The Dorm Went Dark - I Got Lucky!

"He is not my boyfriend, at least not yet, Mr. Rawlings. He says I can't be his girlfriend until I get over being frigid. If I can't, he says he has other girls who can make him happier."

"What makes you think you are frigid?" I asked as my nubby fingers slid along the furls of her moist slit, seeking to open the outer layers.

My better hand was peeling back her outer labia like a layer of onion, and gliding along the swelling inner lips. I could feel the seeping moisture collecting along the bottom of her outer labia.

"I guess I frigid because I stiffen up when Jimmy jams his dick inside me. He says if it hurts then I'm doing something wrong—or I'm frigid. I'm not sure, but he says so. He gets in quick and I'm still not wet enough. Jimmy likes it fast and rough. So, I guess it is my fault that I can't keep up with him. He cums before I get warmed up! His pants are zipped up and he is out the door without asking how good it was for me.

"I'm afraid that I'm going to lose Jimmy, Mr. Rawlings, if I don't' get better at pleasing him! He's the only guy that — has fucked me and he says he has lots of experience! So, he must be right about my being frigid, you know?"

'Fucking asshole!' That thought ran through my mind like a hot knife through butter.

'How could a twenty-two-old graduate student get mind-fucked by some dipshit like this?' That was the second thought that seeped into my mind. That last one came as I felt her hips begin to rock against my hand. I released my grip on her body, feeling the heat that had built up between us. Easing back from her slow moving hips pressed against my hand, I turned and felt my way back to lock the door. Then back into her arms just as another thunderous peal of lightning lit the sky.

"Quickly Gennie, to your bed," I chuckled, "while we can see! We can lay down and wait out the storm, together."

As we tumbled onto the single bed and squeezed together, she squealed, "I don't think there is going to be any waiting out the storm to be over, Daddy! Seems like you have a lightning rod ready to catch a surge of electricity—like old Ben Franklin, you know!"

Yeah, in my mind, I could see how that steel rod turned into a lightning rod and saw too what was still to come, as we pressed our bodies together amidst the tornadic storm rolling around the campus.

"Thank you, Jimmy. Do you mind if I snuggle with this inside of me?" she asked as she toyed with my stiff cock. "Your fingers have touched me more down there, than — what's his name —the three weeks I've been with him," she giggled.

"Before we do that, Gennie, let me show you how you should be treated -- not just some quick fuck. No wham, bam, thank you mam." With that said, I found my way down her body in the darkness as the winds tried to tear the window from its frame.

My lips melted into her cunt and the initial bucks of her hips against my face left it slathered. I dipped a few fingers inside of her slick-coated lips as she pushed upward seeking more. Slowly her body worked its way into a quivering earthquake. Her gasps turned to deep groans as she came against my face then collapsed spreadeagled on her bed. I felt the tremors ripple through her tummy as her thighs clinched against my head. Those matched the tremors rolling up her core. She came in a massive surge as though torn apart by the howling storm outside.

"You're not frigid, Gennie," I whispered, smiling in the darkness, "must be something wrong with — what's his name?" I said, trying not to laugh.

"Hell, yeah!" she laughed anyway. "That didn't hurt a bit, either. How about trying that piece of steel between your legs, next? I'd like to try that out now, if you're okay with that Jimmy!"

The roar of thunder from another lightning strike nearby, covered my answer to her, but she understood as I kissed my way upward to her nipples, pausing long enough to tease each one until she couldn't wait any longer. Drawing her arms beneath mine, she pulled me up until my cock slid into her opening, gently pushing its way inside until we were bone to bone. She didn't waste any time. The undulations of her hips engulfed my dick. The electrical charge never left her body from her first orgasm. The perspiration from our bodies added to the sensations of the storm roaring outside. As if struck by a whip cracking across her back, she tensed and came, harder the second time.

"Pain?" I huffed trying to regain my breath.

"Fucking asshole!" she exclaimed as her body collapsed, with enlightenment screaming from her voice.

I couldn't help but laugh this time, thinking Jimmy What's His Name wouldn't be getting another chance to dip his wick into Ms Gennie!

We played for a while, as I teased her nipples again circling them with my tongue and catching the turgid nubs between my teeth and tugging them upward to their limits. She spent a good while exploring my body; inquisitive about how it felt to her touch. Seems she didn't have that opportunity previously. That didn't last long though as I soon felt her knees rise up around my hips again. A low moan turned into a breathy pant. Her hips rocked against me again wanting more.

"Would you like to be on top?" I asked as the air flowed from my lungs and into her hair, just above her ear.

"Jimmy always says ...."

"Forget what Jimmy says!What would you like to do?" I huffed as I slid inside her again. There were a few moments of silence and stillness before I felt her struggle. I could feel her response as she tried to roll me. I slipped my arm beneath her waist and helped to roll her on top.

"Goddamn! This feels nice too!" she laughed at the discovery of what it felt like to stretch out prone above a man with his cock deeply inside of her.

I chuckled at that; seems she had a lot to learn about not being frigid.

She lay still for a few moments exploring the new sensations, then opened her legs to slide her knees down over my hips. "Damn nice! I feel you deeper inside me, Jimmy! Are you all the way inside?"

I laughed at the last question. "Sugar, I couldn't get any deeper than this! Are you looking for a bigger cock, Gennie?" I raised the question.

"Daddy, yours is filling me completely! It's just the right size, I think. It's driving me crazy anyway, so no, I'm not going to go looking for a bigger one!"

Her hands stroked my biceps, my ribs, and flowed across and down my chest. "Jesus, you got ripped muscles all over you! You feel like—how I see those bodybuilder magazines at the newsstand, except your chest is so hairy!"

Her fingertips explored my pecs then stopped, "This?" she asked as her finger felt the jagged dimple in my shoulder.

"Scar tissue," I breathed, "Bullet passed through my shoulder and out the back."

She paused, feeling the surface of the old wound, and then moved on until she found a nipple. The grazing of her finger across it triggered a thrust of my hips. It jolted my knees upward like a flinching movement as her fingernail hit the top of my nipple. Damn great feeling!

"Hey! Guess you feel that like me, huh, when you were playing with mine? Made you want to jump out of your skin, Jim, Daddy?" she cooed. I imagined the smile she must have had on her face as she asked. Then she found the other one and tweaked it sending another tremor as I thrusted up into that luscious cunt, again.

"Damn nice, too, Ms Gennie!" I groaned. "But if you keep this up, I'm not going to last very long this time. Why don't you take the wheel and bring us off again?"

"How?"

"Try sitting up a bit — your hands on the bed by my ribs. There—like that! Now, just roll your hips, like the first time when you were under me."

"Fuck! I like this, Jimmy. Damn nice." She breathed out the words as her undulations picked up speed. I reached up in the darkness finding her rocking breasts and returned the favor of tweaking her own turgid nipples. The reaction was what I wanted.

"Ah! Ah! — Ah, Fuck! Yeah!" she hissed the words in short huffs of breath.

She repeated her cry over and over, then went silent as her hips rocked more frantically in her demand to add more stimulation. The only sounds were those of the storm outside, the downward slapping sound as she rose and let her cunt meet bottom—again and again. Our stormy breathing welled up as we struggled toward a new climax. I matched her downward motions with my own upward thrusts, trying to hold off from cuming as long as I could.

With an adrenaline surge, she rose and dropped hard down upon my cock; her cries roaring louder than the thunder outside. She came once more, before the surge drained from her trembling body, again. Gasping, she collapsed over me with her head cradled next to mine. I rolled her onto her side and our arms circled around one another. We lay still, as our bodies seemed to merge as one. Between lightning flashes, I watched those dreamy eyes flutter then close. I felt my own shutter soon after. Exhaustion and the late hour overtook us; we dozed off for a few minutes. Even the storm outside had no power over us in this satiated state of bliss.

At two in the morning, the lights blinked and became steady, then brightened back to normal. The storm had abated. In the full luminance of the room, I explored her body leaving wet kisses over nearly every inch of her slender, red-gene dominated body; from the red curls of her pubic hair, the light red freckles across her tummy, and all the way up to the red, naturally wavy mop-top hairstyle. Ms Gennie and I slipped together as tight as a banana and its peel. It felt so natural. So good.

Slowly we made love this time with the lights on, as I watched her face strain and her neck stretch upward. I drank in all the lustful wonder building within her. Her mouth, with all the contortions of pleasure, sprang open into that 'O' shape as another quaking orgasm trembled through her body. Kneeling between her legs with my arms wrapped under and around her knees, I watched the ripples clutch across her tummy as I emptied myself inside her. The smile on my face must have looked great; I was filled with joy. No pain for either of us as I banged the last few forceful thrusts against her cunt in satisfaction of a well felt climax.

"Liked that last one didn't you Daddy?" She gasped, "I felt it too! The world rocked so hard! That was fucking amazing!"

"And Ms Gennie, just in case your still wondering, you are most definitely not frigid! You've just spent too much time with a bad dick!"

I smiled as I unraveled from her legs and stood up, putting my robe back on. I stood looking down at a new woman. One that had moved from uncertainly about her sexuality to an unabashed sultry vixen — confidence radiated across her face as it lit up with a cute wry smile.

"Do you want me to stay; in case what's his name, makes his way back from the library?"

She smiled up at me while stretching her arms over her head and splaying open her legs as she pushed her toes downward, trying to ease the waning tension in her muscles. She thought about it for a moment before replying, "No, Daddy, I think I have enough confidence now to deal with that asshole on my own!"

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Hitting the latrine again and a second, but quicker shower, I stood looking into the bathroom mirror at the guy looking back at me. He had a wild shit-eating grin, wondering what the hell just happened and how did he get so damn lucky the night the lights went out in the dorm!

From across the hallway outside the latrine, I heard loud voices, then the slamming of a door. What followed was a guy's voice screaming down the hallway, "Fucking frigid bitch, you're never going to get over me no matter how fuckn' good you said it felt with the other fucker!" The voice continued to rant as it faded heading to the elevators.

Gently, I knocked on Gennie's door. She opened it slightly, peering out through the crack. Then upon recognizing me, she opened it fully. She stood there in the doorway, backlite against her desk light. It was an angelic shimmer, an ethereal auora surrounding her petite frame.

"You, okay?" I asked admiring the view.

"No pain." Her soft voice sighed in response.

She was dressed only in a glowing wry grin.

I knew, then, that she had answered Jimmy's knock at her door as naked as she is now. The thought of Jimmy not getting any pussy today, or Gennie's outline for his term paper due tomorrow, just made me smile. I knew she would be better in the morning, after a few hours of sleep.

"Want me to visit Jimmy What's His Name? I could have a gentle conversation about not bothering you again." I offered.

Her lips pursed, as if in thought, then turned into a beaming smile before answering, "Daddy, I'm tempted to take you up on that offer, but no. I'm sure after I have a few conversations with some of his girlfriends, Jimmy won't be getting into their panties again, either. That will be revenge enough for me."

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I didn't press Gennie for sex again to just take advantage of her; not that she didn't offer. She had enough trauma from the other Jimmy to have me try and impose myself upon her. We remained good friends, though. And if another storm rolled in or an icy snow day called for some added heat, Gennie did use it as a pretext to find her way to my room. After all, she was a novice and there was way more to learn about sex than I could teach her in one stormy dark night.

The week before graduation, Gennie spent an entire night in my room until breakfast, twice -- 'for confirmation,' she said.

The day before graduation, she visited again -- this time with Alicia. They confided to me that Alicia needed a good first-time experience, too. Gennie left Alicia in my care, returning an hour later, and joined us. It was a shy gathering of three at first. It was also my first time with two girls and it turned out to be theirs as well. It was interesting to have so much pleasure; like being a wild ball of string rolling all over the double mattress that lay upon the floor.

My life began to turn around by the end of that year, as my jungle nightmares abated somewhat. Though never completely gone, I could sleep soundly most nights, especially when Gennie came to visit. I had nearly shed a dark period in my life and allowed myself to rejoin the world. I would leave the university with some renewed aspirations of hope.

I typed a few letters to the Army major who worked with me in recovery and gave him an update on my progress. The Major would say, "You're making great progress -- less pain."

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I smiled at the thoughts of Gennie standing in her graduation gown planting kisses on my lips, right in front of her mom and dad, as she introduced me—as a good friend. Her mother and dad looked a bit shocked at her boldness in planting those kisses! Given the crowd and Gennie's exuberance, neither objected. Gennie already knew I wasn't going to join that walk across the stage with her. We had that conversation the last week of exams ... broken warriors don't make those open field kinds of walks.

"Thank you, Jimmy, for all your help!" she grinned as she planted the last kiss, then smiling, winked at her mother. I watched her mother's face blossom with a pink tinge at that knowing wink. I think her mother knew there was more to that wink than her daughter would ever confide to her father.

Then, as quickly as she kissed me, she turned and walked to join the others headed to the stadium for the ceremony.

I had slipped away from the crowds, avoiding the graduation ceremony. I figured I'd let the university know my new address and they could just mail my diploma whenever I found out where I was headed. The Major's last letter had a point of contact for me. Said to use his name as a reference. Someone further west was looking for a forensic accountant.

I pointed my Chevy pickup in that direction. I felt the ghosts that haunted me sitting in the seat once more — those of my buddies and those we had slain. The windows were rolled up this time as the first hints of fall were blustering around the roadway. It was almost ten o'clock; the sun would soon be in my eyes. I'd memorized the highways, but had a map beside me—just in case.

I had a picture of Gennie in a frame at my side. Driving west, I talked to her and once glancing into the review mirror, for an instant, I thought I caught sight of her standing in the roadway waving. I smiled at that nice thought.

The cornfields surrounding Macomb, Illinois were harvested, empty and bleak much like the weathered Ft. Bragg stickers on my truck. Nothing for me in either place anymore. But still, I have promises to keep and miles to go. There are many rivers to cross before I can sleep.

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Thanks for reading my journey. Elements of it are based on military experiences. The trauma is real. I carry the scars and still get the stares. It never leaves me. I knew Ms Gennie some five decades ago. Don't know where she ended up. Not long after graduation we lost contact. Through letters, I know she got married — that sort of thing closes doors, you know. As for Ms Alicia, well that part of the story was my taking some literary license for entertainment purposes.

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