AMERICAN GIRLS CH. 06

Chapter 6 -- Sharon

Getting back to college at UC Rockville (Solano Community College), I registered for my fall semester classes. During registration, I found that you had to get the teacher's permission to register for some of the classes. One class that I wanted to take was life drawing (basically drawing people). Unfortunately, since I didn't really have an art background, the teacher wouldn't let me register. She suggested that I take an art composition class. Since I needed a class like this for my general education requirements anyway, I decided to do it.

It turned out that another student (Sharon) was in the same boat (being rejected from life drawing), and we took a break together between our various appointments with teachers. She said she wasn't sure how she was supposed to show her skills, if they wouldn't allow her to take the class.

Sharon was a new freshman, which was why they had rejected her as a serious art student. She was fairly cute, average height and weight, an athletic build, light skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. Sharon actually had a small portfolio of her artwork from high school (which was more than I had), but the teacher had said it wasn't enough.

We talked about all sorts of things during our break, and I asked her if she would like to try something with me to gain more experience and to increase her portfolio. She replied, "What sort of something?"

"Well," I said, "If we both want to learn how to draw people, but they won't let us into the life drawing class, then let's draw each other. Of course, we can't do that here at school."

"Do you realize that they draw nudes in that class?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "Do you have a place in your home where we could draw each other?"

"Just my bedroom," Sharon said. "Would that work?"

"It works for me," I said. "And you could have a parent chaperone if you are worried about anything happening."

"That won't be necessary," she stated. "Besides, my dad is always gone on business trips and my mom works two jobs. Neither of them would be around to chaperone us. You aren't planning to rape me, are you?"

"No," I replied. I haven't ever raped anybody, and I'm not planning to start now."

"OK," she said. "When would you like to do this, and what medium would you like to start with?"

"I would suggest either pencil or charcoal to start," I replied. They are more forgiving than other mediums. We can take turns drawing and modeling. I tutor on the side, so Thursdays and Sundays probably won't work for me."

"Oh, what subjects do you tutor?" she asked.

"Math and science," I replied.

"Wow," she smiled. I may have you tutor me as well. Math is my worst subject, and I have to take College Algebra this year. How much do you charge?"

I laughed. "My fees are set by my clients, but it never involves money."

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"It means that you decide how to repay me, but it won't involve money." I replied. "The two girls I tutored last semester both found ways to make it worth my while, but what you do is up to you."

"Does it involve sex?" she asked.

"It can," I replied, "But only if that is what the girl wants."

"Hmmm..." Sharon muttered. "I'm a virgin, so I doubt there will be sex involved."

"Don't worry," I said. "I would never force you to do anything against your wishes."

"OK," she replied. "I will have to think about that."

We exchanged contact information and left it at that. I told Sharon where I normally had lunch on school days, so she would be able to find me if we didn't see each other in class. It was unlikely that we would have any other classes together, since I was pursuing a technical degree, and she was going for liberal arts. Besides, I had almost filled all of my general education requirements and she was just starting out.

Classes started the next Monday, and I was fairly confident that I would do well in all of them. I had a 3.9 GPA at that point, so my confidence was borne of experience. When lunch break rolled around, I went to my normal lunch spot, and was shortly joined by both Shirley and Beatrice. Both needed more tutoring, so we decided to keep the same schedules as we had in the spring semester.

As we sat there talking and renewing our friendships, Sharon approached the table. I introduced her to the other girls, and from that point on, the conversation was mostly between the three of them. My next class started before theirs did, so I left them at the table still talking.

The next morning, I had my art composition class, and Sharon sat in the seat nearest to me. The teacher had us start out with a still life in charcoal to determine our abilities and shortcomings. While we worked, Sharon and I talked. She asked if Saturdays would be OK for our private life drawing sessions, since we would have good light. I agreed and asked what time I should be at her house. We set it up for 10 AM to give us plenty of time. She asked if I would be the first to model, so she could get used to being there with a naked man without being naked herself. I agreed, but I mentioned that it would be more fun if we were both naked.

"I'll consider that. I also want you to tutor me in math," she said. "When can we do that?"

"Sure," I replied. "What day would you like to do it?"

"You said you are already busy on Thursday and Sunday, and now we have scheduled Saturdays for art," Sharon said. "Would Tuesdays be OK?"

"That works for me," I replied.

Since it was Tuesday when we talked, we decided to meet that afternoon for Sharon's first tutoring session. I met her in the parking lot after our last class (she normally rode the bus to and from school), and we drove to her house. Sharon let me into her house and took me to her bedroom. All she had was her bed to sit on, which was OK by me. Sharon was just starting college algebra, so tutoring would be a repeat of what I had done with Beatrice the semester before. Easy enough. I quickly figured out that she was totally lost when it came to math, so it would mean a lot of repetition until she got it on each concept. That was no problem for me, but it meant more work for her.

After we had studied for about three hours, Sharon said, "I don't think I can do much more of this. My brain is fried." She paused while looking at me and continued, "I'm still not sure about what I will do about payment, but after talking with Shirley and Beatrice, I have some ideas. Could we start with kisses? It is at least something that I've done." She was blushing.

"Kissing sounds like a really good place to start," I replied and smiled at her.

Sharon smiled back and then scooted over even closer to me and started kissing me. She had obviously kissed before in high school because she was using her tongue even in the first kiss. Of course, I let my tongue play right along with hers. It was a very nice kiss. Sharon's mouth was sweet, and both of us were getting turned on by the kiss. Most first kisses don't last long, but I lost track of time on this kiss.

"Oh my God," she whispered when we broke the first kiss. "That was wonderful. I feel like we need to spend a lot more time kissing, though, since you spent so much time tutoring me."

"That is fine with me," I replied. "That was an amazing first kiss."

"That couldn't be your first kiss," Sharon said incredulously.

"Of course not," I replied. "It was just my first kiss with you."

With that, we came back together to continue kissing. At some point during the second kiss, my hands found Sharon's soft breasts. In the beginning, it was through her pull-over blouse, and then it was against her skin under her blouse. At first, she had a bra holding her breasts in, but a quick flick of my wrist and her bra was just hanging there under her blouse. Then, my hands just naturally assumed their places caressing her breasts and especially her nipples.

Sharon was moaning into my kiss, but at no time did she complain about what I was doing. In fact, she was pushing her breasts into my hands, wanting even more contact. A gentleman should never refuse a request like that, even a non-verbal one. I slid her blouse and bra up until her arms were raised and then helped her to slide her arms out of the sleeves. Once they were just around her neck, a simple pause in kissing allowed them to slide right over her head. Then we were once again kissing.

Sharon slowly became aware that she was nude from the waist up when I left her lips to kiss her earlobes and neck on my way to her breasts. At first, I'm not sure she knew how to react, and she just cradled my head as I started to suckle her nipples.

When the sensations started to overwhelm her, Sharon threw her head back and cried, "Oh my God."

I continued suckling, switching back and forth between her breasts to ensure equal attention to both. She was now pulling me to her breasts, literally begging for more. Hey, it would be rude to deny that, so I continued to build the passion.

It wasn't until I unhooked and undid the zipper on her skirt that she finally called a pause. "I'm not sure we should go any further," she said.

"Do you want me to stop what I'm doing with your breasts?" I asked.

"Absolutely not," she replied. "I have never felt anything so good before."

I smiled and then continued suckling her nipples and breasts. It wasn't long before her nipples were swollen and both breasts had hickeys below her nipples on her tender breast flesh. Sharon didn't seem to mind, and I pushed her closer and closer to an orgasm. Even though she had stopped me from pulling her skirt and panties down doesn't mean that my hands were idle. My fingers found her panties under her skirt, and I was rubbing her vulva and all of her sensitive bits through her panties.

I guess that Sharon felt safe as long as my clothes were on, and she let me continue to suckle and fondle her through her panties. She didn't even resist when my fingers found their way through the leg hole of her panties and into her wet vulva. Of course, it was only a matter of time before her panties had been moved to gain easier access to her pussy, and then the panties were sliding down her legs. She never even noticed as they slid down off one of her feet and her legs were unrestricted.

My fingers were playing a tune between Sharon's vaginal entrance and her clitoris while I continued suckling her nipples above. When her body reached the tipping point, she started orgasming, and I slid down to suck and kiss her labia and clitoris. This, of course, intensified Sharon's orgasm, and her legs were squeezing my head. When Sharon finally came down from her climax, she lay there practically incoherent.

I could have easily taken advantage of her vulnerability at that time and entered her with my cock, but I didn't. I had told Sharon that we didn't have to have intercourse, and I didn't want her to lose trust in me. I softly continued to lick up her juices and suck her labia and clitoris (although it was almost too sensitive to touch). Finally, she motioned me to come back to her face.

Even though my face was covered in her natural lubricant, Sharon started kissing me deeply. "That was the most beautiful feeling I have ever experienced," she said. She could feel my cock on her tummy even though I still had my pants on. "Would you like me to do something about that?"

"Sure," I replied. Sharon rolled me over onto my back and started unfastening my belt and pants. Then, she slid everything down my legs, including my boxers.

"I'm probably not very good at this," she said. "I don't have much real experience."

"It's OK," I replied. "I'm sure it will feel great."

With that, Sharon bent down to kiss the tip of my cock, and then she sucked the head into her mouth. She might not have had much experience, but she definitely had good instincts. She was sucking and moving her head up and down my cock as her hands stroked the remainder of the shaft. I wasn't surprised that Sharon wasn't able to fit my whole cock into her mouth. Few girls could, and it usually only came with lots of practice.

It took a while to bring me off, and she had to pause a few times to move her mouth and get the cramps out of her jaws. Eventually, I was getting close, and so I warned her, "I'm going to cum." Instead of pulling off like I thought she would, Sharon instead kept my cock in her mouth and continued to suck and stroke it. I shot spurt after spurt of semen into her mouth.

At first, I think she was surprised by the quantity, but Sharon quickly swallowed, and was able to continue sucking as my orgasm continued providing her with more spurts. When my orgasm finished, I was drained, and she pulled her mouth off of my cock. Sharon swallowed one last time, and then smiled at me. "I did it," she said.

"You sure did," I replied. "That was amazing." She smiled again and then moved up to kiss me again. I could taste my semen in her mouth, but a gentleman doesn't complain when a woman does him such a huge favor. I noticed that her legs straddled my waist as we kissed, and our kisses caused our bodies to slide against each other. It was soon evident that my cock was pressing against her vaginal entrance.

"I said I wouldn't do this," she said, "But I don't want to stop." With that, Sharon pushed down against my cock, and the head slid through her hymen and into her vagina. A sudden gasp was her only reaction, and then she slid the rest of the way down onto my cock. "Oh my God. I feel so full."

It felt pretty good to me as well. Although I hadn't expected this, it was certainly a pleasant surprise. I let Sharon lay there on top of me, getting used to my cock deep within her vagina until she finally started to slide slowly up and down my shaft. Then, I thrust against her with every stroke. The tempo built until we were fucking at a pretty good rhythm. My cock was now pressing firmly against her cervix with every thrust, and it was drawing another gasp from her every time I pressed into her.

I asked if we could roll over, and she nodded her consent. Once on top, I was thrusting deep into her with power, and Sharon was thrusting back against me with every stroke. For having not started out with this end as a goal, the day was ending really well for me.

I asked her if she was on birth control, and she nodded, so when she went into orgasm again, and it dragged me into my own orgasm, I emptied my balls through her cervix and deep into her womb. It seemed to go on and on, with my cock pumping spurt after spurt of seed into her depths.

Sharon was the first to regain her composure. "I was surprised when you came in me," she said.

"What?" I asked. "I thought you said you were on birth control."

"Not really," she replied. "My head was just moving from having you thrust into me. I thought I said 'No,' but maybe I didn't say it loud enough. In any case, I'm not on any birth control, and I am probably in my fertile time."

I shook my head. "Great. This is wonderful. Don't worry. If anything happens, I will be there for you. Please get on the pill now though. It is likely that we will do this again."

Sharon hugged me and said, "Thank you. It was wonderful, and I too am sure this will happen again." Then, she reached up to kiss me again. My cock was still deep in her vagina, and it didn't seem to want to go soft. She was soon pressing against me, initiating another round.

"You know," I said. "If we do this again, it will probably increase the chance that you will get pregnant."

"I know," she replied. "I don't care right now. We are already taking that risk."

I nodded and started stroking into her again. Sharon was responding by pressing her hips into me with every stroke. It wasn't long before we were bouncing along at a good tempo, the rhythm and power increasing with every succeeding stroke. I felt the seed rising in my balls and asked, "Where do you want me to cum?"

"In me," she replied. "The risk is already there."

So, that was what I did. I was overtaken by waves of pleasure and started shooting my seed deep into her womb again. It pushed her over the edge, and her body melted around my cock, milking the rest of my seed as we remained joined.

This time, when I recovered, I pulled my cock from her vagina. It seemed like her body was trying to hold me inside as I withdrew, but my cock was finally laying against her thigh. There was blood on my cock and around her pussy, so I asked her if she would like to get a shower.

"With you?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered. "We can scrub each other's back."

"OK," she replied, and we made our way into the shower. The shower was a good experience, but we didn't make love again. We didn't have much time before her mom would be home, and I thought it would be best if I wasn't there when she arrived. Therefore, we showered, dried each other off and dressed before I left for home.

Thursday brought another art class, and Sharon greeted me cheerfully. She said she had seen her doctor the day before, who put her on birth control pills. She would start them when her period came. I was still hoping that she wasn't pregnant, since Sharon wouldn't be sure that she wasn't pregnant until she got her period.

Thursday afternoon brought tutoring at Shirley's house, followed by about three hours of sex. It was good having a few girls providing me with regular sex now.

I showed up at Sharon's house at 10 AM on Saturday, and she had everything ready. She wanted me to pose laying down on her bed (various versions of this would become common). I stripped down and she posed me as she wanted. I asked her to strip down too, since that would keep my attention during the session. She complied.

Then, she began drawing. Every once in a while, she would let me have a break (it is difficult to remain in one position for a long time), and I would get to see her work. I quickly realized that Sharon was much more talented than I was, but maybe I could learn from her on this. At the end of our session she announced, "Done," and showed me the drawing. It was beautiful and definitely worthy of an art portfolio. It may have been good enough to go into a gallery, but I never considered myself a good judge of art.

I knew that my drawings wouldn't be nearly as good, and I told her as much. Of course, Sharon said we would see during the next session. Then, she came over to the bed, straddled my hips, and leaned down to kiss me. It didn't take long before my cock was responding to her sliding over it, and the tip seated against her vaginal entrance.

One little push was all it took to start sliding into her depths. Her eyes were open as Sharon kissed me and slid down over my cock. My hands started massaging her beautiful breasts, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. She arched her back, bringing her nipples up to my lips, and I latched on as soon as one came in range. That brought a gasp from her lips and a thrust of her hips to seat my cock deeply in her pussy. Then, Sharon rolled us over, so I was on top looking down at her. I couldn't reach her nipples with my lips, but I could still massage her breasts as I fucked her.

We fell into a steady rhythm for a while, both of us enjoying the sensations we were feeling. I increased the tempo, plowing her like a field of corn. Her body was responding, pressing against me with every stroke, our bodies slapping together in a wet cacophony of sound.

This went on until both of us came to our climax together. I felt Sharon's body trembling under me, waves rippling through her vagina, and my cock responded by pumping her full of my seed. By the time we had both finished, we were exhausted, and collapsed into each other's arms.

That was when she said it. "I love you." I winced, but luckily Sharon's eyes were closed, so she didn't see my reaction.

We fell asleep in each other's arms and woke up about an hour later. I needed to get home because I had some errands to run, so I got dressed, kissed her goodbye and drove away. I would have to figure out how to talk with her about her emotions. I would marry her, if she was pregnant, but I wasn't in a hurry to do so otherwise.

Sunday was my day for tutoring Beatrice. I met with Sharon again on Tuesday for tutoring, and of course we made love again. This time, we made love a second time in the shower. Sharon still hadn't gotten her period, and I was starting to get worried. The next Saturday, it was my turn to draw her. I posed her in a position that exposed all of her to my sight. She had a beautiful body.

I did my best to do Sharon justice on my charcoal pad, but unfortunately, my skills weren't on the same level as hers. That may have been a good thing because she was barely recognizable in my drawing. She still praised my drawing, but offered me some tips on how to improve the work.

She leaned in to kiss me when I got discouraged. Sharon made me realize that it was OK. She reminded me that my goal wasn't to become a great artist, but rather just to learn how to draw. Practice would provide improvement, so by continuing to draw her, my skills would improve. By the time I realized what she was saying, she was once again straddling my body, sliding her pussy over my cock. Eventually, the tip of my cock slid into her vaginal entrance, and we were once again fucking.

"I don't like you being depressed," she said as we slid against each other. "I want you to be happy."

We continued to fuck against each other until I had once again emptied my balls into her womb. I was really worried that Sharon was pregnant, but I couldn't stop myself when she wanted me to shoot all of my seed deep in her womb. We would probably know if she was pregnant within about a week. She would either have her period or I would have to start changing my plans. Sharon's period due date came and went without any blood, but luckily, it started about a week late. She started on birth control pills, and we never had to worry about pregnancy again.

Sharon and I continued our twice-a-week schedule for the rest of the fall semester. We had our talk about emotions, and both of us concluded that neither of us needed a serious relationship until after we graduated from college. She still said, "I love you," every once in a while, but I never worried about it again.