Joan was a petite, 19-year-old, brunette. She was 5'2" tall. Her body was accented by nice pair of B-cup breasts and rounded hips that were just large enough to give her some very nice curves. She had very little body fat. Her belly was soft but flat. She usually wore her hair in a style that framed her face in a soft oval. Joan was not a glamorous beauty. She did however present an appearance that was deliciously cute. On top of her enticing appearance, Joan had a very sweet personality to go with it.
Unbeknownst to Joan, she had played a staring roll in the wet dreams of almost every boy who knew her in high school. She had dated a few of the luckier boys, while the rest had merely drooled over her in their thoughts and dreams.
Bill, also 19, was a very good athlete. He had played sports all through his high school career. He was 5'11" and weighed 210 pounds. He kept his light brown hair cut short and neatly combed. His friends teased him about his military haircut. Bill had kept his solid body in excellent condition during the summer following high school graduation. When he enrolled in college, the football and basketball coaches had both been disappointed. Bill hadn't even tried out for their teams. Bill wanted to concentrate on his studies instead of sports.
Unfortunately for Bill, he had not been one of Joan's boyfriends. They had always been friendly toward one another during their high school days, but they had never been on a date. Even though Bill frequently wanted to get to know Joan on a more personal level, one of them or the other, always seemed to have something going with someone else.
Joan and Bill had many things in common though. They had known each other since they had been in the 8th grade. They had hung out with the same group of friends all through high school. Both were good students, and had known early in their Junior year they would be going to the same state university.
Early in their Senior year of high school, Joan and Bill had applied to, and been accepted by the state university several hundred miles from their hometown. Their acceptance was contingent on their high school graduation, of course. As resident college freshmen, they would be away from home and on their own for the first time. They were both excited and frightened by the new challenges college would offer. They were also fearful of the idea of being totally on their own. Though they were very good high school students, Joan and Bill had promised to help and support each other at college if either needed it.
Within a week after the start of their college classes, both Joan and Bill realized they needed that help. Bill was strong in math and the sciences. Joan excelled in English, had wonderful writing skills, and was strong in US history. Their skills and weaknesses complimented each other. They were soon studying together almost every night.
The study sessions were held in Joan's dorm room. Her room was much more spacious than Bill's and afforded them more comfort when they spread out their textbooks and papers.
Bill shared his very small dormitory accommodations with a roommate. It was little more than one room with a communal bathroom at the end of the hallway.
Joan, on the other hand, had a small apartment to her self. It consisted of a small living room, a bedroom with two twin beds, and a private bathroom. She was supposed to have had a roommate. However, the prospective roommate had gotten ill just prior to the beginning of classes. She still hadn't arrived on campus. So, Joan had the entire apartment to her self.
As Bill and Joan studied together, their personal relationship gradually changed. They were slowly growing closer. What had started out as two friends helping each other with homework, had grown to become something more. After several weeks, their study sessions had begun to be interrupted by periods of playful teasing, prodding, hugging, and quick gentle kisses on their cheeks. In addition to their homework sessions, they spent most of their free time together.
One chilly Friday evening, Bill arrived at Joan's room carrying his backpack full of books. He also carried a college student's basic survival rations, a pizza and a cheap bottle of wine.
As Bill entered Joan's apartment, he said. "We've been working hard on school work. Since we don't have class until Monday, how about helping me with this pizza and wine. We can study tomorrow night."
With a smile spreading over her face, Joan agreed. They had been working very hard since the start of classes, and their good test scores reflected that work. So, she too felt they deserved a break.
Joan put her books away and turned on the TV. She and Bill settled on the couch to watch TV and eat. As the pizza disappeared and they drank the wine, they became playful with each other, as they usually did. Then, as they finished the last of the wine, Joan laid her head on Bill's shoulder and settled in to watch a movie that had just started on TV.
With his left arm around Joan's shoulders, Bill gently pulled her toward him and tried to kiss her cheek.
This time, however, Joan resisted, briefly. She turned her head to face him. Instead of the playful peck on the cheek they usually shared, she gave him a passionate, lip to lip, tongue darting, open mouth, extended lip lock.
As they breathlessly broke the kiss, both Bill and Joan gazed into each other's eyes. Something had just happened. Something had changed between them. They again shared a long passionate kiss. Bill scooted to the end of the couch, turned Joan so her back was toward him, and gently laid her onto his lap.
She offered no resistance. Joan, her neck and head cradled in Bill's right arm, smiled up at him. He was gazing into her bright hazel eyes. Bill wrapped his left arm around Joan's waist and, with his right arm, pulled her face toward his as he bent to kiss her.
They kissed again. Only this time, they kissed with a passion neither had known before. Both knew their relationship was rapidly changing. No longer would they be just friends and study partners. They were becoming much more.
As they broke their kiss, Bill hugged her and softly said. "I've been wanting to do that for years, but you always seemed to have a boyfriend."
"Oh Bill, I wish you had asked me out. I've had a crush on you since we were in the 9th grade. I was so jealous of the girls you dated." Joan softly replied. "Now, kiss me like you mean it."
Bill again pulled her face toward his. Joan wrapped her arms around Bill's neck and responded as he gave her the most sensual kiss he knew how to give. Their tongues explored each others' mouths as he held her upper body tightly to his. Bill had slid his left hand under her sweatshirt and gently rubbed her back.
When he started nuzzling her neck and ears, she made soft mewing sounds. She was almost purring like a kitten. A quiet gasp escaped from Joan's throat when Bill slid his hand around her body and cupped her right breast.
She wasn't wearing a bra. She seldom wore a bra when not going out in public. Due to her petite size, she really didn't need one.
Her nipples had already stiffened into small hard pebbles. When Bill gently pinched them, a audible groan came from Joan. She raised her chest toward Bill's hand. She whispered to him. "Let's go to the bedroom. We'll have more room in there."
Joan started to sit up, but Bill held her firmly to his chest. He slid his left arm under her legs and, holding her tightly, he stood up. As he effortlessly carried her toward her bedroom, Joan wrapped both of her arms around Bill's neck and shoulders. She kissed and sucked his ears and neck.
When they reached Joan's bedroom, Bill gently sat her on the edge of her small bed. Joan raised her arms as Bill pulled the bottom of her sweatshirt up and off. Even without a bra, her smallish breasts stood proudly out from her chest. Though her peach sized tits were small, they were a firm pliable handful. Her hard nipples, protruding prominently from her breasts, were just begging to be sucked. And, that's just what Bill did.
Dropping to his knees, Bill proceeded to kiss, lick, suck, and gently nip all over both of Joan's breasts. As his mouth worked on one boob, his hand kneaded and tenderly pinched the other.
Joan was continuously moaning. With her eyes closed, she had her head tossed back and rolling from side to side. With both hands, she firmly held Bill's head to her chest. Joan lay back on her bed pulling Bill with her.
Bill stood, removed his shirt, and slid into bed next to her. When he returned his attentions to her breasts, Joan again pulled his head tightly to her chest. Bill lavished attention on Joan's chest until she nudged his hand toward her stomach.
He slowly slid his right hand down her belly to her jeans' waistband. With a quick snap and zip, he gained access to her panty-covered crotch. When he put his thumb under the left side of her jeans' waistband, Joan did the same on the right side. She raised her hips off the bed, and, with a quick push and a few kicks, Joan's jeans flew through the air over the end of the bed and landed on the floor.
Bill quickly got out of his jeans as well. They joined Joan's pants on the floor.
Bill and Joan were thinking similar thoughts. Their long held dreams and desires for each other were about to come to pass. Neither of them wanted to hurry. Both wanted this night together to last as long as possible.
As Bill cradled Joan in his right arm, his mouth continued to minister to her tits, and he stroked her panty-covered pussy with his left hand.
Joan's pubic hair was nearly as soft as the hair on her head. She arched her back and pushed her chest up to meet Bill's suckling mouth. Her pelvis rocked up as he petted her soft bush and vulva.
Bill enjoyed gently stroking Joan's pussy through her panties as though he was petting a beloved kitten. The results were much the same. Like a kitten, Joan was continuously purring.
Slowly, Joan spread her legs giving Bill greater access to her pussy. As Bill rubbed up and down Joan's slit, her panties rapidly became soaked with her natural lubricating juices.
Pulling her panties aside, Bill stroked Joan's extremely wet pussy. Gently spreading her outer lips with his fingers, he slowly inserted a finger in her. As he stroked in and out of her hot lover's tunnel, a second finger soon joined the first.