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Anne carried her load up from the laundry room. Even though all she had
on was a tank-top and a pair of ragged shorts, she was dripping sweat.
The dryers in the dorm laundry room were supposedly vented outside, but
it was obvious that most of the heat they produced stayed inside.
If the dorm were coed, Anne wouldn't have worn the cutoffs; they weren't
really decent, having more than a few rips that revealed what she didn't
wear under them. They were comfortable, though, and for doing laundry
in the nearly empty dorm on a Saturday morning, they were just right.
After she dumped her load of laundry on the bed, Anne looked outside at
the swirling snow. It was February, and looking out at the blowing snow
from the warmth of her dorm room made her feel very secure. After a
pause to let the feeling soak in, she set to work putting away her
clothes.
She was in the middle of folding a sheet when there was a knock on the
door. "Who is it?" she asked.
"Jacob," A pleasantly male voice called.
If it had been anyone else, Anne wouldn't have opened the door.
"I thought we'd get an early start on our project for psych class," he
said as she let him in. He saw the laundry dumped on her bed and looked
sheepish. "I guess I should've phoned first."
"That's OK," Anne said, finishing folding the sheet and putting it in a
drawer. "Tell you what, you help put my clothes away, then we'll get to
work."
It was only after she said it that she realized that she might have put
him in an embarrassing situation. He blushed, and and she noticed as he
did that his eyes were locked on her less-than-decent cutoffs. Anne had
seen men look at her like that before, but she'd never really known how
to respond. People told her that she was pretty, but she didn't usually
pay attention to such things.
Anne felt herself blushing in the long silence that followed, but Jacob
was blushing too. He finally broke the silence. "I'll go if you want,
let you finish putting your stuff away, then come back in half an hour."
Anne was mad at herself for the way she was reacting. "You're welcome
to stay. We're both grownups, or at least, that's what we're supposed
to be."
"OK, I'll stay," he said, looking awkward as he hung up his coat. "What
can I do to help."
"You know how to hang up jeans?" she asked, and handed him a handfull of
hangers. With his coat off, Anne thought he looked cute. He wore snug
but comfortable looking corduroy jeans, topped off with a bulky looking
turtleneck.
Anne set to work folding sweaters and tops while he hung up the jeans,
and in no time, all of her laundry was put away. While they worked, she
noticed that, as often as not, Jacob's eyes were on her. Although she
was usually indifferent to men's stares, she realized that she liked the
way Jacob looked at her.
After the clothes were all put away, they set to work on the psychology
project. It wasn't due until the end of the semester, but Anne was glad
that Jacob had suggested that they get started early. The psych class
they shared was an advanced course, and both of them felt a bit out of
place there, since neither was a psych major.
Half the students in the class were grad students, and most of the rest
were majors. A friend of Anne's had taken the class the year before and
said it was fun, and Anne had suggested it to Jacob, not realizing that
the project component of the course wasn't just a term paper, but a real
experiment they would have to plan and carry out over the course of the
semester.
They'd been sitting on the bed cross-legged with their notes spread out
between them for more than an hour when when Anne noticed Jacob's stare.
At first she didn't understand what he was looking at, but when he saw
that she saw him looking, he blushed.
"What's the problem?" she asked. Anne wasn't used to seeing him blush,
and now, in one day, he'd blushed twice when he looked at her. She was
sure this revealed something new about him, but she couldn't quite pin
it down.
He paused and swallowed. "Are you trying to, well, turn me on?"
"What?"
"The way you're dressed, the way you were sitting. Were you showing me
your breasts on purpose?"
"What?" Anne said, and then she realized what was happening. The tank-
top she wore was loose, and she'd been leaning forward giving him a good
view down the inside of her top. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it; I hope I
didn't bother you. I didn't really mean to upset you, I mean ..." She
stopped talking when she realized that she didn't know what she meant to
say.
"I like what I saw," Jacob said quietly. "They're very pretty. I hope
you're not upset."
Anne's mind was in turmoil. All these years, she'd never dated anyone,
and she'd turned down the few guys who'd ever asked her out. Jacob had
never asked, and she'd always thought that was part of the reason they
got along well. At times, she felt a bit depressed when she heard other
girls talking about their social lives, but she usually rationalized her
lack of a social life by thinking about the problems she was avoiding.
Now, as Anne looked at Jacob, she realized that she needed him. She was
aware of him as she'd never been aware of him before, it was almost as
if, for the first time, she realized that he was a man. They'd talked
with each other in the past about sex and dating, but always in a very
abstract way, with no sense of personal involvement in the subject.
"How long have I known you?" Anne asked, almost whispering as she spoke.
"About two years. Remember that rhetoric class?"
Anne studied him. She debated with herself briefly, then leaned toward
him, this time fully aware that she was giving him a clear view down the
open neck of her tank-top. "In those years, did you ever want to ask me
out or make a pass at me? We were lab partners and we studied together,
but you were always chaste. Why?"
He swallowed. "I guess I didn't have the courage to ask a girl out. I
like you alot, you know, more than any other girl I know. You know how
awkward I am about girls."
"I like you too," she said, surprising herself. "You've told me how you
feel frustrated sometimes, and I've told you as much about myself, but
here you are, alone with me in my dorm room."
"But you're different!" he said, almost defensively.
"Am I?" she asked, acutely aware that his eyes were locked on her
exposed breasts.
He looked awkward for a moment, then looked up at her face. "Would you
like a kiss?" he whispered, sounding very tentative and shy.
"Nobody's ever asked me that before, at least, not in a civil way," she
said as she moved their books and notes from the bed. She stood by the
desk and looked at him sitting on her bed; he looked helpless and lost,
and she felt an almost motherly urge to hug him and help him find his
way.
She felt the seriousness of the situation as she sat down beside him and
almost whispered her reply. "Yes."
He kissed her tentatively on the cheek, and she felt a warm sensation in
her body, a tingle that reached from her fingertips to her toes. Did he
feel her reaction? She didn't know, but she kissed him in return, first
on the cheek, and then on the lips. When her lips touched his, she felt
something new in her, something she'd imagined and wanted, but something
she'd never felt before.
She held him tightly as she kissed, and without really planning it, she
kissed him with her lips apart and tasted the tip of his tongue against
hers. She put her arms around his neck and felt the warm comfort of his
hands against her back, but that wasn't enough. She pressed her body up
against his as she thrust her tongue into his mouth, but she wanted him
to touch her even more.
"Anne?" Jacob said, in a very quiet and hesitant voice. "Do you want me
to touch you?"
"Yes," she said, backing away. Before she really thought about it, she
pulled off her tank-top, then looked down at her cutoffs and hesitated.
She felt a warm tingle of anticipation as he looked from her breasts to
her tattered shorts. She looked up at him. "You know I've never done
anything like this before, do you mind?"
"No," he said, his eyes fixed on her. "It's new for me too, but you've
got a beautiful body, and I'd like it if ... well, if you took off your
pants too. I'll keep mine on."
"Jacob, you're a gentleman," Anne said as she slipped out of her shorts.
In one of their impersonal conversations about sex, she remembered that
they'd agreed that they wanted to remain virgins until marriage. "You
know," she said, "I think I'd trust you with your pants off, if you want
it that way."
"I don't trust myself," he said, smiling weakly. "Anne, don't you worry
about your roommate? Where is she?"
"Home for the weekend," she said. "Come on!"
She lay beside him as he sat on the edge of her bed, her body tense with
anticipation. He very tentatively touched her nipple with a finger tip,
then slid his hand gently down her side to her hip and thigh, lingering
there before touching her other nipple.
"Does this feel good?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered. As she said it, she realized that she'd secretly
wanted him to touch her that way for a long time. She looked up at him
as he stroked her and briefly tried to figure out how long she'd wanted
him. She was sure her memory was tricking her because as she looked at
him, she was sure she'd wanted him from the day they first met, but she
knew that wasn't right.
He bent down and kissed her as he gently touched the smooth skin between
her legs. She reached down and held his hand there as she returned the
kiss, then reached up to hold him. As he kissed her neck, she felt a
wave of warmth sweep over her, and it intensified as he worked his way
down to her nipples.
She found herself hugging his head to her breast as he kissed. A wave
of anticipation swept over her, and she realized that she was grinding
herself against the pressure of his hand between her legs. He changed
from kissing her nipples to sucking on them, and as he did, it released
a wave of pleasure through her body. The waves continued, each one more
intense than the one before, until she found herself relaxing in a state
of infinite pleasure, looking up at him as he looked at her.
She watched silently as he sat up beside her. As he took his hand from
between her legs, she was aware that she'd had an orgasm, but she wasn't
able to react. She watched silently as he looked at the moisture on his
fingers, sniffed his hand, and tentatively tasted it.
"I hope you enjoyed that," he said. "I know I did."
"I did," she whispered, finally feeling her ability to control her body
returning. "It was nice, but I didn't mean to, well, have an orgasm. I
hope you don't feel, well, icky."
"I'm still horny," Jacob said, "but what's there to feel icky about?"
"Your hand; I got pretty stinky and gooey down there."
He sniffed his fingers again as she sat up. "I sort of like the smell."
She looked quietly at him for a long time, then sat up beside him and
hugged him. With her free hand, she gently touched his chest before she
spoke. "I never imagined this would happen to us."
He kissed her briefly. "I didn't either. I've always liked you, but I
guess I've always tried to suppress my ... my sexual reaction to you."
"Thanks for not suppressing it this time," she said, kissing him gently.
He took his time responding. "Anne, would you like me to take off my
clothes for you after you put something on?"
"Yes," she said. She got up and got a pair of jeans from her closet.
Jacob looked at her as she slid into the tight denim pants. "Don't you
wear underpants?"
"You helped me put away my laundry, did you see any panties?"
He looked puzzled. "No, but ..."
"I haven't worn underwear since I was seventeen," she said as she zipped
her jeans. "I guess it started as an invisible rebelion against my mom.
does it offend you?"
"I guess it intrigues me," he said, pulling off his turtleneck sweater.
"Did you start shaving your pubic hair then too?"
"No, that goes way back. I guess Professor Jenkins in our psych class
might say I was trying to avoid puberty by shaving down there, and once
I got in the habit, it was easier to keep shaving than suffer while the
stubble grew back."
He took off his pants while she spoke. She was surprised by the size of
his erect penis when he took his underpants off, but she didn't say so.
It wasn't as much a matter of shock as it was a matter of intrigue. She
knew that all men have a penis between their legs, but the way men dress
hides the fact well enough that she rarely noticed anything to remind
her of it.
She found that she wasn't as sexually attracted to his penis as she was
to his chest; at the same time, she wanted to know more about his penis.
"Tell me how it works," she said as she tentatively touched it with the
tip of one finger. It grew visibly as she touched it, and then just as
visibly, it began to shrink.
She sat beside him confused about what she wanted to do. "Should I give
you an orgasm?"
He looked up at her from the bed and smiled. "If you want, but I don't
want to pressure you. I didn't set out to give you one, you know."
His reply was gallant, and she realized there was only one answer, so
she bent over and kissed him gently on the mouth. As she did, she felt
herself reacting sexually again, and what she'd intended to be a gentle
kiss became pashionate. She felt her bare breasts softly resting on his
chest as she kissed him, and as she moved, the feeling in her nipples as
they slid across his skin was echoed by a pleasant tingle within.
She kissed his chest, and discovered that sucking on his nipples seemed
to excite him. She stroked her hand down his muscular stomach and felt
her arm brush his penis. She felt its shape with one hand as she kissed
his chest, then began to gently massage it. It expanded and stiffened
in her grip, and he hugged her tightly against him.
She let go of his penis and lay on top of him, grinding her hips against
it. She felt the warm pressure of his penis against her pubic bone as
she kissed him, and with each thrust of her hips, the pressure sent a
wave of pleasure through her body. He slid his hands gently across the
smooth skin of her back in rhythm with her thrusts, but as she began to
thrust harder, he held her hips firmly against him.
As Anne reached her second climax, she kissed Jacob deeply. The second
climax wasn't as all encompassing an experience as the first, and as it
ended, she sat up next to Jacob and looked down at him feeling both very
content and ready for action. "I'm sorry I didn't give you an orgasm,"
she whispered. "I guess I just got too horny to pay much attention to
you. I hope you're not too disappointed."
He chuckled quietly, and as he spoke, Anne could see his penis relaxing.
"You saved yourself a mess, you know. I'm content to know I can really
turn a girl on." He paused and looked up at her. "I guess I've always
felt I had a lot in common with Woody Allen, and being able to excite
you is a real ego boost."
"Want to get dressed and go to lunch with me?" Anne asked.
"Sure," he said, smiling as he sat up. "Um, can I ask you out to dinner
this evening?"
"You can," Anne said, realizing as she said it that she was accepting a
date, something she'd never done before. Anne looked seriously at him,
enjoying the way he looked sitting naked on her bed. "You know what? I
don't know what love is, but I think you might be the one I need to help
me learn."
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