College Pals

 Joan was a petite, 19-year-old, brunette.  She was 5’2,” and her body was accented by breasts and hips that were just large enough to give her some very nice curves.  She had very little body fat, and her belly was soft but flat.  She usually wore her hair in a style that framed her face in a soft oval.  Joan was not a glamorous beauty, but, she presented an appearance that was deliciously cute.  On top of her appearance, Joan had a very sweet personality to go with it.   
 Unbeknownst to Joan, she had played a staring roll in the wet dreams of almost every boy who knew her in high school.  She had dated a few of the luckier boys, while the rest had merely drooled over their thoughts of Joan. 
 Bill, also 19, was a very good athlete, and he had played sports through high school.  He was 5’11” and weighed 210 pounds.  He kept his light brown hair cut short and neatly combed.  Bill had kept his solid body in excellent condition during the summer following high school graduation.  When he enrolled in college, the football and basketball coaches had both been disappointed.  Bill hadn’t even tried out for their teams.    
 Unfortunately for Bill, he had not been one of Joan’s boyfriends.  They had always been friendly towards one another all through high school, but they had never been on a date.  Even though Bill frequently wanted to get to know Joan on a more personal level, one, or the other, always seemed to have something going with someone else. 
 Joan and Bill had many things in common though.  They had known each other since the 8th grade.  They had hung out with the same group of friends through high school.  Both were good students, and had known early in their Junior year they would be going to the same state university.   
 Early in their Senior year of high school, Joan and Bill had applied to, and been accepted by the state university several hundred miles from their home town.  Their acceptance was dependent on high school graduation, of course.   As resident college freshmen, they would be away from home and on their own for the first time.  Though they were very good high school students, Joan and Bill had promised to help and support each other at college if either needed it.   
 Within a week after the start of their college classes, both Joan and Bill realized they needed that help.  Bill was strong in math and the sciences.  Joan excelled in English and had wonderful writing skills.  Their skills and weaknesses complimented each other.  They were soon studying together almost every night. 
 The study sessions were held in Joan’s dorm room.  Her dorm afforded much roomier comfort than Bill's did.  Bill shared his very small dormitory accommodations with a roommate.  It was little more than one room with a bathroom at the end of the hall. 
 Joan, on the other hand, had a small apartment to her self.  It consisted of a small living room, a bedroom with two twin beds, and a bathroom.  She was supposed to have had a roommate.  However, the prospective roommate had gotten ill just prior to the beginning of classes, and she still hadn’t arrived on campus.    
 As Bill and Joan studied together, their personal relationship gradually changed.  They were slowly growing closer.  What had started out as two friends helping each other with homework, had grown to become something more.  After several weeks, their study sessions had begun to be interrupted by periods of playful teasing, prodding, hugging, and quick gentle kisses on their cheeks.  In addition to their homework sessions, they spent most of their free time together.            
 One chilly Friday evening, Bill arrived at Joan’s room carrying, along with his backpack full of books, a college student's basic survival rations, a pizza and a cheap bottle of wine. 
 He said, “We’ve been working hard on school work.  Since we don’t have class until Monday, how about helping me with this pizza and wine.  We can study tomorrow night.”
 With a smile spreading widely over her face, Joan agreed.  They had been working very hard since the start of classes, and their good test scores reflected that work.  So, she too felt they deserved a break. 
 Joan put her books away and turned on her TV.  She and Bill settled on the couch to watch TV and eat.  As the pizza disappeared and they drank the wine, they became playful with each other, as they usually did.  Then, as they finished the last of the wine, Joan laid her head on Bill’s shoulder and settled in to watch a movie that had just started on TV. 
 With his left arm around Joan’s shoulders, Bill gently pulled her toward him and tried to kiss her cheek. 
 This time, however, Joan resisted, briefly.  She turned her head to face him.  Instead of the playful peck they usually shared, she gave him a passionate, lip to lip, tongue darting, open mouth, extended lip lock. 
 As they breathlessly broke the kiss, both Bill and Joan gazed into each other’s eyes.  Something had just changed between them.  Bill scooted to the end of the couch, turned Joan so her back was toward him, and gently laid her back onto his lap. 
       She offered no resistance.  Joan, her neck and head cradled in Bill’s right arm, smiled up at him.  He was gazing into her bright hazel eyes.  Bill wrapped his left arm around Joan’s waist and, with his right arm, pulled her face toward his.  They kissed again.  Only this time, they kissed with a passion neither had known before. 
 Both knew their relationship was rapidly changing.  No longer would they be just friends and study partners.  They were becoming much more.  
 As they broke their kiss, Bill hugged her and softly said, “I’ve been wanting to do that for years, but you always seemed to have a boyfriend.”
 “Oh, I wish you had asked me out, I’ve had a crush on you since we were in the 9th grade.  I was so jealous of the girls you dated.”  Joan softly replied.  “Now, kiss me like you mean it.” 
 Bill again pulled her toward him and gave her the most sensual kiss he knew how to give.  Their tongues explored each others mouths as he held her upper body tightly to his. Bill had slid his left hand under her sweatshirt and was gently rubbing her back. 
 When he started nuzzling her neck and ears, she made soft mewing sounds.  She was purring like a kitten.  A quiet gasp escaped from Joan’s throat when Bill slid his hand around her body and cupped her right breast.     
 She wasn’t wearing a bra.  Due to her petite size, she didn’t need one.  She seldom wore a bra when not going out in public. 
 Her nipples had already hardened into small hard pebbles.  When Bill gently pinched them, a audible groan came from Joan.  She raised her chest toward Bill’s hand.  She whispered to him, “Let’s go to the bedroom.  We’ll have more room in there.” 
 Joan started to sit up, but Bill held her firmly to his chest.  He slid his left arm under her legs and, holding her tightly, stood up.  As he carried her toward her bedroom, Joan wrapped her arms around Bill’s neck and shoulders and kissed him passionately.  When they reached Joan’s bedroom, Bill gently sat her on the edge of her small bed. 
 Joan raised her arms as Bill pulled the bottom of her sweatshirt up.  Even without a bra, her smallish breasts stood firmly out from her chest.  Though her tits were small, they were an adequate handful.  Her hard nipples, protruding prominently from her breasts, seemed to be begging to be sucked.  And, that’s just what Bill did. 
 Dropping to his knees, Bill proceeded to kiss, lick, suck, and gently nip all over both of Joan’s tits.  As his mouth worked on one boob, his hand kneaded and pinched the other. 
 Joan was continuously moaning.  With her eyes closed, she had her head tossed back and rolling from side to side.  With both hands, she was firmly holding Bill’s head to her chest.     
 As Joan laid back on the bed, Bill removed his shirt and pants, and slid in next to her.  When he returned his attentions to her chest, Joan again pulled his head tightly to her.  Bill lavished attention on Joan's chest until she nudged his hand toward her stomach. 
 He slowly slid his right hand down her belly to her jeans’ waistband.  With a quick snap and zip, he gained access to her panty covered crotch.  When he put his thumb under the left side of her jeans’ waistband, Joan did the same on the right side.  A quick push and a few kicks, and Joan’s jeans flew through the air to the floor. 
 Bill and Joan were thinking similar thoughts.  Their long held dreams and desires for each other were about to come to pass.  Neither of them wanted to hurry.  Both wanted this night together to last as long as possible.   
     As Bill cradled Joan in his right arm, his mouth continued to minister to her tits, and he stroked her panty covered pussy with his left hand.  Joan’s pubic hair was nearly as soft as that on her head.  Bill enjoyed gently stroking it through her panties like a beloved kitten.  The results were much the same a stroking a kitten.  Joan seemed to be continuously purring.    
 Slowly, Joan spread her legs giving Bill greater access to her pussy.  As Bill rubbed up and down Joan’s slit, her panties rapidly became soaked with her natural lubricating juices. 
 Pulling her panties aside, Bill stroked Joan's extremely wet pussy.  Gently spreading her outer lips, he slowly inserted a finger in her love hole.  As he stroked in and out of her hot box, a second finger soon joined the first. 
 Joan’s moaning became louder as she began to loose control.  An orgasm was rapidly building.  
 In the mean time, Joan had reached down and found Bill’s already hardened cock.  Slowly at first, she began giving it long gentle strokes.  As she became more and more excited, her grip on Bill’s manhood tightened, and the speed of her stroking increased.   
 “Please, honey, I want you.  Make love to me, now.” Joan was almost begging. 
 Bill needed no further encouragement.  He quickly removed her drenched panties and his own underwear.  Gently, he rolled onto Joan and positioned his rock hard cock at the entrance to her drenched pussy.  With a short thrust, Bill’s cock head spread Joan’s outer lips and popped into the entrance of her hungry hole.  Pausing only briefly, with one slow, smooth, stroke, Bill tenderly fed his entire length into Joan. 
 As he fully entered her, Joan gasped, raised her knees, and wrapped her legs around Bill’s waist.  Once Bill was fully buried in Joan, they stayed locked together like that for what seemed like several minutes.  Both were happy just to enjoy the feeling of each other’s body.  Neither of them wanted to hurry the moment, or the feeling.  
 Joan was not a virgin, but she had only been with a couple of lovers prior to Bill.  However, Bill was, by far, the biggest man she had been with.  She was amazed at how Bill made her feel so full. 
 Bill too had only consummated a couple of previous intimate encounters.  He relished in the way Joan’s tight, hot, pussy seemed to be hugging his cock’s entire length.  He felt as though his manhood was snugly wrapped in wet, warm, velvet.   
 Slowly at first, Bill began stroking in and out of Joan’s tight pussy.  With each pull back, she relaxed her leg’s grip on his waist, and he pulled almost out of her hole.  As he slid back in, she tightened her leg’s grip and pulled him into her as deeply as possible.  Even though they were moving slowly, those full strokes had them both nearing orgasm in a very short time.  Several times, as he neared his eruption, Bill stopped stroking and remained motionless, deep in Joan.
 After a while, even holding still was not going to further delay Bill’s inevitable climax.   
 “Baby, I’m about to cum!”  Bill breathlessly said. 
 “Me too!  Give it to me, Honey.”  Joan gasped.   
 Bill rapidly increased the speed and force of his thrusts.
 Joan released her legs from around his waist, brought her knees to her chest, and hugged Bill tightly around his neck.  She cried.  “I’m cuming, Honey.  Hammer it to me!” 
 Bill did just that.  With rapid, hard, thrusts, he rammed deeply and repeatedly into Joan.  Then, with one last hard thrust, he buried his cock deep into Joan’s hot depths.  While passionately kissing Joan, Bill pumped his large load of cum deep into her hungry hole. 
 Remaining locked together, they began to relax.  Joan slowly lowered her feet to the bed.  She kept her knees raised to help Bill stay in as long as possible.  Bill continued to lay on, and in, her for some time.   
 In that position, they cuddled and talked until Bill softened and was no longer capable of staying in Joan.  Only then, did Bill roll off Joan and pull her tightly to his chest.  They continued to cuddle and talk for quite a while. 
 After a while, Joan asked Bill if he wanted to take a shower with her. 
 “Of course!  A shower with you would be nice.”  He replied.
 Joan got out of bed first, and headed for her bathroom. 
 As Bill watched her walk away, he thought to himself, ‘Even her little ass is cute’.  With that thought, he jumped out of bed and followed her to the shower. 
 As Joan bent into the shower to adjust the water temperature, Bill gently patted her ass.  When she got the water to her liking, Joan stepped in, and Bill immediately followed. 
 They sensually soaped and scrubbed every inch of each other’s body.  The soap made their bodies slippery and arousing.  It didn’t take long for both of them to become stimulated again.  When they were both covered with soap suds, they hugged each other tightly.  As the warm water streamed over them, the soap was rinsed off. 
 Bill pushed Joan’s back against the shower wall, leaned against her, bent over, and firmly kissed her.  Then, reaching down, he grabbed a cheek of her ass in each hand, and lifted her until they were face to face.  Another long passionate kiss, and he began lowering her.   
 She didn’t quite make it to the shower floor, however.  As she slid down Bill’s body, she felt her pussy being entered by his again fully erect shaft. 
 With a big grin, she said, “Oh baby, again?”
 “If you like.”  Bill said.
 “I like!  Oh yes, I like.  Do me again!”
 As Bill continued to lower her, Joan raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist.  She also wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. 
 With his strong upper body, Bill was easily able to maneuver Joan’s small frame.  He continued lowering her until her pussy was fully impaled on his ridged spear.  When he had fully lowered her onto his cock, still firmly holding her ass, he raised her up again. Just as his cock’s head was all that remained in her, Bill again lowered Joan onto his manhood.  After several long slow strokes like that, he began increasing the speed of Joan’s impaling.  He was soon rapidly bouncing her on his hard-on. 
 Joan tried to speak with each impaling stroke, but could only get out one syllable at a time.  “Oh-ba-by!  Do-me-hard-er.  Yes!  Yes!  Oh, yes!  I’m-cum-ing!”
 Just a few seconds later, Bill shoved her body down hard on his cock.  As he firmly held his cock in her depths, he pumped another load of cum deep in Joan’s love hole. 
 As their orgasms subsided, Joan was exhausted.  She had released her grip on Bill’s neck.  Her arms and legs hung limply at her side, and she leaned against the shower wall.   However, she was still well off the shower’s floor.  She was still suspended on Bill’s cock.  He was still hard, and he still had her impaled.  They both laughed as he kissed her, gently raised her off his cock, and lowered her to the shower floor.
 After a quick rinse, they returned to her bed, and cuddled until the fell asleep.  They slept in the nude, and enjoyed one of the best night’s sleep of their young lives.  It would be the first of many more to come. 
 Bill and Joan knew their relationship was forever different.  Both sensed their first night of tender, loving, sex had begun what would turn out to be a long and loving relationship.