More Small Town College Girl

One thing I learned in college was how wonderfully random life could be. I noticed a new girl in the cafeteria and fought off shyness to introduce myself. The short conversation that followed led to a date the next afternoon with Sam, for Samantha. I took her to a local lake followed by a burger and a visit to the spillway below the lake that evening.    
     
And so, here I stood cupping the breasts of a beautiful 5’4” small-town girl. My head was spinning. Before I could catch myself, I said, “It’s only 7:45 so maybe you’d like to see the big old house I rent with two other guys. I promise to have you back to the dorm by 9:00.”      
     
“OK,” she said.      
     
Sam talked and talked as I drove to my place. I couldn’t tell if she was as nervous as me, but I tried to keep up with the conversation even as distracted as I was by my questions about what might happen next with Sam.      
     
When we arrived, I showed her the large house we rented cheaply by splitting it three ways. One of the guys was watching television and I introduced Sam. I could tell he was impressed. After a few minutes of small talk, we excused ourselves and went to my room.      
     
 Within a few seconds, Sam’s robe was on the floor and her beautiful form stood before me in her swimsuit. Then the top came up over her head in a flash revealing the two tits I’d been holding earlier. I pulled off my shirt and, as we kissed, she began that sway again, this time giving us skin-to-skin enjoyment.      
     
We found our way to my bed. My hands and lips couldn’t get enough of Sam’s breasts. Her nipples were hard with excitement and her female aroma flowed over me as I began to rub my hand over the curvy front of her body. Her legs spread in invitation and I dipped into her moist warmth with my fingers. I kissed her pubic mound and rolled onto my back to catch my breath and slow things down. I could see my cock rock hard in the dim light from a nightlight. I sensed that she was looking at it, too.      
     
Suddenly, Sam’s body rolled over on top of me. I felt her hand on my cock and then realized she had slid down on me. Her pelvis began pumping frantically as I lay underneath her swaying weight. The pace of it all overwhelmed me and after just a minute I whispered, “I’m coming.”
     
Sam pulled up from me in a flash and began sliding on my cock with the wet lips of her pussy as I sprayed my load. After I was spent, she continued her sliding as she whimpered above me. Looking down I could see her point of contact with me and it was a vision I never forgot, her young pussy sliding up and down my shaft as remnants of cum oozed down the swollen crown of my dick and onto my stomach.        
     
As I lay there bathing in euphoria underneath Sam’s warm breasts, I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of experiences she must have had in her small hometown. I didn’t care because I was getting her now and would have her to myself for at least another few weeks while she was on campus learning about college life.      
     
I think Sam may have taught more than she learned.