The "Good" Catholic college girl - part 3, commence the bone-ing | 2016

Part 2 - for those not caught up

I also apologize. There is some super cliched shit in here, right down to saying "I love you" just before taking someones virginity. But, I swear it's how it went down. We were young, stupid and repressed.

Fast forwarding to exams week in mid December. I was taking lots of programming so most of my "exams" were projects. We didn't really see each other the first two weeks of December because of the load from school and work, but I do remember that Maggie convinced her parents to let her stay on campus the last weekend before Christmas.

My school was weird and our last day for exams was a Monday, so she told her parents she needed to stay the weekend to finish a project. In reality we’d both finished our semesters the Friday before that weekend. Her roommate left for home that same Friday, which meant we she her dorm to herself until she got picked up Monday by her Mom (I lived off campus, but shared a bedroom).

Friday night we hung with my friends. I distinctly remember busting out a bottle of Crown Royal to celebrate. Maggie, in spite of her upbringing (or perhaps because of), was a bit of a sauce monster. She got very drunk very fast, so much so that she laid down in my bed around 8:00. I kept partying, playing Teken Tag and sucking crown and coke.

Near midnight, Maggie comes out of my room, considerably more sober, but wanting to go home. I tap out, and go for my coat. She pulls me aside, and whispers in my ear, “grab some clothes, you're staying over tonight.” ORLY? Not needing to be told twice, I packed my backpack and we headed out the door.

It was a gorgeous night. There was a light snowfall coming down (clichéd, I know), and campus was super quiet since everyone was gone for the break. The walk to her place wasn't far, and the entrance we used when coming from my apartment was this weird basement entrance where you had to take a ramp down to it. Just before we got to the door, she grabbed my hand, spun me around and pushed me against the wall.

She was wearing her typical hoodie (with a winter jacket) and baggy jeans. She was grinning, biting her lower lip. I started to kiss her, tasting the liquor still on her breath. Her hair was a mess from the nap, but still in a braid, which I always liked the look of. We made out for a few minutes, until I started running my hands up her backside, under her hoodie and shirt, feeling her nice warm skin. I was a bit drunk, so I was likely more aggressive than normal, but I let my hand roam down inside her jeans, expecting to find her butt covered by her underwear (she still often rocked the lady boxer-briefs), but instead it was solid bare butt.

I broke the kiss, and blurted out, "you're not wearing any underwear!"

She smiled wickedly, "Check under your pillow." I cupped her entire ass in my hand, forcibly squeezing it, enjoying its firmness (she had been playing volleyball in inter-mural, so her ass was full-on spectacular at this point) and smashed my lips into hers.

I already had a rock hard erection, and I’m sure she could feel it poking into her. She reached into my pants and started rubbing my member. We kept kissing, enjoying the contract of our hot breath and skin and the cool air, ignoring the fact that at any time someone could walk down the ramp or come out of the dorm.

Maggie kept kissing me and working my shaft inside my pants. She pushed me into the concrete wall that made up the foundation of the dorm, broke the kiss and quickly squatted to the ground, while simultaneously unbuttoning my pants. I was leaning against the wall, amazed at the brazenness of my GF. She was usually so reserved in public (PDAs were uncommon from her) and we’d never done anything remotely this risqué outside. Out comes my cock. I remember the cold air feeling searing on it but, just as starkly, I felt the hot dampness of her mouth engulfing it. In our months of dating, her technique has improved dramatically, but I guess if you're sucking cock 5+ times week you can refine your skills to expert level. I never lasted long unless she wanted me to, and tonight she didn't want me to.

The amount of suction she was able to produce is still unmatched by any woman I've been with. She could hurt you if she wanted, just by sucking that hard. That night she was in a hurry, and I think I was ready to blow my load in, maybe, a minute. She could tell, and when she had me on the edge, she pulled her head away, leaving just the tip of her tongue swirling around my cock head.

I looked down and when I made eye contact she stopped swirling, "I have a surprise for you!"

I mumbled something unintelligible, and she giggled saying, "I've been on birth control since the week before Thanksgiving." She engulfed me again and sucked hard causing me to cum almost immediately. I filled her mouth, but by now she had become a pro at swallowing, so nothing seeped out of her lips and she left my cock spotless. After she stood up, I gently tucked my cock back in to my pants, and buttoned them. As I came down from my orgasm, I started to really process what she'd said.

Now, a note: I was 20 years old at this point, and I was dumb as hell, like, I considered myself a libertarian, that's how young, stupid and entitled I was. At some point she had told me that she wanted to wait to have sex. What for, I have no idea, but she wanted to wait. She was still going home every weekend and her parents hadn't relaxed much of their manipulative ways. We had talked about this prior to me meeting her parents (at Thanksgiving, which has a whole store to go with it that has nothing to do with sex, and everything to do with norovirus). I was on board, who knows why. Like I said, I was stupid. I had convinced myself that we didn't need sex to have a good relationship. Yeah, I know.

So, her saying she was on the pill could really only be interpreted one way: she was down to fuck, or at least thought she'd want the option. Either way, I win!

"What are you saying?"

She grinned again, before wrapping me in a hug, "Well, I think I want you to be my first. I think I'm in love with you."

I responded the only way I could, "Well, I think I love you too!"

Much making out ensues, and at some point the door is unlocked and we kiss/stumble our way up the 3 flights to her room. I remember making her walk in front of me, and at some point I tried to pants her, but only got her jeans half way down her ass. She took off running the rest of the way to her room.

I kept walking, but she had apparently ran ahead enough that she unlocked her room, and had stripped naked, save her socks, by the time I got there. She was sitting, legs crossed, arms folded across her lap, as I entered the room. As I closed the door and locked it, she undid her now lose braid, shaking out her hair, until it was a giant red mass.

I took off my boots, and started to strip down until I was in just my boxer briefs. I walked over and spread her legs apart. As I looked between them, I was elated to see she had shaved herself, not bald, but instead of 4-6" stringy pubes, she was a short, maybe 1/2" long now. That was a big deal for her, as she only ever really shaved her arm pits because her leg hair was so thin and fine that she never really needed to shave. She only wore not-pants at volleyball practice or at home in private. Which her bush trimmed, her lips were much easier to expose, and I dove right in to her already wet pussy. She'd clearly thought this whole thing through, and knew what she was doing.

I didn't waste much time, and immediately started in on her clit. She liked to sit on her chair when I ate her out. I wasn't a huge fan because it made it tough to watch her facial expression, as he head would lean all the way back. The upside is her tits would stand out against her chest when she did that, and they looked incredible, but it preferred the bed as a spot to much box. Anyways, I worked her pussy until I could tell she was nearing orgasm. I stopped and stood, leaning over her, again I partially blame the liquor. "I want to make love to you!"

It was a risk, just because she was on BC didn’t mean she was ready to have sex, but if I didn’t try I’d never know, and as the crazy became more evident, I found myself basing more of relationship in our physical chemistry than our mutual adoration for each other. Sex can bridge a lot of gaps in a bad relationship.

She looked at me nervously; still panting form my oral pleasures. "Okay, but you need to lead."

That wouldn't be a problem. I had told her my sexual history (only slept with 2 women prior, always used a condom, I was both girls firsts...yeah, 3 virgins...go me or something). She had some of the condoms they gave you at dorm move in, so I grabbed one and she made her way to her bad.

I lay on top of her, and started kissing her again, working my way from her face's lips to her pussy lips. I groped her tits with my left hand, while my right worked inside her vagina. My tongue worked her clit until I once again had her edging. I opened the condom, and rolled it onto my cock (hooray for being 20 and having no recovery time), and lined it up with her entrance.

"Are you sure?" She nodded, and kissed me. I slowly started to push into her. She kept gasping, and I kept pushing further in. Once I had bottomed out, I pushed myself up to look at her, before asking "You okay?" "Yeah, I feel really full, it's odd, but I think I like it."

"Any pain?"

"No...I guess I'm not a virgin any more!"

"Heh, nope, I guess not."

I laughed and the sensation caught her off guard. I leaned in and kissed her deeply. I started to pull back, and then slowly thrust. She wasn't especially tight, but I had done what I could to make sure she was plenty aroused before I entered her, so I wasn't shocked.

I kept thrusting into her and she rapidly became lost in the moment. Her eyes closed and her breathing quickened. The condom numbed things enough that I was able to go for quite a while, but eventually I felt that familiar sensation of my balls tightening. I started to come, and as I did, I saw her watching my face. In hindsight I feel a little bad that I didn’t get her off, but so it goes.

I withdrew from her, and tossed the condom, noticing the slight red tint it had, either from her “cherry” or because she was starting to spot (she was on the non-hormone pill portion of her BC).

"Was that okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, it felt great! Thank you for being gentle."

I just smiled and kissed her. I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, until I rested it on her mound. She didn't protest, so I started working her clit with my hand, and then gently inserted my middle and ring finger into her. I curled my hand and put pressure on her clit, rocking it back and forth. It didn't take much for her hips to start to buck and an orgasm roll through her.

In the afterglow of her orgasm, we exchange the words of young, stupid people who thought they were in love. In hindsight, that night was one of the best of our relationship, not in terms of the sex, but in terms of lack of drama and happiness we both felt. I look at it and realize we weren’t in real love, but it was as close as you could get at that stage of life.

We spent that weekend having boring missionary sex. It was fine, but uncreative. I know most women can't orgasm from vaginal stimulation only, but I found that she could, which was pretty awesome. As we had more sex it became clear that she could in fact, orgasm incredibly fast, which I exploited a lot later.

She grew in confidence a lot after we started fucking regularly. Like, a lot. By spring break she had bought a bunch of sexy underwear (she still wore baggy jeans and hoodies though) and she had started having me tie her up to her bed. I learned I'm not a fan of nipple clamps, and at some point just before the end of the spring semester, things climaxed in a weekend where I set my personal best for number of times I came in a single day, and she had to stop fucking me because her pussy was too severely chaffed.

The crazy was coming on strong by then though. Lots of post-sex tears, guilt, emotional manipulation, a failed class and suddenly Jesus and her parents were the 3rd wheel in our relationship.

So, I suppose that's Part 4.