Her name was Cheryl and she was a very pretty Native American girl. I had always been attracted to Native American women, having grown up in a state with a very prominent population of various Native American people. Cheryl was also a student at the same junior college I attended. I saw her a few times visiting the boys' dorms as the other guys and I were hanging out in the quad. We all commented about her beauty. But we were just a bunch of goofy nerds with no game and wishful thinking. I was so clueless, naive, and awkward to realize Cheryl was visiting different dorm rooms each time I saw her. Later I would learn why.
One evening while hanging out in my dorm with my friend, Brad, from high school, who had decided to come to the same school and be my dorm mate, I heard a knock on our door. Brad answered the door. I was surprised to hear him say, "There is someone here who is asking for you."
I was surprised because most of the time visitors were for Brad as he was very outgoing and made friends quickly with the others who became part of our circle of friends just hanging out in the evenings and weekends. So I stood up and walked over to the door and there stood Cheryl. So pretty, petite, and dolled up as usual. This was the mid-eighties and she dressed in the current style. Her hair was full and curled, she wore Guess brand jeans, and she commonly wore a blouse with a sleeveless sweater vest. And lots of make-up. Her eye shadow was always the most noticeable as it was usually silvery and shiny.
She stood just outside my door and said she wanted to introduce herself as she had noticed me a few times walking around campus and around the dorms. I invited her in and we sat on my bed next to each other. We began talking about the usual stuff, where each other was from, what we were studying, and what kind of job we wanted to get once we graduated. Cheryl was taking courses to become an administrative assistant and I was planning on getting a business degree.
As we were talking, Brad, who was just hanging out on his side of the room as the standard eighties music played on the radio of the boombox, said he was leaving to see what the other guys were doing elsewhere. He kinda snickered as he walked out and said, "I’ll see you later." I just remember thinking how awesome it was for a girl to be so interested in me that she came to introduce herself. How bold.
As we were talking we reached the point with bits of awkward silence and I was just staring at her beauty. I’m not sure who made the first move, probably her, but soon we were kissing and awkwardly hugging as we sat side by side on my bed. I remember the first time I put my hand on her breast, outside of her clothes, and how excited I was to feel my first boob. She reacted with a moan and seemed to get more aroused. So, I turned her on my bed and helped her lie back.
I was fumbling around trying to figure out what to do next but not wanting to be too aggressive while at the same time kissing her with both of us using a lot of tongue. Very sloppy kissing. I worked my hand under her shirt and felt her bra. I was so excited and surprised she let me continue to feel her boobs as we kissed, so I took it as I sign to go further.
I worked my hand under her bra and felt her bare breast for the first time. I couldn’t believe she let me. She was moaning and hugging me and moving her head to the side letting me know she wanted me to kiss her neck and around her ears. We were both writhing and moaning, with lots of sloppy kissing as I felt her boobs and having discovered how hard her nipples had become. They felt like large pencil erasers. I had the urge to lick and suck them so I raised her shirt to reach her naked boobs. It was glorious. I licked and gently sucked on each nipple and Cheryl moaned louder and started to grind her pelvis on me. I noticed a new smell as she was grinding on me, so I took it as a sign that she was ready to allow me to touch her lower.
