California Virgin

Back on the bed I spread her legs and explored her vagina with my tongue until she was screaming with sexual pleasure begging for release. After she came she tried to take me into her mouth, but was surprised when I came and pulled out as I spurted onto her chest and face. She giggled in surprise.

We showered again and fell asleep in each other's arms. We made love one more time that night; it was a quieter, gentler sex, but special in its own way.

I woke up before Paula the next morning and quietly slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. I came back into the bedroom and sat on the chair watching Paula and thinking. She was lying on her side facing me. The bed sheet was down to her stomach exposing her breasts. I looked at her peaceful face as she slept. For thirty minutes I looked at this woman and thought about what I should do now.

I had gone through four years of high school and three years of college and had never come close to my feelings for Paula with any other woman. We were both young, but how could I ever let her go?

The sun streaming through the window finally woke her up. She slowly opened her eyes and saw me looking at her. I said, "Hi sleepyhead."

She grinned at me and said, "Hi yourself." As she got out of bed and went into the bathroom, I wondered if she would be embarrassed to be naked in front of me now that the passion of sex was over for the moment.

I watched the door of the bathroom open and she walked out. She stopped in front of me, making no attempt to hide her nakedness. She smiled and said, "You own my body now Joe. I hope it will always give you the pleasure that we had last night."

I reached for her again.

Later we cuddled with her face resting on my chest. "I have a plan," I said. "Do you want to hear it?"

She giggled and kissed me. "Of course I want to hear it, but I think you should tell me your plan over breakfast. With your body next to mine, I'd agree to do anything and everything."

Finally we got dressed and started to walk to a local breakfast café. As we walked I noticed Paula was walking a little funny. I teased, "You're not a little sore, are you? If so, I guess that's the end of our fun for the rest of my visit."

She grinned sheepishly and then hit me on the arm. "Don't worry about me; I'm just resting up for later."

We finished breakfast and were sitting at the table just talking. Finally, I reached and put my hand on hers and said, "Paula, we have a situation."

She instantly looked worried.

"I'm in love with you—not just attracted to you or infatuated with you, but really in love. Is that going to be a problem?"

I watched her face turn serious and then her eyes became moist and a single tear ran down her face. She said, "Joe, I've known you for a year and you are everything I ever dreamed for as a best friend and lover who knows me better than any person alive. I love you too, and I'm only mad that I didn't tell you that first."

The serious look on her face turned to a smile. She squeezed my hand and said, "I love you."

"Do you want to hear my plan Paula?"

She nodded yes.

I continued, "At the end of the summer you will come and stay at my house for a week or two. Okay?"

"I'd love that, but you'll have to make sure that we have some private time for us."

"Private time?"

She giggled, "For sex silly. I'm going to be so horny by the time I come to your house, we need some time."

I laughed, "Maybe a lot of private time.

"Then, you'll have to invite me to your house during Christmas break...even if it is only for a few days."

"I can do that," she answered.

"Then," I continued, "I'll visit you during my Spring break."

"With a lot of private time?" she asked.

"Of course...lots."

"Finally you will come to my graduation. By then I will have a job and we'll know where I'm going to be working.

"You'll be finished with junior college and so right after I graduate we can search for our apartment.

"If you want to go on to college..."

Paula interrupted, "Joe, I don't want to go to college. After I graduate next year I'm going to find a job...and help pay for our apartment rent."

"Is this okay with you Paula? I'm in love with you. Can we give it my plan a chance? Will you live with me?"

She gushed, "I love it!"

"What will your folks think?" I asked.

"My parents are great and after my visit to your house at the end of the summer and your two visits to our house, they're not dumb; they'll know.

"But Joe, I want more than one letter every three weeks when we're away from each other."

I laughed and then teased, "That's not a problem; you'll be getting more letters than you can read, but we do have a problem already."

She looked at me puzzled.

"I've read there are over fifty different ways to make love and we've only tried two so far. Isn't that a problem?"

Paula giggled and pulled me to my feet. I perceptively took that to mean we were going to be working on that problem for the rest of my stay in California.