Archive-name: First/kathy.txt
Archive-author: RICHH
Archive-title: Kathy


     When I was a sophomore in college, I was in love with a girl
from a neighboring dorm.  She was near flat-chested, had a kind of
funny body, actually, but I liked her attitude and the way she
looked in her denim skirts.  We sat together in class and she'd
come over and get high, snort coke, whatever, but as for a romantic
interest...hardly.  She was seeing this beautiful Puerto Rican boy
with a tongue that could conduct an orchestra.
     Alas.
     One weekend she was gone somewhere.  She'd told me and my
roommates that her sister(a sophomore in high school) was going to
be visiting for the weekend and would we please see she wasn't
bored...
     Sure.
     Fine.
     I had the closing shift in the computer room in Uris library. 
Just before the library shut down for the night, in walked my two
roommates with this girl between them.  They were all pretty drunk.
     "Rich," said Keith, "Come on.  Take care of Kathy, will ya? 
Nick and I have to--"
     "Yeah yeah yeah whatever whatever."  I got up.  "You okay to
drive, Keith?"  He clearly wasn't, so he drove us all back to our
apartment on State Street, left me and Kathy there, and headed over
to West campus.
     Kathy and I settled on the couch in the living room.  She
reeked of beer.  I took a closer look at her.  She was an athlete,
that was clear, very fair-skinned, short red hair.  She was wearing
a green sleeveless blouse and you could see the freckles that
covered her shoulders and upper arms.  Jeans.  
     "How much did you drink, Kath?"
     "Not much."  She pulled off a stubborn sandal and ended up
firing it across the living room into Nick's room, where we both
heard something break.
     Twenty minutes later, after she'd stopped laughing and had
wiped her eyes, I said, "Define not much.  And give me your other
foot."
     She complied and I carefully un-strapped the sandal and tossed
it into Nick's room, where we heard some more things fall to the
ground.
     "Just beer.  It was just beer."
     "Ever had any before."
     "Well..."
     She was tired.  I could tell because she said, "I'm sleepy. 
But I don't wanna sleep."     
     "And you ree--well, follow me."  I brought her into the bathroom
and she washed off her face and brushed her teeth.  She washed down
a handful of No-Doz with some Pepsi and wolfed down a box of
chocolate donuts.
     Back on the couch.  Soon, her head was in my lap, my fingers
in her hair.
     "Crackly.  Dippy-do?"
     "Uh-huh.  Oooh, that's nice.  Don't stop."  I was playing with
a nipple through her blouse.  Her breasts weren't huge but high and
she wore no bra.
     "Sit up."  She did.
     "Lift up your arms."  As before.  Tossed the shirt into Nick's
room.
     "Won't Nick and Keith be back soon?"
     "I expect so, yeah.  Shy?"
     "Well..."
     "Head into my room."  I pointed to it.  "I'll grab your
sandals and shirt and meetcha there."
     "Okay."
     I had only a single bed.  I went into my room, shut the door,
dropped her things on my desk, and pulled the mattress and
comforter onto the floor.
     "Wow.  Should I call [the sorority she was staying at--her
sister's] and tell them where I am?"
     "They know you're with me and Keith and Nick.  They trust us."
     "Maybe two minutes later, the sorority called.
     "Yeah, yeah, she's asleep.  On the couch.  Pretty drunk. 
Doubt I could wake her if I wanted to.  Yeah, in the morning, yeah.
I'll drop her off.  Bye, Alison."
     "Well, you're free.
     "Wow."  She was standing.  I lay down on the bed.  She kept
moving her hands from her pockets to her hips to her waist to just
hanging by her sides...It was very Annie Hall tennis racket scene.
     "Rich, what would you do if you got a girl pregnant?"
     "You Catholic girls...I swear to God..."
     "What's that supposed to mean?  What's wrong with--"
     "Nothing, nothing.  I'm quite fond of Catholic girls,
actually.  Just takes you so long before you learn how to relax and
enjoy yourselves..."
     "Yeah, well..."
     "You don't look comfortable, like that, with no shirt."
     "You noticed?  Well, you aren't helping..."
     "No.  I'm not.  Take off your pants.  Leave your panties on."
     "Rich, I--"
     "I know.  Relax."
     "You know what?"
     "That you're a virgin.  C'mon...pants."
     "Pretty obvious, huh?  All right, my pants.  It's not gonna
help me feel more comfortable."  She took them off and leaned
against my far wall, under a Bosch reproduction."
     "Wow.  Nice legs.  I hear you're Miss Jock..."
     "Varsity basketball since ninth grade.  Field hockey...track..."
     "I lit a joint a took a drag.  Ever smoke any?"
     "Sure."  She took the joint and inhaled.  "With my sister." 
     "Turn around."  She did.  "Yum."
     "I feel very strange, Rich.  I have to tell you that."  She
put the roach into an ashtray on the edge of my desk.  "Good pot."
     "Thank Keith for that.  He started dealing... C'mere, sit
down, relax."
     "Relax, ha.  The pot's helped some..."
     I sat up, my back against my box spring, kissed her neck and
she leaned back against me.  I reached around and cupped her
breasts and played with her nipples.  I placed her left hand onto
the crotch of my jeans.  
     "Oooh."  
     "Now you *can't* tell me you've never touched a cock
before..."
     "I gave my first real blowjob last week."
     "Real, eh?  You mean he came in your mouth?"
     "Yeah, that.  Wow."
     "Wow, eh?  No argument."  I unzipped my fly and directed her
hand inside.  Her fingers were small and slender."
     "Ooh, suck."  She did so, with no hesitation.  Her eager
compliance to my near-barked-out orders made me wonder if she had
any other...proclivities, maybe just under the surface.
     "Kath," I said.
     She looked up--expectant and more than a little scared.  
     "Have you ever thought about..."
     "What?  What??"
     "Being tied up?"
     She gasped.  "Rich...I'm scared."
     "I know."  I pulled her up and leaned her back against me, my
fingers inside her panties, lightly parting and stroking her.  "I
can see the guilt thing going on..."
     "Guilt thing?"
     "The better something feels, the more 'wrong' it must
be...I've seen it lots--"
     "What was that you were saying?  About being tied up?"
     "Yeah," I said, standing and heading to the closet.  I found
four lengths of rope, four ratty bandannas and I said, "Here's the
thing:  I'm gonna tie you up, spread-eagled, put tape over your
mouth--"
     She gasped.
     "And do..."
     "What?"
     "...whatever..."
     "But what if--"
     "If anything hurts *unbearably* and you really want me to
stop," I said, while tying her left wrist to a leg of the desk,
"just blink your eyes four times in a row, fast.  Ok?"  I wrapped
the rope around the doubled-over bandannas so she wouldn't scrape
herself raw.
     "I *know* this isn't how most girls lose their virginity." 
She laughed.  It was genuine.  Not nervous or forced.  "I guess I'm
special."
     "Yeah.  Special," I said, tying the other wrist to a leg of
the bed.  Then I slipped off her panties and spread her legs wide. 
She was very flexible.  I tied one ankle to another leg of the
desk, and the other to the thing that controls the louvers on the
window.  "This'll help you get over the 'guilt thing'.  You were
bound and gagged.  What could you do?"
     Her eyes widened once the thought hit home.
     "Comfy?"
     "Oh yeah."
     "Now remember," I said, tearing off a short length of duct
tape, "what do you do if you really want to stop?"
     "Don't stop."
     "Ha.  Well, you know what to do.  Now breathe through your
nose a few times."
     She did.  I listened.
     "Fine," I said, then taped her mouth closed.  I stood up and
looked her over.  "Wow, you look great!"
     I took off my shirt and kneeled between her legs.  I kissed up
along the inside of her right thigh, over her mons, then down the
other thigh.  I wet a forefinger and gently probed inside.  I
kissed just over her clit and moved my thumb over it.  She arched
slightly and took in my whole finger.  "You masturbate..."
     She nodded vigorously.
     "Every day?"
     Again the nodding.
     "That's great," I said.  "I expect that may increase in the
near future.  Keep at it.  You do it in school?"
     Nod.
     I slid my tongue in to join my finger.  Her pubic hair was
auburn and I liked how it glistened.  I licked and sucked on her
clit with more intensity and she arched and squirmed.  I licked
from her anus to her clit and she looked up and nodded some more. 
Soon, she leaned her head back and arched, pumping up onto my
tongue.  I could hear noises coming from her throat as I cupped
both cheeks of her ass, pulled her up hard, and she came.  
     "Yum," I said, standing, unbuttoning my jeans.  Soon, I was
naked.  I rolled on a condom, some lube, then dried my hands on a
towel.  I kneeled between her thighs and lowered my head to a
breast, sucking, coaxing.  I could feel the head poking at her lips
below.  I whispered, "Showtime, love."
     I entered very slowly, and she winced.  "Relax.  S  t  r  e 
t  c  h."  Some more.  A tear appeared at the corner of one of her
eyes.  I kissed it away.  I could hear her try to say something
through the tape.  Sounded like "Mmmm,  mumm it."
     "Just do it?"
     She nodded.
     "Remember, Kath, pain is not cumulative.  You only feel what
hurts the most."  I lifted up a corner of the duct tape over her
mouth and peeled it up until an edge of about an inch was free. 
Then, just as I sank into her fully I pulled off the tape in one
motion.
     "Unhhhh."
     "Can I move now?" I asked.
     She nodded and I started pumping, slowly at first.  Her mouth
was sticky from the tape and I kissed her just below her ear and
down her jaw.
     "Hurt?"
     "Just a little.  Don't stop."
     "Ok."  She was still very tight.  I pulled out and straddled
her chest.  I squeezed some more lube between her breasts, wiped my
hands dry, and squeezed her breasts together as far as they would
go.
     She looked down as I started moving.
     "Oooh, Rich?"
     "Yes?"
     "Don't stop.  Could you just...untie...one of my hands?...
hee."
     "Sure."  The knots weren't that tight and I reached over and
freed the one that was attached to the desk--her right wrist.  It
disappeared behind me and I slid a sleep pillow and a throw pillow
behind her head.  "Open your mouth.  Suck and lick...the head... each 
stroke."
     "Oooh," she said, and I could feel her hips arching behind me,
"what's *this* called?"
     "Fucking your tits?"
     "Ha.  There's no name...?"
     "French fuck, tit fuck, who knows?  Open your mouth."
     She did.  I untied her other hand and it disappeared behind me
also and soon she was coming again.
     "It hurts inside, but my clit's really jumping."
     I groaned and came in her mouth.  She looked up and some ran
out the corner of her mouth.  She pushed it back in with a wet
finger and visibly gulped.  I untied her ankles and leaned back. 
She put her head under my arm and curled her thigh up over mine.
     Agter a few minutes I kissed the top of her head and said, "How 
do you feel, Kath?  You've just been raped, you know?"
     That word.  She looked up at me.  "Huh?"
     "You're a minor. What?  15?  Maybe 16?  Still a minor.  And
I'm over 18.  Statutory rape, I think."
     "I've heard of that."  She lay her head back down.  "I won't
press charges," she said, and was soon asleep.
     
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