Virginity Lost?

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Rae snuggled deeper into the warmth of her bed. Her roommate had already left, headed home for the summer. "One more week," Rae thought. "Then graduation...Then, then what?”

She began thinking back over the last five years of college. She smiled remembering the innocent girl she had been then. Almost totally unaware, her hands began caressing her nipples and running down her hard flat abdomen. Drowsing, she let her mind cast backwards remembering her first sexual awakenings.

Rae had matured very young. By the time that she entered high school, she was bigger than all of the girls and most of the boys. She was of first generation Polynesian origin, Thick blue-black hair down to her waist. By the time she was a junior she was 6' 2" tall, and weighed about 150, not an ounce of which was fat. She had a 30 inch waist, and 40 D breasts, topped with a face that one man remarked "some day someone will kill for that" She had a natural grace and agility and had played basketball on the "first team" since her sophomore year. She had lead her school team to the state championship for her final two high school years. This had won for her a scholarship to State.

Boys had not had too much of a place in her life. There had been dates, with the usual groping. She enjoyed being kissed and the occasional touch of a boys hand on her breast, but the blouse was never opened or the bra unhooked. If a boy got too bothered or too insistent, and had been fun, she became very adept at calming them by instructing them to get out their handkerchief and giving them a slow sinuous hand job. It tamed them, and she found that she got a big kick out of it. However, once a boy was given the gift, he was never dated again. She was wise enough to know that if there was a second date, he would be much harder to handle.

A slight frown puckered her brow. Then there was Kurt. He was an exchange student, and they started dating in the middle of the final semester. He was the perfect gentleman for several dates, then, on a warm summer night walking home from a movie, he stopped in a shadow and turned her to him and began kissing her lips. She was surprised and unsure of just how to respond. He cupped her face in his hands and tilted her face so that their mouths fitted perfectly together. Without her understanding just how, she found her arms around him pulling him closer to her breasts. The kiss went on and on, his hands roved over her back and buttocks and she felt his rising stiffness against her. His lips traced the line of her jaw, kissed her neck and down to her collar bone.