Christine's Story

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

A Place Of Her Own

In the fall semester of her sophomore year, Christine rented a one-bedroom apartment across from the college. She hated to leave Linda but having a place of her own was fantastic. Especially if she had an opportunity to bring a guy home

Christine looked at several apartment complexes that were within walking distance to the college. She settled on one right across the street from school. It was a little older, but it had large, mature trees and a large swimming pool.

Christine’s mom gave her a couple boxes filled with linens and stuff for her kitchen. The apartment came furnished with the basics, a kitchen table and chairs, sofa and some living room tables, and a double bed with a nightstand and dresser.

Linda is Christine’s first visitor to her new apartment. Christine gives Linda a tour of the place. The living room and dining area run together, with the kitchen open to the dining part. Linda thinks Christine’s apartment is ideal. The rooms are decorated with personal items. Christine put pictures on the walls.

In one corner of the living room, Linda sees the tall, stuffed, toy giraffe. “I see you have a nice place for your giraffe.”

“He’s still my snuggle buddy.”

For a house-warming gift, Linda brought three bottles of wine and a corkscrew. Linda also gave Christine a couple old copies of a sexy magazine she enjoys. Christine thumbs through one of the magazines. She stops on a page advertising dildos and vibrators. Christine asks Linda about the vibrators.

Linda explains them a little. “Christine, you are really going to need to get to an adult store. You have a lot to learn about getting your p***y off.”

After Linda leaves, Christine looks through both magazines. The magazines are full of explicit stories and erotic pictures. They have a number of advertisements with s*x items Christine has never seen before. She decides she is going to go shopping at the adult store to expand her knowledge of play toys.

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Shortly after getting settled into her apartment, Christine attends a school dance with Linda and Linda’s boyfriend. Christine is fine tagging along as a third wheel. Linda is her best friend. Christine wants to get to know her boyfriend better. Christine does not feel out of place as a single female; half the women at the dance do not have dates.

She finds it interesting checking out the guys. Several guys ask her to dance. Most of them held her firm enough to feel her boobs on their chest. She never got close enough to any of them to feel a hard-on in their pants, until she danced with a guy named Bruce.

Bruce was a little taller than she is; he is handsome with dark hair. He is the best dancer of the evening. His arm, around her waist, pulls her to him. She could feel her t**s against his chest and his hard c**k against her tummy. She snuggles up to him, so he will know she is comfortable with him. They dance several dances.

At a break in the music, he asks, “Let’s go get a soft drink?”

It sounds good to Christine. They leave the dance floor heading to the refreshment area in a room next to where the dance is being held. The snack bar has light food and non-alcoholic drinks. There are several chairs and small tables.

Christine and Bruce order a soft drink; Bruce pays for the drinks. They get a table in a corner. It is reasonably quiet in the corner, allowing them to talk and get to know each other. She likes Bruce. He is a very pleasant guy.

Feeling his hard c**k on the dance floor, against her tummy, got Christine thinking that maybe he would be interested in a little naughty fun.

This is a new area for Christine. She has never been intimate with a guy she just met. It is not a deal killer, but it is different. Christine has only known him for about an hour; she does not know much about him.

Christine is happy for this time with him at the snack bar. They talk about college, majors, and plans for after college. They even talk a little about family. They talk and laugh the entire time.

Bruce is living in a college dorm room. When he finds out Christine has an apartment, he blurts out, “I would love to see your apartment.” As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he regrets them. “I’m sorry, Christine, that sounded a little forward. I hate the dorm; I want to have my own apartment.”

Christine smiles at the apartment comment. They talk a little more before heading back to the dance floor. Even though they chatted for less than an hour, Christine feels she knows him much better.

Bruce holds her tight on the dance floor. He is not over powering her; it is firm enough for her to feel in his control and safe. On the slow dances, their bodies are pressed together from their faces to their knees. Neither of them has any idea how this evening is going to end.

On the next slow dance, Bruce kisses Christine on the neck. It sends shivers down her body. She keeps her titties against his chest the entire dance. The dances with Bruce are almost foreplay. Christine is ready to rev things up a bit.

Christine whispers in his ear, “Do you still want to see my apartment?”

“That’s right at the top of my want to do list.”

They say a couple goodbyes and head for their cars. Bruce follows Christine to her apartment. Christine is feeling nervous and excited. She did not expect to meet a guy at the dance. She likes the way this has played out. Bruce is a little nervous too. He is happy to have met Christine. He thinks she is very nice and very attractive. He wants to pleasure her.

At her apartment, Christine shows him around. “It’s not much of an apartment, pretty basic.”

To Bruce it is special. “Compared to my dorm room, this is a mansion.”

Christine’s apartment has one bedroom. The kitchen, dining, and living room are all together. None of the rooms is large.

Bruce spots the stuffed giraffe in the corner of the living room. “I love your pet giraffe.”

“That’s George. We have been friends for quite a while.” Christine is not sure how to move this from the living room to the bedroom. From the living room, Christine points down the short hallway. “The bathroom and bedroom are that way.”

Bruce takes her hand. “Are you nervous, Christine?” He holds one of her hands with both of his. “I’m a little nervous. This is the first time a girl has taken me home with her.”

“This is a first for me too.” Christine moves to be facing him. “Maybe you could hold me the same way you did on the dance floor.”

Bruce moves against her and holds her tight. They sway a little even though there is no music.

Christine has her face against his face and her boobs against his chest. A few more seconds of pretend dancing and Christine feels Bruce’s hand on her ass, pushing her into his hard c**k. She holds his face and kisses him. Several more kisses follow.

Bruce takes her hand. “I would really like to see your bedroom.”

“I’ve only been in this apartment a couple months.” Christine leads him down the short hallway. “You will be my first guest.” One more kiss in the bedroom, and Bruce heads for the buttons on Christine’s top. She helps; working together, her top is off in record time.

Bruce feels her titties. “They’re beautiful, Christine.” His shirt is the next piece of clothing to come off…then his shoes and pants. Christine can see the bulge in his shorts he has been pushing against her all evening. Christine kneels before him. She feels his hard c**k through his shorts. She slides his underwear down. They have a hard time getting passed his c**k. It springs free as his underwear pass by.

His c**k is dark in color and sticking straight out from his body. She puts it in her mouth and gives him her Popsicle sucking. She sucks on his c**k a short time. Christine stands up, removes the rest of her clothing, and leads him to her bed. She climbs up on the bed and spreads her legs for him. She is ready to be f****d.

Bruce also climbs up on the bed. He positions himself between her legs. Christine expects him to move over her and slip his c**k into her. Bruce stays between her legs. She is waiting patiently for him to f**k her, but instead, she feels him licking the inside of her thighs. His tongue is a couple inches from her p***y.

Christine has heard about eating p***y, but she has never experienced it herself. Her brain has gone from, put that c**k in me and let’s f**k, to, his tongue is feeling darn good. Christine is already squirming from the anticipation of his tongue licking her p***y.

He licks from one thigh to the other passing over her p***y lips without actually licking them. She can feel his warm breath on her p***y. He has made her wait long enough; he puts his tongue right on her p***y and begins licking the entire area. Christine shudders. She has never had her p***y eaten before. It is intimate, and feels wonderful.

Bruce does like f*****g, but eating p***y is a close second. He knows a girl will not climax very quickly from being eaten. He also knows if he keeps going with his tongue, he has a chance of giving her an orgasm.

Christine is in heaven. Her p***y is being more and more aroused. It is beginning to feel so good that Christine thinks it is possible she might get off this way. She had never received oral s*x before and had no idea how intimate it could be. She knows she is getting wet down there. It is so sensual with his mouth on her wet p***y.

Bruce keeps going. He loves the taste of her. Christine spreads her legs as far as she can. He is moving her to orgasm; she does not want him to stop. Bruce concentrates his licking right on her clit. Christine is breathing fast and moaning loudly. She puts her hands on either side of his head to keep him centered on her clit. He knows she is near climaxing. He licks her clit while he touches her p***y lips with his fingers.

Christine’s p***y quivers and begins its pulsations of orgasm. She is coming on his mouth. She wants to say something erotic to him, but the only sounds she can make are guttered moans.

Bruce lets her climax for a short time. Before she is finished, he quickly moves up her body and slides his c**k into her throbbing p***y. He f***s her in long strokes, keeping her orgasm going for much longer than Christine thought was possible.

Bruce f***s her until he also comes, shooting his c*m into her. Christine is in orgasm the entire time. When he is finished coming, he lies on top of her. His c**k is still in her. They both have aftershocks while they rest.

When Christine is finally able to speak again, she tells Bruce, “That was beyond fantastic. No one has ever done that to me before.”

“My pleasure Christine.” He is not kidding.

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Christine has been reading the magazine Linda gave her and m**********g. The stories in the magazine were always hot and always got her in the mood to get her p***y off. Many times in the magazine stories, the girl uses a vibrator on some other toy on herself or on a girlfriend. Christine decides she wants some naughty toys.

One afternoon Christine goes to an adult s*x store. The kind that rents adult videos and sells what they call, Marital Aids. Marital Aids is the code words for toys, dildos, and vibrators. You did not have to be married, of course, to enjoy these items. The term kept the s*x police from bothering the merchant too much.

Christine had never been to a store like this before. She is amazed at how much merchandise is on display. One side of the store is full of videos for sale or rent. There are hundreds of them. She is surprised how many different ways the producers came up with, to show people screwing.

The other side of the adult store is filled with toys and vibrators. They come in all kinds of shapes, sizes, and colors. Christine roams the aisles looking at all the products. The salesclerk is a pretty, young woman. She comes over to Christine. “Can I help you?”