Lost & Found
Chapter 6

Copyright© 2007 by Douglas Fox

Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Kyle Martin goes to PSU seeking football glory. Read about his successes, failures and excesses as he tries to find his place in the world

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/Ma   Consensual   Romantic   Group Sex   Anal Sex   School  

I made a point of bumping into Melissa Addington on Monday after Math 110 was over. I greeted her with a big grin and cheery hello.

"Umm ... hi, Kyle." Melissa answered warily.

"I wanted to apologize again for the way I behaved two weekends ago. I'm really sorry."

"Apology accepted."

"You're really pretty. Would it be possible to start over? You know – forget about my stupidity. We could do dinner and a movie. What do you think?"

"You said you had a girlfriend. I don't play second fiddle to anyone."

"I told the truth to my ex-girlfriend. I wouldn't pull away again if you wanted us to get together. I've enjoyed the time we have spent together in the last two months. I'd enjoy the chance to get to know you better."

"Sorry. I don't think so, Kyle. You've established that you're the kind of guy that would cheat on his girlfriend. I don't think I would want to be your girlfriend."

"Oh," I sighed. "I can understand that, Melissa. I hope we can still be friends. I enjoy talking with you."

"We'll see, Kyle," Melissa answered. She headed off for her next class. I hoped she would be willing to talk with me. She was a nice girl and I did enjoy her company.

I headed for the Lasch Building after my last class in the afternoon, EDPSY. Coach Paterno kept an office in the academic counseling center. I waited outside his office for my 2:45 pm appointment.

Coach Paterno invited me into his office a couple minutes early. He had me sit at the chair in front of his desk. Coach Paterno asked, "How are you adjusting to college life?"

"I guess I'm managing. The classes are a lot harder than I expected."

"Yes they can be. Do you know why I called you in, Kyle?" Coach Paterno asked.

"Yes. I assume it is about my Math 110 mid-term."

"Exactly. You scored a 48%," Coach Paterno commented. "That's not very good. What went wrong?"

"I have trouble in the weekly study session. The grad student who is supposed to help us barely speaks English. I can't understand what he is talking about. That's part of the problem. I probably should spend more time on the homework too. I have so little free time that I am having trouble doing all the homework after each class."

"Boy, if I had a dollar for every football player who came in and told me that story. I can line up a tutor for you Kyle to help you with the Math 110. Do you think that would help?"

"I think it would if the tutor speaks English."

"I can arrange that. Tell me more about how you spend your time. You tell me you don't have enough time to get everything done."

I proceeded to tell Coach Paterno how I have been spending my days. Coach Paterno and I spent a half hour discussing time management, prioritizing, and personal organization. Coach Paterno had excellent suggestions to help me use my available time more efficiently.

Coach Paterno summed it up this way. "When I started coaching freshmen weren't allowed to play. The rules changed years ago. I'm just an old dinosaur now I guess. I still think the rule made a lot of sense. You come to college, away from home for the first time, have to learn how to handle college level academics, learn the team's plays, and you're pressured to learn it fast so you can get on the field. That's a lot to expect of an 18 year old kid. It's understandable that you have trouble. I'll do whatever I can to help you succeed, Kyle."

I asked, "Thanks, Coach. Do you really think it's possible for me to pass my calculus class? A 48 is a pretty bad grade."

"You're not in as bad a shape as you think," Coach Paterno answered. "Mr. Bai says you did well on the two quizzes earlier in the semester. Together they have equal weight to the mid-term." Coach Paterno glanced down at his notes. "You scored an 83 on the first one and an 87 on the second one. Average that with your 48 and your current grade in the course is a 65. Mr. Bai says you can earn a 'C' in the course with an 80 on the final exam. Can you do that?"

"I'd say yes normally. I'm not sure if I can learn enough in the next seven weeks to get my grade up that high."

"Work with the tutor. I know you're intelligent. Put some of the dedication you put into football into your class work. You're here for an education first. Football is important but you have to get your education. You can't play football if your grades aren't satisfactory."

"Yes, sir."

"I'll have one of the tutors get in touch with you," Coach Paterno said. "We will get you back on track."

"Thanks for taking time to meet with me. I'll give your suggestions a try."

I headed to the locker room to get ready for practice. I was a little early so I studied my playbook until it was time for practice to start. I spent the first half of practice with the third string like I had done in the past few weeks.

Part way through practice Coach Schroeder called me to see him. I trotted over to the sideline and waited. Coach Schroeder was talking with Coach Goodwin, our running backs coach. Coach Schroeder looked at me and asked, "Martin, Hayes tells me you have some experience in high school with the reverse play. Is that correct?"

"Yes, sir. My team used that play quite a bit."

"Tell me about how your team ran this play," Coach asked.

I related how we used the reverse, the reverse option where I would throw the ball downfield and the fake reverse to keep our opponents guessing. All the plays started in the same formation. The defense had to watch closely to figure out which of the three plays we were running. This set of plays had kept our opponents off balance and gained us quite a few touchdowns.

Coach Schroeder smiled when I finished describing the plays. "Very interesting. The play you described sounds similar to the reverse we run a couple times a game. I'd like you to go in with the first team and try out the reverse. Hayes will fill you in on the details."

I trotted onto the field and joined Zack and the first team offensive huddle. Zack smiled, "Welcome, Kyle. What's the play?" I described it. "Cool! I see they listened to me."

"Thanks for speaking up for me, Zack. How does this play work here? I didn't know I needed to study it."

"You won't have any trouble with it. Line up on the end where Bo normally is. He'll be in the slot. Run it the same as we did back in high school. Shawn will hand the ball off to you. I'll block out the outside linebacker for you. The blocking is a little different than the Wolverines on the backside. Run like hell and you won't need to worry about that part."


We ran the play. The defense hadn't expected it. Vic Samovitz caught me about fifteen yards downfield when he managed to shed Derek Whitaker's block. Coach Schroeder had us run it two more times. I gained 10-12 yards on the other attempts. It wasn't as good a result as I got in high school. That made sense. Athletes in college were the cream of the high school players. They're quicker, stronger and smarter.

Coach Schroeder didn't pull me from the first team when we were done running the reverse. I stayed in for half a dozen pass plays. Fortunately I knew all the plays we ran. Hopefully Zack Hayes was right that I would get another chance to show our coaches what I could do on the field as a wide receiver.

We were preparing for a home game on Saturday against Wisconsin. They along with Michigan and Ohio State were our toughest conference opponents. Ohio State had two losses (to us and Iowa). They were out of the running for anything important in the Big Ten. Michigan was undefeated and ranked #2 in the nation. They were going to win the conference championship. Wisconsin was ranked #7 and was 7-1. They lost to Michigan like us. We were 6-2 and ranked #11. If we beat them we would have a better conference record and stood a good chance of going to a major bowl. We could end up at the Rose Bowl if Michigan maintained their #2 ranking and went to the BCS Championship Game.

I received a call from my new tutor later on Monday evening. We set up a first meeting for Wednesday afternoon after I was finished with classes. My tutor's name was Kevin Lee. He was a junior majoring in mathematics.

I got to thinking about my romantic needs after I went to bed. I thought about the offer Johara made to get together for some fun in bed. I remembered the special night we had together two years ago. I ended up with a wicked boner that wouldn't go down. I jacked off for relief. I made too much noise and woke Christian again. He bitched about my "self-abuse". I was still horny after I came and pissed off at Christian too. I needed to get real relief over the weekend.

I headed downtown to the drugstore after Math class on Wednesday morning. I wanted to be properly protected if I got lucky on Saturday night. I hadn't used condoms in well over two years. Nothing was going to get in the way of burying my cock in some hot pussy on Saturday night if I could manage it.

Christian was studying in our room when I got back. I didn't make any show of hiding my condoms when I put them in my closet. I know Christian saw them. He frowned but kept his disapproval to himself. I didn't give a damn what he thought about my sexual habits.

Jeremy North wrote me an e-mail on Monday night to ask what had happened between me and Penny. He heard from his girlfriend Kathy. I replied trying to explain what had happened. Both Hal Long and Ed Fritz wrote on Tuesday to express their concern about what had happened.

I met Kevin Lee at the study area in the Lasch Building after I finished EDPSY on Wednesday afternoon. He spent about half an hour discussing the concepts we were working on in Math. He decided we would spend most of our study time together working on problems. Kevin was patient with me when I had difficulty with a problem. He seemed like he would be helpful. I understood his explanations.

The coaches continued to put me in for about half a dozen plays each practice. We practiced the reverse play every day. The video showed Wisconsin's linebackers and defensive backs pursued hard to the ball on each play. We wanted some misdirection plays to slow them down and make them think a little before they pursued the ball.

I tried to break the chill with Melissa Addington after Math class on Friday. I invited her to get some coffee with me. She was polite but not interested. I wanted to ask Kelly O'Keefe from History class to the party on Saturday night but Tanner Riggs beat me to the punch. She was his date on Saturday night.

I did my work out after dinner and spent the rest of the evening studying my playbook. I was going to be prepared if the coaches sent me in as a receiver this time. I hung out at the Lasch Building until 11 pm. Christian was asleep when I got back to our room.

Our game was moved back to 3:30 on Saturday to suit the TV schedule. I spent the morning and the early afternoon preparing myself. I relaxed and listened to my MP3 player as game time approached. I had been through a lot in the last couple weeks. Things weren't quite as grim as I had thought a week ago. The team still valued me. I expected to get on the field as a wide receiver today. They practiced a special play that featured me.

Kevin Lee was helping me get through Calculus. There was a glimmer of hope that I could pull off a passing grade after all. Kevin's emphasis on problem solving felt right for me. The discipline of meeting him in the afternoon after every class was helping. I tried to put into practice the things Coach Paterno told me about managing my time better too.

I felt confident when I took the field for warm-ups. I stopped to talk to Bev, Cindy, Kelly and Jen when I finished warm-ups. I stopped by the other group that had a Kyle's Krazies sign hanging from the railing. I finally found out their names. They were Terry, Mike and Jim. Mike requested, "Try and rip off a long one for us today, Kyle. I think we're gonna need it."

"I'll see what I can do," I answered.

I heard the guys yell "You do that," "Go get'em, Kyle," and "Score for us," as I headed for the locker room. It was nice to have fans on my side.

Coach Burton gave a rousing speech to motivate us. He reminded us that the pundits haven't given our team much respect all year. We were underdogs here at home. Yes, we had lost two games, but they were against the top two teams in the rankings. We did lose, but we were close at the end of each game. Coach Burton wanted us to go out and show the rest of our conference that we couldn't be overlooked.

We took the field fired up to defend our honor and home field. The stadium was a sea of white. Today's game was a "white out". Every fan in the stadium wore white to show their support for our team.

Our team won the coin toss. I lined up in the western end zone and waited for the kick. Wisconsin's kicker didn't get a good hit on the ball. I drifted forward a few yards, caught the ball and advanced. I watched the wedge of blockers engage. Josh Bruno and Trevor Conwell split their men apart. I rocketed through the hole and scanned down the field for the next potential tackler. A linebacker was closing from my right. I cut left and headed for the sideline.

The linebacker lunged for me and missed as I scampered away. Wisconsin's kicker closed on me. He was bigger than most kickers, almost my size. I tried to stiff arm him to get past him. He clung to my arm. I needed a couple steps to shake him loose. It was just enough time for the pursuit to catch me. They shoved me out of bounds.

I tossed the ball to the referee. He marked it at Wisconsin's 41 yard line. Zack patted me on the butt as he headed on the field with our offense. "Good work, Kyle."

"Go score a touchdown," I answered. I sought out and thanked Trevor and Josh for their blocks.

Zack led the team down the field with a quick strike offense. Five plays later Zack found Bo alone in the corner of the end zone for our first touchdown. The drive confirmed our observations when we watched the video earlier in the week. Our offense was faster than their defense. We could spread them out and pass on them.

Our concern was what was going to happen when Wisconsin's huge offensive line took on our defense. Every guy was over 300 pounds. The Badgers had a power running game. They pounded the ball at you until you broke.

Our defense proved up to their first test. They let Wisconsin have one first down before they stopped them and forced a punt. They punted it out of bounds. Zack and the offense used passing to loosen up the Badgers and then mixed in some running plays to keep them off balance. They drove the ball down the field and scored a touchdown on a nine play drive.

Wisconsin responded with a long drive of their own, running the ball up the middle of our line. Coach Czarwinski and the other defensive coaches kept our defensive line fresh by substituting players frequently. Our defense managed to stop them before they could score a touchdown. The score was 14-3 at the end of the first quarter.

The Badgers didn't want to give me a second chance to have a long return. They kicked the ball for the corner of the field to make it difficult for me to get the ball. It bounced out of bounds at our three yard line. Coach Burton was satisfied to have the ball at the 35 yard line so he didn't make Wisconsin kick over.

The Badgers had expected us to pass based on our play calling in the first two drives. We threw them a curve ball by running three times in a row – all runs to the strong side of the field. It was a set-up for our reverse play.

The coaches sent me in after we crossed the center of the field. Our reverse play ran nearly perfectly. The Wisconsin players headed to our right following Shawn's fake. Zack threw a good block on the outside linebacker to get me loose down field. Derek Whitaker screened the cornerback on his side as I ran past them down the sideline. I sprinted as hard as I could go for the end zone. No one touched me before I scored. Cooper Barnes kicked the PAT to bring the score to 21-3 Penn State.

Our third score changed the complexion of the game. Wisconsin couldn't rely on their power running game anymore. They had to try to pass to catch up to us. They didn't have the skill to pull it off. Antwaan Booker grabbed two sacks, Jacob Washington got one – even Trevor Conwell got one when he rotated into the defensive line for his shift.

Wisconsin wasn't entirely toothless. They managed to strip the ball from Shawn O'Conner near the end of the first half. They drove the intervening 23 yards and scored a touchdown. The score was 28-10 at the half.

The second half didn't go better for them. We added 10 points to our tally. I went in for five plays during the second half. I caught a 7 yard and a 24 yard pass while I was on the field. Aaron Morano broke up any pass that went his way. He also grabbed an interception in the third quarter. Wisconsin managed a final touchdown late in fourth quarter when the result of the game was beyond doubt.

My friends and teammates celebrated our 38-17 victory along with 107,000 fans. The media had underestimated Penn State again. We expected our ranking to rise thanks to our victory. The media mobbed Antwaan, Aaron, Shawn, Bo, Evan and Zack after the game. Next season I was going to have to deal with them too, if I managed to do well.

I joined Jay, Damian, Trevor, Shawn Byrd and G. J. for a late dinner. We headed downtown for some pizza. Trevor was totally stoked by getting another sack, his first since our opening game. We headed back to our dorm when we finished to prepare for the party at Zack and Aaron's apartment.

I took another shower even though I doubted I really needed one. I wanted to make sure I smelled sweet when I dove back into the dating pool that evening. Christian was preparing for his date with Bev when I dressed. He just shook his head when he saw me pocket a few condoms. I was totally horny after three months of celibacy. I planned to bone some pretty coed that evening.

The party was already going when Jay and I arrived. I grabbed a beer and mingled while I waited for Johara. She'd come on to me every Saturday night since I started college. I knew I'd be welcomed with open arms (and open legs) to her bed.

I started to worry after forty-five minutes. Johara rarely was late for a party. I followed Miranda Brooks into the kitchen when she went for a drink. I asked, "Miranda, do you know if Johara was coming to the party tonight? We talked about getting together tonight last week."

"Johara? No, she won't be around," Miranda answered. "She went home for the weekend."

"Oh." I tried to react casually. Now what? I still wanted to score a piece. "Thanks for the info."

Miranda went back to the living room. I considered my options. Plan A was dead. Now what? I settled on my old high school plan – hang with Zack Hayes and see if something pretty fell in my lap. I drifted back to the living room and joined the crowd around my buddy. Miranda was there. Briana Peterson too. Jay was hanging out like he usually did. There were a couple girls I had seen before but I didn't know.

Zack welcomed me to the group with a knowing look. I joined in the conversation with the girls, Jay and Zack. We guys flirted with the girls and they returned it in spades. I found out the names of the two girls I didn't know.

The first was Kimberly Frey. Kimberly was a sophomore from Johnstown, Pa. She's studying to be a Landscape Architect. Kimberly was 5'-5" tall and probably weighed around 125 pounds. Blond shoulder length hair framed her oval head. Her ample breasts stretched her tight sweater. I followed her curves down to a nicely rounded ass. Kimberly was all together a nice package.

The second girl was Maria Dixon, a junior studying nursing. Maria was an inch taller than Kimberly. She wore her black hair short. She wasn't as well-endowed as Kimberly, but still she looked good.

Zack took a half hour of flirting to make his decision about which girl he wanted for the evening. Zack whispered an offer to Maria. The look on her face told the other girls immediately who was spending the night with Zack. Zack gave Miranda a kiss on the cheek and whispered to her. She split to make other arrangements for herself for the evening.

Zack whispered to Kimberly next. She glanced at me like she was appraising me. Zack nodded when she looked back at him. He gave Kimberly a kiss. I thought I received the Hayes seal of approval. Kimberly moved a little closer to me.

Zack whispered to Brianna and then gave her a hug. Jay, Brianna, Kimberly and I continued talking when Zack and Maria left. Brianna moved in closer to Jay, invading his space. Kimberly moved close to me. She was quite welcome in my personal space.

Brianna and Jay headed off for the couch in the living room. They had spent a couple Saturday nights together already this term. They knew exactly where things were heading for the two of them – to some available bed for a game of slap and tickle.

Kimberly seemed interested but unsure if I was suitable for her needs this evening. I suggested, "Why don't we get something to drink?"

"Sure," Kimberly said. We headed for the kitchen. I poured two beers from the keg. Kimberly giggled and added, "You aren't trying to get me drunk are you?"

"No, I wouldn't try that," I answered. "I was hoping we'd have some fun together tonight."

We headed back to the living room. There was space beside Brianna and Jay. Those two were closely engaged with each other, kissing and touching. We sat beside them. We exchanged stories about ourselves. Kimberly seemed interested in what I had to say. I listened as she told me more about herself.

I decided to move the conversation a little closer to the subject at the forefront of my mind – sex. I asked, "What's the most outrageous pick-up line you've heard?"

"Pick-up line? Ummm... 'The word of the day is 'legs.' Let's go back to my place and spread the word.' Isn't it horrible?"

"I've heard worse." I answered.

"What?" Kimberly asked.

"Forget about playing doctor. Let's play gynecologist!"

"Oh, that's terrible. How about this: 'You are so selfish! You're going to have that body the rest of your life and I just want it for one night.'"

"Nah, that's not it. How about 'Hi, my name is 'Milk.' I'll do your body good.'?" I answered.

Kimberly said, "I can top that one. 'They say sex is a killer ... Do you want to die happy?' Can you top that?"

"If I told you that you have a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?"

"That's not that bad Kyle. What's your best pick-up line?" Kimberly asked.

"My best? I'm a little out of practice. How about 'Do you mind if I end this sentence with a proposition?' What do you think?" I asked.

"That can't be your best," Kimberly answered.

"You're right. I have one that's better. It's 'What's the most outrageous pick-up line you've ever heard?'" I grinned at her.

Kimberly thought about it for a few seconds before it hit her. I'd used my best line on her already. She laughed. "OK. That is a very good one."

My opening had worked. Kimberly was more comfortable with me. She leaned against my side. I put my arm around her. I felt her relax. We continued talking, but more intimately than before.

Kimberly asked me about how I knew Zack. I explained about our relationship that went back to high school and before. When I finished Kimberly asked, "You've known Zack for quite a few years. Do you know why I was hanging out with him this evening?"

I stared into Kimberly's eyes. She stared back for a second and started to blush. I finally answered, "I know why."

"Zack said I would have fun with you tonight if I wanted to. He was right so far. You're sweet, funny and a good conversationalist. May I be a little blunt?"


"He said you're good in bed. I've been trying to figure you out all night. As a rule freshmen aren't good in bed. They hurry. Poke it in too soon, rut a little and cum. Disappear when they're done."

"There are always exceptions to the rule," I explained. "I would be embarrassed if I was performed like you described. We have all evening. There is no need to hurry."

"What's your favorite thing when you're in bed with a girl?" Kimberly asked.

"My favorite thing is pretty obvious. I'll tell you my second favorite thing first. I like to take these two fingers..." I held my index and middle fingers up and curled them forward the way I do when I stimulating a girl's G-spot. " ... slide them in and rub gently around her G-spot while I tease her clitoris with my tongue. The squeal that usually elicits when she cums is so exciting."

"What is your favorite thing?" Kimberly asked.

"I love intercourse," I explained. "Intercourse feels so much better after my girl has cum a couple times. Nothing brings two people closer together than that."

"You're the first freshman I've met who said he was willing to try oral sex with me."

"I love cunnilingus."

Kimberly hesitated as she stared at me. "I'll take a chance on you if you are interested."

"I'd enjoy that, Kimberly," I answered.

Kimberly asked, "Do you want to go find a room?"

"Isn't that a little fast?" I asked. "Don't you want a little foreplay first?"

Kimberly grinned. "THAT was the perfect answer, sweetie!" Kimberly rolled on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her as our lips met. We kissed madly. Our tongues tangled together. Our passion increased. Kimberly ran her hands through my hair as we kissed. I rubbed my hands up and down her back as we kissed. Kimberly squirmed on me, rubbing her ample tits against my chest.

I rubbed Kimberly's tits after a few minutes. Her moans into my open mouth told me she loved it. Kimberly rubbed against my prominent boner. We continued stimulating each other.

A couple minutes more was all Kimberly wanted. She moaned, "Can we go to your room, Kyle?"

"I wish we could. My roommate is probably asleep already. How about your room?"

"No. My roommate Lilly is entertaining her boyfriend this evening."

"Let's try upstairs," I suggested. "I know Zack wouldn't mind if we used his room."

"Do you think Maria and Zack are done?"

"Let's find out," I answered. I followed Kimberly upstairs, using her to hide my prominent erection. Both doors were closed. We headed downstairs again. I spotted Evan Foster talking with a couple other guys.

I asked, "Hey Evan, could Kimberly and I use your room for a little while?"

Evan gave me a wink. "Sure. No problem."

We hurried to Evan's room, in the back of the first floor behind the kitchen. It was open. I locked the door behind us while Kimberly pulled back the bedspread. She lay back on the bed and called for me. I pulled my shirt off and joined her. We made out for a few minutes. "Let's get undressed," I suggested. "We both know where we're heading."

Kimberly pulled her sweater off and released her tits from her bra. God, they were beautiful. They were the largest set of tits I had ever had the pleasure to see. It would take forever to kiss my way around them. Each was crowned with a 50 cent piece sized brown areola and erect ½ inch long nipple. I stared at them while I pulled off my shoes and socks.

I pulled down my pants and boxers and displayed my seven inches of hardwood. Kimberly cooed, "Zack didn't tell me you were hung too."

"Guys don't talk about that," I explained.

"Girls do. Word is going to get around, sweetie, if you know what to do with that thing."

"I know," I said. "I promise you I know."

Kimberly unzipped and removed her slacks while we bantered. She dropped them on the floor, pulled her panties open and asked, "Do you want to do the honors?"

"Sure," I answered. Kimberly arched her hips while I pulled her panties down. I was surprised to see that Kimberly shaved. Her pubic area was bare and completely smooth. She looked like a young girl except for the how red and puffy her labia looked.

We lay side by side on the bed and went back to kissing. Kimberly rubbed her hands up and down my sides and back while we kissed. I held her tight to my body. It felt great to feel tits mashed against my chest again. I kissed my way down her neck and chest until I reached her ample cleavage. My kisses circled around her right tit, slowly converging on her nipple. Kimberly squirmed when I sucked her nipple into my mouth and teased it with my tongue.

I spent awhile enjoying the gorgeous mounds of flesh with my fingertips and tongue. The skin was so smooth and white. Her breasts felt like two fluffy pillows as I massaged them with my fingers. I left a trail of kisses down across her chest, belly and bare mons.

I ran my tongue gently up and down her puffy outer lips. She was secreting those intoxicating female juices that I had missed for the last three months. I licked up and down spreading saliva and her juices around everything. I pushed my tongue into her slit. I rimmed her vaginal hole without penetrating it and then ran my tongue up through her soft pink inner folds. I ran my tongue up her slot and twirled a little extra over her clitoris' hiding spot.

Mocking the date rape lectures from the start of the term, I asked, "Is it all right if I continue?" We were supposed to ask the girl for permission each step of the way as our intimacy progressed.

"Damn!" Kimberly hissed as she pushed my head into her womanhood. I took that as a yes.

I used my fingers to pry open her outer labia. I used my tongue to bathe her bright pink inner folds. After a couple times up to her clitoris and down again to her hole, I thrust my tongue inside her. Kimberly gasped. My tongue met her liquid heat. I twirled it around, withdrew and then thrust it in again. I pulled away and asked, "Is it all right if I penetrate you?"

"Shit! Don't stop!" Kimberly panted.

I tongue fucked her a few times and then licked my way back up to her clit. I carefully worked one finger into her hole while I licked around her clitoris' hiding place. I thrust and wiggled my finger inside her while I licked. Kimberly was panting and squirming as I increased the stimulation on her body. I worked a second finger inside with the first.

She was close to her first orgasm. I asked, "May I play with your G-spot?"

"I don't..." I wiggled my fingers inside her. She gasped. " ... don't know that..." Gasp. " ... I have one."

Her clitoris finally peeked out. I tongued around the base of it while I curled my fingers and probed for her special spot. I twirled my tongue around her clit while I searched. It took a little time but I found the small sack of glands that wrapped around her urethra.

I pressed my two fingers against the spot and massaged gently. Kimberly groaned, "Ooohhh ... OOOHHHH ... SHIT!" I massaged and sucked her clitoris right into my mouth. I barely started to tease the tip with my tongue when Kimberly exploded.

"Ooohhh ... Ooohhhh ... oooooOOOOOOOOHHHHHHhhhhhhh..." She bucked her hips up against my face. Her pussy spasmed around my fingers as she came. I licked a couple more times to help her along. I sat back and watched her tits jiggle from her spasms. Juices drenched my hand from her excitement.

I withdrew my fingers and stretched out on the bed so my head was even with hers while she calmed down from her orgasm. I give her a quick kiss on the cheek. I asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Wow!" was the only reply for about thirty seconds. She gave me a kiss. "I won't prejudge freshmen anymore. That was spectacular, Kyle."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it so far."

Kimberly rolled on top of me and kissed me. Our lips opened wide and our tongues met. We spent a few minutes sucking and nibbling on each other's tongues and lips. Kimberly reached between our bodies and grabbed my hard cock. I shuddered at the feel of another person touching me for the first time in months. She shifted her leg over my body and lined me up with her hole. I groaned, "Uhh..." Kimberly started to slide my boner inside her wet hole. My balls tingled. "Stop!" I groaned. I was almost ready to shoot off. "Don't hurry things." I scooted down the bed so my cock wasn't inside her anymore.

Kimberly cocked her head and stared at me. I explained, "I'm out of practice."

"I couldn't tell," Kimberly said.

"Why don't we do some 69? I need to cum to take the edge off. I haven't been with a girl in three months."

"Oh," Kimberly said. "I'm not sure I know exactly what to do. I haven't tried it before."

"You'll enjoy it Kimberly. Lie on your back," I instructed. She did. I switched around so we faced opposite directions. "Have you given blow jobs before?"

Kimberly hesitated a few seconds and then said, "A few times."

"You'll pick it up quick. My girlfriend and I ... uh ... My ex-girlfriend and I loved this." Kimberly ignored my faux pas. I straddled her head with my knees, leaned down and licked her sloppy slot. I explained, "I'll warn you when I'm ready to cum," I chuckled. "It won't take long."

"You'll be able to get hard again?"

"Sure. That won't be a problem," I said. I licked up and down her outer labia. Kimberly fondled my hard-on with one hand and then licked around the crown of my cock. It was apparent that Kimberly hadn't given head very often. She wasn't real talented at it. It didn't matter for me. I tried to concentrate on giving her an orgasm while she sucked the head of my cock.

Kimberly stroked my shaft while she teased on my cock head. I doubt I lasted more than about thirty seconds. I sucked on her clitoris trying to stimulate her to orgasm before I came. I didn't last that long. I groaned, "I'mmmm ... Cummm ... ing!"

I gave Kimberly barely enough warning to pull off my cock head before I blasted a huge load of semen all over her chest and neck. I needed fifteen or twenty seconds to collect my wits again. I went back to licking my lover's clitoris until she gasped and came too. We rolled apart and lay on Evan's bed, temporarily spent.

After I came down from my high, I looked around and found Evan's box of tissues. I grabbed a few and carefully cleaned my spend off Kimberly. I lay down beside her again after I deposited the tissues in the trash.

"You're something else, Kyle," Kimberly cooed to me. "How long will it take to get you ready?"

"Play with my cock with your hand while we kiss," I answered. "It won't take long." We went back to deep kissing while she massaged my cock. I was hard as steel within a couple minutes.

Kimberly cooed to me. "You're ready. Let's do it." She rolled on top of me and lined me up.

"Hang on," I said. "I need to get a condom."

"I'm on the pill," Kimberly replied.

"Let's be very safe," I explained. "My brother got his girlfriend pregnant. I don't want to take any chances," I hopped out of bed, grabbed a condom from my pants and rolled the sheath over my seven inch erection. "All set. What's your favorite position?"

"Ummm ... missionary is good," Kimberly answered. She spread her legs. I climbed between them and positioned my cock at her hole.

I grinned and teased, "Do I have your permission to fuck you?" My question was worded a little coarser than the way it was stated at the orientation lecture on sexual conduct we had at the start of the term. Kimberly grinned when she recognized the wording.

"You have my permission to fuck me," Kimberly answered. She giggled as I thrust my erection into her body.

Oh God! This felt good. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation of my cock sinking into another person's body. I could feel the heat and wetness through the thin membrane protecting me from fatherhood. I slowly sank in until my pubic bone settled against Kimberly's.

I opened my eyes and stared in Kimberly's eyes. She was grinning. I slowly pulled my cock out part way and thrust back in. I worked my cock in and out slowly at first. I wanted to enjoy every millimeter of my cock sliding along the folds of Kimberly's pussy. In and out; in and out; followed by rubbing my pubic bone against Kimberly's so I could stimulate her clit.

I slowly probed her pussy with my bone. I increased the pace, prodding my prick in deeper. Kimberly's chest heaved as I humped. Her hands grasped my ass cheeks, impelling me to go faster. I plunged in deep and fast, banging my furry bush against her bare mons. Kimberly moaned when I mashed her clitoris with each plunge. She gasped as she approached climax again. I continued thrusting fast and hard.

My balls tightened. I was close. I pounded my lover, rubbing her clit on every thrust now. We were racing towards climax, uncertain who would cum first. I desperately tried to hold off my climax for a few more thrusts.

Kimberly clawed at my back. She squealed, "Aaaeeeeeiiiii!" Her pussy clenched around my hard cock, begging to be bathed in my sperm. Kimberly moaned and panted as she experienced her third orgasm of the evening. I plunged in deep and pressed my cock against her cervix. My balls exploded, spurting the condom full of my sticky white seed. I collapsed and rolled off Kimberly. She rolled away from me, letting my slimy, rapidly deflating cock fall out.

The two of us needed time to recover our senses after our amazing coupling. Kimberly said, "Wow. That was fantastic, Kyle."

"Thanks, you're pretty special yourself."

I rolled out of Evan's bed first. Kimberly smiled and stared at me. I pulled the used condom off my cock, knotted it and threw it in Evan's trash can. I lay down beside Kimberly again. We cuddled together. We exchanged quick kisses. That didn't last. The pecks escalated to deep kisses. We clenched each other. Kimberly rubbed against my naked body. My cock didn't need much inspiration to swell to hardness again.

Kimberly pulled her head away from mine. "You're excited again. Do you want to do me another time?"

"Sure, if you'd like," I answered. She responded with a deep kiss. I pulled away after our tongues tangled.

"I'll get another condom." I rolled another sheath over my prick. I asked, "Do you want to be on top?"

"You don't mind?" Kimberly asked.

"It's all good." Kimberly and I exchanged places. I lay down on my back in the middle of Evan's bed. Kimberly waited until I was in position and then climbed over me. I held my erection up for. She positioned the tip at her opening and then sank down, impaling herself on my hardness.

Kimberly rocked back and forth on my cock, stimulating herself. She asked, "A lot of guys aren't crazy about this position. They like to be in control."

"I don't care. You have my cock encased in your hot velvet tunnel. I get to watch your gorgeous breasts sway back and forth while you fuck me. Why wouldn't I enjoy it?"

"I guess," Kimberly answered. She concentrated on humping herself on my erection. I let her excite herself for a few minutes before I started to play with her tits. Kimberly rocked and then rose and impaled herself increasing her excitement.

I thrust my hips up to meet her down movements. The sounds of skin slapping together along with our moans filled the small room. We went at it for probably ten minutes, maybe more.

Kimberly was panting now. Sweat rolled down her chest and dripped onto me. I used one hand to excite her by playing with her nipple. I moved the other hand down and teased her clitoris. The additional stimulation fanned the heat of her passion and set her ablaze. My teasing brought her to climax again.

Kimberly shook as the orgasm wracked her body. Her pussy clasped and spasmed around my cock. Subconsciously it was begging to be bathed in sperm, to fulfill its mission for our species – procreation.

I wasn't close to climax yet. Kimberly slumped down when she finished her climax. I asked, "Are you tired?" She nodded yes. "Would you like me to do the work?"

"Are you close?" Kimberly asked.

"Not really."

"Go ahead, Kyle," Kimberly said. I pulled her on top of me. She wrapped her legs around me. I rolled us over. I ended up on my knees. Kimberly shifted her legs up onto my shoulder. I thrust deep with each stroke, trying to bring myself off before Kimberly had enough.

I misjudged her. "I like it hard in this position, Kyle. Give to me."

I obliged. I pounded my hardness into her pussy repeatedly. Kimberly clawed at my back as I drilled her. My arousal rose rapidly. I rammed home again and again. My balls pulled tight against my bottom. I jammed my cock in until my pubic bone crashed against Kimberly's. I froze as my cock erupted. My cum spurted out repeatedly, filling the condom with my spend. I collapsed on top of Kimberly. She rolled us on our sides. She pulled her legs off my shoulders and cuddled against me.

I was spent from my frenzy. Kimberly held me and gave me kisses while I recovered. She said, "You're something else, Kyle. I haven't found many guys who can make me feel like this."

I blinked and smiled. Finally I found my voice. "I'm glad you had fun. I enjoyed this too."

"I teased you about most freshmen not being very good in bed. Where'd you learn to do this? I've found precious few at any age who could get me off the way you just did."

"Zack is one of the guys, isn't he?"

"Yes. How did you know?"

"We went to high school together. I hung out with him a lot on weekends when I was in ninth grade. He had that reputation back then too. I learned some of what I know from him. I learned more from my older brother." I paused for a second. "I guess I owe most of what I know to my brother Will. He is the one who taught Zack how to please a girl."

"Your brother? The one that got his girlfriend pregnant?"

"No, that's my younger brother, Andy."

Kimberly said, "I'd love to meet your older brother. I bet I could have a lot of fun with him."

"Not anymore," I said. "Will got married a few months ago."

"Oh well. I'll settle for his students."

I climbed out of bed and pulled the slimy rubber off my soft cock. I knotted it and tossed it in the trash. Kimberly sat up and used some tissues to clean herself off. I pulled on my boxers.

Kimberly gathered up her clothes and started to dress. I did the same. Kimberly looked me over as I put on my shirt. "I should have talked about this sooner. You don't expect that we're going to go steady or anything do you?"

"No, I didn't expect that. I just ended a two year relationship two weeks ago. I was only looking for some fun."

"Good. I enjoyed this evening," Kimberly said. "It doesn't need to mean more than that."

"I knew that going in. I've known Zack for years. If you lose the Hayes lottery again, I'd be happy to fill in for him. You're gorgeous, fun to be with and a hell of a lover."

Kimberly blushed a little. "Thanks, Kyle," she giggled. "The Hayes lottery? I've never heard Zack's Saturday evening fling called that."

"I called it that in ninth grade. I'd be happy to substitute for my friend anytime you want me."

"I'll remember that. I'd enjoy an encore with you," Kimberly said. "We better get going. I bet my girlfriends are wondering where I got to." We hugged each other and kissed before we left Evan's bedroom.

We exchanged a final kiss before we parted. Kimberly headed for her group of friends.

Evan elbowed me in the ribs. He said, "I thought I was going to have to sleep on the couch tonight. Did you have fun?"

I blushed a little and said, "Yeah. I needed that. Thanks for letting us use your bedroom. I've got to get going. It's late."

"No problem, Kyle,." Evan answered.

I heard Kimberly's friends ask, "Girl, where were you? We were ready to send out a search party for you."

"I was fine," Kimberly answered.

"So??? How was he?" one of the girls asked. I paused at the door, curious about her answer.

Kimberly said, "I'm tired. I'm heading back to my dorm." I started out the door. I just heard her add, "I'll tell you tomorrow," as I left. I headed down the street to Hartranft. I'd had a good night.

It was a quarter to one when I got back to my room. I undressed in the dark so I wouldn't disturb Christian when I got back to my room. I lay down on my bed and began to contemplate my situation.

I had been lecturing my brother Andy for a couple years how much better it was to be in a steady meaningful relationship with a girl than to jump in bed with the first one to offer. My night with Kimberly was just a one night stand. I liked her but I wasn't looking for anything more than getting my rocks off with her. What did that say about my morals? I feel asleep before I worked out any answers.

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