Olivia Marsh - Expert Tongue Trippers

"I'd expected Lorna to be outraged at me, though, especially since she was the one who got me the date. Instead, she looked at me oddly after I'd related the catastrophic facts of the evening.

"'Are you a… a virgin, Carole?' she asked finally, mouthing the word as if it were somehow not quite nice. For once I was pleased at the answer I could honestly give.

"'No, But that doesn't mean… ‘

"She smiled. 'No. That doesn't mean you have to put out to every date. But, you know, Chaney is away from everywhere. If our boys don't have-‘ again she smiled, '-an outlet, shall we say, what are they to do? Pick up on the hick girls in town?' She laughed. 'That could be a social disaster. There are better ways of keeping everyone happy.'

"Lighting a cigarette, Lorna then proceeded to tell me what I could have done to satisfy my date. She talked of sucking a boy off as casually as she'd talk of smoking a cigarette. It was obvious that that was a standard way of dealing with such matters at Chaney.

"'You certainly couldn't get pregnant, you keep your date happy, and you don't even have to muss your clothing, if you don't wish to.'

"I must have looked strange, because her eyes narrowed slightly. 'Are you shocked, Carole? I mean, after all, today is today. These things were shocking twenty years ago. But today?'

"I blushed deeply at her mocking tone. 'I'm not shocked, Lorna.' Already feeling as dumb as possible, I pretended to be actually amused. Smiling brightly, I shrugged. 'Actually, I'm damn good at it. I'm not sure my date deserved such a treat.'

"Lorna looked at me uncertainly, then grinned. 'You're okay, Carole. Tell you what-next weekend I'll fix you up with Richard. ‘I've gone out with him myself. He's really okay. Deal?'

" 'Deal.' Then I faked some work I had to do, in order to be alone and think things out. After she was gone, I sat down and wondered at the fact that the far-out sex I'd enjoyed so much with my boyfriend was as common in my new world as a handshake in my old one. I had a feeling that I'd make out fine in my new environment, after all.

"Still, as I regretfully let the water out of the tub, I felt a flare-up of the old anxiety. I didn't want to ruin this date. I suspected it would be very easy to become the joke of Chaney College, the poor girl here by a fluke, unable to hold up her end of a date.

"Richard liked the pink print dress. His eyes were full of approval as we started out for the car. Then he stopped. 'Didn't you have a bag?'

" 'A bag?'

" 'Oh, God!' Elaine, two steps ahead with her date, Clarkson, brought her fingers to her mouth. She was filling in for Lorna, who had been called home on some emergency during the week. ‘Lorna told me to make sure you understood we'd be gone all weekend! Come on, Carole, I'll help you throw some things together. We'll be back in a few minutes.' She grabbed my hand and raced towards my room.

"'Sorry, Carole, I'd forgotten you're new here. Practically everyone knows that a date for the snow lodge means a weekend.' She freely dived through my things, choosing a number of outfits and underthings, quickly rounding up enough clothes to see me nicely through a weekend.

"I was confused, but Elaine explained as she neatly folded clothing and fed it to a suitcase. The guys get together and rent several cabins in the mountains year-round. Some of them actually go for the skiing, but most of the fellows just use the cabins for fun weekends. It's sort of a compliment to be invited for a weekend. Richard asked Lorna to fix it up with you. Are you ready? I think I packed enough of everything. Oh, your toothbrush!'

"I grabbed the toothbrush, packed it, and we were soon in the expensive car and on our way to the mountains. We stopped for dinner at a, nice restaurant, and, as if to make up for lost time, Richard stepped hard on the gas pedal. It took us a little less than two hours to reach the cabin.

"I don't know what I'd expected, but the cabin was more like a lodge, with three large bedrooms, two baths, a beautiful living room complete with a natural stone fireplace, a furry rug and a huge expanse of glass and overlooking snowy wilderness. It was my first real exposure to the little extras money could supply, and I liked it. I wanted to be able to look back on many weekends in places like this.

"The kitchen was modern and fully equipped. Elaine got busy brewing some coffee, and Richard brought out a bottle of good Irish whiskey. It gave the coffee a lovely aroma. We drank slowly while Clarkson made a fire. I smiled at Richard over the coffee cups, secretly pleased he turned out to be so good-looking, tall and blond and sure of himself. Somehow, it felt right just being with him, as if it were impossible for Richard to do anything wrong. I also studied Clarkson, another handsome and somehow confident young man. He caught my eye on him and returned my smile. Elaine smiled at me, too, her large gray eyes excited and happy, as if she'd looked forward to this weekend for a long time.

"'We've hardly said two words to one another all evening,' Richard commented, putting an arm around my shoulders.

"I grinned. 'I'm not terribly talkative. Do you mind?' I leaned back against his arm.

"He laughed. 'My favorite type of woman!' He got up, refilled our cups, then settled down next to me again. We began to talk in low voices, about school, some of the girls I knew, about some books we've both read. Then I realized Elaine and Clarkson were very quiet. I glanced over and watched them. They were kissing passionately and Clarkson's hand was inside Elaine's blouse, kneading the bare flesh.

"Richard's eyes followed mine, His arm tightened around my shoulders. Then his mouth was by my ear. 'That's better than whiskey for getting warm.'

"I returned his kiss willingly. It was several minutes before I was able to peek over at Elaine and Clarkson again. They were still locked together, only this time Clarkson's other hand was up Elaine's skirt. As I watched, Clarkson pulled away and got to his feet.

"'Time to hit the sack, huh?' He helped Elaine up. As she slowly got to her feet I saw an exquisite slice of her naked breast. Again, Richard followed my glance. 'I bet yours are even nicer,' he whispered, kissing me again, his lips hot now.

"We stayed by the fire a while longer, enjoying the warmth while we kissed. Then Richard reached for my breasts. He squeezed them softly. 'Come on, baby, let's try out that nice bed in there.'

"I felt a small moment of panic. 'Richard-I should have told you… I don't… I won't… Richard, I won't let you fuck me.'

"He smiled. 'Is that the only thing you won't let me do to you?'

"I looked up at him, but he was serious in spite of the smile. I nodded.

"'Then let's go.' He held my hand and led me up the stairs.

"My suitcase was neatly deposited against the wall in a large bedroom. Suddenly, I realized I didn't really need half the things I'd brought, especially the night things.

"Richard undressed me quickly. 'Um, nice,' he commented, removing my bra.

"I arched my back and let him stare and play with my breasts. They were full and taut, and I was proud of them. 'Very nice,' he added, sucking a tip into his mouth.

"Richard led me to the bed when I was stripped down to my panties. Then he skinned out of his own things, throwing them carelessly over the back of the chair. His cock was halfway erect, long and nested by blond hairs. He pulled the blankets over us and pulled me to him.

"'Brrr, it's cold! But this is nice…' He kissed me again, slow and sweet, unhurried, sure of himself, sure of me.

"Suddenly it felt very good to be in bed with a man, and I admitted to myself that I didn't mind so very much that it wasn't Ron. I liked Richard, he kissed good, and we understood each other. I returned his kiss fully, rubbing my naked tits against his chest as he pulled off my panties.