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Archive-title: First Time


All I wanted was a nice, safe, monogomous relationship.


Of course in high school I was a simple guy, a bit different from the rest of

the people where I grew up.  I had a direction and a purpose; where most kids

were interested in going to parties and getting drunk (and maybe a peek if they

were lucky), I wanted to study and make something of myself.


You know the kind.  Poor white trash tring to make something of himself; the

kid in the corner with the glasses held together by tape, calculator in hand.

If this were an earlier age, he'd be trying to read the little black numbers

off the slipstick; maybe in the future it's a laptop with holograms projecting

out of it's surface.


Except that I never wore glasses.  My parents told me that in order to get

along in this life you need to dress well and look good, and who gives a damn

about your brains.  So I'm just shy of 6 feet tall and fairly well built; I

even play waterpolo when sufficiently drunk enough not to care.  But my desire

was to be a professional, perhaps a systems analyst, with a nice wife and a

couple of kids.  The dog in the front yard and the Volvo in the garage is

optional, of course.


When I was admitted into Pacific Tech, I was elated.  All the hard study and

good grades allowed me into one of the toughest schools in the state.  Yes, the

place had a 6 to 1 ratio male to female, but I was only there to study.  As

soon as I figured out what I wanted to do with my life, and as soon as I

graduated to a successful job I would go about finding that nice woman who I

could marry and live happily ever after with.  My life was progressing quite

nicely, thank you, and on the path I forordained for myself.


One of the first things that happens at PacTech (as we all knew the place) was

"Freshman Camp", a place where all the students went to learn about the honor

code and meet the various fraternities.  It's generally a three day affair

which takes place in a small cove just south of Avon on Santa Catalina Island.


We all gathered in the middle of the student houses for the bus ride out.  The

freshman class, about 200 students, brought their gear out and waited.  Looking

around I found more than a sufficient supply of calculators hanging from nerdy

guy's belts to satisfy the computational requirement of any one of NASA's space

probes.  I was glad for my parent's advice to keep care of myself and my

apperance; I certainly stood out from the crowd!


The busses arrived, and the great mass proceeded to stuff themselves in.  Not

in any particular hurry I moved to the back of the second bus, and made myself

comfortable.  As the bus packed, a rather pretty girl picked me out, and worked

her way to the back to join me.


She wore a rather tight leather miniskirt, a tank top, and a black leather

jacket; the exception to the rule of t-shirts and messed up hair.  From this

vantage I saw a rather shapely ass and thighs dressed in black fish-net

stockings, and something inside of me awoke for the first time.


It wasn't like I hadn't ever seen a girl before.  I had dated some in high

school.  It just was, well, not in my plans for the future.  I am a goal-

directed person; if it's towards my goal I am more agressive than most and

stubborn as a mule.  If it isn't in the direction I want to go, however,

nothing can cause it to capture my interest.


But something about the way she breathed was impressive.  Her shape, her long

flaming red hair, the smell of her purfume; I couldn't move, couldn't think.

Something more primitive was trying to rest the controls of my life away from

me, and I wasn't too certain I should give in.  When she asked if she could

join me, I stammered "uh, sure", and she giggled as she sat down and snuggled

up next to me.  And my poor mind fried.


Scotty, beam me up!  Circuit overload!  Red alert!  (And as a vision of me

rubbing her thighs, or letting my hand run itself up to the hair between her

legs.)  She held my hand and asked if I was okay.  I didn't know.  The Volvo

was sinking fast.


We arrived some thirty minutes and three thousand years later at the dock where

our boat would be taking the freshman class out to the island.  Gloria, still

holding my hand and chatting away about her family and her friends in high

school, was still snuggled up very close to me, and I was stiff.  Holding hands

was safe, but something inside of me was telling me that it wasn't.  The boat

arrived, we moved to there, and she sat herself on my lap, holding on to me as

the boat moved towards it's destination.


Actually the boat ride wasn't too bad; my mind having overloaded itself with

the possibility that there may be more to life than computers and a cosy

marriage in the distant future.  I rubbed her back and told her about the place

where I grew up; she held on to me and told me about her house in Texas and how

the waters in the ocean were so warm that she'd go swimming nude in the



Once the boat arrived, we were seperated.  The class seperated, was processed,

placed into their appropriate rooms or tents as the situation warranted, and

sent on our way to the lectures, meetings, and group talks which were supposed

to dominate our life for the next few days.  Of course I was disappointed; for

the rest of the day through lunch and dinner I hoped to meet Gloria and hold

her hand, but of course (my rational part told me) my purpose at PacTech was to



After dinner there was a "campfire".  With two hundred people attending it's

rather hard to sit around a single fire and be cozy; and about an hour into

this listening to kids talk about their science fair experiments and how they

wanted to revolutionize Artificial Intelligence with the unique insight they

possessed, I quietly left.


Behind the campsite there is a hill called "Bible Peak."  It is a hill about

two hundred feet up with a cross of wood at the top.  It also possessed one of

the best views of the campsite and the ocean below.  In full moonlight I made

the hour trek to the top of the hill, where I found a rock and sat still,

watching the white waves crash below.


While contemplating the stars and my future I heard a twig snap behind me.

Startled, I turned around.  A dark figure worked it's way up the last 10 feet

of hill and sat itself beside me, moon at it's back.  Without a word, it

started stroking my hair and face, relaxing me.


Gloria!  I was happy to see her again, as I missed her company from the

morning bus trip.  She stood over me, while stroking my hair, and started to

work herself out of her tank top.


I grabbed her hand.  "Hang on," I said, "maybe we should talk.  I've never done

this before.  Can you just sit here and talk with me a while?"


"I'm sorry, I didn't know.  Are you okay?"


"Uh, yeah.  You just take my breath away.  Sorry; I'm just new at this.  Please

forgive me.  God your beautiful."  I was in overload; there were about a dozen

things I wanted to tell her but that was the best I could do.


She sat down next to me and held my hand, and we talked some more.  She had an

interest in photography and I told her how beautiful the moon and ocean would

be captured on film.  I told her about the stars where I was from and how if

you were patient you could make out the Milky Way.  She asked me about my

lovers and I admitted there had been none; I was always interested in fufilling

my dreams, but I had to admit I wasn't certain what they were anymore.  We

laughed, and when she went to kiss me on the cheek, it seemed natural to kiss

her on the lips.


She let her hands glide over my back and I held her and stroked her hair.  She

shivered when I ran my fingernails down her back, and experimentally, I let my

fingers run lower and lower over her ass as well.  I wispered in her ear,

asking if she was alright, and she responded by tumbling us both over onto the

grass, her on top.


She pinned me down with her hands on my elbows, and laughed.  "I've got you

now.  What should I do with you?"  "Uh, whatever you wish; you've got me, after

all."  To which, she started to unbutton my shirt and kissing my chest.


I worked her tank top off and started rubbing the skin underneath.  Her nipples

felt hard against my bare chest, and she gasped quietly when I ran my fingers

over them.  Perfectly shaped, she held one to my mouth and I started licking

it, first gently, then hard, pulling the enire nipple in with my mouth and

pressed around the tip with my toung.


Gloria picked her weight off of my hips and worked her way around to start

taking my pants off.  I rotated towards her on my side and started rubbing her

thighs.  Allowing my hands to work their way up her tight miniskirt, I found

her pubic hair wet, though then I had no idea why.


After working my pants off of me, she licked my stiff cock and started sucking

hard.  What fragments of my mind that survived up until then had been blown,

with the smell of her long red hair and her firm ass in my hands, my hard

cock in her mouth and part ways down her throat.


She asked me then if I wanted to make love.  I said yes, but I didn't know how.

"Don't worry; let me do the driving."  She unfastened her skirt and let it drop

to the ground, and sat herself on me, slowly working me inside.  Holding my

wrists to the ground, she rocked her hips back and forth until I was all the

way in, and rythmically she brought herself up and down.


I was breathless.  Gloria smiled at me and shuddered, getting tighter and

tighter around me with each pass.  She rocked for several minutes, and then

with some effort pushed herself upright, brushing her hair upright and allowing

me full view of her glorious chest.  I reached up and grabbed one, then the

other, and circled her tits with the tips of my fingers, spiralling from the

outside to the nipples.  It seemed forever she rocked on top of me, both of us

moaning and not carring who found us there, until I exploded, and for a moment

her face shined in something more than moonlight.


I asked her "Why me?" at some point during our lovemaking, and she laughed,

saying "Your cute, and I liked the way you tried to cover your shyness on the

boat ride over."  After our lovemaking I held her in my arms and ran my fingers

down her back.  By this time it must have been midnight; the moon now low over

the hills, and she snuggled close, spoon fashion; this time for warmth.


My hands fell on her stomach, and I drew circles around her bellybutton and

across the top of her pubic hair.  Turned on by this I bit the back of her neck

softly, and ran my fingers up and down from her chest to her crotch.  Her back

arched, pressing her ass against my now stiffened member.  Grabbing it, I

pushed it forwards and in, brushing her clit with my fingers in the process.

"May I drive this time?"


She arched her back even more, reaching around and grabbing my ass to help me

in deeper.  I held her, one arm around her stomach, and the other arm propping

her head up and holding her close.  We rocked, I driving myself even deeper and

deeper as she moaned.  I was sure we must have been heard, but I really didn't

care; the only thing that mattered was this sexy girl in my arms, and driving

her as wild as I could.


She broke out in a cold sweat all of a sudden, and I felt a wetness down below

that wasn't from me.  She then gasped, and her grip on my ass tightened as I

exploded again, clamping down on my teeth to keep from yelling at the top of my



We met every night on that trip; each time in a different location near the

campsite.  She taught me the fundamentals of sex, her shapely body infinitely

adaptable to all of about a dozen different positions.  And as we sailed back

to the mainland back to school proper we held each other at the front of the

boat, her arm around my waist and on my ass, and my arm around her body, hand

inside of her leather jacket.


It's been almost seven years since my introduction to the mysteries.  Gloria

is now married and living somewhere on the east coast; I haven't seen her in

years.  I now live alone in a one bedroom apartment in Pasadena; somehow the

thought of a house with a wife and kids, Volvo and dog in the yard just doesn't

appeal to me the same way as it did before.  It's not a goal the way it was for

me before; now it's just something that I might like to have someday.


I have had quite a few lovers since that night; I've even been in a few

manage-a-tois.  With each lover I have learned something different about sex

and making love; with each person sex is different but always wonderful.  But

for me, the first time was special, a time that I shall remember always.


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