we've gone too far to turn back now." With that, she pressed down on My cock, and I attempted to thrust the remainder of my cock up into her vagina. "Is it all the way in?" she asked.

"I think so," I replied, even though I knew there was still another inch or two to go before I bottomed out.

"I thought it would hurt more than it did," she stated. "It feels good now. I feel so full."

"Can we roll over?" I asked.

"You want to be on top?" she asked.

"Yes, please," I replied. She nodded her head, and I rolled her over onto her back, never losing my place deep inside her vagina. It only took a couple more thrusts, and My cock was firmly seated against Shirley's cervix. I held there long enough for her to get used to my full length, and then started thrusting and withdrawing, with longer and more powerful strokes with every thrust. My cock was withdrawing almost far enough to fall out after each stroke, but not quite. Soon, I had set up a tempo, and she was following me, pressing against me with every thrust and pulling back with every withdrawal. This may have been Shirley's first time, but she was born to do this.

Amazingly, it was Shirley who first lost control and started cumming, but I was not far behind, shooting spurt after spurt of my seed deep into her womb. I collapsed on top of her and then rolled slightly to the side to take the weight from her body.

When Shirley finally opened her eyes she asked, "Did you cum in me?"

"Yes," I replied. "Are you on any birth control?" She shook her head to the negative. Then I asked, "When was your last period?"

"It ended two or three days ago," she replied.

I breathed a sigh of relief. "You should be safe then, provided your cycles are regular."

"They are 28 days every time," she replied.

"Then you won't be fertile for another week, and my sperm will be all gone by then," I stated. "However, if we are going to do this on a regular basis, you need to get on the pill. We can't take chances with pregnancy when we are just having fun."

"I will go to the clinic tomorrow to get a prescription," she answered.

"Good," I replied and leaned in to kiss her again.

Shirley broke the kiss and asked, "How do you know we will do this again?"

I kissed her again and replied, "Will you need more help with chemistry?"

Shirley chuckled. "Good point," she agreed. "I can pay you for your help in installments. Would that be acceptable?"

"That would be great," I stated. "How often do we need to study together?"

"Once a week should be enough," she replied. "That way I can keep up with the class."

"OK," I said. "But next week your pills won't be effective yet, even if you start tomorrow, so we will have to do something else."

'What something else?" she asked.

"I'm sure we can figure something out," I replied.

So, I had a once-a-week date with Shirley, at least through the end of the semester. There was never any romance involved, and no promises were given that it would lead to anything else. In fact, I was surprised a few days later when Shirley introduced her friend Beatrice to me. "She needs help in her math class," Shirley said.