My high school girlfriend was an absolute doll – about five-foot-four, pleasingly round, with short blonde hair, big brown eyes, a gorgeous butt and a firm pair of tits that I'd say were probably a size C. Faith was, like me, raised in a very religious home in our small Texas town and had vowed to "save herself for marriage". She even wore a "purity ring" on the third finger of her left hand. I respected her decision to wait even though sometimes, particularly when I was kissing her, I wished she wasn't so dedicated to her vow. Still, we loved each other and, even better, we enjoyed each other's company.
I was a year ahead of her in school, and I went out of state to college. During my freshman year, we would write each other every day, and get in a phone call now and then in those days before long distance was an everyday thing. Trust me, kids, it's hard to keep a romance going when the only communications tools available to you are the post office and a pay phone in the hallway of a dormitory.
I didn't get involved with any of the girls I met, though I did make friends with some girls, including a sophomore girl named Hope. She was a drama major and since I always enjoyed working backstage on the High School plays, I met her during rehearsals for the college production of "Fiddler On The Roof" and really enjoyed her wit and humor. Hope was very pretty, too, in a way that was opposite from Faith. Hope was five-foot-nine, very slender, with small boobs and long dark brown hair that hung clear to her ass. She had the palest complexion of anyone I'd ever met. Many times while talking to her, the twinkle in her blue eyes was enough to make me think to myself, "If I didn't have a girlfriend back home, I'd ask her out," but I never reconsidered my relationship with Faith. I loved her and couldn't wait for her to come to school here so we could be together.
I didn't get to come home at Thanksgiving. I rode a bus to visit a cousin of my dad's who lived about a hundred miles away from the university. We visited them often enough when I was growing up that having Thanksgiving with them wasn't awkward, but I still would have preferred being home with my parents so I could slip away and visit Faith.
Needless to say that by Christmas break I was missing my girlfriend severely. My winter break from college began before the high school finished classes for the semester and, thanks to an early flight, I was home before Faith was out of school for the day. We'd arranged for me to meet her at her house after school, so I told my mom that I was going to see Faith and headed across town, which in this case was about a mile. I was sitting on her front porch when she pulled up in her little Ford Maverick.
Faith jumped out of her car, squealing like a ten-year-old, and ran straight into my arms. Our kisses were frantic, as you'd expect with young lovers who have been separated for four months, and I'm sure any neighbors who looked out their windows were treated to quite a show. It was chaste, yes, but there was a lot of emotion there all the same.
We finally made it into the house where we spent the next couple of hours on the couch in the living room trying to make up for all the kisses we'd missed in our months apart. Kissing and hugging was the limit, and I confess that this was one of those times that I wished my blonde bombshell wasn't so set on preserving her chastity.
Her mom came home first. The key in the lock on the front door was our only warning that we should get ourselves together and try to look like we hadn't been making out for two hours. I'm sure we failed. Our faces were flushed and we were still breathing heavily when Faith's mom came around the corner from the hallway.
"I didn't know you were back, Billy," she said. "I know Faith has missed you. We have as well."
It was fairly common practice for me to greet Faith's mom with a hug, but at the moment I was sporting a boner and was very reluctant to stand. She took care of that issue by sitting by me on the couch and putting an arm around me.
"Can you stay for supper?" she asked.
"I probably shouldn't, even though I'd love to," I told her. "I just got home around one o'clock and still need to unpack."
"Laundry," she chuckled. "I've never known a college kid to bring clean clothes home with them."
"Maybe Faith can come over?" I asked hopefully.
"I have three finals tomorrow," Faith complained. "I really do need to stay home and study. The good news is that I'll be through at Noon tomorrow."
"Want me to pick you up?"
"I'm counting on it, boyfriend," Faith smiled. "I need to show you off to everyone."
Faith's mom retreated to the kitchen to start cooking supper, leaving us to say our goodbyes. The final goodbye of the evening took about five minutes as we stood by my car.
Once Faith was out of school for the holidays we spent every possible moment together, either at her house or at mine. We baked cookies, went shopping for family Christmas presents and took long walks with each other, holding hands constantly and stopping frequently to kiss.
The goodbyes after the holiday recess were tearful and heartbreaking, and I returned to school missing Faith even more than I had before the break began. It was made worse by the fact that the letters we wrote to each other didn't begin to arrive for a couple of days, so the first couple of days back were terribly lonely for me, as I'm sure they were for her.
In the spring, Hope was initiated into the national drama society, and part of that initiation was to be dressed up in costume and recite, to anyone who asked them to, a selection of Shakespeare that the local chapter members had picked out for her. Several others were going through the initiation at the same time, so the snack bar in the student union was full of people in costumes, spouting verse. One guy had to stand on a chair to give his speech from "Much Ado About Nothing"; another had to pace around doing a Hamlet soliloquy. Late in the afternoon I saw Hope in the union and innocently asked her to recite her piece. She blushed bright red, then wrapped her arms around my neck and began.
"Fondling, ' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie. Within this limit is relief enough, Sweet bottom-grass and high delightful plain, Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough, To shelter thee from tempest and from rain Then be my deer, since I am such a park; No dog shall rouse thee, though a thousand bark."
This bawdy selection from "Venus and Adonis" took me completely by surprise, because Hope was normally pretty reserved. Another surprise was that her costume was extremely low cut and showed so much of her small breasts that it was a wonder her nipples weren't visible. I found myself getting hard, and I'm sure Hope could feel my hard-on against her belly, but she didn't let me back away until well after her recitation was finished.
Her red face told me that she was completely embarrassed by the whole thing, but she was a good sport about it. After that, for some silly reason, I would yell "Passion! Lust!" at her when I spotted her on campus. Hope, having gotten over the embarrassment of the initiation, began to yell "Lust! Passion!" back at me. People would stare at us and we'd laugh and go our separate ways. I don't think either of us meant anything by it. At least I didn't. I still intended to be true to Faith.
Faith came to visit the campus for a weekend as a prospective student shortly after spring break. My roommate, thinking it a good time to leave town, decided to go see his parents. John also decided to give me a pack of condoms before he left. I laughed, because I knew that the chance of using them was less than the chance of me graduating Summa cum Laude.
Faith didn't get a very good tour of the campus. We spent most of the time together. I really had missed her and I couldn't get enough of her kisses. Apparently Faith felt the same way, because she allowed my hands to roam more than they ever had before. Normally whenever I'd reach to caress her breasts or even touch her ass, Faith would gently redirect my hand to a "safe" part of her body.
That Saturday night, however, Faith didn't stop me at all as I squeezed her plump ass-cheeks, so I thought I'd try my luck on the other forbidden zones. I could barely contain my excitement as my hand reached her chest. Even feeling those luscious mounds through a blouse and bra was uncharted territory for me, and Faith was the only girl I'd even gone this far with, so it's a wonder I didn't cream my pants right there.
It seemed that Faith was open to letting me do even more, so I began to try and take things further. Fumbling every step of the way, I began to undo the buttons of her blouse. She didn't object at all! She just kept kissing me. Once I had the buttons undone all the way down to her waistband, she stopped kissing me just long enough to pull the shirttails out and shrug the blouse off her shoulders, then she lay back on my dorm bed and pulled me on top of her in the missionary position. We kissed continuously as we lay there, crotch to crotch, and soon Faith wrapped her thighs around me. I reached under her and cupped her ass with both hands.
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