I'm not sure I'm posting this in the right place, but I did want to tell about one of my first encounters with period sex.
Lori Loves Menstrual Sex
Junior year in college was starting out to be a non-event. Academically, I had figured out what made me a success in my civil engineering program and the past year college afforded me other experiences, such as with women and was not unlike being a kid in candy store. At the beginning of the semester, I had been in the bookstore hoping to find used engineering texts when I encountered a very attractive female student who looked to be more than bewildered.
“You look a little lost. Can I point you in the right direction for something?” I asked.
“Actually, you can. Here’s the list of books that I need, but I don’t see a single one of them,” she said handing me the 3 x 5 card with the handwritten titles, which was in perfect script I might add.
“Well, this is the engineering and natural science book section,” I explained. “Your course in Psych is going to be towards the back.”
“Oh, thanks,” she said to me. “I really appreciate the help. By the way I’m Lori and I’ve just transferred here.”
“Nice to meet you, Lori. I’m Wes and I’m just starting my junior year,” I said as I walked her to the social science section of the bookstore. As we did so I could not help but check Lori out. Nice figure, clean cut, and certainly she had that “girl next door” look about her.
When we got to the social science section, Lori quickly found the books she was looking for. She turned to me and said, “Thanks for helping me. Here’s my phone number. Why don’t you give me a call.”
“I will,” I said. “I’m glad that I was able to help you.” And at that the encounter ended.
Some five or six weeks went by and don’t even ask why, but I never gave Lori another thought until one day after my Strength of Materials course I had just left the Engineering Building and was walking across the quad when I heard a female voice call my name. When I turned around it was Lori.
“Hey, how are you doing?”
“Not bad although my college algebra class could be better. Math was never a strong subject for me.”
“I could help you,” I offered. “I’ve had lots of math classes and besides I am going to be an engineer so I better be good in math. What is the current topic?”
“Polynomials. And they make absolutely no sense to me.”
“I’m heading to another class right now, but if you want to come over to my place I’ll help you. Actually, if you are willing to trust my cooking I’ll even make you dinner.”
“You don’t have to do that. I just want a little tutoring.”
“It’s no trouble. I have a little efficiency two blocks off campus.”
“OK, how about 6:00?”
“Perfect!” I said. And at that we parted company. For the rest of the afternoon I was obsessed with thinking about what to make for dinner. Then it came to me, I could make some of my mom’s chili recipe. On the way home I stopped and bought some meat, a single pepper, an onion, and some assorted spices. I had seen mom make this any number of times and knew that I could make a great chili from memory.
At a few minutes after 6:00 came a knock on the door. Not surprisingly when I answered it there stood Lori. “Hi,” she said perhaps with a bit of an awkward tone. She looked great wearing a straight khaki skirt and a simple sleeveless plaid blouse.
“Hi. Come on in. I made some of my mom’s chili for us. Hope you like it,” I said ushering her into the small apartment.
“I’m sure your mom’s chili will be fine. I’m from northern Virginia and haven’t had much chili in my life.” I dished some out, added some cheddar cheese, and we both sat down to a bowl of chili and a can of Dr. Pepper. Afterwards we cleared away the dishes and Lori got out her algebra text. I showed her the mechanics of how to handle polynomials and then had her work through a couple of problems in the back of the chapter.
“There, I think you have it!” I said hoping to bolster her confidence.
“It doesn’t look so intimidating now,” she said. “By the way can I use your bathroom?”
“Sure, it isn’t that big an apartment. It is right there,” I said pointing her in the direction. Lori picked up her purse and disappeared. My bathroom was hardly palatial, but it had the basic necessities. But Lori seemed to be taking her time so I cleaned up the kitchen as I waited for her to return.
When Lori came back to the table she smiled faintly, but I could not help but notice that she looked terribly pale. “Are you OK?” I asked. “I hope my chili didn’t disagree with you.”
“No, I don’t think it was the chili, but my tummy is doing so flip-flops.”
“Let me get you another Dr. Pepper. You probably need something more to drink.”
“That sounds good. I’m sorry.”
“No problem. Here,” I said pouring the soda into a clean glass.
“Thanks,” she said taking a small bottle from her purse, pour out two tablets, and downing them with the Dr. Pepper.
“I know, that chili was too spicy, wasn’t it?” I asked thinking she had taken an antacid.
“No, it was perfect.”
“You have a headache from the algebra?” I then asked pressing the issue.
“No, I’m sorry, but I just needed a couple of Midol.”
“Oh, I understand. I happen to have two sisters so this is nothing new to me,” I explained and at which point I saw the smallest smile come across Lori’s face.
“I appreciate that. Most guys would be absolutely clueless. But I am feeling a little chilled. Do you have a sweater or something I can use?”
“I do, but there is also a blanket right here on the couch.”
“That will work,” said Lori taking a seat on the couch and pulling the blanket around her shoulders. “We can continue to talk about math. I’m feeling a little bit better.”
I moved to the couch, sat next to Lori and continued the discussion about polynomials. She didn’t look all that attentive and that fact was confirmed when she said, “I’m cold. Could you put your arm around me.”
I was happy to oblige and a few minutes after that she rested her head against my shoulder. “You are such a nice guy,” she said. “I knew that from the day I met you in the bookstore.
“I just try to be helpful,” I modestly confessed. Lori rested her head on my shoulder and her right hand on my chest. In seconds she was asleep. With the arm that I had under her I moved out and held her right side cradling her to me. Nothing happened for maybe 10 or 15 minutes when she started groping for my nipple. Once she found it and started tweaking it immediate signals went to my brain that turned me on so I reached my hand over and massaged her nearest breast through the blouse and her bra, an action that made her whimper in what I interpreted as delight.
This mutual touching went on for several minutes until Lori moved her hand down and groped me. Taking this as a signal that she was OK with what was progressing, I carefully unbuttoned her blouse and moved my hand inside. I could feel the smooth flesh of the upper half of her breast, which seemed just about perfect—neither too small nor too large. As it turned out Lori was wearing a front clasp bra so I undid it and immediately had full access to both breasts. She had to have been turned on because both nipples were erect and she let out more cooing noises when I gently massaged one between thumb and index finger.
As all this mutual touching was going on my manhood was becoming ever firmer and Lori was getting a better hold of it. Since things were progressing I decided to let them continue as I located the bottom hem of her skirt and pulled it up as far as I could knowing that Lori was sitting on it. It was, however, far enough and I could locate her panties through which I could feel Lori’s bush and the labia that it protected. As we mutually groped one another and finding it progressing nicely, I inched my hand up through the elastic leg opening of the panties and found the pussy I had been seeking.
All the while I thought Lori was pretty much dozing off in my arms, at least until she spoke and really surprised me. “Wes, I want to do it with you,”
“I’d love to do it with you, too, but thought you were on your period.”
“I am, but that makes me really horny.” By this point Lori had the zipper to my jeans down and was groping around for my manhood, which I have to admit was not that difficult to find.
“OK, but let’s just quickly get up, open the couch into a bed, and get undressed,” I replied. As if on cue, the two of us let go of one another and did just what I had said. Within less than two minutes we were both naked and on my bed locked in a passionate kiss. Lori had one of the most perfectly proportioned female bodies that I had ever seen. Moreover, my raging hard-on was telling me it wanted nothing more than to enter her.
“Oh, Wes, you’re wonderful. When are you going to do me?”
“Right now if you are ready, but first we have to take out your tampon.”
“I know and I assure you it is probably pretty gross because today is my second day and I have to wear both a napkin in my panty and a tampon. I have been sort of miserable all day because I am flowing really heavy with quite a few clots.”
“It’s OK. I accept you for what you are. I grew up with a mom and two sisters so menstruation is not really a mystery to me. Although I have never seen any of this so up close and personal. So if it is a messy as you say I think I better go get a towel or two and a rubber.”
“That’s a good idea, but also some tissues for when I take this out,” said Lori showing me the string to her tampon.
I returned to the bed with all the paraphernalia, Lori gave a gentle pull on the tampon string and the well-saturated cotton plug slid out of her. I tore open the foil pack containing the rubber, removed it, and unrolled it down over the shaft of my penis. This would be my first experience with a woman on her period, but it did not bother me in the least.
Lori laid down on the bed, spread her legs, and literally begged me to enter her. With the amount of blood in her vagina I assumed that she would be adequately moist despite the swelling that menstruation has on a woman’s organs that are supposed to make them feel tighter to enter. When I did so I was not disappointed.
Once all the way in Lori moaned with pleasure and wanted only one thing—to reach climax. I did not disappoint her, but then again, she did not disappoint me. Just a few minutes later my throbbing penis delivered its semen into the rubber, but most importantly Lori screamed with delight. We collapsed into one another’s arms, both of us spent. With the afterglow lasting maybe 20 minutes we reveled in the experience, but then I withdrew from her. The rubber was well spotted with blood and even had a sizeable clot clinging to the tip.
“Oh, Wes, how can I ever thank you,” she uttered. “I feel so much better.” Lori’s next action was to reach for her purse from which she took out a fresh tampon.
“I think I better put another one of these in before I bleed all over your sheets,” said Lori heading to the bathroom with the tampon, but was nevertheless buck naked. When she came out she came over to me, put her arms around my neck and said, “Thank you. You are the only guy to truly love me when I’ve been on my period. That makes you special.”
Lori left my apartment and I reflected on the unique experience that we had just enjoyed. Our lives were sort of like ships passing in the night and it was several weeks before we spent time together again. As luck would have it, it was four weeks to the day, Lori was again on her period, and we again had wonderful sex together. And again she was grateful. The last time we were together was during exam week, and if the reader has any sense for where all this was going, yes, Lori was once again having her period, yet again we had marvelous sex, but I started to feel like the only guy on campus who would cater to her emotional and sexual needs while she was menstruating. Needless to say I was looking for a bit more of a stable relationship and that December was the last I saw of Lori.
Sometime in January I inquired about her only to learn that she had flunked out. Ever since my times with Lori I have been totally at ease with a menstruating woman and the things I learned during those few encounters have made me a much more understanding and loving husband. I’m sorry that my relationship with Lori did not go further and only hoped that she was able to find a man to keep happy, but also one that would be understanding and keep her happy.