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 Title: Visiting Shawna
Part: 1 of 2
Author: Ericatits (joe.ericatits@gmail.com)
Keywords: MF, cons, rom, nosex, 1st, pett, coll, real
Summary: While in college I make out with my girlfriend and get to know
another girl with whom I'll be doing much more in the second part of the
story.
Author's Note: This is the true story of my meager sexual exploits while
a college student.  (The most significant of them, anyway.) But it also
provides the background necessary to fully appreciate Visiting Shawna, Part
2.  If you want to skip to the action without any context, go read that

instead.

   When I was in college I had two very close friends, Brian and Bill. 
Brian and I lived in a double room in a dormitory, and Bill had a single
just down the hall.  For most of our time there we all had steady
girlfriends: Laura with Brian, Shawna with Bill, and Rylee with me.  They
all lived on the other side of campus, Shawna and Rylee each in single
rooms and Laura sharing a double with another girl that I didn't really
know.
Most nights followed the same schedule: the six of us would eat dinner
together, then watch a movie or something.  Then Rylee and I would go hang
out in her room, Brian and Laura would hang out in our room, and Bill and
Shawna would hang out in his room for a few hours.  Then when Laura and
Rylee were ready for bed or whatever, Bill, Shawna, Brian, and I would lay
on a pullout sofa in our room and play video games until the early morning

hours.

   Laura was a very tall, thin girl with curly blond hair, small high
breasts, and a very pretty face.  She had the kind of body that fills out a
bikini perfectly, and I was lucky enough to see her in one a time or two.
Rylee was shorter, with brown hair hanging down to her butt, nice-sized
tits, and some serious acne.  She had the kind of body that would also look
pretty good in a bikini, but was so self-conscious about not being as thin
as girls like Laura that she would never wear one.  Shawna was very short
and mousy-looking, with straight black hair, dorky glasses, crooked teeth,
lots of freckles, and enormous tits.  She always wore baggy, loose-fitting
clothing, so I could never tell much more about her body than that.

   We were all Christians to one degree or another -- Bill and Shawna were
even studying to be pastors -- so we weren't very sexually active.  At
least, I assumed not.  When Rylee and I would hang out in her room we
cuddled together in her bed with all of our clothes on.  It took weeks
before I took the arm that was wrapped around her stomach and moved it from
above her shirt to underneath.  I could tell she was uncomfortable, but she
didn't ask me to stop.  And I was in heaven -- I just couldn't believe how
smooth and soft someone's skin could feel.  The next week I was adventurous
enough to nestle my pinky finger in her belly button, which brought more
looks of mild disapproval from her and wonderful tingling feelings for me.

   The next week I finally asked if I could kiss her.  She said "yes",
closed her eyes, and pursed her lips.  Not wanting to press my luck, I just
leaned in, pressed my lips to hers for a moment, and released.  It wasn't
much, but just as with her skin I couldn't believe that anyone's lips could
be so soft or moist.  This time the look she gave me was not one of
disapproval or worry, but some other, happy emotion.  So I took another,
longer (but still close-mouthed) kiss.  And I decided I had better not
waste the opportunity, but slowly pulled the covers down and her shirt up
so that I could see the creamy white skin of her stomach, and kissed her
there as well.

   By the next week I just couldn't wait any longer to touch her breasts.
While we were spooning, with my arm under her shirt wrapped around her
stomach, I stuck out my thumb and slowly moved it upward, sliding it
between the cups of her bra and nestling it between her tits.  I had
thought that her stomach skin was impossibly soft, but this was like a
whole other world.  That first night, and for the next several nights, I
just kept my thumb there between two mounds of titflesh, basking in the
knowledge that I was touching breasts.

   By the next week I was feeling more adventurous again, and slid my whole
hand between her tits, then slowly closed it to cup the right breast and
gently squeeze it.  With each excruciatingly slow step toward sexual
exploration the warm tingling sensation all over my body grew stronger. 
(And of course my dick was rock-hard through all of this, though she never
acted like she noticed as it pressed into the back of her thighs.) When I
was exploring she would close her eyes and make cute little noiseless
movements of her mouth.  When she felt I was moving too fast she would
gently reach up and reposition my hand somewhere that she was already
comfortable with.  Then I would kiss her and try again, hoping that my
ministrations would coax the part of her that loved the feeling of what we
were doing to override the part that felt it was morally wrong.

   It wasn't long before I wanted to feel a nipple.  So a few days later I
took my hand that was cupping her right breast from within her cleavage and
sweeped it around until my palm was resting on her hard, little nipple.  It
took a few days before I could do this without resistance, but it was
totally worth it.  I'm not sure why a nipple was so exciting -- I have
nipples -- but God, did hers feel good in my hand.

   Once I had felt every inch of her right breast in every way that I hoped
could be pleasurable to her, getting access to her left breast was easy. 
It was somewhat larger than the right one, and her left nipple did not get
quite as hard when I rubbed my palm over it.

   Having her lay on her back while I reached up her shirt and under the
cups of her bra was really getting to be too much of a pain -- even for her
apparently!  Because she surprised me one night by pulling my hands away
and then reaching under her shirt in the back to take her bra off, pulling
it out the bottom.  This was the sexiest thing I had ever seen her do. 
Without any support, her boobs (the only word she ever used for them) hung
down while she was sitting up, then out to the side when she laid down. 
From now on I could easily cup both breasts at the same time, roll her
nipples between my fingers, and enjoy them to the very best of my hands'
ability.

   But I still hadn't actually seen the breasts that I was fondling.  And
in fact, it took weeks of trying before she allowed me to pull her shirt up
and the blanket down at the same time and take a look at those glorious
mounds.  I had seen plenty of pornography, of course, but nothing really
prepares you for your first sight of live, nude tits.  It had been love at
first feel, but it was even more love at first sight.  Visibly it was very
clear how much smaller her right breast (like a baseball) was than the left
one (like a softball).  They both had brownish-red wrinkly areolas the size
of silver dollars with thin pink nipples that, while I was working on them,
stood at attention.

   Now that I had her breasts freed of bra, shirt, and blanket, it was only
a matter of time before my kisses were going to extend from her mouth down
to her cleavage and all around her breasts, eventually landing on her
nipples.  And after kissing them was OK, I started licking all around them,
ending by flicking her nipples with my tongue.  And once that was
normalized I would suck on them, first just her nipples, then pulling the
entire areola into my mouth while lapping at the nipples with my tongue.

   Throughout all of this she continued to just lay still with her eyes
closed and a faint smile on her face, seeming to be off in another world.
While I would never say that I got tired of playing with her tits, I
eventually wanted a new exciting adventure, and so in the middle of this I
would begin slowly moving my fingers from her breast down over her belly
and hooking them under the waistband of her shorts and panties.  As before,
she resisted, and moved my hand back to somewhere she was more comfortable
with.  But unlike those other times she never relented.  The closest I ever
got to her pussy was feeling a few wisps of pubic hair as I pushed my
fingers just under the top of her underwear and let her pull them away. 
She later explained that this was a red line for her; she loved making out
with me, but I would not be touching her below the waist, nor her me,
before we were married.

   So we got into a routine that pretty much followed all of my
explorations sped up into the course of an hour or two.  I would come over,
she would take off her bra, and we would climb into bed to cuddle.  After a
while I would begin massaging her breasts, and then we would both take our
shirts off.  Then I would sit on her and fondle her breasts with both hands
while my mouth alternated between sucking her nipples and kissing her lips.
When we were done we would go back to clothed cuddling until she fell
asleep and my erection subsided.  Then I would get up, walk back to my
dorm, rub one out in the bathroom, and go play video games with Bill,
Brian, and Shawna.  We did this almost every night in her room, sometimes
in mine when Brian was away, even in my parents' bed and her parents'
basement while on break.  While I wanted more, and had the worst blue balls
at times, I was in ecstasy with what I had.

   One late Saturday night when we were taking a break from gaming, Shawna
asked Brian and I, "Do you guys masturbate?" This was not the kind of topic
that we usually discussed!  I was embarassed, but I had to be honest and
say that I did, in the bathroom when it was empty.  (I also did with porn
in our room when I thought Brian was asleep, but I didn't mention that.)
Brian and Bill said that they did too.  At Shawna's prompting, we discussed
frequency, technique, and even the smell of semen!  It seemed that Bill had
the record: 15 times in one day while home from school sick.

   Then Shawna and Bill explained that he used to masturbate, but they
decided it was less sinful for her to jerk him off.  I was not expecting
that!  And even though Shawna had never really masturbated herself, Bill
fingered her sometimes too.  Brian said that he and Laura did that too, and
that they even had oral sex sometimes.  I had to tell them that we didn't
do any of that, though I certainly wanted to!

   I tried using this discussion to convince Rylee that it would be OK for
us to go a little further, but she would have none of it.  I still had free
reign to enjoy her tits, and enjoy them I did!  But her pussy and my aching
cock were strictly off-limits, no matter what anyone else was doing.

   Things continued on in this way for most of four years.  Eventually Bill
and Shawna got engaged.  Then we started seeing less and less of Bill as he
started playing more and more of one of the first MMORPGs.  So Shawna just
hung out with Brian and I, going to see Bill for private time and not much
else.  About halfway through our senior year she found out that he had been
skipping all of his classes to play this game and was failing out of
college.  That afternoon she came running into our room crying, without her
engagement ring, and told us it was over.  Bill had chosen the MMORPG over
school, over our friendship, and over her.  As I hugged her and tried to
comfort her, I tried to focus on her needs and not on how wonderfully soft
those huge tits felt, but it wasn't easy.

   We were pretty much her only friends, so after she broke off the
engagement Brian, Shawna and I became the group that hung out all the time,
as Bill distanced himself further from all of us.  Almost immediately
Shawna started changing her wardrobe, replacing her loose-fitting sweats
with low-cut tops and tight short-shorts.  And I could see that she
actually had a really great body that she'd been hiding all of those years.
No matter what she wore I'd always known she had a huge rack, but seeing
the deep cleavage between her double-Ds was something else entirely!  It
was clear her new, sluttier look was an overreaction to what she saw as
betrayal by Bill, but it made our time together much more enjoyable.

   At the end of the year we all graduated (except for Bill who pretty much
disappeared).  Shawna got an apartment in town, took a job waitressing, and
had but then lost a live-in boyfriend named Derrick.  Brian and Laura moved
away together.  Rylee moved across the state too.  My job took me just
about an hour away from our college town.  We tried the long-distance thing
for a while, but it wasn't really working, so we broke off our relationship
for a bit.  I missed her terribly, but I missed those nights of playing
with her tits most of all.  It was time for a new chapter in my life ...