Ron and Irene Learn Together

Ron and Irene Learn together

I was a quiet young man who remained a virgin until well into my college years. Not that I wasn’t interested, it was just that I was a shy lad who had been raised on a farm in a very sheltered way. I was a respectful boy, who would not hurt anyone’s feelings intentionally. I had been raised to believe that nice girls don’t, and that they would respect boys who respected them. As I began my freshman year in a church related college, this situation seemed to be reinforced. I still believed that nice girls did not even think about sex. About the time, I began my junior year; I began to realize that somehow all the other boys were having more success with the girls than I. Also, I began to understand that some of the girls lost interest in me after four or five dates when I had not become more aggressive. In fact, one girl treated me badly until I told her off, and demanded that she be more respectful. After that, she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off me.

Having begun to understand this strange sort of behavior on the part of girls, I determined to try to improve my style. The next opportunity was after I started dating Irene, who I was certain was a virgin having been raised in much the same manner as I. She was somewhat more outgoing than I, and even with my determination to be more aggressive I had trouble keeping up with her desires. I did not try to kiss her on the first date, as the strict code of the school was that good boys and girls didn’t do that. I could tell that I could have easily kissed her goodnight on the first date, but maintained the strict code. The second date was different! As soon as we got back to the car after the movie, we fell into a serious clinch. She didn’t even try to break for air, but kept pressing her lips to mine. I didn’t know about French kissing, but she apparently had some idea, as she kept slipping her tongue against my lips. I drove to the airport parking lot, where we continued to kiss and hug. Since her parents were quite strict, we necked for about 45 minutes then had to take her home.

As we dated, we kept it fairly straightforward, and basically followed the school code. Generally, we went to a movie, or to church, then a snack and some necking. A few times, I accidentally bumped her breast and watched for a reaction. There was none, not even a pull away. As we began kissing goodnight at her door, she would press her breasts and hips tight against me. I could feel her pubic bone against my rigid cock, but wasn’t astute enough to realize she was trying to feel my cock.

At the end of my junior year in school, Irene and I along with two of our friends and dates went to a local lake for a private School’s Out picnic. We arrived about noon, had a picnic lunch, then played various games in the afternoon, as well as taking several walks around the lake. Swimming was not permitted as the lake was strictly for water skiing. After a while, the other guys and their dates split leaving Irene and me to make our own fun. It was broad daylight, and no privacy, so we had to be discreet. Still we were able to hug and neck for a while. Finally, it began to get dark so we got a little more daring. That was in the days where girls did not even think about being braless. Even so, her bra was fairly low cut, and I was able to sneak a look down the front of her blouse. I could see the separation between her breasts, and the sight excited me greatly. I had never seen bare breasts, not even in pictures, so the potential of seeing them was especially exciting.

The party broke and we began driving back to town. As I was driving, I had my arm around Irene, and she cuddled close. My hand was resting beside her breast on her right arm. She snuggled close, pressing tight to my side. I was stroking her arm when she began pressing my hand toward her breast with her arm. She was not overt, but there was no mistaking her intent. Slowly, I moved my hand over her breast, and began to rub it. She immediately cuddled closer, and sighed, so I began exploring her breast in earnest. The more I massaged it, the more she sighed and cuddled close. We were driving slowly, but even so I could not give her the attention she seemed to be demanding, and I wanted to give. I turned off onto a country road, and drove a couple of miles. Shortly I found an approach to a farm field that had trees shielding the road. I drove in behind the trees and parked the car. After glancing around to be certain we were alone, I decided to get serious about this opportunity.

Irene had lain back on the seat somewhat, and I quickly followed her. Soon I was gently massaging both breasts, and kissing her at the same time. She held me in a tight bear hug, making it difficult for me to get at her breasts. I slipped one hand behind her back, and up under her blouse. She immediately leaned forward, and pulled her blouse down. I repeated this several times, always with the same result. She never verbally objected, and continued to snuggle close and return the kisses. It was somewhat warm in the car, so I suggested that we take our picnic blanket and lay on the soft grass outside. She agreed, so I got the blanket and spread it out. Irene lay back on the blanket, and in an instant I was beside her. The moon was so bright that you could almost read a book and I could see Irene’s face beaming with pleasure as I began stroking her breasts again.

She was a small girl with rather small breasts. In addition, as I found later, she was wearing a padded bra, so her breasts felt somewhat firm. Because of the padding, I was not able to feel her nipples. Indeed, I wasn’t really aware of how a nipple would feel like, let alone look like. I continued trying to slip my hand under her blouse, but each time, she pulled her blouse down. Finally, I realized that I was not going to get anywhere that way, so decided to try another approach. I began telling her how pretty her breasts felt. This seemed to excite her, so I began kissing her neck, and slowly worked my way down to her chest.