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Chapter 1

When I was 8 years old, I was envious that boys had penises, and I didn't. Now, 10 years later, I feel sorry for them.

My early sexual experiences were typical for a girl. My girlfriend, Jenny, and I would coax little boys to "make pee" while we watched. By the time Jenny and I were in the 4th grade, we outgrew our hobby.

It laid dormant in my mind until halfway through junior high when my hormones kicked in, yet for all my previous experience, I remained a virgin even through high school and well into my first semester of my Freshman year.

The more liberal attitude of college life had really rekindled my desire to see and play with a cock. It was hard to believe that the shy girl I had become was so brave as an 8-year-old.

Then one day, Roger, another Freshman dropped by my room to return a book. I invited him in and we chatted a little. I hadn't really noticed that I was dressed only in a night shirt until after sitting with him for a while.

What I expected was that he would be peeking at my breasts or maybe even my ass. Instead, he spent a great deal of time staring at my feet! I finally questioned him on it, "What are you looking at?"

"Do you know you have lovely feet", he responded.

"What?"

"Your feet -- they're so sexy".

I still didn't get the significance, so I sarcastically said, "What do you want to do? Make love to them?"

His answer both shocked and excited me, "Yes."

I must have sat there in silence and confusion for minutes. It suddenly dawned on me that I could use this occasion to at least view a penis.

"OK, what do you mean by 'make love'", I got the courage to ask.

"Well, first I'd like to kiss them, and then I'd like to have you masturbate me with them."

"Yech," I thought but what I said aloud was,. "OK, I'll meet you half way. I don't like the thought of having your come on me. What you can do is take off all your clothes, and kiss my feet. You can masturbate yourself."

He took my offer immediately. In less than a minute, I had a naked 19-year-old male kneeling in front of me. I hadn't seen a real live penis since grade school. I was surprised how big it was. I rationalized that men also have pubic hair, but this was my first view of it. I felt a warm rush between my legs.

Without a word, he picked up one foot and put it to his face. First he ran his nose around it taking in its aroma. I guess he could still smell the perfumed soap I used in the shower.

All I did was stiffen a little and sigh.

Next he planted gentle kisses on the ankle and along the arch and instep. This was beginning to feel good.

Then he used the tip of his tongue to lick along my arch slowly. I could feel tingles that were totally unlike the ticklish sensation I expected.

He ran the back of his tongue down my instep and finished that maneuver by landing his tongue in the crack between my "pinkie" toe and the next toe. He rested it there for just a moment, and ran it back and forth where the toes joined the top of my foot. He circled his tongue under my toes and addressed the joints there too.

He went back to the little toe. He took it in its entirety in his mouth and sucked on it. He ran his tongue round and round and flicked the underside. It was the strangest sensation. I felt a little like a bird in the stare of a cat -- my heart was trembling, but I couldn't move or speak.

He moved on down the line sucking each toe in turn. I enjoyed the physical sensation, but what really turned me on was the physical and physiological control I had over him. Five minutes ago, we were talking about school work, and now he was surrendering in total submission to me.

He started taking the toes two at a time and was flicking the space between them with his tongue. I felt a gush in my crotch.

I wanted to jam my fingers up against my clitoris and rub for all I was worth, but I didn't want him see me lose control. As it was, I felt a orgasm coming anyway.

As he finished the first foot, and repositioned himself to worship the other, I caught a glimpse of his penis.

"Stop!" I said, "Hold it right there." I made him kneel at attention before proceeding so I could examine it more.

His cock seemed to be bulging and pulsating with a life of its own. It was red and had veins running down the shaft. There was a drop of clear viscous liquid oozing from the pee hole.

I smiled. "Continue!"

By the time he finished my other foot, my panties were soaked. I knew he could smell my musky odor. I could!

He looked up from his task and begged, "Amy, please, may I jerk off now? I can't take it anymore."

I was surprised! Back in high school I had heard about some girls who managed to get a boy to masturbate for them, but I never more than half believed the story. Now I had a boy -- no, a man -- begging for me to watch him do it. I had expected to send him off to his room where he could do it in private. Instead, he wanted to do it while I watched!

I tried to contain my excitement, so I said with as much deadpan as I could muster, "Oh, OK. Go ahead, jerk off."

"Jerk off" -- another word in my vocabulary that had no meaning until that day. I watched as he grabbed and stoked his cock pulling the skin back and forth over the head. I was like a bitch in heat!

I watched attentively as his swollen member became more rigid, more red, and even bigger, if that were possible. His breathing became erratic, and he momentarily lost his balance on his knees as jets of white creamy stuff spurted from his penis. I had known about semen, but I had never seen it "delivered."

I looked at the pools of semen with a mixture of revulsion, and excitement. It was sort of like watching a gory horror movie, where the most disgusting thing is happening on the screen, and you just have to watch it. I definitely had a perverse obsession I had with this liquid.

Roger asked, "Do you have a towel or something I can use to clean up?"

"Certainly not," I responded, "I don't want any of that stuff on any of my things, I don't even want anything that touched it in my room. Here, use these," I said, tossing him his own underwear.

Obviously, I had him both frightened and confused as he timidly asked, "Can we do this again sometime?"

I gave him a brusque, "I don't know, I'll let you know", and pushed him out the door as he was still getting his shirt on.

I pushed the door closed and leaned against it with my back, panting. I let out a long stream of air from my lungs and allowed myself to slide down the door onto the floor.

I couldn't sleep until I took care of a few biological needs followed by another shower. When I finally did get to bed, I did sleep!

I woke refreshed and still excited. I was in a total state of confusion. I was surprised at how much I liked making Roger do these things (I did make him do them, didn't I?), yet I also felt a sense of shame. Good girls don't do this kind of thing. I had led such a sheltered life. How I wish Jenny was here now! I needed a girl with a sense of confidence around boys; someone I could confide in. Unfortunately, I knew so few people at the college.

I tried to forget about the incident by burying myself in my school work. I tired to avoid Roger as much as I could, and when we passed each other on campus, we'd each exchange a simple "hi;" I with a slight blush, and he with his eyes lowered; and we'd move on our ways. In the meantime I was establishing a rapport with some of the other students and my teachers.

My sex life stalemated at this point for months. Even dates were few and far between. It wasn't until the Spring semester that my world changed forever.

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