Abby and I awoke very early in the morning. It was light outside, just after sunrise, but it wasn't bright. I got up, I looked down to the driveway from Abby's window. I saw only Abby's car, my rental car, and Catie's car sitting in the driveway. I called out to the house to see if there was any answer to my call. There was none and quick check of the bedrooms upstairs indicated that Abby and I were alone (at least on the second floor). Outside it was cloudy; not really a fog but certainly low clouds. Just another typical day in Portland, Oregon at this time of year.

Abby and I took our turns in the bathroom before returning to her bed. Once we were back in bed together, it was intimate, cuddling small talk about the previous evening and checking in on how *we* were doing. We had another 26 - 28 hours together before I would leave for mt work assignment in Idaho and eastern Oregon.

Our conversation drifted to talking about what it was like for me in the first days on a college campus. Abby probably had a pretty decent sense of what it was like for Catie from she and Abby had shared over the years. But Catie was no longer here to tell her about her experiences. Abby also had some sense of it from her brothers perspective, as well. I pointed out that for me, it was 15 years earlier, there was a war in Vietnam and a draft that 18 year old males worried about (the 2-S deferment ended just before I started at the university), and I was on a campus of about 11,000 students where the male-to-female ratio was about 9 to 1. That ratio seemed to make finding female companionship on campus very challenging. Things had changed significantly on the campus I attended since I had graduated 11 years earlier. I suspected the situation had similarly changed at Oregon State University if I looked at a then and now comparison.

Nonetheless, I gave her my perspective of some of those experiences.

"Well, moving in wasn't too bad, but it's a lot better organized now than then because the student body is much larger. Between the three of us (my dad, my brother, and I), we moved everything out of the station wagon to the second floor of the dorm relatively quickly after I went through all the sign-in/check-in. I had my University ID card from student orientation in June, so I didn't have to go through that process before checking in. Everything on campus required that ID card and getting a card, if you didn't have one, was a separate process in the center of campus. After we moved everything into my room, my dad and brother left and checked into a motel near the campus. I spent the afternoon unpacking.

My dad wanted to take me out for a really nice dinner at a restaurant well known for its steak and prime rib," I said. I briefly told her about that.

"and my roommate didn't show up."

"Did you know your roommate?" Abby asked.

"No, he was just someone who was assigned to the room with me. I don't know why he didn't show up."

"Did you get a roommate?" she asked.

"They would eventually assign me a new roommate if I hadn't moved," I said.

I explained that I did get a roommate by rooming with my best friend from junior high school and high school when his roommate (who was local) decided not to live in the dormitory. All freshman, except people who lived locally to the university, were required to live on campus during their first year. A roommate would eventually have been assigned to him, too, but I applied to be his roommate. It was approved and I had to move all my stuff across campus to the new dorm."

"Were there many people you knew from your high school?" she asked.

"No, only three of us from my graduating class of more than 650 people went there. That happens frequently for an out-of-state student. If I had gone to UVA or VPI (now Virginia Tech), there would have been many more from my graduating class on campus. Still, with the large student population, I just disappeared into 11,000 students."

She asked me what it was like to be on a campus with such a difference in the number of men and women.

"Well, the good news was I still trying to maintain my relationship with my high school sweetheart. She went to another high school and was a year younger than me. She had another year of high school to go. So, I didn't step onto the campus looking for one of the few woman there to give me attention. But I ended up making a significant number of female friends because I was a nice guy, I wasn't hitting on them, and wasn't being a jerk or an asshole."

"So, did you get to sleep with her like this before you went off to the campus?" Abby asked. Abby realized that us sleeping together like this might be somewhat symbolic before she moved to Corvallis.

"Actually, no. It wasn't for lack of trying on my part. But I went off to campus as a virgin." Abby was surprised at that.

"Well, it was 1971. The whole birth control situation was different then, too. She had just turned 17 when I left for school. And I think that her mom was just a bit suspicious of me." I reminded Abby that while I was moving onto campus as an 18-year old, that she was only three years old, going to four a couple of months after that.

"But you did eventually fuck her?"

"No," I replied.

"No? I can't believe it. Ever?" Abby exclaimed.

"Never, even though our paths crossed several times before I got married and it looked like we might finally sleep together."

"What happened?"

"We liked to be together. That was true from the very start. We both played violin in our high school orchestras. That's how we met. I thought it had something to do with her parents and what happened with her older sister (her sister went off and eloped with a guy she had been dating only six months. Gee, this was starting seem familiar). I think her mom and dad grew to like me more after those years after high school. But when things looked like we would finally become sexually intimate, she would suddenly freeze up. Hell, she even liked being in bed with me just like this, naked, cuddling, and talking just like this. But as soon as it might get seriously sexual, she would just freeze up on me. She seemed emotionally close to me in many ways, but never sexually beyond a modicum of PDA."

"So, she saw your cock?"

"Yes, I think the first time she saw it, it scared her." I told her what happened the first time she and I were in a shower together.

"I think I can understand her reaction," Abby laughed.

"But that wasn't the only time we were in the shower together or naked together. It wasn't just a one-time occurrence," I said

"She doesn't know what she missed," Abby said.

Over the years, I'd had that same thought. How someone who seemed so warm and expressive around and with me, around us being together, could suddenly slam on the brakes. But I never insisted that we complete what we started with our sexual coupling. I believed then, as I believe now, that we both had to agree to consensual sex and that consent could be withdrawn at any time. I never got that explicit consent and I didn't assume that just because we were naked in bad together (with her reaction to becoming more intimate) that it was implied consent. I also wondered what I had missed, too.

"Well, she did marry and I did meet the guy she eventually married. They went to college together and he seemed like a nice guy. When our paths crossed a few years later, I was teaching a course in the city where she lived. I was married, had my son. She and I had a nice chat at a coffee house before I flew home. She had been married for a year or two, times were tough for them financially, but something had happened with another woman and it was a really bad scene. They went their separate ways. The last time I heard from her or saw her, she was living with her older sister and brother-in-law outside of Philadelphia. It's been about two years since I last heard from her," I told Abby.

"Anyway, during that first year we tried to maintain our relationship and I was coming home every three to four weeks so that we could spend some time together on weekends. But in May, by the end of my freshman year, we decided that maybe we should take a break as a steady couple and release each other from our exclusive relationship. Not that we stopped seeing each other completely during the summer, because we did do some things together and had some fun times. And we were together on my last night before going back to my campus for my sophomore year. But no sex. When we got to the beginning of her freshman year at college and my sophomore year I was still a virgin and I assume that she was, too. We didn't end our relationship so much as we decided to pause it and maybe check-in from time to time. But even during those other times when we were together, out sex life didn't progress any further than me eating her pussy a time or two. We eventually went our separate ways."

It wasn't lost on either Abby or I that we had already chosen this path of pausing our relationship. But there were many, many differences; one was that the relationship between Abby and I was never exclusive and she and I had this vast repertoire of sexual experiences to look upon as part of whatever path forward that she and I might pursue.

"Have you tried to find her since you and your wife split up?" Abby asked.

"No," I replied. I think that was the first time that I realized that I hadn't even considered my high school girlfriend and our "unresolved" relationship as a possible relationship worth exploring again. But, the fact was that things had moved so quickly with Catie, and then with Abby, that I hadn't consider it, nor did it seem "necessary" to me. The other thing that I had learned was that my view of that high school relationship and recognition that my view of it had changed quite a bit as I *grew up*.

We got back to discussing classes where you weren't a name to a professor, you were a number on a computer printout with your grades.

"I took classes where I was one of 200 or 300 other students...chemistry, physics, a history class. Huge classrooms, actually auditoriums. Sometimes, those classes were designed to weed out those who probably wouldn't make through the four-year curriculum. But I made a lot of friends that first year, a lot more female friends than most of my male classmates, and I found out just how crazy ACC basketball really was."

We talked about the ACC and the Pacific 10 Conference (it had been the Pacific 8, when I was attending my university) and how those affected campus life and classes. Definitely a completely different level of "school spirit" compared to high school. I told her that it was pretty crazy when your team was making a run at the national championship or if your football team made it to a post season bowl game.

"So how did you change?" Abby asked.

"I got my adult body, for one! Actually, my body really started changing just before I graduated high school. I didn't always look this way. You should see the pictures from when I went on my campus visits. I looked like a very long-legged, skinny little boy," I said.

"I bet you were cute. I bet you had this nice big cock, then, too," Abby said, playfully reaching down to grab my cock.

"I did...on a boy's body." I interpreted Abby's reaction as musing about what I might have been like in high school.

"But it was such a different environment from high school. I was on my own. I had to manage my time in a way that was different from being in high school. Just being on the campus and having to get around was very different from just going to a single building all day, five days a week, and changing classrooms. Doing laundry, managing meals, studying, socializing, all of it. And I whole different world of people, almost all of whom were older than I was."

"And people didn't know me and treated much differently than high school or junior high school. All that petty junior high and high school stuff was really limited to those (immature) environments and didn't matter on the that campus unless you insisted in staying in your mold." I did point out that not everyone made that transition from high school to college life smoothly.

"I had a roommate like that my senior year. My roommate from the previous year decided to live off campus when his girlfriend got into grad school there. My new roommate was a freshman and he was really stuck in his high school routine when he came to campus. He wasn't happy with me or the other seven people in the suite, a real fish out of water. Ironically, I was friends with his older sister and she told me that he was having a really hard time with us and just being on the campus. It turned he had Asperger Syndrome and as much as I could try to help him navigate this new environment, he finally moved out. He ended up rooming with one of his friends from his high school and that familiarity with someone he knew helped him somewhat."

"For me, even though I ended up rooming with my best friend from junior high and high school, it was like starting with a completely blank slate. That's why I say the first year and into the second are the most formative in your next stage of development. You get to reinvent yourself. Keep what you like, discard what you don't and try new things..."

"I don't know if I'll change that much," Abby said.

"The core of who are you might not change much. You've been through a lot this year, more than most 18-year old women. I'll bet you come back here next summer and you'll realize how much you've changed. There will be some things that seem familiar and welcomed and others feel constraining because you are no longer *that person* you were before, " I said.

She was in quiet thought in bed with me like this. These intimate bed chats could be so wonderful and this one was.

"And you lost your virginity there?" Abby asked. It was more a rhetorical question because she I had told her that before, though maybe not at this level of detail. Catie knew all of this, of course. But I hadn't gone through that whole history with Abby.

"Yes. I met a woman and she and I were in the same econ class. She lived in one of the women's dorms next to the one I lived in, and she was on the same floor as one of my friends in that dorm, but in a different suite. She saw me coming in and out of my friend's room or suite. I thought she was cute. However, she was engaged to some guy I didn't know and it wasn't smart to be messing around with someone's woman or even appearing to. I didn't know it, or maybe I was oblivious to it, but she kept her eye on me. We didn't interact very much either in class or in the dorm. She broke off the engagement, she knew I was available, and started to hang out where she knew I would be."

"Did you know this?" Abby asked.

"Not at the time. Oh, I knew they weren't engaged any longer and I knew that he wanted her back. At least, that's what I heard. There seemed to be a lot of drama around it and I heard about through my friend. I wasn't the reason she broke off the engagement and I certainly didn't want to be in the middle of a pissing contest with him, for her. I I figured out that she was showing up in places where I was and that she was pursuing me. So, I was a bit reluctant to get involved with her."

"What about your friend? Were the two of them friends?" Abby asked. I hadn't really told Catie much about my friend and I hadn't told Abby all that much either.

"Yes, they were friends. That's how I knew about the ending of the engagement and some of what was going on. The two of them talked and confided stuff that, perhaps, I shouldn't have been told."

"You see, my friend also had some bad experiences with guys the first couple of years on campus. First, with a guy she met the first week on campus (when she and I first met), and I tried to warn her off from this guy. He ended up treating her like crap. After that relationship ended, she got involved with a married professor and that was a pretty bad situation, too. Anyway, I think the two of them commiserated over their bad relationships. For my friend, I was just a nice guy, willing to listen and be a friend when being a friend was all she wanted and needed."

"Me coming back into her life was, as she put it, 'a refreshing breath of fresh air.' She wasn't ready for sex with me or anyone else after her two bad experiences, and I really wasn't pushing it either. We were friends and that's how she became my music and concert date. She hated basketball and so she was not my date for basketball games. There were other women who went with me to dinner and a basketball game."

"Were they competing for you?" Abby asked.

"Not between themselves, as far as I know. But I finally figured out my econ classmate was pursuing me and my friend was not. It was a couple of months later before I found myself in bed with my classmate," I said. "It was only much later that I found out that my friend also had an interest to expand out relationship to something sexual. My classmate, and her friend, had taken that away by becoming my sexual partner."

"What convinced you to lose your virginity, err, surrender your virginity to her?"

"Well, she certainly wanted to take me to bed with her. But I think it was meeting her dad for the first time outside the women's dorms. She was meeting him for lunch one day. It was something they did every Wednesday. Anyway, he was happy to see her with me, saw how I treated his daughter, and I left a very favorable impression on him that his eldest daughter would be well taken care of (and much better off with me than that other guy). He wanted his daughter to be happy."

"Like my dad?" she asked.

"Yes, like your dad. Your dad still may not be wild about our age difference and I know I didn't help matters by getting your sister pregnant. But I think he knows I make you happy and I treat you as well as he'd want any man to treat you," I said. Looking directly at her, into her eyes and said "But I'm pretty sure he doesn't want you to get pregnant, at least not now." Abby smiled at that sentiment because it was something that we had all talked about. He really wanted Abby to get through her education, then she could get pregnant with whoever and whenever she chose.

"What would you do if I got pregnant?" Abby asked. We had danced around this question in other ways ("you're not trying to get pregnant are you?"), but this was the first time that I could recall her asking me outright. I had this immediate fear reaction and Abby must have sensed it because she quickly said "I'm not trying to get pregnant!"

I let the question sink in for just a moment, took a breath, and said:

"Abby, I would make the same offer to you that I made to Catie. I told her, and I tell you, that I would support you in whatever decision you make about pregnancy, whether you'd want to keep the child or end the pregnancy. Catie and I had talked about wanting to have a child with me. It was part of our plan. Her "biological clock" was ticking. Catie knew right away that she wanted to keep our child, (or children, if it really was twins) and she felt so relieved that I also said *yes*. How I felt about her and what we had planned made that choice an easy one. She would move to North Carolina and we were already talking about and planning on marriage and children. It was just much sooner than we thought and planned."

I was laying on top of Abby at this point. She was playing with my hair and thinking about what I had just said.

"Do you feel the same way about me?" Abby asked.

"Yes, and no," I said with a slight pause. "Yes, I find it incredibly easy to love you and be in love with you. It's the same easy quality that loving your sister had for me. It feels so natural and unforced. And no, it's also different, because you are a different person, your own person, and evolving as you grow. I've watched that over the past few months.

There's a lot of difference between your life experiences and your sister's. And mine."

We talked a little more about the various choices if Abby became pregnant with a child I fathered. She finally said to me "I'll let you know if I want to have a child with you. But I like the *practice* with you."

"Well, your sister proved that accidents can happen," I replied.

"Which is why I take my pills religiously at the same time every day." We had come to the conclusion that during the stress of their dad's stroke, Catie had missed some of her birth control pills or had gotten off the "same time" daily schedule that was really necessary with Catie's form of birth control pill.

Abby rolled me over her so I was on my back and said, "Enough talk of old girlfriends and your wife. I think I need more practice..."

Wasn't that a line in an episode from the original Star Trek series?

She leaned over to kiss me and I was immediately ready to enter her as she positioned herself to slide me into her once again. As she slid herself down my cock, she quietly said, "they don't know what they're missing..."

I brought my index finger up to her lips. "No more talk about past loves and lovers." I whispered.

The time spent talking rather than lovemaking was worth it because it gave us time to know each other and feel even closer to one another once we started making love to and with each other. It wasn't about what we physically did with each other, it was how it made us feel. No videos, no "performance" (though it rarely felt like a performance before the camera). It was a wonderfully intense session as I loved watching Abby ride me. As I was getting closer to cumming in Abby again, she sat upright on my hips, hands locked behind her head, rocking back and forth on me, her breasts pointed forward and her nipples standing erect. She had such a dreamy look on her face because it either felt so good or she was having these little orgasms, one after another.

I didn't tell her I was cumming. She knew I was close and immediately knew I was cumming feeling my first contraction to fire a pulse of sperm into her; she stopped moving to feel the second and then the third pulse before she leaned back a little further and reached behind her to squeeze my balls while both she and I were cumming. She squeezed them pretty hard at first but I resisted the urge to cumplain. When she lessened her grip, she squeezed them alternately like she was milking all my cum out of them.

She laid down on me and I wrapped my arms around her to hold her close. She was a lot warmer than I was and had a thin film of sweat on skin her from riding me.

"You like that," I said half asking, half commenting.

"MMMmmmmmm...." was her reply. She was quiet for a minute or two as her heart rate and breathing slowed back towards normal.

"I love feeling you cum in me. I love knowing you're cumming and, afterward, that you've cum in me. I love knowing that you've shot your cum deep inside me and that your cum has filled and coated my insides," she said. "I love holding your cum in me and, when it drips out, taking my fingers to collect and to taste it."

She had told me stuff like this before. But it was still so hot listening to her tell me this. Clearly, this young woman liked me cumming inside her. "Remember that," I told her softly, "when you're ready to have a baby. When you go from *practice* to *baby making*, those feelings will be exponentially more intense."

"You know what I'd like?" she asked.

"What would you like?" I asked.

"I'd like to spend a week with you like your wife did when you two were in college during your spring break, just to have a long uninterrupted time with you to make love day and night," she said.

"Maybe we can do that," I said. I hadn't slipped out of her and I rolled us over so I was on top and still inside her. I started stroking inside her to stiffen up and soon I had her legs up in the air over my shoulders as I drove my cock deep inside her to cum, once again. We drifted back to sleep, with me still inside her.

It was a little after 9:00 AM when we reawakened. By that time, I slipped out of her and a wet pool of my cum had leaked out and down to the towel under us.

"That was nice," she said. I agreed.

Abby phone rang moments later and answered her phone. It was her dad calling. While they talked, I headed down the hallway to the bathroom. I came back right after she hung up the phone and she was also headed to the bathroom.

"I'll be right back," she said as she passed by me.

I rearranged the towels on the bed and got back into bed to wait for Abby to return. She slipped into her bed beside me and told me her dad would not be home until mid to late afternoon.