College Love & Sex (m/f, mast)



	Peter was a shy boy.  It was his first year of college.  He hated
living in the dorms after having his own wing of the house back with
his parents.  He was a good looking guy standing 6 feet tall.  His
muscular 170 pounds was well apportioned.  His wavy brown hair was cut
short, but still his bangs occasionally fell down covering his green
eyes.  Peter was a nice guy who never hurt anyone or did anything
wrong.  He had but one girlfriend all his life who left him for
another guy at the end of his senior year in high school.  In a world
of sex and passion, Peter was still a virgin.  He saw that as a
virtue, most of his friends just felt sorry for him.  Until that first
semester at college...

Intelligence was always a part of Peter's life.  He scored the highest
on all his tests, graduated valedictorian from his school, was voted
most likely to succeed, and the list goes on and on.  It was no
surprise then that Peter was taking high level classes from the start.
His AP tests had boosted him in sophomore standing before starting
school, and Peter was in many classes with Juniors and Seniors.  It
was in one such class, Advanced Cellular Biology, that he first saw
her.

Mary was the epitome of beauty in Peter's eyes.  Her slender frame of
only five feet and three inches drove him mad.  He had always liked
smaller girls.  Her petite figure was perfect in its form.  Her
supple, muscular legs were attached to a firm, tight buttocks that
screamed for a lover to hold it.  Mary's stomach was flat and sensuous
from years of sit-ups and exercise.  Her breasts were large for her
petite frame, but didn't seem overwhelming or out of place in the
least.  They were soft and yet firm, always perfectly formed without
the need for a bra.  Her face was that of an angel with its angled jaw
line, slender chin, high cheek bones, small nose, and deep blue eyes.
Mary's eyes were what really set her apart.  Indeed, her body was
stunning, but her eyes seemed as though to put Peter into a trance.
He fell into their depth, lost in their beauty.  Her blonde, shoulder
length hair curled ever so slightly at the tips, and hid her face just
enough to make you want more.  Yes, Mary was something special.  She
was a senior who had struggled through her past few biology courses,
but had to finish this one for graduation.  Little did Peter or Mary
know that the stage had been set for their meeting.

It was the second week of classes and a quiz was set for that Friday.
Peter wasn't worried, he knew all the information already like the
back of his hand.  Mary, however, was confused already and unsure that
she could pass the quiz, let alone the class.  As fate would have it,
Mary sat at the table in front of Peter.  At the end of class, he
heard her asking her friend Julie if she knew anyone who could help
her study.  That was all the prompting Peter needed.

Since the first day of class, Peter had been in love with Mary.  He
couldn't believe it when she sat in front of him.  He always looked
forward to that class where he had such a great view of her body as
she squirmed restlessly through the boring lectures.  Peter had only
needed some excuse to talk to her, and now he finally had one.

After class was dismissed, Mary left the classroom quickly before
Peter had a chance to grab his books.  Obviously she was in a hurry to
get somewhere.  However, Julie was still sitting down as she leisurely
gathered her purse, applied some lipstick, and stood up.  Peter
realized his chance and tapped her on the shoulder.  "Um, hi, my name
is Peter.  You're Julie, right?" he stumbled over his tongue.  "I
wasn't listening really, but I heard Mary mention that she needed,
well, needed a tutor or something, and I..."

Julie's eyes moved across Peter's body, checking him out like a wolf
examining its prey.  A slight smile etched its way across her face as
she interrupted, "And you would like to help her out, be her personal
tutor.  I see.  So, what makes you so qualified, Peter, was it?"

He stared at her for a moment thinking what to say, and then answered,
"Well, I understand the material and I always used to tutor back in
high school."

"And you really want to meet Mary, right?"

Peter felt his face flush with blood as he found himself at a loss for
words.  Finally, he simply replied, "Yeah."

"Well, I'll tell ya, Petey," Julie responded, "Mary's a special girl.
She's my roommate ya know, and I don't want her gettin' messed up with
anything that wouldn't be good for her."  Julie grinned as she said,
"After all, she just broke up with her boyfriend, and I know she took
it really hard."  As she said that, Julie looked down at Peter and saw
that he was taking it really "hard", too.  "Tell ya what, you come
over tonight to Lehigh Dorm, room 235, say eightish.  We'll see how
good a tutor you are."  And with that, Julie left.

Peter stood staring as Julie left.  He felt his engorged member trying
to break free from his pants and wondered if she had noticed.
"Tonight is going to be a very good night!" Peter exclaimed to
himself.

The pressure built and built within Peter all day long until eight
o'clock finally arrived.  He actually got to Mary's dorm room by 7:45,
but sat outside waiting for 8:00.  When the time finally came, he
jumped to his feet and knocked softly on the door.

Julie opened the door and looked Peter over.  His navy slacks and
striped navy and cream shirt looked good on him, she thought.  Peter
looked over Julie, also.  She wasn't as beautiful as Mary, but she was
still an attractive girl.  She stood in the doorway wrapped in a robe,
her hair wet from the shower she had just taken, little puddles
forming around her bare feet.  Finally she said, "Hey, Pete, come on
in!  Mary's taking a shower now, but she'll be out in just a minute."

"Why would she be taking a shower now?" Peter thought to himself as he
sat down on her bed to wait.  He began to lay out some books and notes
on the floor in front of him, so he'd be ready for his tutoring job at
hand.  Besides, he wanted to prove to Julie that he was really a tutor
and he wasn't just after Mary.

Peter looked up as the bathroom door opened ever so slightly.  He
heard the sweetest voice call out, "Julie, could you hand me that
robe, I forgot to bring it in here with me."

Julie looked at Peter and said, "Hey, could you hand her that robe
sittin' beside you there.  You're closer."

He quickly remarked, "Sure, no problem!"  He crossed the smallish room
quickly with robe in hand.  As he approached, Mary's slender arm
reached out to take it.  Peter handed her the robe and his hand
brushed against hers.  He felt himself getting hard with just that
simple touch.

Mary remarked from behind the door, "Oh, is that Peter?"

"Yeah, um, I'm Peter.  I came over to help you with your studying for
that cellular biology class, ya know, the quiz on Friday."

The door opened and there stood Mary, her hair wet, a robe covering
her sensuous body.  She stretched out her perfect hand to Peter,
saying, "Hi, Peter, nice to meet you.  I hope you don't mind if I
don't dress up here, but I just feel like being comfortable tonight.
I study better when I'm comfortable."

"Oh, sure, no problem.  Actually, you look, um, very nice just the way
you are," Peter returned.  He felt his face blushing and his now rock
hard member leap as he touched her and said those few words.

"Well, thanks!  You look nice yourself.  So, we should get started,
right?"

"Yeah, we should.  I brought over some books and papers.  I hope you
don't mind that I laid 'em on the floor over here by the bed.  Anyway,
this what we need to know for the quiz."  Peter walked over by the bed
and dropped down to the floor.  As he sat down, Mary shrank down
beside him, her gorgeous legs pulling away from the fabric of the
robe.  She moved close to him, their shoulders touching as she smiled,
seemingly eager to learn.

Julie watched on as the two talked about biology for nearly two hours.
Peter was excellent at explaining the complex topics and soon Mary
understood everything she needed to know.  All during the evening, she
would occasionally move, revealing more of her legs, or perhaps her
shoulder.  One time Peter could have sworn he saw a nipple.  At that
time his penis jumped and he made a slight moan.  Otherwise, the
evening was full of work and study.  Indeed, Peter was aroused.  He
wanted so badly to feel her, to touch her lips to his own, to move
inside her perfect body.  However, each time he pulled himself back
and focused on the work at hand.  Finally, the studying was done and
Peter stood to leave.

"Thanks for coming over.  You really helped a lot.  I know I can at
least get a B on this quiz now!"  Mary said softly.

"It was my pleasure, really.  If you need any more help, I'm pretty
much available every night.  So, I'll let you two get some rest, and
I'll see ya tomorrow in class."

Mary opened the door for Peter, and as he was walking out the door she
grabbed his arm.  She turned around to face her and gave him a hug
along with a few last words of thanks.  Peter almost screamed as he
found himself in her arms.  He didn't ever want to leave the warmth
and safety of that embrace.  Finally, as he walked away down the hall,
Peter thought to himself, "Oh, shit!  I hope she didn't feel this rock
in my pants!  Dang, she makes my horny!  Oh, tonight has been a good
night!!"

Back in the dorm room Mary looked over at Julie and giggled.  "Could
you feel it?"  Julie asked.

"Oh, yeah!  Geez, that boy is hung!  I can tell he was hot for me!
How'd ya like that thing with the legs and the little nipple show?
Did you hear him groan?"

"Yeah, I did," Julie replied, "but what about yourself?  Girlfriend,
you look awfully hot and bothered right now.  Didn't he turn you on
just a little?"  Before Mary could answer, Julie grabbed her robe and
pulled it off.  Indeed, Mary was certainly aroused.  Her nipples were
hard and erect, and her crotch was soaking.  Mary just blushed.  And
then she moved her hands down her stomach slowly.

Peter ran all the way back to his dorm a half mile away.  He burst
into the room finding his roommate was gone.  He wasted no time
stripping his body of the confines of clothing.  Soon his engorged
penis was standing straight out from his body its full eight inches.
His hands fell to it and he began to pump quickly, wanting to, needing
to release his overflowing love juices.

Mary fell back onto her bed, a look of sheer ecstasy across her face.
Her fingers were drenched with her juices as they worked quickly on
her clitoris, every so often penetrating deep into her body.  Her
moans filled the room as she worked herself.  She intermittently
called out for Peter to pump her harder, faster. 

She moved her left hand to her breasts, rubbing her aching nipples
between her wet finger tips.  

Peter ran his right hand along the length of his cock with ever
increasing speed.  With his left hand he grabbed at his balls, pulling
them and finding even more pleasure.  His eyes closed and he saw her,
Mary.  He imagined her body dripping with sweat as she rubbed herself,
pleasuring herself while calling his name.  Finally, Peter's moans
turned to calls of, "I love you, Mary!  Take me in!  Don't stop!"

It had been half an hour since Peter left and Mary felt herself coming
towards orgasm.  Her fingers moved around her clit with abandon, one
hand probing her sopping vagina, the other rolling her clit between
wet fingers.  She was now screaming Peter's name.  The neighbors could
certainly hear, but Mary continued anyway.  She arched her back high
as the orgasm came.  Her feminine walls spasmed around her fingers as
she let out a long, slow breath.  She fell back to the bed, covered in
perspiration.  Her body shook with excitement from her climax as she
continued to stroke her sacred places slowly and lovingly, imagining
that it was him touching her with his hard, solid manliness. 

Peter felt that he couldn't hold back any longer.  His hands moved
quickly along his shaft as he felt the most wonderful sensations begin
to well up inside him.  He knew it was coming soon, and so he backed
off.  He began to stroke his cock very slowly.  He had found that
going to the brink of orgasm and then returning again several times
was more satisfying than just going for it like his friends used to
do.  He rubbed the tip of his penis slowly in circular movements,
letting himself relax his pace before starting again.



Julie looked at Mary lying naked on the bad beside her, eyes closed,
fingers moving ever so slowly in and out of her love canal.  Julie had
seen her like this one time before.  Mary was not often so taken by a
man.  "Why don't you go see him?" Julie asked her friend.



Mary opened her eyes and looked over at Julie, realizing where she was
and what had happened.  "Incredible," she moaned.  Then she thought
about what Julie had just said and replied, "Do you think I could?
But I don't know where he lives."



Julie grinned as she said, "Yes you do.  I found his name in the
school directory.  Coit Hall, room 406.  You should go surprise him!"



Mary ran the idea through her head for a moment.  She could see
herself entangled in his strong arms, connected in love.  A smile
spread across her lips, lighting up her face.  She threw on a T-shirt
and a pair of jeans along with some old tennis shoes and headed for
the door.  "Don't wait up, I hope!" she giggled as she opened the door
and slipped out.



Although Mary wasn't very tall, she was muscular and quick.  Her mind
full of suspense and her heart full of desire, she ran towards Peter's
dorm.  Once in the building, she quickly found his room.  Peter was
laying on his bed, prepared finally to reach those orgasmic heights.
He let his hand work over his granite cock with ever increasing speed
and fury.  His moans filled the room along with his cries for Mary.
He felt the semen welling up, about to explode into the air.  He
wasn't going to stop it this time, it was too late and it felt too
good.



Mary thought she heard someone crying out in the room.  She tried the
door and found it unlocked.  She opened it slightly ajar and peeked
in.  There on the bed was Peter, nude and rubbing the length of his
wonderful cock.  Mary licked her lips and smiled as she silently
stepped into the room.  Peter's eyes were closed as white globs burst
violently from the tip of his perfect erection.  The fluids splashed
down on his stomach and legs and bed.  He continued rubbing slowly as
he breathed deeply, his chest heaving.  Mary watched as he shrank back
to normal size and he moved his hand over his stomach, tracing sperm
over his chest to his mouth.



Mary felt herself becoming aroused from watching this extravagant
affair.  She reached down and felt her jeans becoming ever so slightly
wet.  She watched in awe as Peter basked in the after glow of his
experience, his eyes still closed.  Then she heard him whispering so
softly, so sweetly, "Oh, Mary, thank you.  Oh, how I wish it were
really you.  I love you, ever part of you, ever since I saw you.
Thank you, Mary, thank you."



Hearing his words, Mary felt her face turn red.  He loved her!  Oh,
and how she loved him.  She wanted him more than life itself.  As she
stared at his body resting peacefully, covered in his sexual juices,
she moved slightly, making the softest noise.



Peter thought he heard something by the door.  He realized in his
haste he hadn't locked it.  Maybe his roommate had returned.  He
opened his eyes and the darted towards the door.  Standing with legs
spread ever so slightly and hands rubbing between them ever so gently
was Mary.



Peter sat up quickly, cum dripping down off his chest.  His eyes were
filled with passion and fright at the same time.  He was unsure what
to do.  He had no way to hide himself or his act.  He spoke lowly in a
broken voice, "Mary, how did you. . .when did you get here?  What did
you see?!"



"Enough," she whispered, "I saw enough.  I watched you cum, and I
heard what you said about me."



"I didn't mean for you to hear that.  You weren't supposed to see
this," he stuttered.



Mary looked him in the eyes.  She could see the passion, the love.
Peter went to get up, but Mary quickly stepped over to him.  She put
her hands on his chest, rubbed her finger across his manly fluids.
Then she licked her finger and smiled at him.  She pushed him slowly
back against the bed, leaned over his strong body, and kissed him
deeply on the lips.  Their tongues danced in and out of each other's
mouths passionately, lovingly.  Mary moved close to Peter, putting her
leg over his, her arms around his chest.  Her shirt was smeared with
cum, but she didn't mind.  The two continued to kiss slowly, deeply.
Against her leg, Mary felt Peter's manliness returning quickly.



Peter pulled away from their kiss and looked into Mary's deep blue
eyes.  He thought he saw, no, he knew he saw, love there.  Love and
wanting and passion.  His face was but inches from hers.  They both
were breathing heavy, their hearts were beating in unison.  Peter
brushed Mary's golden hair from her face to reveal its full glory, and
said gently, "Mary, I love you.  I don't understand how this has
happened or why, but I know it's right.  I want to be with you, Mary,
in every way.  I want to give myself to you.  I want to feel myself
deep within your being, within your heart and soul.  I want to make
love to you, and give you a gift."



"What gift is that?" Mary asked coyly.



"The gift of my love, and more.  I want to give you my virginity.  It
is something I have held dear, and I want you to take it now,
tonight."



"You mean I'll be your first?" Mary asked somewhat caught off guard.
"Then I will accept your gift, and return to you all my love and all
my soul and all my heart.  I've never wanted anyone like I want you
tonight, Peter.  I don't understand it either, but it is right.  I
love you."



Once again the two locked in a kiss, a kiss more passionate and true
than either of them had ever felt before.  And while they kissed, Mary
ran her fingers along Peter's side, down his inner thigh, and then
over his engorged penis.  She felt it jerk beneath her fingers and
smiled as they kissed.



It had been nearly twenty minutes since the two had spoken with words,
confessing their love, when Peter turned Mary onto her back.  He stood
up and locked the door to the bedroom.  He then lit a single candle he
had saved in case of a power outage, and turned out the lights.
Mary's eyes glowed in the low, flickering light as Peter returned to
her side.  He bent down and removed her shoes, holding her feet gently
in his hands.  He rubbed her soft toes between his expert fingers,
then licked her soles.  Mary closed her eyes and moaned softly at his
touch while he massaged and kissed her tender feet.



Peter climbed up onto the bed and perched himself along Mary's side.
She simply smiled at him, lying in wait for his touch.  He reached his
hands over her T-shirt, running them slowly along her sides then
lifting her arms over her head.  He slipped one hand and then the
other under her shirt and moved them up her body, feeling her stomach,
her chest, her breasts and nipples.  Mary shuddered as Peter's fingers
moved gently over her hard nipples, and smiled as he brought her shirt
off over her head to expose her shapely breasts.



Peter moved over her body, placing his pulsating member between her
beautiful breasts.  He circled them slowly, tracing an unending line
with his fingers while rocking his penis slowly between the two
mounds.  Mary licked her lips and closed her eyes as she felt his
fingers growing closer to her nipples.  And then she felt his warm
mouth take her left nipple in and massage it between his lips while
still rubbing the other with his skillful hands.



After many minutes of pleasurable work on Mary's firm breasts and hard
nipples, Peter moved along her body to the foot of the bed.  He bent
forward and took the zipper of her pants between his teeth and slowly
pulled it open, revealing her wet vagina and glistening clitoris.
Before pulling the pants from her, Peter kissed her secret place
slowly, letting his tongue dive within her.  And then finally the two
were both naked and together.



Peter ran his throbbing organ over Mary's leg, up her thigh, over her
sopping clitoris, up her taut stomach, between her breasts, finally
finding a home between her lips.  Mary took in his love stick and ran
her tongue along its length while Peter ran his fingers through her
hair.  Then, as he felt his arousal increasing more, Peter moved down
and positioned himself at his lover's side.  His lips met hers and
their kiss united them again.



Mary could feel Peter's rock hard penis pressed firmly against her
buttocks and lower back as he kissed her and ran his fingers over her
breasts and stomach.  Then ever so slowly, his hands worked down her
body to her sacred opening.  There Peter's fingers danced over the
fine hairs of Mary's love hole, flirting with her clitoris, but not
touching it.  Mary could feel herself becoming hotter and wetter as he
slowly, ever so slowly moved his fingers within her body.  Peter's
fingers at last found their way to her vaginal entrance and slowly
plunged within her perfect love cavity.  And as his fingers moved
within her, Peter's thumbs squeezed Mary's clit between them with a
loving, warm touch.



Peter felt the wetness of his lover on his fingers, her hidden folds
surrounding them.  He wanted to enter her with his love organ, but
determined to satisfy her before himself.  He whispered softly his
love to Mary between lustful kisses, loving kisses.  And then, after
nearly an hour of gentle persuasion and work, Peter felt Mary begin to
contract around his fingers.  She arched her back ever so slightly and
began to moan ever so softly.  Knowing his lover was nearing orgasm,
Peter removed his fingers from her sacred temple and replaced them
with his strong, hard penis.  As he penetrated her, Mary moaned and
called his name.



Peter began to rock rhythmically upon his love.  He moved deeper
within her with each push, deeper both physically and spiritually.
Mary's eyes were closed, her lips were entwined with Peter's.  She
wrapped her legs sweetly around his lower back and her arms around his
neck as the two continued to make passionate love.  Mary began to
breath heavier and heavier, her moans becoming louder and being
interspersed with shouts of ecstasy and love.  Peter couldn't believe
how wonderful it felt to be inside her, his penis buried deep within
his lover, surrounded by moist, warm love.  He too began to moan and
cry out her name.



After several minutes of Peter moving inside her, Mary tightened and
let out a shriek of joy and intense pleasure.  Her orgasm was long and
hard, the most intense she had ever felt.  And as she came off her
orgasm she found joy in watching her partner, who had so fulfilled
her, begin to climax as well.



Peter felt Mary's orgasm rush through her and into his love member and
his body.  He shared her intense love and pleasure even though he had
not yet come.  And as his mind filled with thoughts of love, he felt
his penis jump within her deepest chambers.  Peter cried out his love
for Mary between moans of pleasure as he emptied his manly load deep
within her.  He tensed as he shot cum within his love, then fell
slowly atop her.  



The two kissed long and deep, Peter's organ still buried within Mary
but shrinking from its climax.  The two felt their bodies, naked,
pressed firmly together.  They were wet from each other's juices, warm
and fulfilled.  Peter and Mary expressed their love and thanks in
their kisses and with their eyes, not speaking again that night.
Instead the two remained entangled together and fell asleep in each
other's loving arms.  Neither one knew what the morning would bring,
but they would face it together with love and passion.