Time Is On My Side
by Roy A Barlow

Time has a way of slipping up on even the most vigilant of us. Although it seems like only last week, well maybe it was last month, the real truth is it has been just a touch over thirty years ago. Thirty years ago! Some of you are maybe too young to remember a small place in Southeast Asia called South Viet Nam. We lost a lot of good men. Men! The truth of the matter is most were just boys. Boys fresh out of high school.

I was in a small college in the hills upstate riding on my basketball abilities. Several of the professors had taken kindly to me and given me good grades for my efforts on the court. Not all of those who opposed the war in Viet Nam took to the streets. Some used their positions and influence to keep many young men out of the war. This along with some help from upperclassmen on the team and Coach Smith's letters to the draft board kept me one step ahead of the Selective Service.

I was doing my usual thing; just enough to get by, not one ounce more. It had worked for me in high school. Should work in college. Right? I did work hard on the court. My high school coach had taught me that if I practiced hard the games would be a lot of fun. He was right. Being in good shape and court smart was paying my way.

Dating (or getting laid by) one of the team was a status symbol. If you think I was going to object, think again. Take it any way you can get it, right? I had a different girl every few weeks or so. Some nights before a game, coach would make sure I stayed off campus where no one knew where I was. If I stayed in my dorm room there was a good chance I would not be sleeping alone. In Coach Smith's mind I played tougher on the court if I was slightly horny. Something about taking my aggression out on the opposing team.

After the season was over the flow of easy women slowed almost to a stop. One afternoon Nancy was behind the counter helping others find the books they needed. I was just sitting there when Nancy made her rounds collecting books that has been left out by other students. I must have had a dejected look on my face. Nancy asked, "What are you studying?"

"Humanities."

"Last year that class gave me fits. The way he teaches the class makes it very difficult. I could give you a few pointers."

Nancy was a great help. She really knew her stuff. The tips on how to take notes for this class saved my butt when it came to finals.

When we finished I asked "Would you like to go a movie with me?"

She replied, "I am not your type of girl."

"What do you mean?"

"I am saving myself for my husband." She was almost twenty-one and still a virgin. No one had touched her, ever!

"Well that will not prevent us from going to the movies will it?"

"I will not go off campus with you. The free movie at the Student Union Building is the limit." Basically we just sat beside each other, when the movie was over she was gone.

A few days later I was back at the library again. Nancy and I began to talk. She was from a very religious family. "My life has been a living hell ever since my older sister turned up pregnant." Her eyes avoided contact with mine. "That in my parents mind was almost as bad as dying without being baptized. Tina, my sister, ran away from home because our parents gave her such hell." Slowly she let down her guard.

This was a good time of the year for me. I still did my weekly workout routine and some shoot-around at the gym. Most of my free time was spent putting in long hours at the local car dealer. Saturday had been a lazy day, not much work to be done.

The late show let out about 11 PM. Nancy was walking with a group of girls back to the campus. The shop faced the street leading back to the college. I spoke to the group of girls when they passed. The group waved. Some of them said, "Hi."

Nancy stopped to talk. The others went on to the campus. She told me about the movie. I had missed supper but did not want to leave the shop. Nancy offered, "I will go get you something to eat." She was surprised when I gave her the keys to a late model convertible. I let the top down for her. She went to the burger barn drive through. I backed the convertible into the detail shop and closed the door.

We sat in the back seat of the convertible after I pushed the front seat up and folded the seat backs forward. We ate our burgers as we talked about school and her home life.

"Why are your parents so hard on your sister?"

"Getting pg was one thing. My mother got hysterical when she found out my sister had been gang banged and did not know who the father was!" She sighed, "After that Tina did not exist in their eyes." She looked at me. "How many lovers have you had?"

"One in junior high. Two in high school. Since school started in the fall, I have had eleven different lovers."

"ELEVEN!" She gasped. "My sister only did it with four different guys and my parents sent her to HELL! They would have killed her if she had done it with eleven."

My shorts could not hide my growing erection caused by talking about my sex life. She looked and said, "I have only seen small boys when I baby sat; never seen a man. I have not seen one in real life." The more we talked the harder I got. Her eyes were glued to the lump in my shorts. She just kept staring and asking questions.

"Would you like to see it?" The look of fear on her face was unbelievable! "Relax I only asked if you wanted to see it!" Her face turned purple. She nodded her head, yes.

I locked the door and pulled the dark curtains over the windows. She scooted as far away as possible. Oh Henry was about half hard. When it stood full and ready for action it was a touch over nine inches long.

"Oh my God. All of that is supposed to go in me?" She just stared at it. "Have you ever gotten all of that in a girl?".

"Yes I have." Soon I was sporting a full hard on. I could tell she wanted to get close and examine it. "Look I know about your desires to be a virgin when you get married. I promise not to try anything funny if you want to take a close up look and touch it." She got on her knees between my legs for a closer look at my dick. From her actions I knew she had no idea of how to hold it. I had to cut her examine short. "We better stop for a while because Oh Henry was about to blow his load."

She asked, "What does he look like when he blows his load."

We struck a deal. I would teach her how to stroke me off if she would make me cum. She did what I told her to do. A few minutes later she saw her first load of cum eject from my hard dick. I was relaxing when I noticed she had gotten a little steamed herself. Her jaw dropped when I told her, "Some girls using their mouth on boys and let them shoot off in their mouth."

"You are kidding!"

"No. I am telling you the truth. I will tease you about some things but tonight everything I tell you will be the truth. Some girls like it; others do it that way to keep their boyfriend and pretend they are not having sex."

She shook her head. "I can not imagine doing that."

"Have you ever played with yourself?" She looked down as if shamed by my question.

"My mother caught me in the shower when I was about eleven. I really did not know or understand what I was doing. It felt good. I had a hot soapy rag between my legs and one on hand on my tiny breast. My hands lingered too long according to my mother. God punished me. He had mother beat me with a belt. I could not go outside for several days my legs and arms had red welts on them."

She did not know how to please herself. I removed my shirt. It took some talking before she slowly took off all of her clothes.

"This is the first time I have been nude with a man. No man has even seen me nude since I stopped wearing diapers."

"Are you scared?"

"Yes. Very!

"Your breasts are beautiful." She blushed. With her eyes closed she followed my instructions. "Using both hands start with the base of your breast and touch every inch of your breast. Slow down you are not taking a shower. No one will bother you. Take your time. Enjoy the warmth of your own hands on your breast." Nice nickel size hard dark nipples rose from her sensual deep brown areola. "With your thumb and forefinger roll your nipples. Pull gently. Pull them again until you feel a little pain. Then twist them left then right. Twist harder. Make it hurt just a little." She was off in unknown worlds.

"Slide down in the seat." I was hoping she would not open her eyes. My dick was so hard it hurt. When she twisted her nipples, Henry damn near dragged me over to her. She spread her legs as I talked her hands down her ribs and over her tummy. Nancy lightly stroked her inner thighs up and down. "Now find your little man. He should be at the very top of your pussy near where you pee. Careful now you need to get you fingers wet before you play with it." She slipped one finger between her soaking wet lips. "Softly press down then make tiny circles with your finger." A soft moan of pleasure escaped from deep within her body. "Did it feel this good with the wash cloth?"

In a dreamy voice from a place far away, "No, oh no." A long low moan came from within as she eased one finger into her pussy. Never in my life have I seen eyes open so wide as hers when she eased the second finger in to her wet pussy. "I did not think two fingers would go up there."

"Rock your fingers in and out just a little while your thumb traces circles on your little man." Her legs clamped down on her own hand as she shuddered through an orgasm. Nancy had a full meltdown all by herself.

Slowly her breathing returned to normal as she regained control of herself. With the bright smile of a little girl who had just discovered a candy store she asked, "What other fun things can be done for enjoyment without having sex?

"Most of the rest requires some bodily contact. Like when you stroked me off."

"O.K. show me but DO-NOT-DO-IT-TO-ME, O.K.? Promise?"

I called, "Time out." I stood up stretching my legs. "If you were doing this with others by now you would have been fucked!" Her eyes blinked twice. "You are beautiful and you have great body." For the first time she realized what was going on. "Just be careful. I know you and how you have been raised. Someone else would just do it to you, not caring about your feelings. They might even rape you if you said no."

"Rape?"

"Yes. Rape. I am very willing to teach you everything short of doing it if you want to learn." She stood up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for the lessons and the warning. Will you show me some more?"

She did not have much experience at kissing. Absolutely none at French kissing. She was more than eager to learn. I might have been teaching her but by going extra slow, I was relearning how sensual foreplay could be. Her breast were firm. My hand explored one pinching, twisting and pulling until she tensed with pain. My lips, tongue and mouth assaulted her other breast. She had hard nipples that made me think about breaking my promise.

Slowly my hand worked down her torso then on past her pussy to her knees. Teasing her inner thighs lightly she spread her legs. It was tempting to ram a finger in before she could change her mind. The first contact of my finger on her wet lips made her legs jump. I waited until she relaxed. Tenderly and very slowly I eased one finger in her pussy. I pushed until my finger was all the way in.. My thumb on her clit brought her to a climax.

While she lay there panting I went down on her. She squealed when my lips touched her pussy. In minutes she was cuming again riding my face while my tongue licked deep inside of her. I laid her flat out on the back seat. Trapping my hard tool between out abdomens we dry humped. My balls rolled over her pussy. Each stroke I pulled back further. I stopped stroking. My dick slid down over her little fellow and between her cunt lips.

"No," she panted, "Not in me." Relax. I let her feel my dick slip back up her pussy lips. She was about to cum when she begging me, "Please stop. Let me up, NOW!"

We sat up in the seat. Her body was shaking. "Did you do it to me?"

"No. Absolutely N-O!" Using my fingers I showed her where my dick had been. "Against and between your pussy lips but not in you."

"I know you promised but I was got scared that it had gone in me and that frightened me.

Again I ran my fingers up and down her pussy lips, "On and between not in. Do you trust me to show you with my dick?" She leaned back on the seat opening her legs for me. She watched my dick slip up and down between her wet lips, a low soft moan escaped from her lips. "On not in just as I promised. I kept my word, others might not. Can you see how easy it would be to get screwed if you trust the wrong person?"

She had felt so helpless on the bottom. "You could have taken me any time when you were between my legs?"

"Any time and there was nothing you could do to stop me."

I kind of liked that. Is there another way to do that? Being on bottom scares me."

"Yes but we must have a long time out." I got out of the car.

"I need to pee. Where is the bathroom?" I put some clean towels on the floor in the restroom.

"There are some feelings that you have no idea about, about their existence or their strength. Your body will crave this feeling more and more. Tonight this feels great, it will feel even better tomorrow. The problem is your body will want more next time. Tonight it started with one finger. Tomorrow two fingers. Right now you would let me finger you again until you cum. Right?

"Yes."

"A few hours ago that would have been impossible. I want you to be aware of what happens to the human body when it comes to sex. A little calls for a little more next time. I am willing to teach you what I can and to play with you respecting your choice about virginity."

"Do all girls get this talk form you?"

"No they do not. You are not like the others. I must caution you about the risk of playing with sex. It is like playing with fire, you will get burned. Maybe not be the first time or the second but you will get burned. In this case burned equals loss of virginity.

"Thank you for being honest and telling me about the dangers of playing with sex." We sat next to each other resting for a while.

Nancy still did not believe that girls would suck their boyfriends off, make them cum and swallow it. "Will you teach me how to suck it?"

"Sure, but the only way for you to learn is to put it in your mouth."

"Do I have to swallow your stuff?"

"No."

I had a serious case of "blue balls!" We came to a compromise. I would cum in her mouth and she would spit it out on a towel. My dick was ready for her warm mouth. She followed every last instruction "Lick the split." "Lick the underside. Oh yes, yes, yes!" She sucked the head of my dick into her mouth. Her head and one hand pumped up and down on my rock hard dick. The other hand played with my balls. She was very good. I wanted this to last but playing on her wet cunt had built a full load of cum in my balls.

"Nancy I am going to cum in your mouth." She was well into making me cum when the first squirt of sperm went into her mouth. She just kept on sucking and swallowing until my limp dick slipped from her mouth. Her face was flushed. Sucking me off and swallowing my cum had gotten to her. I eased two fingers into her wet hole as she sat straddle of my legs. Our kiss was hard and deep. My thumb found its mark. Her body jerked and tensed up so much she could not breathe as her orgasm flowed through out her body. It only taken a few dozen strokes to make her cum. We fell into one pile of bodies resting in the back seat.

She sat on top of the back seat legs apart. "Do you want to try the other way now?"

"Yes." She straddled me ready to do what ever I told her to do.

"In this, you will be in control." My rock hard dick was trapped between our abdomens. With a few adjustments her wet pussy lips slipped up and down on my hard dick. Several small orgasms rocked her body. After each mini orgasm she would let up then go again. Nancy kept inching her wet pussy up my shaft. Soon she was stroking her clit with the head of my dick.. She moved now the head was in a dangerous place. As she slid up and down the head would almost go in then slide on past her opening bumping her clit. Shifting several times she put more pressure against her pussy. My dick ploughed her lips open from her butt up to her clit.

She slowed for a moment. "At what point a girl looses her virginity?"

"Most would say it is when she gets her cherry popped. Some religious people might say when a dick touches her pussy the way I am touching you now.

"Doing what we are doing now, can I make myself cum?"

"You can make me and you cum! Just be careful. I gave you my word that I would not do it to you. Right now you are in total control just as I was earlier."

Taking up the long strokes she raised up a little until the head of my dick hit the nether region. Slowly she let my dick slide up her wet lips. She stopped when my dick was pushing against her pelvic bone. It could have gone either way. For a long time she held it there before letting my dick slip on past her clit. On the next stroke she took it to the same point and held it there. Her body was trembling like the last leaf on a tree in the face of a blue northern. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. She let it slip on past. This time she lowered her honey hole on my dick. Nancy whispered, "Fuck me". I knew how much it took for her to say that.

I definitely knew just how bad I wanted to fuck her but I had given my word. "My word was good. I would not take her in the heat of passion."

She was beside herself. Hot, ready, willing, able and a stiff one standing on his word. "Please, fuck me."

"No, I will not go back on my word. God only knows how bad I want to fuck you!" She let my dick slip away.

On the next stroke she eased the head of my dick into her cherry deep. "Please, fuck me, please."

"My word is good. I gave my word I would not do it to you! Do it to yourself." She looked into my eyes smiled, winked and sank about a third of the way down on my rock hard dick. Her legs clamped against me as she gave up her virginity bursting her cherry on my pole. She was trembling. Tears came to her eyes. I asked, "Are you O.K.?"

"Damn you! Will you at least teach me how to fuck myself?" She followed my instructions working the end of my rod in and out several times.

"Take more in your pussy. Fell that dick in your pussy. Fuck yourself. Your virginity is gone, enjoy my dick in your wet cunt. Make it make you cum." She had less than half of it in her when she cum the first time.

Nancy asked, "Did you cum inside me?"

"No." she kept on riding Henry. Her second orgasm came with just over half of it in her pussy. Her eyes opened wide when she felt me shoot cum into her womb causing an intense orgasm. We rested for a long time just holding each other. My limp dick slowly eased out of her pussy. We both knew that she was not on the pill. My sperm was inside of her unprotected womb. I started to say something. Her lips covered mine. "Shhhhhhhhhhhh! I loved it all - even if I did have to do it to myself. Now please fuck me, please." She took my limp tool into her mouth tasting my sperm mixed with her cum and cherry blood. It took a little, but she got it hard again.

She laid down in the back seat, spread her legs. "Fuck me." I did. Before we finished the second time she took all of my dick in her pussy. I shot two more loads in her pussy. Nancy got off several times.

We woke about 4 A.M. Her dorm was closed for the night. We cleaned each other and the convertible. Way out of town on some back road I backed the car in beside an old barn. If we worked this just right we could show up for Sunday lunch at the cafeteria and no one would know we had been out all night. I put the top up and raised all of the windows. We lay down in the back seat and fell asleep.

We made it in time for Sunday lunch. Her room mate was out of town for the weekend so there were few questions from her friends. For the rest of the year we fucked every chance we got. We used a rubber once for a few strokes. She told me, "Take that damn thing off." I pulled out and she took it off of my dick. We never used one after that. I sort of hoped she would get pregnant. We did not do it every day but most days we did it several times. She was the very best I ever had!

Nancy went home for the summer. I worked on through the summer at the car dealer. The dealer knew I loved that convertible so he made me a deal. If I was the Conference MVP next year and passed all of my courses the car was mine free and clear.

Just before school started Nancy called and told me she had found her husband. She refused to give me the details over the phone. In a very detailed letter she told of a boy who had come to work on her father's farm for the summer. He was very shy. One day she caught him in the barn stroking his rod until he came. She fell in love with his dick, then him. He was so embarrassed. In her mouth he got hard. He came in her twice the first time, she lost count of her orgasms. They made love every morning before breakfast and each night before they went to sleep. Her parents really liked him. Two weeks before he was to leave he asked her to marry him. She did.

Thirty years ago, with a broken heart, I was the Unanimous Choice for Conference MVP. Through several marriages and a few live-in roommates, I kept the convertible.

Several weeks ago I received a letter from a friend telling me that Nancy's husband had passed away two years ago. I called her as soon as I read the letter. She just needed to talk to some one who did not know her husband.

All of her children are grown and gone from home. Today I signed my business over to my son. In the morning the convertible and I will head out on the four hundred and fifty miles drive to see Nancy. I did not tell her that I still have "our" convertible!

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