By this time, we were already indulging in other sexual related things. The first time his hands touched my bare breasts we were alone standing on the front porch of my best friend's house. The first time we had our hands down each other's pants we were in a parking lot outside of the local mall. The first time I gave him a blowjob we had showed up for a canceled lecture and did it in the far back seats.

The first time he went down on me and gave me my first real orgasm with his tongue and fingers alone, we were in the cleaning closet of the commons area in the early hours of the morning. Though it may sound hot, naughty and exciting to be doing those things in public areas, it really wasn't that we were trying to be adventures or daring, it was really the fact that we had no other places for privacy as being students, having to share rooms with others; fate just wasn't on our side it seemed.

Once summer vacation hit however, we immediately took advantage of it. Alone at his parents' house one day, we played a few games that involved us taking all of our clothes off and doing dirty things to each other.

He took me to his room and we started making out. Both of our shirts came off. Neither of us knew what to do next. There we were, horizontal on his bed, with him on top looking down at me. The pressure, the weight of his body pinning me between him and his bed, the growing bulge in his pants pushing down into my crotch, the heat between us growing hotter with each passing breath. He touched my bra questioningly. It was then that we started making rules for ourselves; today the bra could come off, but we wouldn't touch or take off anything below the belt.