When I returned to college after the holidays I had a new roommate. Surprise, surprise. My old roommate, Lauralee, had decided over the break to drop out of school and join the Air Force. She wanted to fly. It didn't take long to find out my new roomie had a definite fear of flying.
Mary's mother and father helped her bring in her things as I walked in the door. I watched in horror as they unpacked the stuffed animals. She didn't look like a college student. No, Mary looked like Anna Kournikova. But younger. Anna has breasts as everyone knows. I wasn't too sure about Mary. She wore a very baggy sweatshirt with "I Love Jesus" on the front.
Her father, a Baptist minister, took me aside in the hallway. "Mary has led a rather sheltered life," he explained. "Never been permitted to date or that sort of thing. I would appreciate it, Annie, if you would be like a big sister to her. Be a mentor. Show her the ropes of university life. Mary is quite shy and introverted."
"Of course I will, Reverend Dawson. I'd be happy to help Mary with her first time for everything. Lead her by the hand to class. Take her to the cafeteria. Whatever she needs to know. I see she has a laptop computer. I'll connect it to the network. If she needs assistance with her assignments I'll be right there for her. She seems so sweet and naïve."
"That's wonderful, Annie," the preacher purred. "Mary is extremely intelligent so I'm sure she'll catch on quickly."
"Yes, you have to be smart to get in the honors dorm," I agreed.
Her parents departed reluctantly as Mary clung to them tightly. When they finally left she began to sniffle and huge tears dripped laggardly from misty pale green eyes.
"What's wrong, Mary?" I asked, putting my arm around her and dabbing her face with a Kleenex. I wondered, am I back to babysitting?
"I've never been away from home before, Annie. Not even for a single night. I'm homesick already. I miss my dog. Moses--a wonderful devoted golden retriever."
"Let's go get something to eat," I suggested. "That always makes me feel better when I'm depressed. We'll go the Burger King a block from campus. Dinner is my treat. There is something about a whopper that makes me forget sad and lonely." I smirked but she had no idea what I meant.
We sat in the restaurant devouring whoppers and fries and onion rings. Mary told me her life story and it only took an hour. Sang solos and played the organ in the church. Taught Sunday school to pre-teens. Liked to read Harry Potter books but had to hide them from her father. He said they were of the devil. Her favorite is Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Never had a boyfriend so she said. Father wouldn't permit dating and still won't. He said he had people watching her even now. She looked around suspiciously.
Back at the dorm I stripped off my jeans and sweater. When I undid my bra and let it fall to the floor Mary stared at my breasts so curiously.
"Why are you taking off your clothes, Annie?" she asked a bit anxiously I thought.
"Uh... I'm going to take a shower. We share the bathroom with two other girls in the room on the other side. Personal hygiene has to be... uh... sort of scheduled. I have an 8:00 A.M. class so I wash off the dirt at night. Don't have to get up any earlier than necessary. I jump out of bed when the alarm goes off, throw on some clothes, grab my books, and run out the door. Karen and Suzanne have later classes so they do their thing in the morning. What is your major, Mary?"
"Oh my, that's some tough program I hear. I know a couple dudes here in the dorm who major in plastics. Plan on doing some serious studying."
"I know, I know. But it was that or go to Bible college. Daddy couldn't find one that had a plastics engineering program. Thank you Lord! Maybe I'll take a shower when you are through, Annie. I also have an 8:00 A.M. class."
"Whatever, Mary." I grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom.
After I soaped my hair with shampoo, rinsed it out and applied the conditioner, I adjusted the temperature so it would not be too hot for my sensitive pussy. Then I reclined in a comfortable position in the tub with my legs bent. I have learned not to stand the hard way. Your legs tend to weaken at the moment of truth which makes you susceptible to slipping and falling.
I took the hand held shower head and let the warm water spray all over my body. My breasts tingled. I imagined that my doctor lover Mark's hands caressed me tenderly. Down my body I went slowly until the shower head paused between my legs as I spread them wider. Mark's tongue licked the inside of my thighs in my fantasy. Near my clit then. Tingling, tingling. It felt so good. I relaxed and just savored the moment. And then it happened. I screamed a little and blurted, "Oh fuck, oh God!" a little too loudly. Mary stormed into the bathroom. I hadn't bothered to lock the door. "Annie, are you okay?" I pulled the curtain back to respond to her and she saw me lying there like that and asked, "What in the world are you doing? I thought you slipped and fell or something."
"No, no, it just takes so long to do my long hair and I'm more comfortable sitting down." I stood up. She looked fixedly with wide-opened eyes at my neatly trimmed red triangle.
"I've never really seen a naked woman before," she stated matter-of-factly. "Other than myself." I can't really describe the expression on her face but it was close to desire. "I have to pee real bad," she said urgently. "Please don't look." I turned the water on full blast, held my head down, and concentrated on finishing with my hair.
When I came out of the bathroom draped in a towel Mary had changed into a furry, fleecy pink bathrobe. She went in to shower. I flung the towel on the floor and climbed into bed. I was beat.
About an hour later Mary woke me up. "Annie, Annie?"
"Uh... um... what is it, Mary?"
"I can't sleep. Can I get in bed with you? My mother lets me sleep with her sometimes. She and father have separate bedrooms. I'm lonely and homesick."
"I suppose so, Mary. But if you don't let me go back to sleep I'm going to kick you out." I pulled down the covers so as to invite her in.
"You... you... uh... you're naked."
"Yes, I certainly am, Mary. I sleep in the nude. Can't stand the feel of clothing next to my body in bed. Are you getting in or not?"
"Well... uh... okay." She started to get in with me.
"No way, Mary! You are not wearing that fuzzy pink thing in my bed. I have no intention of itching all night. Take it off or go back to your own bed."
"Uh... I guess so. But close your eyes." I did.
Mary finally snuggled up with her back against me. She had nothing on. I cuddled her like I would a child.
"Yes, Mary?" "Guess what my nickname in high school was."
"I can't imagine. Does it have anything to do with Anna Kournikova? You resemble her. I'm sure people have told you that."
"Yes, they have, but it has nothing to do with her. Try and guess."
I reached my left hand over Mary's shoulder and touched her left breast gently.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"For what, lumps?"
"No, Mary. I wondered if you had boobs. I couldn't tell in that baggy sweatshirt or loose bathrobe. I'm pleased to announce that you do. Very nice. I thought perhaps your nickname in high school might have been 'Stick' or 'Surfboard' or some such thing. I read an interview where Anna said something to the effect that her breasts are absolutely perfect. Unlike other women's because they are so firm and bouncy and don't sag or droop. Just like yours."
"The nickname has nothing to do with my chest, Annie. Try another body part."
"No! Not your pussy?" I could tell by her sigh I was close to the answer. "Blonde Beaver? Although I haven't seen it yet, I assume your hair down there matches that on your pretty little head."
"Nobody at my high school ever saw my pussy. That's the problem. My nickname was 'Virgin Mary.' I hated it." She began to weep.
"Mary, Mary, that's not so bad. It is possible to cure virginity you know."
"Annie, you are so beautiful. I'm sure you have had many lovers. Tell me about them. Please?"
"Not that many, Mary." Not if you didn't include the black football team in the locker room that time. But I didn't count them as lovers. I got fucked but not kissed. And I wasn't about to tell her about that.
I told her about Mark and my rescue from frigidity in more ways than one. How he found me in the upside down Lincoln Navigator after I slid off the road on the ice while trying to avoid hitting a deer. I thought I might freeze to death. Mark found me and warmed me up and then got me real hot. A doctor, he knew some things about a woman's anatomy that most men don't. And he exploited that knowledge until I had more orgasms than I could possibly count. We fell in love after only one day together. He had to go back to San Francisco suddenly due to an emergency and we had not seen one another in over a year. Although we communicate frequently via computer and phone. Soon I would be reunited with my lover. For Valentines Day. I started to cry because of the memories and so did Mary.
"That was simply a beautiful story, Annie. I don't want to be a virgin any longer, Annie. Will you help me?"
"Well... uh... uh..."
"Please, Annie? Please? You have to. I'll die if you don't"
"Virginity isn't fatal, Mary, just very depressing."
"Annie, were you masturbating in the shower? You had a very strange look on your face. I want that look too. Teach me how to do it. I've never touched myself down below. Not like that."
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