Gina was my first serious girlfriend in college and the woman who helped me learn to be the sick fucker I am now. When we met she was a good Catholic girl who was waiting until marriage to put out, but that didn’t last long. I resisted dating her at first, trying to respect her decision to wait and claiming I was too much of a ‘bad boy’ for her. In retrospect, I imagine that comment pretty well locked her in.
She was an incredibly beautiful girl, dark haired and slightly voluptuous. She hated that word but it completely fit her. She wasn’t fat but her hips were just a little bit generous and her heavy breasts filled my hands nicely. Her waist was slender and high and it gave her a wonderful hourglass figure, so while she wasn’t going to grace the cover of Cosmo there wasn’t a damn thing wrong with her body. And her face was just stunning. Her wide, perfect smile melted me time and again, and she knew it.
She actually made the first move on me. I was serious when I told her I wouldn’t date her, that I wanted things she wasn’t ready to give, but when she forced the issue…well, I’m a boy scout, not a eunuch. She came over one Friday evening, after a basketball game.
“Can I come in?”
“Of course!” I opened the door wider and let her into my small dorm room. She had been there before and knew how to make herself comfortable. I had a gigantic floor pillow, 4 feet to a side that served as the lounge chair and occasional ‘scene of the crime’ and she settled down to relax on it. Propped up on her elbows, pushing her sweater-clad tits at me, she fixed me with her best ‘come hither’ gaze.
“How was the game?”
“Long. Boring. I kept thinking about you.” She was an expert seductress, even then as a virgin. Her voice was low and sexy and her large brown eyes bored into me.
“And what were you thinking?”
“I was wondering if you’d give me a backrub.”
“Sure, why not? Lose the sweater.” I did respect her desire to wait but that didn’t mean I had to be a complete saint with her. She took off the red sweater and set it aside then took off the white turtleneck beneath, exposing her pale flesh and my first look at her bra-shrouded breasts. The sly, sexy grin on her face was easily as sexy as her nearly bare top. She got up and turned around to lie on the pillow, but before she went down on her front she popped the front clasp of her bra and took it off, piling on the other clothes.
Well, well. I do love a woman who knows what she wants. I decided to call her bet and I settled down to give that backrub, straddling her and essentially sitting on her upper legs and putting my cock right at her back door. It would be a few months before I enjoyed that particular flavor of Gina.
I gave her a long, slow, luxurious backrub, letting my strong hands roam her back, shoulders and arms. Several times I ran my fingers down her sides, brushing the edges of her breasts. She lifted her arms to give me better access and cooed as I caressed her flesh. For most of the event I had a ¾ boner going on and as I leaned forward and back I was grinding it into her ass. She wiggled and shifted a few times and I dearly wished there weren’t 2 layers of denim between my cock and her undoubtedly fine little pussy.
“Turn over,” I commanded after half an hour. She took my direction quickly as I stood up to let her move and to stretch out my legs. She turned over and presented her pale, pretty tits to me. I took off my own shirt, showing off my then-athletic chest. I would have been on the football team if not for the knees I tore up in high school, so I was a sight to behold back then.
I slowly dropped to her and kissed her for the first time. She was a slow, gentle kisser, using her tongue sparingly and seductively, always seeming to promise more. I pressed my chest into her and she gasped at the contact. I moved a hand to her left breast and held it gently, caressing her flesh as we kissed. It was beautiful, really. I knew it wasn’t going any further than this and even though I wanted more I was able to simply enjoy that moment for what it was. Of course I had to push it a little; I let my hand slide down her belly to her pants. I started to rub at her pussy through the denim but she quickly pulled my hand back up to her breast, ending my exploration. At least I knew the boundaries.
Her lips were salty-sweet, soft and wet. Her skin was smooth and soft and eager as she offered herself up to my roaming hands. I splayed my fingers through her hair and kissed her more deeply, truly enjoying this gift of her body. She was the luxury model, built for slow, languid foreplay, and we continued like that for quite a while.
As I would discover, Gina was a glutton for foreplay and would prolong it as much as possible most nights. Occasionally she would have enough fire to get down to business quickly but when the pace was hers to set it would take an hour before I got my cock into her. I was willing to let her have her fill that night as she was positively enchanting.
I must have spent 20 minutes licking her nipples, sucking them gently between my teeth, sliding my tongue down under the bulk of her heavy tits. Her nipples were very sensitive and a few times she let me know I was being too rough, but I discovered a few things she really enjoyed. I closed my teeth and rubbed her hard nipple across the face of my teeth, giving gentle texture without trauma. She squirmed quite a bit under that treatment, as well as the back of my tongue. The texture drove her wild and I used it over and over. I was wondering if she might be one of those mythical women who can climax without vaginal/clitoral stimulation as she moaned and twitched more and more under my gentle assault on her breasts.