Chapter 1: Meeting Janey

Wherein I meet lovely Janey and begin my campaign to conquer her overwhelming fear of pregnancy (and her virtue). My initial success is limited to receiving a reluctantly administered hand job.

I'm sure that my parents thought that Janey was an old-fashioned 'plain, nice girl'. No doubt her parents thought the same except for the 'plain' part. In fact they were likely all correct.

I met Janey on a train returning from a college football game. She was a senior and I was a freshman but one who had worked some years before enrolling. I was therefore older than she a bit chronologically and a lot in terms of life experience.

She shared my bottle of rum with dainty sips at first and, as the night progressed, with some serious swigs. This was a bit surprising since we were both drinking directly from the bottle and chasing the raw liquor with coke. Between drinks we kissed, somewhat chastely at first but as the alcohol (or was it my lip-skill) loosened her up her mouth opened to admit my tongue. Four hours later we were back at the college, our tongues tired from wrestling and my balls swollen and aching from the extended arousal. And that was far from the last time that Janey left me in that condition.

As I said, my parents thought Janey was a plain, nice girl. She wasn't really that plain but neither was she a beauty. She was a natural blonde with blue eyes and a wide, full-lipped mouth. She was big but not fat. And, although she dressed in ways that disguised them, she had large breasts. I'm a tit man so this was a bonus for me. It took months to get to know them but when she finally let me play with them I had fun. They were soft, somewhere between firm and floppy and she was at least D-cup. But more about them later.

For more than two months I saw Janey at least three times a week and most of those times resulted in aching, swollen balls and a self-administered hand job. We usually ended up against the wall of her college residence as we tangled tongues in extended goodnight kisses. I'm better endowed than average and she must have felt the bulge in my pants that I kept pushing into her belly. Except sometimes when, standing in a dark corner of one of the college buildings I would get my thigh between her legs and use it to rub her pussy through her clothes. I don't know if I ever brought her off that way but I do know that I was able to rub my erect tool against her and blow a messy load into my shorts.

I couldn't get my hands below her waist but she only made token resistance when I slipped my hand under her sweater to feel her brassiere encased breasts. And they felt great. More than a handful and her flimsy bra was easily pushed up so I was able to fondle the lush, soft fleshiness. Her nipples were a study by themselves, long, thick and rubbery hard, like little cocks sticking out and up from her somewhat saggy boobs. And after that first feel she sent me a signal that she liked it as much as I for whenever we were just going nowhere special, i.e. for a necking session, she didn't wear a bra and I had full access to her marvelous mammaries, albeit only underneath her sweater or blouse, but it added to the frustrating pleasure of almost making out with her.

I took her to my home at Thanksgiving but the weather was lousy so we couldn't go outside and the house was too small for privacy so I didn't even get in a good petting session. Christmas though was a milestone of sorts. I went to visit her at her home and each evening had the opportunity for some comparatively uninhibited 'necking'. Finally, on my last night there, I got my cock out of my polo pajamas and forced her to hold it. The result, after five nights of swollen balls, was an almost immediate explosion. I think I blasted semen all the way across the room and I think that occasion laid the groundwork for future successes.

"Joe! Oh No!" Janey gasped in shock when she felt and saw the creamy jet blow from my cock. "No! Don't ever do that again!" But although her words were those of protest her tone was one of uncertainty, almost timidity.

I expected that when the new term began I could expect regular handjobs and maybe get the chance to reciprocate. Such was not the case. Not for a while anyway.

"Please Janey," I begged. "Just hold it."

We were in a corner in the deserted entryway of the science building and I had one hand under her sweater fondling her heavy breasts. My other hand was trying to force her hand down to my crotch but she was resisting as usual.