Chapter 2
I'm certainly glad that I finally got out of that high school. What a bunch of prudes there. Just because you fuck one boy a few times, they think you're going to marry him. I guess if I had gotten pregnant, I would have been stuck for life, and I certainly am not about to get married, when there are so many beautiful men in the world. Here it was my first day at college and not a good looking man in sight. Oh well, I have a few more years to look around.
I shared my room with one girl named Abby. She didn't seem like much of a swinger, but you can never tell at first sight. You know what they say about judging a book by its cover. I've got a good body now, thirty-eight, twenty-six, thirty-eight. I wear my hair long, very long and don't wear much makeup. My clothes are mostly conservative, on the sexy side. It's kind of hard to hide my body. Abby and I got along right away. She was a little dumpy, but very pleasant.
Our room wasn't too bad. Yellow burlap on the walls and flowered drapes. We each had a three quarter bed, one dresser, and one closet. Our dresser was low so that we could also use it as a desk to study on. The best thing about the whole room was that we could see the boys dormitory about one block away. Of course to get a real good view, a pair of binoculars would help.
Abby told me that she had a steady boyfriend, but that he was a drag. We decided to go out the first chance we got and scout up some new material. Chris and I made it just about a few hours before, so I wasn't the least bit horny, at the time. Chris said that he would come up to see me whenever I wanted him to. I must have been better in bed than I thought. He lived two hundred miles away from this school. He was still the only one that ever fucked me, so I was very anxious to try someone new.
After Abby and I got set for our classes, we strolled down to the local hamburger place to get something to eat. Some of the local talent sat next to us and made their usual lines try to work for the ten-thousandth time. I gave them back a few fast answers, and they gave up on us and tried a few other girls. Our waiter looked kind of groovy. He was the boy next door type, studious looking but with a very sexy look in his eyes. I had to come back to this place again. I found out that his name was Kevin and that he was working his way through school. He was studying to become a doctor, and as far as I'm concerned he can play doctor with me anytime.
We strolled around the campus for awhile meeting some of the other students, and getting familiar with our new surroundings. There certainly were enough boys in this school. But Abby and I decided that we weren't going to start flirting until after we started our classes.
The next few weeks went by very fast. I saw Kevin almost every day, and we were becoming pretty good friends. He helped me with some of my school work. I even started getting my hamburgers free. He had a friend that Abby adored, but you know how men are. I told Abby that if she wanted to get somewhere with him that she would have to do something to make herself look better, so we immediately put her on a diet, with help from everyone. We even went as far as taking the food out of her mouth. With the help of the other girls we redid her step by step. She kept to her diet, as we watched her closely.
We decided to watch football practice one day and I was glad we did. There was a guy there, with a body that didn't end. I tried everything to make him look at me, but no luck. I went home that night and took a good look in the mirror at myself. I didn't see anything wrong, so I decided to make another play for the guy, the following week. I wasn't about to give up so easy. I put on the tightest slacks and sweater I could find. Then Abby and I walked over to the field. One of the guys came over to talk to us and invited us to a party in their dormitory that night. Well, I was in. What better place for us to meet but to a party in his dormitory. Yes, I checked. He lived there.
That night I couldn't wait for eight o'clock. I put on my lowest cut dress and off I went. My big hunk of man didn't show up for about an hour. Somehow or other I slinked around to where he and his friends were sitting. I introduced myself and they seemed very friendly. We talked about school for awhile, but no matter what I did, I couldn't get a gleam in his eye for me. We had one dance together and I could feel all of him but his hard on. I couldn't imagine what was wrong, until I came back from the ladies room. I saw him holding his friends hand, and his friend didn't look like a female to me. Damn it, what a rotten waste.
Two months already and I still haven't found a suitable stud. I've certainly had enough offers, but when it comes to sex, you either feel it or you don't.
We have a substitute teacher for English this week, what a drag that's going to be. Might even have to get some work done, for a change. Just the same old faces every day in the same classrooms. All of us were sitting around talking about our regular nothing news, when a deep sexy voice said, Good morning, and started to introduce himself to us as Mr. Clint Shelby, our teacher for the week. The class got very quiet, as we all looked up, to look him over. Wow, did his name fit him. He was the most beautiful person, I had ever seen. If I could get an erection, I would have had a whopper. He had kind of short hair, mod style, cut over his most handsome face, which shadowed his just about perfect body.
It was the shortest class that I ever attended. How do I get to a teacher, I was wondering. I knew it was against the rules. But rules were made to be broken. He gave us a poem to read, the usual garbage required reading we must absorb, to forget the day after. It was my last class, so I had plenty of time to plan and scheme. Abby met me at the diner and we had our usual hamburger with french fries and talked to Kevin for a while. He was very busy but then he found time to ask me out Sunday. What a time he picked. Here I was trying to concentrate on my next lover and Kevin asks me out. I hated to say no, but I did and I told him that we would make it the Sunday after.
On the way home, I told Abby about my intentions. She was shocked.
"But he's colored," she said.
"What does that mean?" I asked her.
I told her that we all had some kind of color, and most of the white people I know can't wait until summer to get dark, so what's the big deal.
"I don't know about you Abby," I said, "you couldn't have forgotten your biology from high school already." Didn't you learn that there are only two differences in people anywhere. Male and female."
I left her thinking that one over. Now that I thought about it I guess I was brought up with people that thought the same way she did. I guess I just decided to use my own brain, instead of someone else's, to think with. Color, how stupid, I thought if the first moon man came to earth, and had green and purple stripes running up and down his body, would that make him any less sexy. No, it wouldn't take his sex appeal away from him, if he had any. It must be terrible, wasting your life away not liking something that can't be changed anyway.
The next day I wore my turtle neck pink sweater that fit me just right and my purple mini skirt. I even set my hair so I could wear it long and natural. In my short life I found that most men like the natural look, even if it takes us two hours to look that way. I sat in the best position I could, so that Mr. Shelby would notice my legs. I volunteered to answer a few questions right and after that, I caught him looking at me a few times when he thought I didn't see. How could I not see. I hadn't taken my eyes off him once since I got to class. Wow, he was something else. Every once in a while he sat at the end of his desk to explain what we were discussing. He didn't have much between his legs that I could see, but that didn't stop my pussy from calling to him. It felt as though it was clutching for him. How I got through that day without raping him, I don't know.
The next day was a bleary and dismal day. The rain was coming down like cats and dogs. I wore one of those see through raincoats, with a sharp red slack outfit under it. No matter what I did though didn't seem to impress Mr. Shelby at all. I was just about to give up, when he and I were caught in the same doorway in the rain. We talked about everything but what was on my mind. After a few minutes, he asked me if he could drop me somewhere, as his car was in front of us.
I of course said that I wanted to grab a hamburger before going home. I gave him a perfect excuse to be with me, and he picked it up. We stopped at some drive-in about five miles from the school and ate. On the way back he told me that it was against the rules for teachers to be with a student, but he had been looking at me all week and he couldn't seem to stop himself from asking me out somewhere. He said that he had gotten the impression that I wanted to be with him also. I told him that he was right and why didn't he stop the car so that we could get to know each other better.
By that time I was already calling him Clint. He told me that he was only going to be in town for a few more days, then he was going to teach in California.
"Then let's not waste any more time." I said.
As he started to kiss me, I could see the leaves being blown past the windows of the car. But the window soon became steamed and I closed my eyes awaiting paradise. Oh this was worth waiting for. Feeling his arms around me and his soft wet kiss on my mouth, my neck, then his tongue probing in my ear, sending cold chills down my spine, followed by his hands. His hands were everywhere, touching and caressing and wanting me. I returned his ardor. All the want I had stored up was now bursting forth.
We got to a state where it didn't matter where we were, or who saw us. This was right, this was pure animal sex, as we tore off each other's clothes, pulling, unable to get them off fast enough. Our naked bodies exposed, for any or all to see rubbing on each other. His hands were clutching my breast and his soft demanding lips now hard with passion were trying to consume them. As our bodies moved together, he soon found entry into me, and the thrill of the first push shattered my mind. Sweat was pouring off our bodies as we clung together in our need for each other. I could feel him going in and out of me, in and out slowly, exploring every part of my insides, with his big brown dick. Then he grabbed my ass and pushed himself deep inside me harder and faster and faster, until I exploded. But he didn't stop. He was near to his climax now and I could feel his body getting harder until all at once he started to kiss me and bite my neck and when I thought that I couldn't stand the ecstasy anymore, I could feel his hot sperm inside of me, running down my legs, spreading warmth over my whole body. We just held on to each other until our heads went back into place. Very slowly, we separated and relaxed.
As we smoked our cigarettes, I thought to myself, so this is what sex is really about. Wow! We cleaned ourselves up the best we could under the circumstances and started the drive home. We made arrangements to see each other the following night. He told me that a friend of his had a little one room cabin a few miles out of town and he was sure that his friend would let him use it the next night. He let me off a block from the dormitory and told me where he would meet me. I told Abby all about it, as she was waiting up, leaving out nothing. She told me that she had had sex a few times, but it was never that good. I took a douche, and did the usual things girls do before going to bed to have a beautiful dream about my new and exciting lover.
Abby kept asking me questions, but I just didn't tell her any more as it was still fresh on my mind, and I wanted to go to sleep so I could think of what we might have missed so tomorrow night we wouldn't miss anything. When I got to class and Clint and I looked at each other the first time, I felt as though everyone knew, not that I cared but it can be an uncomfortable feeling. We tried to avoid looking at each other to no avail. The want and need was still there and convention can be a horrible thing. I know that he wanted to hold me as much as I wanted him to.
The class seemed to be hours long. It was unbearable to be this close and not touch. Finally the hour was up. Some of the kids wanted to stop in the diner, but that was the last place I wanted to go then.
Two hours later Clint met me and as soon as I got in the car, he started to kiss me. I knew then, that he had wanted me in class, as much as I wanted him. We began to drive on to his friends place. Driving along he told me that this was the greatest thing that ever happened to him in a long time and that he would never forget me, but that keeping in touch wouldn't make much sense. We both agreed that we should never see each other again and keep this as a special memory, our special memory. He told me that the cabin was about six more miles, and why didn't I rest while he was driving. I stretched out and put my head in his lap. He was driving sixty miles an hour, but it soon went down to twenty, as I was kissing and blowing his lovely penis through his pants. I kept blowing on it hard until the heat became so uncomfortable for him that I had to open his pants. He didn't have the biggest prick in the world, but the head was big by comparison to the rest of it. I ran my tongue up and down the vein and kept teasing him until he stopped the car and told me to do it the right way. First he kissed me a few times, then pushed my head down again. He held my head still and began to fuck my mouth. I broke away from his grasp and started to lick his balls.
"Oh you want to play," he said, "Okay."
I stopped what I was doing and started to laugh. He unfastened my slacks and pulled them down with my panties. Then he got me in some sort of position where I was eating him again and he was playing with me. He started the car again and was driving and finger fucking me at the same time. Every time I tried to pull my head away he pushed it back again.
"You started it," he said, "now you finish it."
I tried my best to make him come, but he wouldn't let me. I knew he wanted to. I tried to get his fingers out of me, but he wouldn't take them out.
Just then he stopped the car. He moved over to my side and sat me on his lap with my back towards him. He pushed me up and down on his joint five strokes and came. By this time, with all the finger fucking he did I was ready to burst.
"Hey, what about me," I said as he started the car again. He laughed and said, "that will teach you to tease a man when he's trying to drive."
Oh yes, I was teasing him, but I had gotten myself in such a state, that I didn't think we would ever arrive at the cabin, as my crotch was on fire and his reasoning didn't help to cool it off.
We finally arrived at the cabin. It was one of those log cabin jobs with a fireplace. It had only kerosene lamps to light the place, but there was hot and cold running water and the heat was on. There was even a refrigerator with some food in it and of course champagne, why not. Clint told me to open the champagne while he took a fast shower. As I tried to open the bottle, I looked around the room. It was very clean and neat. There was a big couch or bed in the corner. Couldn't wait to try it out with Clint.
He came walking back into the room with his beautiful skin covered only with a towel, around you know where. He gave me a fast kiss and told me to take a shower while he started the fireplace going. He handed me a robe and said that it would keep the chill away until he could do a better job himself. As I was drying myself, I could hear the wood crackling and smell the pine burning.
"Come on honey, hurry up, this being our last night I don't want you to spend all the time in the shower."
My lover was calling out to me, so I wrapped the robe around me and walked over to where he was waiting for me. He asked me to back up and take off the robe so that he could see my beautiful body to remember. I let the robe slip off me to the floor. He walked over to me and began to run his hands lightly up and down my body. He knelt on the floor and started to kiss my feet, working his way up to my ankles, my calves and thighs. He licked and caressed the insides of my thighs and then got around behind me and started to lick the backs of my legs.
When he got up to my ass, I grabbed him, but he told me to relax and don't do anything except enjoy what he was doing. So I just stood there reflected in the warm firelight and he ran his tongue up the crack of my ass into my asshole. Then he came around the front again and kept running his tongue up and down, in and out of my pussy.
He was slowing driving me to a frenzy. Then he picked me up in the air and held me over his head still eating me. His face was buried in my cunt and all I could do was hold his head. He threw me on the bed. He pulled me over to the edge and held my legs apart by the ankles. Then he put his prick in my hot, wet throbbing cunt. He kept pulling me off and on him like a wonderful wild man. Then he turned me over, and started eating my asshole again. Sticking his tongue in and over until I wanted more than his tongue in me. He had my ass over the side of the bed on two pillows. He stuck one finger in my cunt and one in my asshole. Then he put another finger in each hole. He took the two fingers out of my ass and stuck his tongue in again. While he was finger fucking my pussy with three fingers now, with his other hand he put two fingers back in my asshole. It was nice and wet from his tongue. As he pulled them out of my ass, he shoved them in my cunt. Back and forth over and over.
I started to move with him then. Oh it was so good. Then he took his hands away.
"Oh," I cried out, "please don't stop."
He put his big brown cock in my mouth and fucked it about ten times. Then he took it out and stuck his tongue in my asshole again. I was all wet and slippery by then.
He held my ass up and rammed his cock in my wet pussy. He took it out and put the end of it in my ass. He told me to relax and it wouldn't hurt much. He put one hand around the front of me and started playing with me. He shoved his cock in a little more, and more. I told him that it was hurting, so he began to finger fuck me again, until he had three fingers in and his hard cock. God, it was wonderful being fucked all over. His other hand squeezed my breast together as I played with his balls, watching his ass going back and forth, pushing his cock into me again and again. Feeling his fingers fucking my hot cunt.
"Oh Clint," I said, "I'm coming, I'm coming."
"Hold on honey, I'm coming too."
"Fuck me Clint, fuck me ... Ohhhh."
The champagne was delicious and cold and my ass hurt. Oh was I sore. If I had Clint for a husband, I wouldn't make one year of marriage. But, what a way to die.
We had a long talk about how funny life can be. You finally find somebody that's right for you out of millions of people and then you have to say goodbye. Goodbye can be such a sad word at times.
Eventually we gathered up our clothes and straightened up the mess we had made. A few sweet kisses, one more look at our scene of love and then a closed door. We entered the car and as the miles went by we seemed to drift away from each other as we knew that this was the end — it must not happen again, even though we both wanted it to, we knew that it wouldn't.