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Nancy

I was the first one of my family to go to college.  We lived in
Dearborn, Michigan, and my brother and all my uncles worked at the Ford
Rouge plant. My brother was a die maker, and he earned a good living  I
had always thought that I could do better, that I could become a
scientist or a professor.  In high school I studied very hard and got
the top grades, which earned me a partial scholarship at Wayne State in
Detroit, when I graduated from Fordson High.    My family could not help
me with the school expenses, so I took on odd jobs.  For most of my
undergraduate years I was a bell hop at the Dearborn Inn.  My school
work and the job cost me almost eighteen hours a day.  My body withstood
the grind only because it was young.

Every morning I rode the streetcar on Warren Avenue, which took me to
the university on Woodward Avenue.  Since I am talking about steetcars,
you know that this is a story that happened a long time ago.   

I was not a bad looking fellow.  In fact, I was a bit cute in a youngish
way.  I had blonde hair, a blonde face and a blonde body.  But I was
rather small.  I was eighteen years old, but people thought that I was
fourteen.

My career plans were not certain.  Just getting through college would
have been an achievement for me and my family.  I chose to study history
and German, although those subjects would not get me far in securing  a
job with the Ford Motor Company.  I was an innocent boy, who, at age
eighteen, was still a virgin.

I had never dated, and girls had never shown much interest in me,
perhaps because I was known then what kids now call a "nerd".  I did not
do sports. In high school I was in the chess club and band.  I did not
go to the senior prom, because I did not have a date, and I did not feel
bad about it.

Wayne State in the early fifties was, for me, a magical place where I
could find people who thought about things, all kinds of things.  It was
a working class university, where  people of all ethnic backgrounds were
making their first steps toward middle class professionalism.

I knew so much, yet I was yet so naive.  The teaching assistant who
conducted our English 101 class hit upon me, and I let him have his
way.  I went to his apartment one day and let him suck on my cock, which
felt very good.  It was the first time that I had an orgasm with another
person.  But then he pushed me down and forced his cock into my ass,
which hurt awfully.  I was then no longer a virgin, but I did not know
what I, in fact, really was.  I was attracted to girls, not to guys

There were a couple of girls whom I could have had, if I wanted.  One
was a stout girl who was very pushy.  On an outing she sang dirty songs
and looked lascivicouly into my face as we rode on the bus.  I knew that
I could fuck with her for the first time, but I didn't want to, because
she was a bit gross.  The other girl would let me take her, if I would
marry her, even though I didn't know her all that well.  She thought
that I had "character" and that I would make a good husband.  She
belonged to an obscure Slavic tribe which valued such things.  The girl
had fat thighs.

I remained a virgin throughout my freshman year, jerking off at least
once a day.  I considered it sexual therapy  In my sophmore year I met
Nancy, who was as socially awkard as I.  She was, I must admit, a mousey
girl; small, skinny and a bit disheveled.  She was bright, knowing
German and French rather well.  We were drawn to each other, although we
circled each other, looking for flaws.  When we first met, when we were
still strangers, I told her that she would look better, if she would put
her hair into a pony tail.  She scowled at me derivisely.  But, the next
day, she appeared in class with her mousey hair in a poney tail, and she
seemed to me to be quite attractive.

She came to me.  That is the only way I can explain it.  She came to me
and waited upon me patiently.  I wondered about her.  She had put her
hair into a poney tail, and she had put some color on her childish
lips.  She came to me and waited for me to accept her.  I felt as if I
were on the end of a limb.  She was cute, in a small way, I thought. 
She had no discernable breasts.  She stood before me, looking at me,
expecting me to do something.  I scarcely knew the girl, but I knew that
I was being presented with an opportuntiy that most guys would envy.

I was mistaken.  She let me touch her face with my fingers, but she
refused to let me touch her anywhere else.  All that she wanted to do
was to cuddle and to kiss, which we did for the longest time.  We were ,
obviously, two virgins.  I had fantisized about  having a girl who was
more experienced than I, who would teach me how to do "it".   Nancy was
certainly not that girl..

We kissed a lot during those first couple of days of our relationship. 
Nancy let me fondle her shoulders and upper arms, which were a gaunt as
an eleven year old's, but she sternly reject my attempts to feel her
legs or her chest.  We talked  incessently about history and
philospohy.  She was a philosophy major.  We tried to converse in
German, buy my command of the language was not yet sufficient.  We were
two "nerds" who had found one another.

After a week together we knew that we were a couple.  I told her that I
was a virgin and that I  was willing to surrender my virginity to her. 
Nancy was not impressed, although she seemed to be a bit amused..  Then
she became very serious.  She  held my cheeks in both of her hands, her
face very close to mine and she said that she was not a virgin.  She
explained that in high school she had  had an affair with a classmate,
another girl.  It had lasted for just three months, but during that time
her partner had penetrated her with her fingers, ripping her hymen.  I
was not too disappointed.  I told her about my sexual experience with
the teaching assistant the previous year.

We were then more relaxed, having shared our secrets.  We kissed with a
new desperation.  I ventured to run my hand up to her chest, where I
discovered tiny breasts which were not apparent through her blouse. 
Nancy did not push my hand away.  I knew then that we were ready for
each other; it was just a matter of patience and timing.  I unbuttoned
the top of her blouse and inserted my hand, encountering a bra, which,
for Nancy, was entirely needless.  I did not know how to get the garment
off, so I had to be satisfied with wriggling my fingers under it to feel
her tittie flesh.  I wanted so much more, but we were sitting in my '48
Ford, parked in front of her house, and I didn't have a condom.

Nancy let me run my hand up her leg, under her skirt, as we kissed
passionately, our tongues fully engaged.  Her legs were very slender,
but her thighs were warm and soft.  I touched her panties, which I found
to be damp.  I rubbed her until I could tell from her reaction that I
was touching her clitoris.  I masturbated the girl, and she eeked into
my mouth, biting my lip in her passion.  We cuddled until she quieted. 
Then she looked into my face so lovingly.  I thought that she was the
most beautiful girl in the entire world.  She knew my need, but she had
no experience at all in how to give me relief.  She placed her hand on
my groin and gently squeezed my engorged cock.  I was so aroused.  I
urged her to continue to knead my hard shaft as I burried my face in her
hair, holding her tightly.  I came in my tousers, my hand on hers to
make sure it was done properly.  I nibbled on her earlobe as I messed
myself ecstatically.

Nancy knew what she had accomplished, and she looked into my face
grinning.  We kissed some more and then she had to go in.  As she got
out of the car she poked her head back in and admonished me to get some
condoms.

The next morning, in the men's room of the Parkmore Bar on the corner of
Warren and Anthony, I retrieved six condoms from the machine on the
wall.  I felt that I could use all of them that day.  I then took the
street car to the university, where I attended to my classes, looking,
also,  to catch sight of Nancy. I finally saw her, and we arranged to
have lunch together. over which I informed her that I now had
"protection".  She beamed a lovely smile at me, and our only problem was
where we would be able to do the deed.   Certainly not at my house or at
hers, where too many people were about.

That evening Nancy and I drove the Ford out Warren Avenue to Telegraph
Road, where there was a cabin (motel) complex.  I was very nervous, when
I confronted the lady at the office counter, but she was so blase.  The
place was, I later learned, a notorious "doodle dashing camp".

Once we were inside the small cabin, most of which was filled with a
bed, we became rather nervous, and we did not know how to proceed.  I
felt that I should take charge, although it was not in my nature.  I
kissed her as we stood beside the bed, and then I began to unbutton her
blouse.  I was clumsy in disrobing the girl, but I managed it and
finally she lay on the bed naked.  Nancy was almost scrawny.  Her limbs
were so slight.  I could count her ribs.  Her titties, as she lay flat,
were not discernable, but she had a lush bush of pubic hair.  I thought
that she was pretty.  Her little girl face looked into mine with such
trust.  I undressed and soon stood over her naked, my hard cock jutting
forward.  Nancy stared at it.  I then lay beside her and we embraced.

We kissed and fondled each other.  I sucked on her nipples and wanted to
explore her body with my mouth, but she was too eager to have me inside
her.  She pulled on me, breathing unevenly, and I came atop her.  She
positioned my cock at the opening of her vagina and we pushed together. 
I delighted at her warm tightness, but Nancy went completely wild.  She
set the rhythym of our fucking, which was almost violent.  She scratched
my back with her finger nails in her passion and gave me a hicky on the
neck.  She groaned with increasing loudness and  then shouted out as her
orgasm struck.  I pistoned into her, slapping my flesh against hers, and
I came before she was finished.  It was a most splendid beginning.

It is 1998 and we are still married.

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