Homecoming

Carl McHenry looked up from the textbook spread out on his dorm room desk and out the window at the now dark sky. He had been trying to understand the last economics problem in the review for the last hour and still couldn't get it. Maybe he was just overtired, he told himself. After all, he had been studying non-stop for the last nine hours.

Attending the University on a scholarship, Carl needed to maintain at least a B average. It was because he was having problems in a few of his classes that the eighteen-year old had decided to stay in the dorm this weekend and try and catch up. With the last night of the Homecoming Weekend festivities in full swing, most of the rooms around him were empty and for once, even the halls were quiet. His roommate, Brian, had taken the opportunity to take his latest conquest on an overnight trip as well.

"Maybe I should take a walk down to the Student Center and get something to eat," Carl said to himself as he remembered he'd only had a soda and some chips to eat since breakfast and the dinner had ended three hours ago.

Carl was about to close his books when there came a knock on the door. The sudden noise startled him since he'd become accustomed to the uncommon quiet.

"Now who could that be?" the dark-haired teen asked himself as he rose to his full five foot, six height and went to answer the door. "Maybe its Donna Perez come to tell me that she's tired of the Captain of the Football team and that it's me that she really wants." He laughed to himself, thinking that he had indeed been studying too long to even make a joke that silly.

Aside from being Head Cheerleader, with the emphasis on the first half of that title, Donna Perez was the girl most of the male portion of the freshman class dreamed about at night. Dreamed of and, Carl was sure, used as a masturbation image. He knew he did.

Opening the door, Carl wasn't surprised that it wasn't Donna come to rock his world. What did surprise him was that it wasn't a student at all. It wasn't even a member of the faculty.

The woman standing in the doorway was slightly shorter than Carl with medium, brown curly hair and a face that looked like it should be on a fashion magazine. She was wearing a short, black sleeveless cocktail dress with a rather deep V-neck in both front and back. The outfit made the student think she was one of the Alumnus attending the Homecoming reception. Whoever she was, she didn't give the appearance of someone who was lost.

"Can I help you?" he finally asked when he managed to take his eyes off the firm rounded breasts that the short dress displayed so prominently. A view that could easily banish Donna from his nighttime fantasies.

"Hi there," the woman said with a smile, her words and the slight giggle with which she spoke them giving Carl the impression that she'd been drinking. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"No," Carl simply said, wondering what was going on.

"Good," she replied just as simply as she stepped past Carl and into the center of the room.

Totally confused, the teenager let the door close behind them and turned to follow her.

"It's just as I remember it," she said as she looked around the small dorm room. "Isn't it amazing how some things never change."

Carl looked around the room as well. To his eye, it was the same as every other room in White Hall. Her recognition of the room at all made him think he knew what she was doing here.

"I take it this was your room at one time," he asked, sure he had put two and two together. He'd heard of Alumni visiting their old haunts during previous Homecomings.

"Not exactly," she said as she stepped over to his bed and ran her hand across the headboard.

"Were you a student here?" Carl asked.

"Class of '86," she replied, allowing Carl to make a quick calculation and put her age at thirty-eight, which was a lot older than he would've guessed. "I had a room over in Wilson Hall on the other side of campus." she added in clarification to his previous question.

That only confused him even more. If she had lived at Wilson, what did she want with his room?

"I guess I really should explain," she said as she sat down on the edge of the bed, an action that gave Carl an even better view down her dress. "My name is Sandra by the way, Sandra Hoffman."

"Nice to meet you," the freshman said, hoping she hadn't noticed the way he was staring at her breasts again. "And I'm Carl."

"When I was a freshman, a hundred years ago," she grinned, "this was my boyfriend's room. And I guess, for a while, it was sort of my room too, in a way."

Carl just nodded his head in understanding. It didn't take a house to fall on him to realize that she meant that she used to share her boyfriend's bed. Imagining how hot his visitor must've looked like back then, he envied the guy who once had this room.

"This place had a lot of pleasant memories for me," Sandra went on as she ran her hand across the center of the bed. "This is actually the bed in which I lost my virginity."

Carl blushed at that comment, thinking that maybe it was a little more information that he really needed to know. Evidently, the older woman realized that as well a few moments later.

"I guess that's something I should've kept to myself," she apologized. "Sometimes my mouth gets away from me when I've had a little too much to drink."

"It's okay," Carl said.

"I'm sure the spot where you did it the first time is pretty special to you as well," she went on.

Carl's reaction to that comment told her that she'd done it again.

"Oh I'm sorry," she apologized again, "I didn't realize, I mean..."

"It's okay, really," Carl said, not able to believe he was standing here in short pants and a T-shirt discussing a subject like this with a strange woman, "It's not like virginity is some kind of disease."

Yet, that was exactly as Carl and many of his friends looked at it. A disease that he wanted to cure himself of in the worse way. So far, unfortunately, he hadn't found any girl on campus willing to lend him more than a hand.

"No girlfriend?" Sandra asked.

"Not really," came his reply.

"Well I'm sure that it's only a matter of time," Sandra smiled. "A nice looking young man like you is sure to attract the girls."

"Did you and your boyfriend stay together after college?" he asked, changing the subject to something less embarrassing.

"No, in fact Jimmy and I didn't even make it until the next year," Sandra said, "that was his name, Jimmy Danson. I married someone else that I met after him, which in hindsight was a mistake. We broke up a few years later."

"I'm sorry," Carl said. He wasn't sure how you were supposed to respond to things like that but he remembered his mother always telling people she was sorry when she heard bad news.

"You don't have to be," she said, "it was probably just as much my fault as his. I didn't score too well with marriage the second time around either."

"Wow," Carl thought, "she's been married twice already."

"How come you're here all here alone while everyone else is out having a good time?" she asked as again the subject changed.

"I'm a little behind in some of my classes," he replied. "I figured I'd use the time to try and catch up."

"Not a bad idea," she said. "I think you're a lot smarter than I was at your age."

Carl didn't say, but he certainly thought, that he'd gladly have traded freshman years with Sandra. Or at least with her boyfriend.

"So what are you studying?" she asked as she noticed the open textbook on the desk and got up to take a look.

"Economics," Carl answered as he moved to the open book as well. "I've been stuck on a problem."

"Hmmmm," Sandra said as she quickly read the problem, "that's a tricky one."

"Tell me about it," he laughed, "I've been trying to figure it out for over an hour."

"Have you tried working it out this way?" Sandra said as she picked up a pencil and started to put down a few figures on his legal pad.

Carl had trouble following her for a moment as he leaned over next to her to look at the pad. Then the numbers suddenly made sense. The answer was so obvious that he felt a little stupid not having seen it before.

"Don't feel bad," Sandra said as she looked up. "I've got a masters in business administration. People pay me a lot of money to know things like this."

Carl's embarrassment at not knowing the answer turned to embarrassment of another kind. As Sandra turned, her dress shifted and her breasts became even more visible from his vantage point. This time, he could even see the edge of her nipples.

The deep valley of her breasts held his attention too long as Sandra finally noticed. Rather than say anything, however, she instead glanced in the direction of his crotch and saw the physical evidence of the effect she was having on him. A small smile appeared on her face.

"I guess I should take that as a compliment," she said, causing him to finally take his eyes off her mounds.

He opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off.

"I guess I should apologize again," she said.

"I get a hard-on looking down her dress and she's the one who wants to apologize?" Carl thought, remembering that the last girl who'd caught him doing that wanted to put his lights out.

"After all, I'm the one who came in here, dressed like this and started talking about how I lost my cherry in that bed," she went on. "I don't blame you for reacting like you did."

Carl didn't know what to say. This woman certainly had a much different attitude than any girl his own age.

"In fact, I'm just realizing that I've created another problem for you as well," she added. "How are you every going to sleep in that bed at night knowing what I did in it. Especially since you haven't met a girl yet lucky enough to be your first."

"I ..." Carl stammered, not sure what to say but thinking that this had to be the strangest conversation he'd ever had with a woman.

"So...," Sandra said, drawing out her worlds, "I think that maybe I should do something to set some of that right."

Carl really didn't understand what she was getting at. All he was aware of was how close she was to him at that moment. Close enough for him to smell her perfume. When she placed her hand on his arm and leaned even closer, the young man was afraid he was going to faint.

"Maybe we can make some memories of your own on that bed," she whispered softly, "sort of continue the tradition."

With that, she pressed her lips against his and kissed him.

The kiss was unlike any Carl had ever gotten before. Not even Julie Kent, the girl back home who had given him his first blowjob had ever kissed him like this. He felt it down to his toes as Sandra's tongue slipped into his mouth. At the same time, she pressed one hand between his legs, rubbing it against his cloth-covered cock. Then she took his left hand and pressed it against the breasts he had so admired.

"Oh God!!" Carl exclaimed softly when she finally let him come up for air.

"I guess you liked that," Sandra laughed.

Carl's head was reeling as he tried to sort out what was happening. Twenty minutes ago, his biggest concern was that the grill down at the Student Center would still be open this late on a Sunday. Now he had a woman in his room that had just groped him and practically given him a tonsillectomy with her tongue.

"This had got to be a dream," Carl told himself, hoping at the same time that it wasn't.

It also occurred to Carl that Sandra had obviously had more than a few drinks before she decided to take a stroll down memory lane. She might not be thinking too clearly, he told himself. Yet, wrong as it might be, he couldn't bring himself to care about that. Not with her hand still on his cock as she moved it back and forth.

Sandra took his silence as acquiescence and quickly undid the buckle of his belt. It only took a heartbeat longer to undo the button and zipper that barred the way to her prize as well. Before Carl realized what was happening, the Alumni had his naked cock in her hand.

"Quite nice," she said as she gently ran her hand up and down its six-inch length. "You have a beautiful cock."

"Fuck!" Carl thought as the passage of her fingers over his skin sent ripples of excitement through his body.

Sandra then leaned over and, tilting his cock to face her, kissed the top of it. Then she ran her tongue across the head a few times before she finally slid the crown between her lips.

"Oh God!" the young man gasped out loud as her tongue continued to wash across his cock and her lips began to slowly work their way down to the base of his shaft.

"Mmmmm," Sandra moaned out of the corner of her mouth as she began to slowly bob her head up and down.

As she began to move faster and faster, with the suction on his manhood increasing as a result, Carl realized the difference between a woman and a girl. Julie Kent had a pretty good reputation as a cocksucker back in his hometown. That was one of the reasons he had wanted to date her. Every guy in school knew that if Julie went out with you, the night would end with at least you getting a little head.

But this was far beyond anything the small town girl was capable of, despite her legendary list of conquests. In only a few minutes, Sandra had brought him to the edge of orgasm. Even as she sucked his cock, one hand reached down and played with his balls. The other hand slid up and under the T-shirt Carl was wearing, massaging his chest as well.

"I'm gonna ..." he started to say as a warning, but even that was too late.

It had been a few days since Carl had indulged in self-gratification so he had an abundant supply of whiteness stored up. A bounty that exploded into Sandra's mouth with the all the force his youthful body could muster.

In yet another example of experience over youth, the thirty-eight year old handled it in stride. Not a single drop of Carl's climax seemed to escape from her mouth as she continued to suck him off long after he had been drained. It was only after his cock began to grow soft that she released her hold and let it slip from her mouth.

"That was amazing," Carl said in a breathless voice. "I really don't know what else to say."

"Sometimes actions say a lot more than words," Sandra replied as she ran her tongue across her lips and savored the last remnants of his orgasm. "They make more of an impression too."

"Well you certainly gave me something to remember," Carl said.

"You don't think that was all there is, do you?" Sandra asked as she again leaned forward and kissed him lightly. "That was just a ... well let's just think of it as a coming attraction. There's one thing I do remember about young men your age, and that's that you can sometimes be a little quick on the trigger the first time. Now that we've gotten that out of the way, we can take our time."

The older woman didn't seem to be slurring as many of her words as she did before. It was as if the activity of the last half hour was burning the alcohol out of her system.

She certainly now seemed sober enough as she stood up from the chair to face Carl. His eyes riveted on her, Sandra took hold of the straps of her dress and slid each off her shoulder. She then turned around, putting her back to the young man.

"Be a dear love and help me with the zipper," she said as she looked back over her shoulder at Carl.

Without hesitation, he reached for the small metal clasp and pulled it down until it reached a point just below her waist. Many times he had zipped dresses both up and down for his mother or one of his sisters, but this would be the first time he'd ever seen one come off after he'd done so.

Sandra wiggled out of her now loose dress, letting it drop to the floor. A movement of her feet sent her open toes shoes to the side and with less difficulty that she normally had when she put it on, her pantyhose followed the low-heeled footwear. Only her thin white panties remained.

Still facing away from the young man whose room she had invaded such a relatively short time ago, Sandra took two steps back until his still hanging cock was pressed against the cheeks of her ass. Taking both his hands in her own, she guided them around her, placing each against her breasts, using her fingers to press his into her flesh.

"Ooooo," Carl said as he felt the soft warmth of her body against his.

Sandra moved her ass back and forth, causing his spent cock to again show signs of life. Carl now had his fingers rubbing against her erect nipples, playing with them like a kid with a new toy. With her hands still around his, the brunette showed him how best to massage the soft skin.

After a short while, Sandra moved his hands down her body. Carl's heart skipped a beat in excitement as his fingers passed under the elastic of her panties. The mound of hair beneath was soaked with the manifestations of her passion.

Sandra guided his fingers to her sensitive spots and Carl followed her lead. Using his fingers to stimulate a woman was one thing that he'd had a great deal of practice at. A guy didn't get anywhere with Julie Kent until he'd spent a lot of time making her happy first.

"Oh yeah, baby," Sandra purred as she leaned back against him even harder. "Right there, that's the spot."

Not needing both hands, Carl returned his other hand to her breasts and continued to play with them. Looking down over her shoulder, he watched her mounds rise and fall with each excited breath.

"Faster," the brunette called out as the tides within her began to rise, "do it faster!"

He was quick to comply, recognizing in her the same signs he'd seen previously in Julie. Some things, he guessed, were universal.

"I want you inside me," Sandra abruptly said. "I want your cock in me!"

With that, she leaned forward and out of his grip, spreading her arms out against his desk. Balancing on one hand for a few seconds, she reached down and pulled down her panties to expose her pussy.

"Put it in me," she called out as she spread her legs to make it easier.

His pants still down around his ankles, Carl took hold of his cock and guided it between her legs. This was uncharted territory for him and, for a brief moment, he wasn't sure exactly what he was supposed to do. Oh he knew the mechanics of it pretty enough, having practiced it enough in his dreams, but he found the real thing to be much more intimidating.

The long pause caught Sandra's attention as she reached back with her free hand and took hold of his manhood, guiding it to the right spot. Carl let out a loud sign of relief as he felt the folds of her womanhood press against him as he entered her.

"Wouldn't want you to stick it in the wrong hole," Sandra laughed as she returned her hand to the edge of the desk in order to keep her balance.

Carl was sure he could take it from here. Remembering images he had seen on some adult videos, he took hold of the sides of her legs and began to pump his cock in and out of Sandra's pussy. If the way her moans began to increase in volume and intensity were any indication, he was doing just fine.

"Oh God, yes!" she cried out as his cock raced in and out of her, sending cascading waves of delight through both bodies. "Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

Carl didn't know how he could do it any harder, but that didn't mean he couldn't try. The pressure in his loins was tremendous, unlike anything he had ever felt before. He felt lightheaded as his entire being concentrated on one goal. A goal that would forever cure him of the virgin disease. Not that he didn't think he wouldn't need more applications of the cure in the future.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the two of them became one. Each time Carl entered her felt better than the last. Now he understood why guys spent so much time trying to get into a girl's pants.