My Sexy Math-lete

First time doing the Math Major virgin in a dorm room.

Based on a post by ArseGratiaArtis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I love math, and I like to think I'm good at it. It wasn't my major, but in my first semester of college I took the standard calculus course everyone in science and engineering takes. I thought I was picking it up fairly well because I could do the homework, and spent more time on my other courses.

Then came the first test. We got them back on a Friday just after lunch, and I was shocked. As I stood there looking at the red numbers; 63. Nearly a failing grade, I heard the girl next to me say, "Looks like you maybe got a little overconfident, Jack?" I hadn't wanted her, or anyone else to see the pathetic grade.

She was a math major who had sat next to me starting with the second week. She tossed her shoulder-length brown hair back and looked up at me. Until now I hadn't paid a lot of attention to her, even though there weren't many girls in the class, or, for that matter, in this entire university.

Pam was quiet, up til now. She was short, at least 40 pounds overweight, and had some self-confidence issues. Her glasses were thicker than mine. But for all that, she was pleasant and friendly, when I talked with her at all, and even more so now that she could see the lousy grade I had gotten. I found that odd; I would have expected she would gloat a little, or not say anything.

She showed me her test, with a 98 on the top. She said she had screwed up on one problem. I folded my test in half so nobody else could see the grade; and said, in a low voice that conveyed my disgust with myself and wouldn't be audible too far away, "I screwed up on nearly half of them," and I looked away.

I could feel her looking up at me, so I turned back to her. Her deep brown eyes seemed to search mine. "Do you want a little help? I used to do tutoring when I was in high school," she offered, and touched me on the arm.

I looked back at her, and down; she was at least a full head shorter than me. My first thought was, "Great. She's thinking of me like some dumb kid."

 I said, "I don't know, Pam. I think I'll go back to my room and have a look at it, myself."

I did that, and by dinnertime I was starting to think that maybe I wasn't all that good at math. Everyone had told me college would be a different game, and now I was made painfully aware of just how different. The scary part was that one of my scholarships required me to maintain a 3.5 GPA or I would be out of there with nowhere to go.

 Literally. It was too late to go to an easier school, or a less expensive state university, and I had no home to which I could return to, lick my wounds, and try again.

I went down to the cafeteria at 6:00, my usual dinnertime, and Pam was at a table with her roommate and another student. She motioned me over, and since my usual group wasn't there, I could hardly refuse and sit by myself. It was a Friday night, so probably half the student body was off campus for the night, if not the weekend.

I put my tray down across from hers, since she had called me over, and sat down. I was glad she didn't say anything about the test. She and the others talked about weekend plans and movies, and she asked what I would be doing.

"I'll be studying, and I have to work half a day tomorrow." I had a job in the library, shelving books.

The other girls left and Pam reiterated her offer to help me with math. After a little consideration, I agreed to go to her room later and work with her. It couldn't hurt, and she was very smart.

I spent another 30 minutes in my room after dinner going over one particular ratio problem, and although I got the right answer I had to admit to myself that I didn't really understand it. What got me was that I had done the assigned homework perfectly, but the test was much harder and the professor counted tests much more heavily than homework.

I gave up and walked down the stairs, across the quad, up the stairs, and found the dorm room where Pam lived, and knocked. She answered quickly, smiling. She was wearing a white blouse with the top two buttons undone. I could see the cleavage between her huge breasts, and that threw me off for a second. I'm a sucker for breasts, and cleavage is a big turn-on, although I didn't expect to be turned on by her. I recalled that she had been wearing a sweatshirt at dinner, her more usual attire. College girls dress just as grungy as guys, unless they’re “on the prowl”.

“Happy weekend, Jack. Congratulations on making it through the week, although I happen to have witnessed a nasty battle scare this afternoon.” She winked. “I’ll bet there’s probably a simple oversight in one of your steps. I’m thinking we can work a couple of the test questions and compare our steps. What do you think?”

“I hope so.” I said. "My confidence really took a hit, today.”

“I’ll do everything I can to restore your confidence, quickly.” She said with another seductive wink and a smile.

She invited me in and pulled her roommate's desk chair over to her desk, motioning for me to sit. She got out the textbook and opened it to the end of the relevant chapter, where she picked out a problem similar to one I had missed, one that had not been given as homework. She asked, "What's the first step in solving this?" And so it went for well over an hour, with her asking questions, gently correcting my mistakes, going back to where I got lost, never being nasty or scolding, even when I made dumb mistakes like getting the right number with the wrong sign.

 Some of my mistakes were due to nervousness. I wasn't used to studying with anyone else, and especially not a girl with big tits being significantly displayed. I solved the textbook problem and several others like it.

 I got it. After a while, I could solve even the toughest problems. I had filled four pages in my spiral-bound notebook with problems. I figured she must have gone to a far better high school than the one I attended.

Sometime, while we were working, her roommate breezed in and put a few things in an overnight bag. She gave me a look I couldn't quite interpret, and didn't seem at all surprised at me being there. Perhaps a knowing look? Maybe a little bit of a leer?

As she started for the door she said to Pam, "See you Sunday. You kids have fun." She smiled and was gone. Pam must have told her she had invited me up to study.

Pam explained that Lynne went home every weekend, and that she was probably eager to see her boyfriend. "We know what she's going to be doing," Pam said with a smile. I let that remark go, not knowing how to respond. I had a guess, and it involved biology, not math.

We finished the last problem and she closed the book, then turned to face me. "You're really smart. You just needed a little more practice on this process." Her face flushed a little. "I know I could use some more practice." Her soft little hand gently touched my inner forearm near the elbow.

I was a little confused. Her? Need practice? She noticed my blank look and continued. "I didn't invite you up here just to do math practice."

Oh. I thought she had. "You didn't?" was all I could manage.

"No, silly. I've had a crush on you, from the first day of class. You just seemed a lot nicer than the other people here, and your rich baritone voice, when you spoke up in class, was wonderful." With that, she leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, not too quick but not lingering, and pulled back. It felt good, but I was confused. She smiled. "You're not used to girls coming on to you, are you?"

"No. This is kind of a first." I still wasn't sure where this was leading, what she wanted. But even though I was a nerd, I was starting to catch on.

"You don't have a girlfriend, do you? Someone waiting at home to see you on holidays?"

She knew I spent the weekends on campus, but not why. My personal life was a complicated flaming mess, and college was my escape. That was all the more reason to do well. None of that was any of her business. I had been seeing someone, but she had dumped me in July, a month before school started, which didn't surprise me.

What had surprised me was that she ever went out with me to begin with. This was also the time things really fell apart at home, such as it was.

"No, no girlfriend," I managed. Her intentions were becoming clearer.

She got to the point. "Jack, I know I'm not your idea of gorgeous, but I think I can be a lot of fun." And she slowly leaned in and kissed me again. I could see down the Grand Canyon of her cleavage as she leaned in. She was wearing a low-cut bra. I gave in to the kiss, enjoying it this time. When she pulled back she said, "You may not know it, but you're hot. You're, what, nearly 6 feet of solid muscle? I don't know how you got that way, but all of the math department girls notice. And you know how to kiss."

"How do you know I know how to kiss?"

"I've had a few kisses, but more than that; I'd rather not say," she replied.

I didn't press the point.

I turned that over in my mind. I was in top shape, between hikes and camping with the Boy Scouts and my high school job unloading furniture trucks. But I never thought of myself as a jock, or hot. I didn't much like sports. I was a nerd. I also thought,

 "All of the girls? Like all ten of them?" There weren't many on campus, and I didn't feel like I got noticed at all. There were plenty of guys who were better looking than me.

"So you don't have a boyfriend waiting at home?" I teased. She got a little serious, a little annoyed. "What do you think? If I did, you wouldn't be here."

She went on. "I said I needed practice, and you've figured out I wasn't talking about math. I was born with my vagina closed up, and it had to be surgically opened. And kept open. So my mother used plugs to do that.

And when I was old enough I used dildos, myself. I got to really like the feeling of something inside me. I guess I've had more permission to explore myself than most girls. So I take care of myself a lot, but dildos can take me only so far."

"So you want me to take your virginity?"

"In full disclosure, I'm not exactly a virgin, in the sense that my hymen is long gone if I ever really had one.” She paused for dramatic effect; “But I've never had a real cock in me."

I had a huge approach-avoidance conflict. She had practically asked me to have sex with her, and I was a virgin.

On one hand, at first blush she didn't seem like someone I wanted as a girlfriend. Her personality had been growing on me. She was really nice and easy to talk to.  For an eighteen year old male, sex trumps nearly everything.

On the other hand, although I knew the mechanics of sex from watching porn and reading, I had no actual idea of how to proceed. My high-school girlfriend and I had done a lot of kissing and a little clothed touching, and she let me suck her breasts a few times before she dumped me, but nothing more than that.

Pam saw my hesitation. "Look, we don't have to be all kissy-face and holding hands in public. But I do like you, and I can take good care of you. And I'll get you through math, although you probably don't need much help if you work a little harder." She leaned in for another kiss, this one deep and sensual, our tongues playing. I felt her hand behind my head, and another stroking down my chest. When we finally broke, she had unbuttoned two more of my buttons. I was rock-hard, my cock straining at my jeans. I had to adjust, but was too embarrassed to reach down and do it.

"Come over to the bed, with me." she suggested.  I got up and turned toward her bed. She turned off the desk lamp, and walked the four steps. That delay let me adjust my aching cock. I then noticed that she’ld kicked off her shoes sometime earlier while we studied.

She joined me, and I'm sure she noticed the bulge in my jeans. We had another hot kiss. My hands fondled her luscious tits through the cloth, then I went for the buttons on her blouse.

When we pulled away, she finished unbuttoning my shirt. She took off her blouse and bra, revealing two enormous pendulous breasts. Big, perky nipples sat in the middle of small aureolae, inviting. She leaned back resting on her elbows, with an adoring smile on her pretty face.

I leaned over and kissed and sucked first one, then the other nipple. It was awkward but fun and she moaned with pleasure and ran her fingers though my hair while I brought her nipples to a stiff towering arousal. It was pretty clear she liked it.

“This is the first time anyone had ever done that.” She said with a giggling happiness.

When I came up for air, I said, "Let's undress each other." Yes, a little late for that idea, but I wanted to finish the job and get a complete look at her.

She agreed and stretched out. I unbuttoned her tight denim jeans and she lifted her hips up to let me slip them off. Then the red stretchy panties, which I threw to the desk.

And there she was, naked and mine if I wanted to take her. I could see the trimmed patch of dark brown hair pointing to her pussy, but nothing more. Her thighs were smooth and full and covered her slit.

"Your turn," she said. She rolled off the bed and stood up and removed my shirt, then gently pushed me back on the bed. She unlaced my running shoes, took them off, and took off my socks.

She stroked my cock through my jeans, then unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I raised my hips while she tugged both hands along my waistband and slid them off.

My light blue boxer-briefs had a wet spot of pre-cum on them. She took them down carefully so as not to bend my upwardly stiff shaft, and gazed hungrily at what she saw.

I'm not huge, but at just over six inches and fairly thick, I'm somewhat bigger than average. She took the briefs past my feet and leaned over to suck the cock tip a little. She asked about the wet spot. "When guys are turned on, we get a little wet, just like girls."

"Oh, pre-cum," she said. I later learned just how much she liked erotica, but somehow that detail had escaped her. She tossed the briefs on top of her panties.

"So here we are," I said. "Please don’t think I’m irresponsible, Pam; but You have completely surprised me.  I don't have any condoms with me, and I don't want to get you pregnant." I was giving her a chance to back out, but I was really giving myself that chance.

"Don't worry about that. I had a lot of problems with erratic periods, so my mother got me on the Pill when I was 15."

"Wow," I thought. "My first time and I get to go in bareback." What I said was, "That's great for us. I’m sorry for your troubles."

Pam winked and added; “I could have stopped after 12 months, but I loved how the hormone therapy transformed my rollie polie shape into a more buxom form. I’ve now got a better waistline ratio than I ever had.”

She moved to lay on her back with her ass on the edge of the bed and brought her legs up high and spread them wide. She was surprisingly flexible. I took a good long look at her pussy. It was a little different from what I had seen in porn. Her inner lips were small and her clit was tiny. Her huge, outer lips were swollen and parted. I got on my knees and gave her pussy a long kiss. I liked the scent, something I had only read about. It's hard to describe, a little musky, maybe a little sharp. She tasted salty, too. She moaned as my tongue found her clit. In my naiveté I thought that constituted foreplay.

"Jack, have you ever done it before?"

"Done what? Sex?" and my voice trailed off. I had been found out.

"I didn't think you had. That's part of why I wanted you. Well, you know I haven't either. Just some toys."

That made me feel better to hear her say it, even though I already knew that. “Can I talk you into more tutoring?”

“Oh, damn straight you can!” But my cunt is aching for a visitor to go spelunking. Deep spelunking.” She winked and smiled. “Let’s rain-check the oral, for now, okay?”

I stood up and she took the opportunity to scoot up to lie full length on the bed, and brought her legs up. I knelt between them and stroked her with the tip of my cock, starting with her clit and ending at her opening. She was soaking wet, ready.

With my cock pressing at her opening, I positioned my arms over her shoulders and remained suspended over her amazing tits. I looked deep into her eyes and said; “Miss Pam; I’d like to introduce you to my eager tallywhacker.”

I carefully pushed in, slowly at first, then buried my length up to the balls in her. What I later came to call the "shock of entry" was amazing, that feeling when the tip goes into a wet, ready vagina. She moaned and looked at me, her eyes wide, and leaned her head up. I leaned down and kissed her, savoring the moment of having just entered a woman for the first time. She was wet and tight, and felt nothing like my own hand. Her cunt was hot, wet, and rigidly tight.

‘I don’t move.” Pam whispered in my ear. Let’s just feel this fullness.” It was heavenly, but neither of us could delay our natural urges for long. We both began twerking. Within a few seconds we were full-on pumping.

When a man has sex for the first time, there are at least two things that can go wrong, and often do.

The first, inability to get or stay hard, was obviously not the problem.

What happened to me was the other one: premature ejaculation. I made exactly four long strokes in and out of her and came, shooting cum deep into her soaking cunt.

I panted into her ear, "Oh my god, Pam. I'm sorry I came so fast." But I didn't pull out, and I stayed fairly hard. I felt her cunt muscles squeeze me, and she said, "It's okay. Just stay all of the way in and hold me." I raised up on my forearms and kissed her. I was embarrassed beyond belief. It was a good thing she couldn't see my red face in the dim light.

I moved in and out a little, and after a few minutes I was good and hard again. She moved with my rhythm, and after just five or six minutes, she came. It was amazing. I felt her cunt gripping my cock, heard her ragged, gasping breathing, felt her shudder and her head moved from side to side. I kept stroking her, despite the feeling behind my balls telling me I could cum again, letting her enjoy her climax. But then I thrust deep into her and stopped, and let her orgasm trail off. She held me tightly and whispered, "That was incredible, Jack. I never would have guessed. But I did fantasize."

I lifted up a little and kissed her, still not moving. I wanted to stay in her forever. But she moved her hips, and I started moving again, but managed to hold off cumming.

She panted and whispered, "Fuck me hard, Jack." It was incredibly hot to hear, and I did, thrusting in and out of her tight cunt and making her cum once more. I stopped moving when I again felt the telltale sensation behind my balls. "Why did you stop?" she asked.

I said, "It feels better if I don't cum so fast, if I let it build." That was true, something I had learned when I started masturbating at age 13, but I also didn't want my first time to be over so quickly.

It had never occurred to me, despite porn and what I had read, that women needed, really needed, sex as much as we men do. They just have a different psychology about how they get it and who they do it with. And they need cum, too.

I started stroking in and out, long strokes with the tip almost out, letting her pussy lips kiss it, then in until my balls felt the wetness of her cream and my first orgasm.

She came again, and again, moaning softly so nobody who might be walking by in the hallway could hear, and whispering, "Fuck me harder. Cum in me, Jack. Cum in my cunt."

That, her tight wet grip on my throbbing cock, and my thrusting pushed me over the edge. I felt the uncontrollable throbbing behind my balls, the searing pleasure on the tip of my hard prick, and I pumped another hot load up her luscious cunt, moaning, "Oh God, Pam, I'm cumming." I felt her tighten on me and heard her moan; she had cum too. I collapsed on her and kissed her neck.

I was still somewhat hard when I pulled out of her and laid on my back, next to her. She snuggled up against me and we had a long kiss.

My fingers went to her nipples to pinch and stroke them. They were hard little pebbles. After a while she sat up and started playing with my cock. "I've never really seen a cock before," she said, as she stroked up and down, or cupped my balls. "Only in porn, but the focus is always on the girl or on the guy getting sucked, except in gay porn, and that's just weird."

She kept stroking.

I spread my legs a little to give her easier access, "So what do you think, now that you have a real one in hand?"

She ran her fingers over my hairy balls and down between them, as far as my anus, and gently stroked around it before coming back up to the shaft and tip. "It's beautiful," she purred. "Way better than I fantasized. I love how wide it is, in the middle of the shaft, but I think the, uh, glans is shaped like a beautiful sculpture. This ridge is a cunt’s best friend, you know?"

 She ran her finger around the ridge. "Your stiff shaft has this amazing network of veins that adorn it like latticework. It’s a trellis to your tower! And you're huge. I'm glad you're good at math, or you would have had a career as a porn star. I would have had to watch you fucking other girls."

I laughed at that. "Thanks. You're pretty amazing yourself. From what I hear, most girls don't have a very good first experience of sex. It sounded like you did."

Pam was in a veritable nirvana. I could sense that she felt she’d just made the best decision of her life and she was becoming aware of that happy reality.

She eventually said; "Well, I had a lot of experience with penetration before you, but only with my toys. I knew what turned me on, what penetration felt like. But I never felt anything like the sensation of you holding me down, laying your sexy manliness on me, or sucking my tits, and nothing ever like you cumming. That was beyond incredible."

"Even the first time? When I didn't even give you time to warm up?"

"I was warmed up before you ever got here, if you know what I mean, and that was so hot. I’ve been fantasizing about you for over a week, studly! Tonight I felt wonderful, knowing I could make you lose control. You don't lose control very often, do you?" she said, smiling. She was still stroking my wet cock, playing with it, sometimes looking at me, sometimes at it. She sometimes leaned down to suck it, a little tentatively. I was almost hard again.

"No, I don't, but you sent me right over the edge." I knew she wasn't just referring to sex, but I ignored the implication and smiled back and said, "So you could feel me cumming in you?"

"Well, not exactly. But I felt you change your stroke, and it felt like your cock got even bigger. And then you went all the way in, hard. Incredible."

"You felt really tight, like you were gripping me inside."

"I was. And then I felt your cum dripping down my ass. You must have been saving it up. When was the last time you took care of it yourself?"

"A couple of days ago." That question embarrassed me even though I did masturbate, but I gave her a straight answer.

"Good. All the more for me."

"You talk pretty naughty for such a good girl," I observed.

"Who said I was a good girl? And why the hell does everyone think smart girls don't want sex? We want it every bit as much as the hot-looking slut who flunks remedial math. My roommate Lynne gets it every weekend, and she's pre-med and straight A. It doesn't hurt that she's beautiful, as I'm sure you have noticed. “

Pam added; “As much as we want to succeed in our fields of career, we know that succeeding in sexuality is far more fulfilling. For me it was only lack of opportunity. The guys in my prep school were all so stuck up, and if it got around that I had fucked one of them, it would have been a real problem for them. Not that any of them wanted to have a girl like me. They were all after the cheerleaders. But here we are."

"So this is our little secret?"

"Yeah, for sure. I'll probably tell my roomie, just to make sure she doesn't interrupt our studying." I could hear the quotes around "studying." "But nobody else." She gave me a knowing look.

"Not even your mom?" I was joking.

"Well, maybe her, too. You'd be surprised at how open-minded she can be, after all she's been through with me. She might be happy I finally got laid." And she kept stroking my now-hard cock and my balls.

"Wow, that's cool. I won't tell anyone either."

"Good. I wouldn't want the other girls here to know about you." She leaned over and touched the tip of her tongue to my cock, licking off a drop of pre-cum. She nearly whispered, "And I'm going to fuck you again."

I was hesitant about letting her get on top of me, since she was rather inexperienced, and guys can get permanent cock injuries from cowgirl accidents.

But she wanted it that way, so I settled back and let her straddle me. She guided my cock between her wet lips and started moving up and down.

What a titty show! Pam’s tits got into a rhythm and literally rotated like a turbo-prop airliner. She was careful not to put her full weight on me. I thrust up into her, and in a couple of minutes, she came hard. Again, I felt her cunt contract on my cock, and felt a little warm pussy juice and my cum run down my balls. She collapsed on me but kept most of her weight on her forearms and legs, and I kept thrusting up into her.

Her tits were just there for my tasting. It’s amazing how the shape of big tits can transform so much. A buxom babe on her back will barely show, because her tit’s slid down under her armpits.
But when she’s leaning over her man, the jugs are in full glory, extending perhaps 8 to 10 inches out from her chest. And the nipples just beg for oral contact.

She came at least four more times, but even though I love math, I wasn't in the mood to count. She kept riding me until I felt the heat rising in my cock, and whispered to her, "I'm going to cum." She quickened her pace and replied, "Cum in my cunt, sweetie. Fuck me and cum in me." That was the hottest thing she could have said, and I moved faster with her, then thrust up hard and shot a third load of cream into her, much less than the first two, and not nearly as pleasurable but still hot. She came too, and collapsed on me. I kissed her neck.

She rolled off and lay on her back, and I lay on my right side, holding her. "Wow," was all I could manage between pants.

"Yes, wow," she panted. "That was amazing. The toys never do that for me."

"I'm glad I'm better than them," I smiled.

"Oh, you know you are. Just amazing."

"You are great. Sexy girl."

"Do you mean that? You're so sweet. You've made me feel sexy, really sexy; for the first time in my life."

I thought that over. It had never occurred to me that I could make a girl feel sexy. Or that Pam could make me feel that way. She wasn't the kind of girl you usually associate with the word "Sexy." "You make me feel good too, Pam."

"I'm glad. I wondered at first." She smiled. After a few minutes of holding each other she said, "Well, it's late and you can't stay, since that's against the rules. But you probably need more help with calc, don't you? Come back tomorrow and we can work some more problems. If you're up for it." And she smiled.

I cleaned up and got dressed, and she put on a nightshirt. Before I opened her door to leave I gave her a good, long kiss and tweaked her nipples through the cloth. "See you tomorrow."

So I aced calc, both semesters, and finished my first year with a 3.9 GPA, Government being my only problem course. We studied together both in her room, with sex as the reward for doing the problems right, and in the library. Since I worked there I knew every nook and cranny, and had a pretty good idea of where people were and when. We usually could only play with each other a little before going either to her room or mine for more in-depth work, but sometimes when the place was nearly empty I would take her from behind and give her a hot, quick fucking.

Once she sucked me off as I sat at a table in a study room, pretending to read. That's a story for another time, since I was surprised at how much she loved sucking my cock until I came in her mouth. I had always thought women only did that because men like it, but Pam assured me that she loved doing it, loved swallowing my cum.

Pam was right about her hormone therapy. By the time we finished spring semester finals, she was 39 32 38 while maintaining her F cup tits. She said her mother went through the same transformation in her college years. ”Mom taught me that estrogen stores in fat cells. If a woman gets too much estrogen, her progesterone can”t keep up, and she get’s crazy periods. If that gets corrected, her sexuality is enhanced and she’s a veritable nymph.”

Pam finally asked; “ever notice that women who are frigid, are all skinny? They are aren’t keeping enough estrogen to maintain a sex drive.. You’ll never have a great sex life with a runway model. I guarantee it. As my grandpa once said of grandma, ‘she’s lotza vooman fur luffin!”

People did catch on about us eventually, especially after my roommate nearly caught us, but by then I didn't care. I was having too much fun, and I knew her secret and they didn't. Pam was happy that the secret got out. By Valentines day she was starting to get a lot of lurid attention because of her buxom shapeliness. That’s when we first decided to do the sappy hand-holding stroll to the cafeteria.

We were completely silent about our sexual forays. If word of her sexual masteries and enthusiasm had gotten out, I would have had more competition than ever. She’s really that good!

Based on a post by ArseGratiaArtis, for Literotica.