All I wanted was a nice, safe, monogomous relationship.

Of course in high school I was a simple guy, a bit different from

the rest of the people where I grew up. I had a direction and

a purpose; where most kids were interested in going to parties

and getting drunk (and maybe a peek if they were lucky), I wanted

to study and make something of myself.

You know the kind. Poor white trash tring to make something of

himself; the kid in the corner with the glasses held together by

tape, calculator in hand. If this were an earlier age, he'd be

trying to read the little black numbers off the slipstick; maybe

in the future it's a laptop with holograms projecting out of it's

surface.

Except that I never wore glasses. My parents told me that in

order to get along in this life you need to dress well and look

good, and who gives a damn about your brains. So I'm just shy

of 6 feet tall and fairly well built; I even play waterpolo when

sufficiently drunk enough not to care. But my desire was to be

a professional, perhaps a systems analyst, with a nice wife and

a couple of kids. The dog in the front yard and the Volvo in the

garage is optional, of course.

When I was admitted into Pacific Tech, I was elated. All the

hard study and good grades allowed me into one of the toughest

schools in the state. Yes, the place had a 6 to 1 ratio male to

female, but I was only there to study. As soon as I figured out

what I wanted to do with my life, and as soon as I graduated to

a successful job I would go about finding that nice woman who I

could marry and live happily ever after with. My life was

progressing quite nicely, thank you, and on the path I

forordained for myself.

One of the first things that happens at PacTech (as we all knew

the place) was "Freshman Camp", a place where all the students

went to learn about the honor code and meet the various

fraternities. It's generally a three day affair which takes

place in a small cove just south of Avon on Santa Catalina

Island.

We all gathered in the middle of the student houses for the bus

ride out. The freshman class, about 200 students, brought their

gear out and waited. Looking around I found more than a

sufficient supply of calculators hanging from nerdy guy's belts

to satisfy the computational requirement of any one of NASA's

space probes. I was glad for my parent's advice to keep care of

myself and my apperance; I certainly stood out from the crowd!

The busses arrived, and the great mass proceeded to stuff

themselves in. Not in any particular hurry I moved to the back

of the second bus, and made myself comfortable. As the bus

packed, a rather pretty girl picked me out, and worked her way

to the back to join me.

She wore a rather tight leather miniskirt, a tank top, and a

black leather jacket; the exception to the rule of t-shirts and

messed up hair. From this vantage I saw a rather shapely ass and

thighs dressed in black fish-net stockings, and something inside

of me awoke for the first time.

It wasn't like I hadn't ever seen a girl before. I had dated

some in high school. It just was, well, not in my plans for the

future. I am a goal-directed person; if it's towards my goal I

am more agressive than most and stubborn as a mule. If it isn't

in the direction I want to go, however, nothing can cause it to

capture my interest.

But something about the way she breathed was impressive. Her

shape, her long flaming red hair, the smell of her purfume; I

couldn't move, couldn't think. Something more primitive was

trying to rest the controls of my life away from me, and I wasn't

too certain I should give in. When she asked if she could join

me, I stammered "uh, sure", and she giggled as she sat downand

snuggled up next to me. And my poor mind fried.

Scotty, beam me up! Circuit overload! Red alert! (And as a

vision of me rubbing her thighs, or letting my hand run itself

up to the hair between her legs.) She held my hand and asked if

I was okay. I didn't know. The Volvo was sinking fast.

We arrived some thirty minutes and three thousand years later at

the dock where our boat would be taking the freshman class out

to the island. Gloria, still holding my hand and chatting away

about her family and her friends in high school, was still

discount hotels in Salzburgsnuggled up very close to me, and I was stiff. Holding hands was

safe, but something inside of me was telling me that it wasn't.

The boat arrived, we moved to there, and she sat herself on my

lap, holding on to me as the boat moved towards it's destination.

Actually the boat ride wasn't too bad; my mind having overloaded

itself with the possibility that there may be more to life than

computers and a cosy marriage in the distant future. I rubbed

her back and told her about the place where I grew up; she held

on to me and told me about her house in Texas and how the waters

in the ocean were so warm that she'd go swimming nude in the

moonlight.

Once the boat arrived, we were seperated. The class seperated,

was processed, placed into their appropriate rooms or tents as

the situation warranted, and sent on our way to the lectures,

meetings, and group talks which were supposed to dominate our

life for the next few days. Of course I was disappointed; for

the rest of the day through lunch and dinner I hoped to meet

Gloria and hold her hand, but of course (my rational part told

me) my purpose at PacTech was to study.

After dinner there was a "campfire". With two hundred people

attending it's rather hard to sit around a single fire and be

cozy; and about an hour into this listening to kids talk about

their science fair experiments and how they wanted to

revolutionize Artificial Intelligence with the unique insight

they possessed, I quietly left.Behind the campsite there is a hill called

"Bible Peak." It is a hill about two hundred feet up with a

cross of wood at the top. It also possessed one of the best views of

the campsite and theocean below. In full moonlight I made the hour

trek to the top of the hill, where I found a rock and sat still,

watching the white waves crash below.

While contemplating the stars and my future I heard a twig snap

behind me. Startled, I turned around. A dark figure worked it's

way up the last 10 feet of hill and sat itself beside me, moon

at it's back. Without a word, it started stroking my hair and

face, relaxing me.

Gloria! I was happy to see her again, as I missed her company

from the morning bus trip. She stood over me, while stroking my

hair, and started to work herself out of her tank top.

I grabbed her hand. "Hang on," I said, "maybe we shouldtalk.

I've never done this before. Can you just sit here and talk with

me a while?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah. You just take my breath away. Sorry; I'm just new

at this. Please forgive me. God your beautiful." I was in

overload; there were about a dozen things I wanted to tell her

but that was the best I could do.

She sat down next to me and held my hand, and we talked some

more. She had an interest in photography and I told her how

beautiful the moon and ocean would be captured on film. I told

her about the stars where I was from and how if you were patient

you could make out the Milky Way. She asked me about my lovers

and I admitted there had been none; I was always interested in

fufilling my dreams, but I had to admit I wasn't certain what

they were anymore. We laughed, and when she went to kiss me on

the cheek, it seemed natural to kiss her on the lips.

She let her hands glide over my back and I held her and stroked

her hair. She shivered when I ran my fingernails down her back,

and experimentally, I let my fingers run lower and lower over her

ass as well. I wispered in her ear, asking if she was alright,

and she responded by tumbling us both over onto the grass, her

on top.

She pinned me down with her hands on my elbows, and laughed.

"I've got you now. What should I do with you?" "Uh, whatever

you wish; you've got me, after all." To which, she started to

unbutton my shirt and kissing my chest.

I worked her tank top off and started rubbing the skin

underneath. Her nipples felt hard against my bare chest, and she

gasped quietly when I ran my fingers over them. Perfectly

shaped, she held one to my mouth and I started licking it, first

gently, then hard, pulling the enire nipple in with my mouth and

pressed around the tip with my toung.

Gloria picked her weight off of my hips and worked her way around

to start taking my pants off. I rotated towards her on my side

and started rubbing her thighs. Allowing my hands to work their

way up her tight miniskirt, I found her pubic hair wet, though

then I had no idea why.

After working my pants off of me, she licked my stiff cock and

started sucking hard. What fragments of my mind that survived

up until then had been blown, with the smell of her long red hair

and her firm ass in my hands, my hard cock in her mouth and part

ways down her throat.

She asked me then if I wanted to make love. I said yes, but I

didn't know how. "Don't worry; let me do the driving." She

unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the ground, and sat

herself on me, slowly working me inside. Holding my wrists to

the ground, she rocked her hips back and forth until I was all

the way in, and rythmically she brought herself up and down.

I was breathless. Gloria smiled at me and shuddered, getting

tighter and tighter around me with each pass. She rocked for

several minutes, and then with some effort pushed herself

upright, brushing her hair upright and allowing me full view of

her glorious chest. I reached up and grabbed one, then the

other, and circled her tits with the tips of my fingers,

spiralling from the outside to the nipples. It seemed forever

she rocked on top of me, both of us moaning and not carring who

found us there, until I exploded, and for a moment her face

shined in something more than moonlight.

I asked her "Why me?" at some point during our lovemaking,and

she laughed, saying "Your cute, and I liked the way you tried to

cover your shyness on the boat ride over." After our lovemaking

I held her in my arms and ran my fingers down her back. By this

time it must have been midnight; the moon now low over the hills,

and she snuggled close, spoon fashion; this time for warmth.

My hands fell on her stomach, and I drew circles around her

bellybutton and across the top of her pubic hair. Turned on by

this I bit the back of her neck softly, and ran my fingers up and

down from her chest to her crotch. Her back arched, pressing her

ass against my now stiffened member. Grabbing it, I pushed it

forwards and in, brushing her clit with my fingers in the

process. "May I drive this time?"

She arched her back even more, reaching around and grabbing my

ass to help me in deeper. I held her, one arm around her

stomach, and the other arm propping her head up and holding her

close. We rocked, I driving myself even deeper and deeper as she

moaned. I was sure we must have been heard, but I really didn't

care; the only thing that mattered was this sexy girl in my arms,

and driving her as wild as I could.

She broke out in a cold sweat all of a sudden, and I felt a

wetness down below that wasn't from me. She then gasped, and her

grip on my ass tightened as I exploded again, clamping down on

my teeth to keep from yelling at the top of my lungs.

We met every night on that trip; each time in a different

location near the campsite. She taught me the fundamentals of

sex, her shapely body infinitely adaptable to all of about a

dozen different positions. And as we sailed back to the mainland

back to school proper we held each other at the front of the

boat, her arm around my waist and on my ass, and my arm around

her body, hand inside of her leather jacket.

It's been almost seven years since my introduction to the

mysteries. Gloria is now married and living somewhere on the

east coast; I haven't seen her in years. I now live alone in a

one bedroom apartment in Pasadena; somehow the thought of a house

with a wife and kids, Volvo and dog in the yard just doesn't

appeal to me the same way as it did before. It's not a goal the

way it was for me before; now it's just something that I might

like to have someday.

I have had quite a few lovers since that night; I've even been

in a few manage-a-tois. With each lover I have learned something

different about sex and making love; with each person sex is

different but always wonderful. But for me, the first time was

special, a time that I shall remember always.