I had been practicing my tennis strokes in a handball court at the community
college where I live. As I was leaving this really cute girl came along, headed
for one of the other courts. As we passed she smiled and said "Hi." I was a
little startled and said "Hi" back. Two days later I was again leaving and she
again came up and this time she said "Hi, how's it going?" I couldn't think of
anything brilliant to say, just "Hi, oh pretty good, I guess." Two days after
that I waited until the time I usually got through and went there and she was
just coming out of the court, perspiring from having worked out. I said "Hi," and
she said, "Oh, there you are. I wondered where you were." I said I didn't really
feel like working out today, would she like to go somewhere for a coke? She said,
"Oh yes, that would be nice. Can you just wait until I shower and change?" She
went in the women's locker room and 15 minutes later came out looking fresh and
clean. She said, "Oh good, you didn't get cold feet." Then I felt bold enough to
say it was almost dinner time, would she like to go someplace for an early
dinner. And she said "That would be wonderful." So we got in my little foreign
car and drove to this very nice Italian restaurant I knew of where the atmosphere
is soft and romantic and the food is very good. We each had a delicious meal and
told each other about ourselves. She had just come to this town to go to the
comunity college, after breaking off a long-standing relationship she didn't want
to talk about. Her parents were so glad she had broken off the relationship that
they were supporting her in college. I didn't have much to tell except that I was
a local boy and was also going to the college and hoped to go on to a four-year
college, which she also hoped to do. After dinner we shared one of those huge
delicious deserts they have in this restaurant and got to giggling as we took
turns taking bites out of it. I was feeling warm and relaxed with her and decided
to take the big step I had never had the nerve to take with a girl. I asked her,
"The evening is young yet. Would you like to go somewhere quiet and romantic and
make love?"

She said, "I thought you'd never ask." Actually I didn't know any place quiet and
romantic, but my parents were out of town at a sales convention in Las Vegas so
we went to my apartment. In my apartment I confessed that I was a virgin and knew
very little about what to do. She took charge, being experienced, and guided me
through my first great sex experiences. We fondled each other and french kissed
and I licked her breasts, then fingered her pussy, then went down on it and ate
her out, which was even better than that Italian restaurant desert. She did the
honors to my cock and when I came in her mouth she took it all in. Then she said
it was time to do the deed. She had me sprad her legs and I slid into her easily
and then spent many blissful minutes pumping away until I came in her with a big
gush, while she had a happy orgasm. Then she had me do it doggie style, which
also resulted in dual orgasms, and then she showed me how to do my first 69, for
another dual score, after which we showered and dressed. Then she confided in me
that she hadn't really been promiscuous, she had only slepped with that one man
she had had the relationship with and he was the one who had taught her all about
sex. Then he had been picked up for passing bad checks and was now in jail. Then
she looked around my room and said, "Hey, you have two beds here. Do you have a
roommate?" I said "No," and she said, "Well, would you like to have one?" I said
"That depends on who it would be." She said, "How about me, stupid?" I said that
God yes, I would love to have her for a roommate, but it would really depend on
what my mother and father said. She said, "Well, ask them." So I will ask them
when they get back from Las Vegas, and oh God, how I hope they said yes.