Church Girls are Easy (Part 2) FinalYes, true story. I broke this up into two parts, as the second part has some real action including some double penetration and a hard lesson learned on my part. Alas, gentle reader, I did get the last laugh. Val the Volleyball Player Part TwoWhen we arrived at her apartment, the room mates were still not there. Val mentioned they were gone for the weekend. I thought, the way things were beginning, I was not going to go out for dinner, as we no sooner got into the door, then she took me by the hand into the bedroom. Val told me to sit, fortunately there was a chair in front of the study desk. I am sure study desks were seldom used in those apartments. Val had little modesty, as she disrobed right there. Fully naked, she took the few steps toward me, leaned down and kissed me and said, “You know, I sent you off last night and probably left you unsatisfied. I love you, it won’t happen again.” I told her, “Well, you did not see a frown on my face last night or today for that matter.” The best part, as Val walked toward the shower for a quick rinse, either intentionally, or by accident, she dropped the items in her hand. She said, “Oops,” and bent over. She bent down and with one hand was picking up the items, with the other she reached up and grabbed her butt and did the half spread as she was leaning her head around she said, “See anything you want?” “Well, yes. You have a fantastic ass. I thought you wanted dinner? Wouldn’t it actually be nice to go out, be together, have dinner and have a real conversation. Don’t get me wrong, you are a fantastic lover, but there is more to life, like food.” Dinner went wonderful. I loved watching her try and use chop sticks for the first time. Land Park was adjacent to the restaurant. We went for a walk in that brisk, Indian Summer evening. We rode on the Merry Go Round and we swung on the swings. We walked back to my car, held hand and she stopped every once in a while, put her arms around me and gave me a kiss. Each time, “I love you” came out of her lips, ever so softly in my ear. What was nice about Val, she was tall, so I did not have to bend down to have her speak into my ear. As we drove to her place, she leaned into me. Several times Val said she loved me. Even going so far as saying “I just can’t picture myself with anyone else.” Val said this so much, I wondered if this was just a line. Then again, if she was acting, she should have won the Academy Award, as the look in her eyes and tone of her voice were so convincing, I was believing it. Then again, I kept in the back of my mind, just in case, that I was her first real ‘fling’ after moving away from home. The taste of the ‘forbidden fruit.As we entered her apartment, no pretense of looking for room mates. We went straight back to her room. She opened the drawer and pulled out the candles. Val walked over to the dresser and put on a couple of more dashes of Oscar perfume, an aroma that overpowered the room. We met in the middle of the room and kissed. I slipped her top off and she slipped off mine. We moved to our pants. We each took off our socks and shoes.Properly undressed we just embraced and kissed and inched our way to her bed. We lay there and Val said, “I’m on the pill, in case you are wondering. I have not had sex, let alone someone make love to me in over a year. Please, take me. Not wanting to ruin the moment, I started in on some foreplay just to get her going. I reached down to her crotch and soon found out she was already dripping wet. I moved to her clit and massaged it gently and started sucking on each of her breasts. Val just lay there, moaning in delight. Her breathing was getting deeper and harder. I could see the smile on her face and the glimmer in her eyes as she looked at me.”I really have bad feeling that if I don’t put on a condom, I am going to have an accident too soon,” I mentioned. “Well, don’t put one on because you think you will get me pregnant, I started the pill a couple of months ago I have been waiting for someone like you. Someone I love.” I got out of bed and reached into my wallet (I came prepared) put on a little bit of the numbing eskişehir rus escort lotion on my penis. As I opened the condom package, Val said she wanted to see me put it on. I don’t know why. Maybe she wanted to assure herself I was wearing one. Val then said, “Wow, that is a turn on.” I did not get time to ask how she wanted it, me on top, her on top, as Val soon positioned herself on all fours on the bed. “Do you like it like this, or do you want to do something else?” I, not saying a word, moved her over to the foot of the bed, as doggy style in the middle of the bed is awkward.”God, I love you, Mark. Put it in me. I love you and want to feel your dick in me!”I looked down at that wonderful svelte body, that beautiful ass and that pussy extruding and I pushed her butt forward a little bit so I could reach around and massage her clit. Val willingly complied. As I massaged her clit with one hand, I used the other to rub the end of my dick into her awaiting clam. As I put in the end, Val let out a sharp “Ouch.” I stopped and asked, “Did that hurt?” as I pulled out. “It’s been over a year. Maybe things have shrunk up. Go ahead and try again.”Once more I entered her, as I put it in I heard from her a muffled groan and real quick, sharp breaths. I slowly inched my way into her vagina. With each inch, I could feel the contractions of her vagina walls. At the end of each contraction, I moved further in and finally I stopped as I felt if I did anything else, I would just cum and I needed to work on my focus inventory to take my mind off the project at hand. “God, you are all the way in, God, that feels soooo good. I love you. I love that.”I moved my hand around to massage her clit and Val started moving her hips back and fourth, I looked down and I could see myself going in and out. Soon, I started matching her motions. I don’t think I we were doing that for more than a few minutes than I started hearing from Val, “Oh, God, Mark…..I’m cuming, I’m cuming, Oh, God, I’m cuming hard.” Her breathing was at a marathon runners pace. I could feel her vaginal walls contracting on my penis and then, Val just let out one long high pitched squeak. I could hold it no more and I shot my load. My breathing did its usual when I came as well.So I stood there, as my dick became flaccid, I could feel the continued contractions of Val’s vaginal walls. Finally Val pulled away and collapsed on the bed. I, still wearing my condom (for some reason I was not in too big a rush to take it off and flush it down the toilet) lay down beside her. One thing I noticed, as with some women, when Val would cum her lips would get really cold. This was the case. She lay there and said, “Mark. That was great. You made love to me. I think multiples is too much to put on it, but I had one long orgasm. You are wonderful.” I commented that she was not too bad herself. Val said, “Wow, that is how it should be; love, not just sex.” As I lay on my back, Val started moving her kisses from my lips to my neck to my nipples (a wonderful sensation that few women want to do to a man) and down my stomach. She stopped short and put her hand on my already flaccid penis and said, “Wow, you still have the condom on. Let me take care of that.” Before I could stop her, with one gentle pull, she pulled off the condom and the contents started leaking. ‘Oh, my. Poor little sperms, I will bet you they thought they were going to do some good, ” said Val. I had to giggle a bit.”Let me get you cleaned up a little,” said Val, as she went into the bathroom, wet a wash cloth and cleaned me. “There, that’s better. Now, I want to see how good of a refractory time you have.” With that statement, Val clamped her mouth around my flaccid penis and started sucking. It did not take too long before she had an answer to her question. As she sucked, I started moaning, as I really liked that. Val gave great head. Hardly missing a beat, Val stopped and said, “I want to be on top, unless that is too intimidating a position for you?” I said, “No, besides, that will give me a chance to suck on your fantastic tits.”Val definitely like eskişehir rus escort bayan girl on top. She also liked doggy style. The girl on top let her grind her clit around as she rode me. It took me a lot longer to cum. About three quarters a way through our second round, Val came again and just collapsed on me.”I love you so much. I want to make you happy. I want to make you love me,” Val said after catching her breath after her collapse. Just keep pumping, I want to feel you cum inside me. I wanted to turn her over, but I just continued. Val could feel my breathing get more rapid. As she noticed this, she whispered in my ear, “Cum for me baby, cum for me. I love you. I want to feel your cum in me.” Those kind words of encouragement tipped the scales. As I spurted Val sucked air through her teeth and said, “Ahhhhhhh. It’s been so long. God that is good. I love you.” We lay there. Val was the first girl I knew that played with my cum in her vagina, sticking her fingers in and out and commenting how wonderful that felt. “I could do this every night with you.” We both cleaned up. Val jumped into the shower. So did I; separately. I think I put on my shorts, Val put on a overly large top and we fell asleep. The following day was Sunday. I asked if she wanted to go to Church to keep up appearances. She said yes. She sat with her little friends in Sunday School. We sat together in the main service. After praying for forgiveness for our sins which included fornication, oral sex and sex with a condom (no this was not a Catholic Church); I drove her back to her place and proceeded with round three. I made love to her without the condom. She was on top. I wish I could say I made her cum that time, Val said she understood. She felt very hot and sweaty and wanted to take a shower. Val, as she exited the shower walked into the bedroom and as she was drying off said she was ‘sore’ down there. I told her I was not porn star material, but I did not think I was bigger than average. “Oh, but you are to me,” quipped Val. For the next two weeks, we were rabbits in heat. The only thing I did not try was anal. I did do the double penetration one time when we did a doggy style session. I played with her anus a couple of times before and before I did that, I did stick my finger up to the first knuckle and did not get a no, so the next time, when I was having a hard time getting off, I did the double penetration. Anal never came up. Val did love getting her pussy licked. Maybe she was telling the truth that no one had ever done that to her before. Remember, she hit puberty in the early 1970’s and these events occurred in 1982, there was no internet. Most guys introduction to sex was looking at Dad’s Playboy Magazine. The only periodical to openly discuss oral sex was Hustler and that magazine was banned in some localities; like Tuolumne County.Oh, on my part, it was not all sex. I took to heart, Val’s “I love you” comments. When we were not in class, had games, work or simply studying, we went out. Odd, as a born and raised in California girl, she had not seen the Pacific Ocean. I made a day trip out of it. Just before we got to the ocean, but could smell the salt air, I pulled over and blindfolded her. When I parked the car, I led her by the hand to the shore and took off the blindfold. The gasp from her mouth and the look of amazement on her face were worth the effort. I packed a picnic lunch, we ate deli fried chicken, drank some white wine, held hands and kissed as we watched the sunset. On that trip, I did not even try and cop a feel, even when we were playing on the swing set on Stimson Beach. I naively thought, even though in the back of my mind I had reservations, she wanted a relationship. I though Val did not want to just have sex, she wanted someone, like she said to make love to her, to love her the person, not just love her vagina. Well, gentle reader, I was wrong. The Saturday after the ocean trip, I got set straight. “Mark, I really think you are falling in love with me. The going out, the trip to the ocean. Heck, you even came here one night and made rus escort eskişehir dinner for everyone; and it wasn’t meat. You have the wrong impression of what I am looking for.” Val further went on and mentioned how lonely I must feel being all alone in the world and she thought; rather erroneously I might add, that she was the first thing that has come along since the death of my parents, so I latched on. She was wrong about her being the first thing that came along, the latch on, well. Maybe she was right. Maybe the way I was trying to add stability to my life was to try and build a relationship and maybe even get married. Val went on to say she was going home next weekend to see her family and her boyfriend. “Boyfriend?” I said. “You told me you two broke up.” Situations like that, I thought to myself could get one killed. “Well, we are broke up; sort of. You see, we want to get married. But he told me to go off to college, get some strange dick, get it out of my system, so when we get out of school we can get married and be loyal. Maybe I could pick up a trick or two, maybe he could pick up some as well.”The dagger in the heart, if it had not been driven home, was still to come. “You see, you are a nice guy. You go to Church, you are polite, a whole lot more than HIM (meaning the boyfriend I assume), you are a considerate lover. Whomever trained you should be complemented as she did a good job. Most guys shove it in, pump a couple of times, squirt, squirt, pull it out, roll over and say, ‘Oh, yea, great.’ You were nothing more than a booty call. You were good looking, healthy and available. A little dense, as it took you longer to take a hint that I wanted more than hang out. Had you reacted sooner, I would have been done sooner and the sooner you could get going with your life.” I was speechless. I understood the relationship I had with one person, which now is called “Friends with Benefits” but that person never said she ‘loved’ me or wanted me to ‘make love’ to her.I figured this is what I get for being a guy. I am sure there are guys that do the same thing to women. They use well rehearsed lines to land a woman they ‘want’. Maybe those lines are good; maybe not. Maybe they get to bed their mark but they soon move on to the next conquest. To Val, I was a conquest. A notch on her bedpost.I was speechless after her little pronouncement. I did not even say a word, I just walked out. Most guys would cry, or go out and get drunk. I did neither. I went to a movie.The next day, conspicuously absent from Church was Val. Odd thing, no one really asked. Maybe they knew, maybe they ‘suspected.” No one asked me where my “side kick’ was. Lisa (my friend with benefits) was happy she was not around. Val probably went off to some other unsuspecting congregation in search of some guy whose heart she was going to break.I saw her around campus. She even had the nerve to come by and say ‘Hi” on occasions. I was polite. If she asked to sit down, I still stood up, as I had class; maybe it would rub off on her. Probably not.As an odd end to this story, the Monday before Thanksgiving, 1982, Val walked up to me in the cafeteria. Of course, she asked if she could join me. I said she could (I thought to myself she has nerve), so I stood up and pulled out the chair for her to sit and slid it under her. Val said she was sorry about everything she said to me as she was PMS ing and she mentioned the ex-boyfriend (or boyfriend as the case may have been) was pressuring her into having sex and she did not know what to do. Then, in a pouty, feel so sorry for me voice Val said, “I have really missed you.” Somehow, I found this insincere. She continued, “Since you don’t have any family or anything, how would you like to go with me to Redding, as my date, to my parents home for Thanksgiving Dinner? I really haven’t had any other possibilities since you and I really miss you.” MAYBE I GOT BACK AT HER, MAYBE NOT. YOU GENTLE READER, BE THE JUDGE! Don’t you just love the Germans. They have a word for everything. One of the words they have is Schadenfreude. It literally means “Joy in the suffering of others misfortunes.” I don’t know if Val was suffering, but it was so nice to tell her, “Well, I have been invited to someone’s mountain retreat in Lake Tahoe. I am going to get to ski, have a nice Thanksgiving dinner with a family, so I will have to respectfully decline your invitation.” I saw her around campus, but she never spoke to me again. I was fooled once. Not again.