FORMATIVE YEARS CHAPTER 1 OF 3

 FORMATIVE YEARS CHAPTER 1 OF 3
 
           Part Three
 
UNIVERSITY YEARS
 
I spent my freshman year at the university in a state of near perpetual fear. I just thought I had to work at studying to get through high school! At the university, everything was big: the campus, the student body, the buildings, and most of all, the class assignments.  
 
Girls oh yeah girls well, they existed in big numbers too on campus, some really great looking babes, but I was so engrossed in keeping my head above water grade-wise, that I barely noticed them. I was so scared and studied so hard that I made the Dean's List of the top 20% of the student body the first semester and never dropped from the list in four years! But at the cost of very little social life Instead, I had my girlie mages, typewritten copies of sex stories that circulated throughout the dorm in those days before computers and the internet, and i had my right hand. That was my "social life." That was my freshman year.
 
My sophomore year! Ah, yes, my sophomore year. I joined a fraternity and my social life improved to the point I began dating some, ordinary girls, ordinary dates, and definitely no sex. Then, I celebrated my 19th birthday in January and met HER in February, on the 28th.  
 
I lost my virginity on February 29th (yes, it was a leap year). HER (she) was Jennifer. Jennifer could have been the other girl next door--the one on the other side of our house. Jennifer possessed a flaming and natural red head of hair with green eyes and a quite cute, turned up nose. Her face contained a sprinkling of freckles.  
 
My red headed flame stood a petite five foot three with a figure of 34B, 26, 34 with a tight little ass and two gorgeous legs descending down from said ass. Said ass would also sway and twitch deliciously as she walked.  
 
I met Jen one day on my way to class--she was descending the steps of the science building as I was starting up. We both had our heads down, avoiding the blowing, stinging snow, deep in thought and not watching where we were going. We crashed into each other and both fell to the steps, scattering our books and papers in the wind and snow. Neither one of us got hurt physically
 
"God damn, why you don’t watch where you are going?" shouted this angry red head as her temper rapidly flared.
 
"I could say the same to you,"  
 
"Nothing gallant about you, is there, you big overgrown ox!"
 
"Not in this day of women's lib." I quipped. This was quite out of character for the old me, but a year at the big U had changed me some. I could see that Jen was really angry, but neither of us said anymore as we frantically tried to retrieve our blowing papers and books. We charged off in opposite directions: me to be late for class and she to where ever she was headed.
 
And, what about that "big, overgrown ox" comment? Well, I was, sort of. By my second year at the university, I had reached six foot four in height and two-hundred and thirty-five well muscled pounds. I possessed really broad shoulders, a chiseled face, dark brown hair and eyes, a narrow waist, and although she could not see them, I also possessed a bigger than average cock and near a near six-pack set of abs.
 
The next night, February 29th my fraternity was invited to a sorority house Leap Year Party. I decided at the last minute to attend. I had a big exam the next day, but I decided the hell with it, I am tired of studying. So, I went.  
 
About an hour into the party, I was at the buffet table where I picked up some hors d'oeuvres and a glass of punch, heavily spiked, I was told, and had started to turn around to my right to return to the other room. The up to now unnoticed girl on my right, just at the same moment, began her turn to the left to leave and we crashed. My drink was knocked into her and spilled all down her boobs and chest.
 
Yes, of course it was Jen. I caught the flaming red hair and the matching angry red face just as I also caught her drink, purposely tossed straight into my face! We both stood there, glaring at one another and dripping down our fonts.  
 
Impulsively and deftly, I flipped and hours oeuvres into the exposed cleavage (which was a great deal of exposure) of her cocktail dress bodice. She reacted by slapping my face. I slapped hers! Then we glared at each other again.  
 
I picked up another hors d'oeuvre with a whipped cream top and, with exaggerated slowness, squished it against her mouth. With equal agonizing slowness, she then did the same to me!  
 
Quite a few other guests by now stood in horrified trances, looking on as we stood in a glaring face off, dripping punch and whipped cream.  
 
Time stood still for I don't know how long as we continued to stand with hands on hips, glaring at one another, almost nose to nose, silently daring the other to do something more.  
 
Suddenly, smacking my lips on the cream, I started to chuckle, Jen started to giggle, and then we both started laughing so hard we had to hold our sides.
 
"We seem to keep bumping into each other," I said.  
 
"Yes," Jen replied, "shall we kiss and make up?"  
 
By now we had semi collapsed in spasms of laughter with my hands on her shoulders and her hands on my shoulders, foreheads touching. We looked into each other's eyes and--kissed. It was an amazing kiss that just kept going, and going, and...  
 
We finally broke apart when the loud applause began to register in our heads. We both grinned at each other and the crowd and then Jen said, "Let's go up to my room and see if we can get cleaned up a bit. Come on."  
 
With that, Jen took my hand and led me out and up some stairs in the hallway to the upper floor. After unlocking the door, Jen led me into her room, reclosing and I noted, relocking the door.  
 
"My name is Jennifer, but you can call me Jen," she said, "what's your name?"
 
"James, but you can call me James."
 
"Well, James," she laughed, "let's take that shirt and tie off and hung up to dry."  
 
So, off came my tie, dress shirt, and Tee shirt, leaving me bare to the waist, exposing those broad shoulders and near six-pack abs. Not wasting anytime after hanging up my stuff, Jen, standing right in front of me, face to face, then dropped her cocktail dress off her shoulders and let it drop to puddle on the floor at her feet.
 
With a big grin at me, Jen next unhooked her front closing strapless bra and let it drop, baring herself to her waist to match me.  
 
Those very lovely melons of hers suddenly began sprouting erect nipples! Jen slipped off her heels and then walked up to me saying, "James, I think I like you--a lot, even if you do make me so damned mad sometimes."  
 
We were instantly into a tight clutch, her perky, firm boobs crushed against my chest, her erect nipples so hard they nearly broke my skin. Our mouths lip locked in a long and passionate kiss. Any whipped cream that remained after our kiss downstairs, disappeared now in a flash.
 
Breaking the kiss, Jen stood and shed her half slip, leaving her in just the skimpiest of panties and a garter belt with attached black thigh highs. Her nipples continued to protrude in erect anticipation.  
 
She advanced on me and dropped my pants and boxers before I could blink. My shoes and socks went with them. My seven inch boner sprang out to full attention as Jen kneeled in front of me and began to stroke my shaft and lick my cock head.  
 
Her tongue dipped into the opening of the helmet to lick up the pre cum oozing out into the open. She put her mouth over the helmet and began to inch downwards with my hands curled in her hair, helping to force her head down further and tighter against me until her nose brushed into my pubic hair.
 
"Ohhhhhhh," I groaned, as Jen gave me the first blow job of my life. It wasn't the last "first" that night, either!  
 
After Jen cleaned my dick, I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I laid her down on her back and climbed up between her legs. Although I never done this before, I seemed to know what to do by instinct, and when I didn't, Jen coached me quite well.
 
Now it was Jen's turn to groan as I kiss and licked around on her neck, ears, and face. My cock rubbed her just below knee level since I was so much taller than she.  
 
Man! Could she ever mew and groan! I backed down some more to start on her gorgeous, large and all natural boobs with my mouth, sucking one nipple and my thumb and forefinger of a free hand working on the nipple of her other boob.
 
By nutbuster