Sheer Luck
(mf, college, 1st)


 As Jason trudged across the Arts & Sciences quad at
 the State University, he mentally kicked himself for
 getting himself involved with a Saturday morning lab.
 Here it was, five minutes to nine in the morning on a
 perfectly lousy, drizzly day, he was hung over from
 too much beer and a couple of joints, and had this
 goddamn Geology lab. Jason wasn't heavy into the sex-
 drugs-rock 'n roll college scene of the '60s, but he
 didn't avoid a good party when the opportunity
 presented itself. And last night was a good party!
 His throbbing head reminded him of that fact.

 Slowly he climbed the steps to Haller Hall that housed
 the Geology Department, pushed on the ornate door
 handle, and slipped inside. The huge wooded door
 creaked on its hinges as it closed behind him. Inside
 the building, he was greeted with the musty odor of a
 century-and-a-half of aging in the three-story
 Victorian structure. Slowly he made his way up the
 three flights of wrought iron stairs.  Each of his
 steps made a distinctive deep ringing clunk in the open
 stairwell; somewhat like a muffled bell. 

 Normally, he liked this building and the two others
 that were the original structures when the state
 university was created in the mid-19th century. Today
 however, Jason was in a gray funk. 'Why did I drag my
 sorry ass outta bed,' he grumbled to himself. 'If it
 wasn't for that damned Rita Jensen, and the promise I
 made to the T.A. to help her...'

 Harry, the Teaching Assistant for Geology 101, looked
 up at Jason as he entered the room. 

 "Hey Jase! Party a mite too much last night, man?" 

 "Might say that," came the reply. "Might say..."

 Jason nodded to friends as he passed down the aisle to
 the cubicle he shared with Rita, who to his surprise,
 was there. Jason was always a bit miffed at her for
 showing up five or ten minutes after the lab started,
 and they'd have to thrash to get what needed to be
 done.

 But there she was, with the sweater-jacket that she
 frequently wore on these cooler spring mornings hung
 over the back of the lab chair. This was strange, he
 thought, because she seldom took it off in deference
 to the drafty nature of the high-ceilings and the
 somewhat ill-fitting tall arched-topped windows.

 Rita was a sophomore liberal-arts student who wanted
 to be an architect, and was taking Geology 101 to
 fulfill her sciences requirements. Jason had become
 her lab partner as a favor to Harry who inherited her
 when she was not doing well in another lab, and
 requested a transfer. Since Harry's lab had an opening
 and Jason was without a partner, they were paired
 together three weeks into the course. 

 She was not a Playboy or Penthouse model, but she was
 attractive, and knew how to dress for effect. Jason
 had gathered by some limited conversation with her and
 from campus rumor that she was a "townie" and her
 parents were well-to-do. But as for socializing between
 them, there was none, not even some time spent prepping
 for exams. 

 Jason walked to their corner cubicle, pulled out his
 lab chair and slumped down, with a grumpy "Mornin'"
 directed at Rita.

 "Ummmpfff" was the reply.

 Jason perched his sunglasses above his eyebrows and
 surveyed the scene...he may have been hung over, but
 there were distinct changes in Ms. Jensen's appearance.
 First, she was wearing shades. Second her hair, which
 normally looked like she'd spent hours preparing it
 was plain and straight, and had been dyed a light
 brown from the normal blonde. Third, there was minimal
 makeup. And she was wearing jeans. In short, she was
 not dressed in her normal preppy fashion, instead more
 of the mainstream, no-frills "casual" look that seemed
 to be popular.

 Then he noticed "it"...or more properly - "them". As
 Rita straightened slightly in her seat, she presented
 two very clearly defined breasts encased in one of the
 new transparent bras covered by a sheer white semi-
 transparent blouse. The effect of her dark pink areolae
 was electrifying to Jason, and even with his brain in
 a semi-stupor, the base male instincts were certainly
 operating. 

 Fortunately, Rita's head still tilted downward toward
 the lab book, and that gave Jason some time to quickly
 drop his shades to avoid letting Rita see where his
 attention was focused. 

 "What's the deal, Rita? New look and here ahead of me?
 Turning a new leaf?"

 "Huhhh? Oh yeah, new leaf? I guess so."

 For Rita, she was indeed attempting to start a new
 stage in her life.

 She had been doing everything that her parents had
 expected from her, and had been pinned to a high school
 sweetheart she had since the beginning of her freshman
 year. But her life took a change when she got a letter
 from a girlfriend who was attending the same out-of-
 state university as her boyfriend, Brett. It seems that
 Brett had been seen in steady company of girl from a
 sorority that was a rival of her friend's house. When
 Rita confronted him on the phone the previous weekend,
 Brett finally admitted his indiscretion.

 On Monday morning, Brett's frat pin was in the mail.
 Rita was embarking upon a new chapter in her life...
 taking greater control of her destiny, and beginning
 to determine what she wanted of herself. Her first act
 as her new self was to take a hammer and pound the pin
 flat on her father's shop bench before placing it the
 envelope.

 Her mother was beside herself trying to get her
 daughter to "see the error of her ways" and to re-
 consider her break-up with Brett, who was a favorite
 of both of her parents.

 The confrontation with her parents over the split with
 Brett solidified Rita's resolve. She decided that this
 "preppy" lifestyle really wasn't her style at all, and
 that she just wanted to loosen the constraints that
 had tied her to Brett and to her parent's expectations.
 She wanted to be her own person, and that meant sim-
 plifying things and being more like one of the crowd.

 She started with her wardrobe and other outward
 changes. During the course of the week, she and her
 girl friends went shopping, and when finished, the
 wardrobe was full of hip-hugger, flare bottom jeans
 and other relaxed, casual look items, replete with
 sandals and the platform shoes that were the vogue of
 underclass coeds.
 
 But one thing couldn't be affected by a wardrobe
 change, and that was grades. She realized that if she
 were to change herself, her study habits would have to
 be a part of it. Starting on Monday, she began to hit
 the library and focused on class attendance. She was
 an underachiever, just cruising along, but Geology and
 Biology were a true struggle for her, and if she were
 to get a reasonably good grade in each, she'd need
 some help.

 Fortunately, early in the term in Geology, she unknow-
 ingly caught a break. That break was Jason, her lab
 partner. Jason simply loved the course, and could put
 Geology into terms that she understood. She hoped that
 he could get her straightened out, and finish with at
 least a C for the term.

 She was deep in thought, attempting to figure out how
 to get what she wanted when Jason slid into his chair
 across from her. 

 "Huhhh? Oh yeah, new leaf? I guess so.

 "God, you look like death," she said, looking up. "Bad
 night?"

 "Depends on your perspective, I guess," came the reply.
 "I had a good time, but paybacks are a bitch."

 They got to work looking at the various samples of
 rocks that were laid out on the table between them,
 and Jason had all he could do to keep his eyes focused
 on them and away from Rita's displayed charms. He also
 kept squirming in his chair in an attempt to keep his
 very stiff cock from becoming an embarrassment. It
 had grown harder than some of the rocks they were
 examining. 

 Rita did notice his discomfort, and for the first time
 in her life she felt a thrill of knowing how she could
 really use that power that women can exert over men.
 Rita's nipples were also painfully hard and her tit
 flesh was a bright pink throughout the course of the
 two-hour lab.

 Jason also noticed that for the first time, Rita seemed
 to want to understand what was being discussed and that
 seemed to ease the headache that was throbbing at his
 temples. The rest of the two hours seemed to pass
 relatively quickly, although Rita's exhibition was
 causing Jason to have an ache in a region that aspirin
 couldn't touch. 

 Fortunately, Jason's mind did get ahead of his crotch
 and by the end of the lab, the tumescence had become
 manageable. And, much to Jason's surprise, Rita asked
 a couple of probing questions about the lab topic and
 seemed in no hurry to leave. In fact, they were the
 last students to leave the room.

 The pair walked down the stairs together and into the
 still cool, damp air of the noon hour.

 "So Jase, what are ya doin' this afternoon?"

 "Try and dump this hangover, and probably try to catch
 a nap. Why?"

 Rita stepped in front of him and turned to face him.
 "Well...I was wonderin'...I really need some help in
 getting ahead of the mess I have myself in with
 Geology. I was wondering if you'd like to come out to
 the cottage at the lake, and you could, maybe, ahhh...
 like help me understand what I don't understand?

 "I mean, like I don't wanna impose or anything...but I
 really want to get a good grade in this, and not just
 a pass."

 "Well, I gotta go back to my apartment and get my books
 if we're gonna do this. That is if ya don't mind riding
 on my motorcycle. It's over in student parking."

 "My car's over there too. Why don't I follow you back
 to the apartment...then we'll drive out to the lake."

 "Okay. But Wait for me outside."

 "Why...? Ashamed of your pad?"

 They started toward the parking lot, which fortunately
 was the closest to Haller Hall.

 "Well, it's a shitty mess. We kinda had an orgy last
 night, and when I left, there were naked bods all over,
 and the last time this happened no one woke up 'til
 mid-afternoon."

 "Oh... How come you got up for lab, then? Sure wasn't
 because of me."

 "Actually, I like the course, as you may have gathered.
 But yes, you were a reason. I don't know if you were
 aware of it, but I promised Harry I'd get you through
 the course. 

 "Of course, I had no way of knowing that I'd be seeing
 this kind of a display!"

 As he said that, he dropped his head towards Rita's
 chest that was partially covered by her jacket.

 "And for the record Rita, what is with you? I mean, I
 noticed you in lecture yesterday, and on Wednesday,
 and it's like 'Mizz Preppy' has kinda gone back to the
 basics. You're in the library, and actually studying,
 you seemed to really want to understand what the lab
 was about this morning. Then there are those two...

 "What gives here?"

 For the remainder of the walk to his cycle and her car,
 she started to tell Jason what had happened. They
 reached her car first and she said, "I'll tell ya the
 rest on the way to the lake."

 Jason led Rita to his apartment in University View,
 the local euphemism for the "Collegetown" area of
 apartment houses and retail shops that cater to the
 student populations across the country...which is
 often just a hair above depressed housing. He pulled
 his 650cc BSA into the stone-covered lot behind the
 house and quickly ran up the stairs to loft apartment
 in the old Victorian house he shared with two roomies.

 When he opened the door, he was greeted with the stale
 stench of beer, cigarette and pot smoke and the smell
 of day-after sex. And just as he had feared, there
 were six naked bodies asleep on the floor and on the
 couches, three of each gender. 

 He thought, 'Oh man. I'm sure glad Rita didn't see
 this! What a fuckin' mess!' He quickly turned down the
 hall to his room to pick up his Geology text and notes.
 
 As he returned up the hall, he saw Rita standing in
 the doorway, her mouth agape as she said, "Shit! You
 weren't kidding!" Then she giggled, and she opened her
 jacket and said, "It looks like even with this, I'm
 over dressed!"

 "Come on Rita...This is embarrassing! Let's go!"

 Jason closed the door and they headed down the stairs
 and out to her MG-B convertible. 

 "Nice set of wheels!" 

 "Well Daddy gave it to me. It's okay I guess," said
 Rita. "I sure didn't have to earn it.

 "Let's go to 'The Place' and get some burgers, fries
 and shakes. My treat...after all I am blowing your
 Saturday."

 "Sounds good. But don't worry, I'll cover the food. I
 work there, and we get freebies."

 Reinforced with some food and fresh air, Jason dis-
 covered that his headache was dimming. As Rita whipped
 the little sports car around the twisting roads
 leading to the lake, over the rasping note of the
 four-cylinders' exhaust, she continued her story about
 the break-up with Brett and her parents' dismay with
 the decision.

 "So why the change of lifestyle," asked Jason as Rita
 pulled into a winding driveway leading to a large two-
 story A-frame. 

 "To be honest, Jase, I got tired of it all. I got
 tired of being Daddy's and Mommy's idea of what they
 wanted. I was tired of Brett's control. I am tired of
 living for others and not for me.

 "I also did some self-examination. I realized that I
 had to get myself together and get through college if
 I wanted a chance to be what I want to be. My parents
 cannot do that, I have to! I have to knuckle down."

 She opened the door to the cottage, and Jason let his
 eyes roam around the expanse of the natural pine
 interior, with the open spaces, and the lake-facing
 front with its large expanse of glass.

 "This is neat," he told her. "Someday, I'd like one of
 these for myself."

 "This is my getaway place. The folks use it for enter-
 taining and that's all any more. But some of my fondest
 memories are here, and I come out here to get away from
 it all. It's where I did my soul-searching last week-
 end...just me, and my thoughts."

 She took off her jacket, tossing it on a chair, and put
 her books on a coffee table in the living room. Jason
 did the same. She took him on a quick tour of the cot-
 tage, her modest exposed, yet covered, bosom leading
 the way. 

 As they came into the master bedroom, she asked, "How
 are you feeling? You can lay down here and I can get
 you some aspirin and a cold pack, if you'd like. Then
 you'd be feeling better."

 "If you don't mind, I think I'll take you up on that.
 And yes, a cold pack and a couple aspirins would be
 great," he replied. This time, he wouldn't take his
 eyes off her chest and the twin beacons of her sex-
 uality.

 Rita nodded, and went down stairs to get an ice pack
 and the aspirin. He took off his shoes and jeans, took
 the comforter from the foot of the bed, and spread it
 across the double bed, then lay down and closed his
 eyes. 

 "Comfortable? Here's the aspirin and the ice pack." 

 After he downed the two tablets and water, he lay back
 down. Rita leaned over him putting a towel and the ice
 pack on his forehead. Again, her boobs were placed
 directly into his line of vision.

 "Thank you, nurse Nightingale!"

 "You're welcome." He heard her walk out of the room.

 Jason relaxed and began to slip into that nice warm
 state that precedes sleep, when he felt the other side
 of the comforter raise up and bed give slightly. He
 was suddenly aware of a soft, warm body moving and
 snuggling next to his. 

 She pushed herself up on an elbow and whispered,
 "Hi...you looked so comfortable, I decided to join
 you. Hope you don't mind."

 "Not at all, but..."

 "Shhhh." Kiss.

 An arm snaked across his body and held him tight. The
 body next to his was naked, and for the fourth or
 fifth time that day, nature began to quickly take
 control of his body. And the same was true for his bed
 partner. 

 Another kiss. A kiss on the neck, and followed by
 another on the ear. Jason suddenly realized he was
 being seduced. It was the first time he'd ever had a
 member of the opposite sex take charge of the
 situation, and he found that in this case, he rather
 liked it.

 He relaxed and let Rita move forward. He asked quietly,
 "Is this a part of moving on in life?"

 "Guess so," came her reply. "I just feel so comfortable
 with you, Jason Collingswood. Always have, even when I
 knew I was a pain in the ass for you." Her lips brushed
 his, and then she brought herself across his chest and
 insinuated her tongue between his lips, then past his
 teeth.

 When she broke her lip lock on him, he removed the ice
 pack, raised up, and asked, "Why me?"

 "I told you...You are what I like. You're everything
 that Brett wasn't or isn't. 

 "You are quiet, unassuming. You are strong, yet
 assertive when it's required. You have the common
 touch. Everyone likes you. I can see it whenever we
 are in the Geology lectures. You are what a woman
 should want in her partner.

 "Besides that, don't you know that you are on the 'A'
 list?"

 "The 'A' List? Never heard of it?"

 "It's a list of the sexiest guys on campus, and it
 circulates among the various sororities. Believe me,
 you are high on the list...Top 10."

 Jason was stunned. "What?...How?...Why?" he sputtered.

 "Shhh!"

 The comforter was thrown back and Rita was exposed in
 her nakedness, her torso still well-tanned from her
 Spring Break in Florida, the expanse of tan broken only
 by three triangles of paler skin that marked her
 bikini's coverage. Her breasts rose and fell on her
 chest, and her pubic patch was closely trimmed, like a
 well-manicured lawn. 

 She grabbed at the hem of his t-shirt and began to pull
 it over Jason's head and once that was removed, she
 started upon his briefs.

 "Ahh ha. We have something growing here, don't we?"
 She patted his now rock-hard and severely constricted
 manhood, then gently grasped and squeezed it. She then
 put her fingers beneath the waistband of his briefs
 and in a move that brought new meaning to the term,
 "Clean and Jerk", the last vestige of his modesty was
 gone. Seven inches of maleness laid flat upon his hairy
 abdomen, with his nuts hanging heavily in their sac
 between his legs.

 When Jason attempted to raise himself, Rita gently
 pushed him back to the bed.

 "You'll get your chance, but I want to lead this
 dance...it's just something I want to do; something
 that I have to do," she whispered, kissing him
 tenderly. "You are my first lover. Brett wasn't my
 lover; I don't know what he was. You will be the
 first man I will open myself for, and I want this to
 be special."

 She continued talking softly as she fondled his phallus
 and his balls, alternating between gently stroking and
 rolling his genital orbs and staff. For Jason, it was
 almost like he was listening to a confession.

 "I was conceived in this room...and it seems somehow
 proper that I become a woman here, as well. This is
 something like having a romance novel come true, or
 one of my romantic fantasies."

 Jason repeated, "Why me? Why now?"

 Kiss.

 "It just HAPPENED." Another kiss. Fingers played gently
 on the purple head of his turgid, almost painfully
 swollen penis. Jason bucked and squirmed his pelvis.

 "You were a fantasy lover. Brett's indiscretion has
 changed everything. I wore that bra and top combination
 to get me...to see me as a sexual being. You don't know
 how much courage it took to buy them, to say nothing of
 wearing them together. I just couldn't bring myself to
 go out there with just two layers of transparency be-
 tween me and topless, so the sweater-jac became kind
 of a cop-out. But today is really the first day of the
 rest of my life and that was kind of a 'kick in the
 door' kinda thing. At the end of this day, I hope I
 will be a woman. And I will become that woman by join-
 ing with a young man that I admire and respect."

 With that, she kissed and licked her way across his
 chest, toyed with the indent of his navel. The fingers
 of one hand toyed with his masculinity, the other
 trailing her lips, stoking and caressing their way
 across the expanse of skin that was his torso. 

 Rita enjoyed the feel of the brownish-red hair of his
 lower abdomen. She marveled at how much more course
 his was than fine pelt that marked her own pubic patch.
 Her lips parted and her tongue snaked out to greet the
 point of his penis, and to taste the copious fluids
 that were flowing from deep within him. 

 Rita, while a technical virgin, she had managed to
 sneak off with a few of her older brother's "stroke
 books" as she called them, and had always wondered
 what this moment would be like, and what her lover
 would taste like. She found the clear, somewhat oily
 fluid to have a surprisingly mild taste, and she found
 the consistency pleasant to play with.

 She raised her head from her task, and said, "Does it
 always do this?"

 "Do what?"

 "Do ya always leak such a lot of stuff?"

 "Yeah, I guess so. Never really paid that much atten-
 tion before."

 "I kinda like it. It's neat."

 She took the phallus in her hand and gently skimmed
 the organ up and down in the tube formed by her thumb
 and fingers. 

 "Arrrgggghhhh..." 

 She increased the pace lightly and gently added more
 pressure to her grip and got a longer, louder groan
 from deep within him. At the same time, he began to
 hunch hips hips upward in the timeless rhythm of fuck-
 ing. 

 Rita raised the stakes again by encompassing the fleshy
 tool in her mouth, first sucking, then licking the
 angry reddish-purple end cap and the ridge behind it.
 Since she first read about sucking cock, she had fan-
 tasized about the act, and now that she was living out
 her illusions, she discovered she had never dreamed
 that she could control another person in this way, as
 Jason bucked and thrashed beneath her oral attack.

 Finally, Jason's gyrations caught her off balance, and
 his 90-pound weight advantage caused her to fall to
 the mattress. Jason quickly switched ends to gain
 access to the grotto between her trim legs. He spread
 her open, and took a moment to gaze in admiration at
 the neatly trimmed pussy, which glistened with her own
 oily secretions, and her own body prepared itself for
 the union which was only moments away. From his view-
 point looking up her body toward her face, he could
 see her passion at every level. Her pussy lips were
 red and engorged, and her pert breasts were swollen
 and flushed, capped by nipples that were standing hard
 and proud above their base, their color darkened to
 almost red. Her eyelids were somewhat hooded, but there
 was a look that Jason had never seen before from any
 girl he had been with in the past. It was a look of
 determination and passion, and one that belied her
 focus upon herself in this point in time.  As he looked
 up toward to her face, it was a picture of a pure
 sexuality...it was a young woman who desired what was
 to come, and was in control of it.
 
 Jason quickly moved forward into the "v" of her legs
 and began to lavish attention upon the portal of her
 femininity. As his tongue and fingers drove Rita to a
 higher plane of sensuality, she returned her attention
 to loving his cock. Jason found her pussy very wet,
 and the ambrosia of her loins intoxicating.

 Jason began his attentions to her very gently, probing
 at the petals of her pussy, spreading them to expose
 the inner pinkness, then quickly following the digital
 exploration with a gentle caress with the point to of
 his tongue. His lingual exploration covered every
 corner and crevice of her wet slash, and paying par-
 ticular attention to her sweet little clit, which was
 begging for attention.

 Rita now began to buck and thrash as Jason's attentions
 drove the sweet 20-year-old into an emotional territory
 that she had heretofore only imagined in her mastur-
 batory fantasies. As she began to respond to his
 tongue, Jason began to gently insinuate his middle
 finger into her depths, and she felt the slight pres-
 sure of the foreign digit entering her depths, and
 shivered with pleasure.

 With the introduction of Jason's finger into her moist
 and heated interior, and the continued onslaught of
 attention upon her clit, Rita exploded in a spasm of
 pleasure. Her head snapped back, releasing Jason's cock
 from her mouth and...

 "Awwwgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh God! Oh Christ! I'm
 cuuummminnnngggg! Oh stop! Please stop!" she wailed. 

 As she came, Jason was surprised at the intensity of
 her reaction to his attentions, and suddenly had to
 grab the hand which was gripping the shaft of his cock
 and threatening to bend it backwards.

 As he tried to force her hand to release his tortured
 cock, he cried out, "Oh Christ! Rita! Rita! Stop it!
 It hurts! God!"

 Finally Rita heard his pleas through the warm, soft
 fog of her orgasm, and realized what her lover was
 trying to do and tell her!

 She quickly released her hand's death grip from his
 male member, and had a look of shock on her face as
 she realized that she had hurt him. 

 "Oh, Jason. Are you all right? I'm sorry! I didn't
 know...didn't think... Here, let momma make it better,"
 she cooed, kissing and licking the somewhat mistreated
 organ.

 While Jason's cock had received a bit of twisting, he
 had not removed his finger from Rita's juicy pussy. As
 he reassured Rita that it was just a minor thing, his
 digit kept frigging her and kept her level of excite-
 ment high. She continued to smother the shaft and its
 head with licks and kisses then began bobbing her head
 up and down, driving him into the entry to her throat.
 She sputtered and gasped as she attempted to deep
 throat his turgid length.

 "Whoa, girl, easy...let's not try to do everything at
 once. You're doing good...in fact, you keep this up,
 and you'll get a mouthful real soon!"

 Rita wanted to keep Jason in prime condition, and she
 moved away from him and stood up. She looked to him
 over her shoulder, and beckoned. He stood, and she
 took his hand and moved to a chair and said, "Sit
 here!"

 "Huh?" 

 She swept her hand toward a full-length mirror. "I
 want to remember this moment. I want to watch this.
 I want you to watch it. This chair and this mirror
 seems to be the only way to do it, right?"

 "Yeah...I guess. Yeah!"

 As they reached the chair, Jason turned her to him and
 wrapped his arms around her, and brought his lips to
 hers in a deep kiss. 

 "You are something more than I had ever dreamed," he
 breathed into her ear. "I never dreamed that I'd ever
 find myself with you. Never."

 "Hush, and sit," she murmured.

 Once he was seated, she bent over and lifted his cock
 and planted a wet kiss on the mushroom head - a tribute
 to the tool of her defloration. Then she lifted one
 leg and swung her body over his, and lifted his cock.
 With her back to him, facing the mirror, she lowered
 her crotch, held him up and with her other hand spread
 herself open to accept him.

 Jason watched as Rita's heart-shaped ass descended
 over his lower belly. He also could see his the seven
 inches of his masculinity ready to be engulfed by the
 virginal pussy of this girl he only knew as his lab
 partner until a few hours earlier.

 'Un-fuckin'-real,' he thought. 'Just too much!'

 Then her wet cunt began to envelop him. She shook as
 she watched herself begin to pass into womanhood. For
 both of them, that initial contact was nearly like an
 electrical shock. While the idea of taking her vir-
 ginity was something that Rita had hoped for, it was
 also Jason's first experience with an uninitiated
 partner.  

 From his brief digital reconnoiter, Jason knew there
 was no barrier to breach, but he was not prepared for
 the exquisite pressure that her vaginal opening was
 beginning to exert on his bulging glans. For a fleet-
 ing moment, he was afraid she wouldn't be able to
 encompass him or would strip his cock raw if she did.

 Rita was also wondering if she could accept the girth
 of his shaft. However, she would not be denied, and
 with equal parts of passion, lust and determination,
 she began to slowly engulf him. She gyrated her hips
 up and down, side-to-side and in a circular rotation.
 
 "Aaahhhhhhgggggg! Oh my God! Uuuuuuuuuwwwww! Uhhhhnn!"

 She supported herself with her hands on Jason's knees
 and watched herself pivot on his fulcrum, and watched
 it as her sex swallowed him so slowly. The feeling of
 this deliciously deliberate penetration of herself was
 so wonderfully intense! 

 From Jason's perspective, the view and the feelings
 were equally intoxicating. He was far from being
 inexperienced, but nothing had prepared him for this
 situation where his partner was in control...the
 tightness...the slowness of the act...the almost
 dance-like quality of Rita's actions upon his cock.
 As she slowly drove him into her ribbed tunnel, the
 squeeze of the outer ring of her pussy forced the
 blood from the head of his cock, creating a feeling
 of such intensity it was nearly unbearable. He tried
 to pull back, but Rita's rotating, downward action
 and the hard chair left him a bit between the rock
 and a hard spot. The visual and the physical aspects
 had nearly made him shoot off, but he transferred
 those feelings to gripping Rita's tight little tits,
 leaving finger marks on their softness.

 After what seemed an eternity, they both finally felt
 the ridge of his cock pass the gate to her vaginal
 tube. Rita could feel him securely in her, and
 straightened herself. She gazed at her image through
 hooded, passion-glazed eyes. She saw herself impaled
 upon Jason's maleness, her rosy-pink lips clasping him
 in a velvet grip. It was an image that she stared
 at...wanting to burn the image of this moment into her
 mind's eye forever. She saw this as a critical defining
 moment of her life, and one she wished to savor. 
 
 "Ohhhhhhh aaaaa," Jason sighed as the blood trapped in
 the barrel of his cock now pushed forward and expanded
 the head to accommodate the wider channel it would now
 travel.  Like Rita, he gazed at the reflection in the
 mirror...his member captured by her enveloping
 softness, and her look of pleasure in what she had
 accomplished.

 Slowly she began to rotate herself around him, widening
 herself centimeter by centimeter. Her pussy was now in
 full production of girl juice. Her reflection showed
 that Jason's thick shaft was being liberally coated
 with the slippery nectar, and she began to experiment
 with a short up and down strokes mixed in with the
 rotation.

 When she had enveloped him completely, she leaned back
 into his chest, and sighed contentedly. With her cunt
 completely full of the male member, she finally felt
 that she had uncovered a mysterious secret that had
 eluded her for years. She leaned against him, then
 turned to pull his mouth to hers. "Thank you for this.
 I love it. Thank you, thank you," she murmured. Then
 she straightened her body and began the dance she had
 been waiting a lifetime for. She raised and lowered
 her torso, her slick velvetness sliding over him. 
 
 Then he grasped her hips, adding his own upthrusting
 beat and together they began to move as one. 

 Each watched the reflection of their coupling. Jason
 marveled in her tightness and her passion, and Rita
 had quickly lost herself in the new sensations that
 coursed through her with each pistoning thrust. 

 She had used vibrators in her playground, but she had
 never imagined that her first time would be like this.
 It seemed like every nerve, every muscle, every cell
 of her body was reveling in the warm wash of passion
 that was centered in her groin. An animal she never
 knew existed came out and she grunted as her clit
 ground onto the surface of Jason's tightened nutsack
 and the two orbs within. As she rose from him, she
 sighed as if something dear were about to leave her.

 As she reached for the crescendo she could feel welling
 from around her pussy, she was enraptured with her
 passion. When the wave of her maximum pleasure began,
 her partner suddenly began to thrust hard against her,
 and began to massage her pussy lips with his hands,
 adding fuel to her raging sexual fire.

 "Ooooooooooo," she crooned. "Oh my, oh! I love it!
 Love it! Loveitloveitloveit!

 "My gaaawwwwdddd! Uuuuuuuuuuaaahhhahhhhhhh."

 Jason thrust upwards into her crotch with sharp strokes,
 and suddenly she went stiff as the crescendo of her
 orgasm swept through her body. As each wave of ecstasy
 struck her, Jason could feel the strong muscles of her
 vagina stroke and stroke his embedded phallus. Now as
 her body crested the wave, he slowed the pace of his
 thrusting to be able to capture the moment of her first
 orgasm as a woman. 

 This whole thing was surreal for him... His first
 "seduction" (if he could call it that), his first
 virgin, and perhaps most importantly, the first time
 with a girl/woman who really reached for her sexuality.
 He watched her somewhat use him for her own purposes,
 yet at the same time as he watched her face and body
 react to her moment of passage he thought about what
 a great thing it was to watch, and be a part of.

 As she slumped against his body, she swiveled on the
 peg firmly wedged within to try to face him. "That was
 so glorious," she panted. "I can never tell you how
 glorious. I will treasure this forever and ever." 

 Kiss. Another kiss. Then a long, tongue battling lip-
 lock.

 Once broken, Jason said, "I think I have to do some
 thanking too. This was my first real love-making, and
 I was drawn into it. I saw some things from you today
 that I never dreamed existed in you, and I don't mean
 just this. I won't forget this moment for a long time,
 either."

 With that, he stood, and grasping her firmly around
 the middle took her to the bed, his penis still
 embedded in her.

 "But now it is time for a full-bore, knock down, drag
 out, total fucking, Rita. And I am going to drive you
 and your pussy crazy!"

 And with that, he rotated her onto her back and before
 she caught her breath, he was fully embedded into her,
 his public bone mashing her clit. 

 The afternoon turned into a multi-orgasm fuckfest in
 every room of the house, and culminated on the deck
 in the rain. 

 Life found the two entwined for the rest of their stay
 in college...and beyond. 

 Rita became the architect that she set out to be, and
 used her understanding of the geology of a building's
 environment to gain wide acclaim. Jason changed his
 major to geology and worked his way through a number
 of posts to achieve a high-ranking position in the
 U.S. Geological Survey.

 They never married, but they never were apart. Rita
 had two boys and a girl from her love making sessions
 with Jason over the years. After initial displeasure
 with their "free-living" lifestyles, both sets of
 parents grew to love their child's partner, and
 acknowledged the strength of their rather "unusual"
 relationship. 

 And on the same day in May, they return for a "date"
 in the bedroom of a certain A-frame cabin on the lake.
 A picture frame holds a sheer bra and a white semi-
 sheer blouse over the bed.