Amelia of Finley Hall

admin · 16 Mayıs 2023, 20:42

I thought I lost my virginity to a girl I met at Finley Hall, but afterwards I was never truly sure. I suppose it was a matter of definitions. It wasn?t really about the event itself, but rather the woman I was with.Finley Hall was the Student Center at the City College of New York by the 1970s. It was a huge, sprawling structure and I don?t remember now exactly what was contained in the whole place. It wasn?t being used for its original purpose; in fact, it hadn?t even been built by the city. It had been acquired in the 1950s from a Catholic women?s school called the Manhattanville College of the Sacred Heart.I guessed that Finley may have been once used for the school?s administration and surely for classrooms as well. Perhaps the nuns who had once taught there had their quarters in the building too. It was certainly big enough for all that.It had been built in 1888 on the foundation of an earlier structure that had been destroyed by fire. Finley had an impressive exterior made of some kind of brownstone, but the interior had turned into a government-issued mediocrity during the two decades of municipal control. There was an air of shabbiness about everything, and it was made more visible by the harsh fluorescents that lit almost every room and hallway. Anything appealing or charming about the inside of the building was long gone.I was in there one night in May, 1974 because I had joined a student newspaper called The Salient. It was one of five papers in a sort of ?Newspaper Row? on the third floor. One evening I was in the office by myself past 11:00 PM typing a story.At five minutes past eleven, I was getting ready to leave when I heard a knock on the door. It was closed but not locked. I doubted it was another staff member; I assumed it was one of the security guards making his rounds. They were ineffectual rent-a-cops from some agency, but usually, they were friendly enough.I went over there and asked who it was. A female voice said, ?May I come in and talk to you?? A lady? Yeah, I?ll open it for her.A young woman was standing in the hallway. ?Pleased to meet you, I?m Amelia Thurber, but most people call me Millie.??Well hi, I?m Paul D?Amato.??If you don?t mind, I?d like to come in as I mentioned.? I?m sure that if it had been was some guy I would have found a pretext to deny him entrance and get rid of him. But it wasn?t a guy; it was a girl about my age. It seemed that she gave me a few moments to look her over.Her clothes struck me first. They didn?t appear to be contemporary, but I was hard put to say why. She had a white blouse and a very long dark blue skirt; I could just barely see her black shoes. Her hat was the most notable item. It was a dark, brimmed hat with some red ribbons placed on one side that I supposed were there to evoke roses.I didn?t know much about women?s clothing, but it didn?t look like an outfit that was made out of various bits to approximate a certain look. Instead, there was something authentic about it. Her garments were not elaborate, but I thought, she?s dressed as if it was before the First World War. She would fit right in with Barbara Stanwyck in the 1953 Titanic or Judy Garland in Meet Me in St. Louis.Then I checked out the girl herself. She wasn?t head-turning gorgeous, but she looked pretty good to me. Her face was a bit wide, and she had reddish-brown hair pinned up at the back of her head. She was a substantial girl, about an inch shorter than I was, which would make her about five-seven. Her body wasn?t slender; there was, to me Göztepe Escort at least, a pleasing solidity about her.The girl next door, 1912 version. When she smiled, she clinched it for me. ?Sure, come in. I guess we can sit back there.? There was a shabby red couch over in the corner by one of the windows. The sofa was about the only semi-comfortable place to go.I was insecure enough to ask, ?You did say that you wanted to talk about something???Yes, I?d like that very much.?And I was very willing to talk myself. I was finishing my freshman year and I was still a virgin. I thought I would surely get something going in the last eight months, but I had made no progress and I hadn?t had a single date yet. I was craving female attention, and I was going to get some now. That overrode any doubts I had about the lateness of the hour, her somewhat unconventional appearance, and the fact that she somehow had found me in the first place.I closed the door and we went over to sit down. I said, ?I wish I could offer you a drink, but we have nothing here.? Not even a soda; the office lacked a refrigerator. When we wanted something, we?d go to the snack bar on the second floor, but that had been closed for hours.?That?s not a problem; I understand.??So, ah, Millie, I assume you go to school here.? What else could she be doing here??That?s true, in a way.?I almost missed her odd phrasing, but she got right into whatever was bothering her. ?I?d like to talk to you about something personal.?I couldn?t help but reply, ?So why ask me???Because you?re here.?I tried a joke, ?So that makes me Mister Right???Excuse me?? She didn?t seem to get that. This chick is a little on the serious side. I was wondering again how she found me. My name was on the masthead of the newspaper, but what made her come there at that time, so late in the evening?She put her left hand on my arm. For an eighteen-year-old virgin (well, I?d be nineteen in two weeks), that touch alone was heady stuff. Then she got right into her subject. What she said was pretty heady too.?This is a little hard to talk about. You see Paul, there?s been a lot of, call it repression of my femininity. There?s been so much pressure on me to remain chaste.?I heard that, but I couldn?t quite grasp it. ?Are we talking about your . . .? I had just met her, and I didn?t want to risk behind impolite by being too blunt about it. ?I mean about your femaleness as you called it, and the feelings that come from that??She was rather blunt herself, ?Those feelings should really be called desires. There is a strong physical side to them. I admit that is what I meant. Am I being too forward with you??I joshed, ?Well, it?s the seventies now. Anything goes.??I think it?s better this way; there?s more openness now. There had been so much hypocrisy, I?d call it.?Now I was wondering, who exactly repressed your so-called femininity? I almost asked her, but then another thought hit me. Was this girl a little crazy, I meant literally with a disorder of some kind? I felt a bit of anxiety about being alone with her, and not just in that room. I knew the entire building had to be virtually empty by now, except perhaps for one of those unreliable security guards.*My doubts were erased when she put her arms around me and started kissing me. I had never been kissed before and now I knew why it had always been such a big deal in movies. I thought, well some girls fuck on the first date, this one has a make-out session. It indeed was a very abrupt Göztepe Escort Bayan and strange date, but at that moment I didn?t care.I kissed her all over her face, not just her lips. On some impulse, I also put my tongue into one of her ears. She seemed to enjoy everything I was doing. After a couple of minutes of this, she backed off a bit but she still had her hands on me. She spoke in a low voice.?Paul, I have to admit something else to you.? She seemed to be getting her courage up to say it. ?I do, sometimes, fondle myself at night when I?m in bed. The feelings are too strong; I can?t help myself.?She?s talking about masturbation now? ?Well, it?s not a big deal. Doesn?t everybody do it???But I?ve been caught at times, and I?ve been punished for it. They?ve whipped me with birch rods for that.??What are birch rods???Just some thin branches from a tree or maybe a bush. Usually, the leaves are removed, then they are tied into a bundle. ? She stopped for a moment to think. ?The problem is that, although it hurts to be beaten like that, it also increased my desires, and I touched myself even more. You see, the whipping had to be across my bare behind.?I got that she was talking about BDSM activities. That was interesting to me, but I knew very little about it. In those days before the Internet, one couldn?t just go online and see a video about almost anything imaginable.She went on, ?I?ve also been caught in activities with other girls too, and I?ve been disciplined for that as well.?So she?s now bringing up lesbianism. Where had all this been happening and who had done these things to or with her? Some paranoia came to me, and I speculated that this was all some kind of set-up. I imagined that there would be another knock on the door, and when I went to open it, there would be a group of guys there. Surprise! We really had you going with that one.Yet that didn?t make sense. It was a commuter school, and there were only two small fraternity houses about ten blocks north of there. And I had never heard of a frat boy prank like this. I would be much too elaborate to arrange and the payoff would be too low.Millie started kissing me again, and my suspicious thoughts vanished. In a short while, she whispered into my ear. ?Paul, I want you to deflower me.?Yeah, baby, I?d like somebody to deflower me too. All I could think to say was, ?And when and where is that supposed to happen???Well, right here, right now. I know, they?d say that I was sullying my virtue, but I don?t care.?If our cherries needed to be busted, I guess we can do that together.I was trying to process this when she unbuckled my pants and lowered them. She took out my cock ? it was already erect from the make-out session ? and she started to stroke me. My horny male biology took over and I lived in the moment.She said, ?I do know what a man?s stiff member looks like. There are lewd photographs if one knows where to get them.?Did she mean magazines? I was beyond caring. ?Oh, Millie, that feels so good.?She giggled, ?I?m sure it does.?My next thought was, dummy, if she?s touching me like this, then I have the go-ahead to touch her in any way I want. Her blouse had buttons offset to the left, and I undid them. Millie didn?t resist. Her undergarment was something I had never seen before, a sort of brassiere that had cloth going down to her waist. Don?t they call that a chemise?It seemed to be too much trouble to remove it, so I lifted her skirt and got another surprise. Instead of panties, Escort Göztepe she had what I would call bloomers that went down to her knees. Below that, there were knee-high black stockings and high-topped shoes. Again I was at a loss as to what to do.Meanwhile, she was still working on my cock, which was very distracting indeed. I thought I was going to reach an orgasm rather soon with the vigorous way she was doing it. She seemed coy as she said, ?I see you?re having some trouble with my underthings. Do you like them anyway???Yeah, they?re really cool.??Oh, you mean like when the weather is warm?? I supposed that was some kind of joke,This was all getting quite complicated for an inexperienced guy like me. I managed to say, ?Millie, hold off on what you?re doing and I?ll rub you down there through the cloth. How does that sound???That seems splendid.?She helped me by putting her left leg up on the sofa. She splayed herself out, and I put my hand down to rub her crotch. Her bloomers were cotton, and she started moaning almost immediately. ?That is so nice; please keep doing it.? Man, this chick is really, really fast. I wondered what she saw in me that the other 4,000 girls at the school hadn?t.She had her arms out and she was holding my shoulders. We were saying little endearments to each other as I touched her. Suddenly, I could feel dampness in the crotch of her bloomers. In fact, it could actually be called wetness. By now she was moaning steadily, something like, ?Oh, oh, oh!? Wow, this girl doesn?t require much to get going; she?s a really hot number.Soon she leaned into me and softly said, ?Paul, listen to me. I know young men can be somewhat, call it overeager when having relations with a woman.? If she was a virgin, how would she know that? Whatever, she had it all worked out. ?I?d like you to have the stamina with your second time to truly please me when you couple with me. Therefore ? I?m going to get up on all fours on the sofa. You?ll get behind me and I?ll rub my bare buttocks against your front. I believe that?s called frottage. I?m sure that will work quite well to bring you to a climax.?It worked quite well indeed. This girl seemed to know more about sex than I had expected. Instead of waiting for assent from me, she got up and started to get into position. I got up to give her some room. Her skirt was still up and she reached back to undo the buttons on the back of her bloomers. Then she pulled the two halves apart, although they were still connected by a narrow strip across the top.I had never seen a female ass in person before, and I was very impressed. It was bigger than most behinds in girlie magazines, but that didn?t matter to me. It was pale and lusciously round.She looked up at me and said, ?Do you like my bottom??I was too young and inexperienced to avoid overpraising women. ?Oh, Millie, it?s beautiful. And I like your underpants too.??They do offer good access, don?t they?? I was still standing next to the sofa. ?Well, go back there and push against me.?For a moment, I thought I was going to wake up in my bed. Occasionally, I had dreams that ended just at a critical point like this. But I seemed to remember everything I had done in the last fourteen hours. It didn?t feel like a dream, but then it was rare to know that one was actually in one.There was only one way to find out. I knelt behind her and lowered my pants further. My cock had been completely erect since she had first touched me with her hand. I moved forward and our bodies collided.She was very enthusiastic in the way she was grinding against me. In turn, I was eagerly pushing myself against her. My upright cock moved against the smooth flesh of her backside. It felt so good that I couldn?t speak; I was whimpering something. I heard her giggling. At least she liked it too.

16 Mayıs 2023, 20:42	#1
admin Admin Üyelik tarihi: 25 Şubat 2015 Mesajlar: 20.930	Amelia of Finley Hall `Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32` I thought I lost my virginity to a girl I met at Finley Hall, but afterwards I was never truly sure. I suppose it was a matter of definitions. It wasn?t really about the event itself, but rather the woman I was with.Finley Hall was the Student Center at the City College of New York by the 1970s. It was a huge, sprawling structure and I don?t remember now exactly what was contained in the whole place. It wasn?t being used for its original purpose; in fact, it hadn?t even been built by the city. It had been acquired in the 1950s from a Catholic women?s school called the Manhattanville College of the Sacred Heart.I guessed that Finley may have been once used for the school?s administration and surely for classrooms as well. Perhaps the nuns who had once taught there had their quarters in the building too. It was certainly big enough for all that.It had been built in 1888 on the foundation of an earlier structure that had been destroyed by fire. Finley had an impressive exterior made of some kind of brownstone, but the interior had turned into a government-issued mediocrity during the two decades of municipal control. There was an air of shabbiness about everything, and it was made more visible by the harsh fluorescents that lit almost every room and hallway. Anything appealing or charming about the inside of the building was long gone.I was in there one night in May, 1974 because I had joined a student newspaper called The Salient. It was one of five papers in a sort of ?Newspaper Row? on the third floor. One evening I was in the office by myself past 11:00 PM typing a story.At five minutes past eleven, I was getting ready to leave when I heard a knock on the door. It was closed but not locked. I doubted it was another staff member; I assumed it was one of the security guards making his rounds. They were ineffectual rent-a-cops from some agency, but usually, they were friendly enough.I went over there and asked who it was. A female voice said, ?May I come in and talk to you?? A lady? Yeah, I?ll open it for her.A young woman was standing in the hallway. ?Pleased to meet you, I?m Amelia Thurber, but most people call me Millie.??Well hi, I?m Paul D?Amato.??If you don?t mind, I?d like to come in as I mentioned.? I?m sure that if it had been was some guy I would have found a pretext to deny him entrance and get rid of him. But it wasn?t a guy; it was a girl about my age. It seemed that she gave me a few moments to look her over.Her clothes struck me first. They didn?t appear to be contemporary, but I was hard put to say why. She had a white blouse and a very long dark blue skirt; I could just barely see her black shoes. Her hat was the most notable item. It was a dark, brimmed hat with some red ribbons placed on one side that I supposed were there to evoke roses.I didn?t know much about women?s clothing, but it didn?t look like an outfit that was made out of various bits to approximate a certain look. Instead, there was something authentic about it. Her garments were not elaborate, but I thought, she?s dressed as if it was before the First World War. She would fit right in with Barbara Stanwyck in the 1953 Titanic or Judy Garland in Meet Me in St. Louis.Then I checked out the girl herself. She wasn?t head-turning gorgeous, but she looked pretty good to me. Her face was a bit wide, and she had reddish-brown hair pinned up at the back of her head. She was a substantial girl, about an inch shorter than I was, which would make her about five-seven. Her body wasn?t slender; there was, to me Göztepe Escort at least, a pleasing solidity about her.The girl next door, 1912 version. When she smiled, she clinched it for me. ?Sure, come in. I guess we can sit back there.? There was a shabby red couch over in the corner by one of the windows. The sofa was about the only semi-comfortable place to go.I was insecure enough to ask, ?You did say that you wanted to talk about something???Yes, I?d like that very much.?And I was very willing to talk myself. I was finishing my freshman year and I was still a virgin. I thought I would surely get something going in the last eight months, but I had made no progress and I hadn?t had a single date yet. I was craving female attention, and I was going to get some now. That overrode any doubts I had about the lateness of the hour, her somewhat unconventional appearance, and the fact that she somehow had found me in the first place.I closed the door and we went over to sit down. I said, ?I wish I could offer you a drink, but we have nothing here.? Not even a soda; the office lacked a refrigerator. When we wanted something, we?d go to the snack bar on the second floor, but that had been closed for hours.?That?s not a problem; I understand.??So, ah, Millie, I assume you go to school here.? What else could she be doing here??That?s true, in a way.?I almost missed her odd phrasing, but she got right into whatever was bothering her. ?I?d like to talk to you about something personal.?I couldn?t help but reply, ?So why ask me???Because you?re here.?I tried a joke, ?So that makes me Mister Right???Excuse me?? She didn?t seem to get that. This chick is a little on the serious side. I was wondering again how she found me. My name was on the masthead of the newspaper, but what made her come there at that time, so late in the evening?She put her left hand on my arm. For an eighteen-year-old virgin (well, I?d be nineteen in two weeks), that touch alone was heady stuff. Then she got right into her subject. What she said was pretty heady too.?This is a little hard to talk about. You see Paul, there?s been a lot of, call it repression of my femininity. There?s been so much pressure on me to remain chaste.?I heard that, but I couldn?t quite grasp it. ?Are we talking about your . . .? I had just met her, and I didn?t want to risk behind impolite by being too blunt about it. ?I mean about your femaleness as you called it, and the feelings that come from that??She was rather blunt herself, ?Those feelings should really be called desires. There is a strong physical side to them. I admit that is what I meant. Am I being too forward with you??I joshed, ?Well, it?s the seventies now. Anything goes.??I think it?s better this way; there?s more openness now. There had been so much hypocrisy, I?d call it.?Now I was wondering, who exactly repressed your so-called femininity? I almost asked her, but then another thought hit me. Was this girl a little crazy, I meant literally with a disorder of some kind? I felt a bit of anxiety about being alone with her, and not just in that room. I knew the entire building had to be virtually empty by now, except perhaps for one of those unreliable security guards.*My doubts were erased when she put her arms around me and started kissing me. I had never been kissed before and now I knew why it had always been such a big deal in movies. I thought, well some girls fuck on the first date, this one has a make-out session. It indeed was a very abrupt Göztepe Escort Bayan and strange date, but at that moment I didn?t care.I kissed her all over her face, not just her lips. On some impulse, I also put my tongue into one of her ears. She seemed to enjoy everything I was doing. After a couple of minutes of this, she backed off a bit but she still had her hands on me. She spoke in a low voice.?Paul, I have to admit something else to you.? She seemed to be getting her courage up to say it. ?I do, sometimes, fondle myself at night when I?m in bed. The feelings are too strong; I can?t help myself.?She?s talking about masturbation now? ?Well, it?s not a big deal. Doesn?t everybody do it???But I?ve been caught at times, and I?ve been punished for it. They?ve whipped me with birch rods for that.??What are birch rods???Just some thin branches from a tree or maybe a bush. Usually, the leaves are removed, then they are tied into a bundle. ? She stopped for a moment to think. ?The problem is that, although it hurts to be beaten like that, it also increased my desires, and I touched myself even more. You see, the whipping had to be across my bare behind.?I got that she was talking about BDSM activities. That was interesting to me, but I knew very little about it. In those days before the Internet, one couldn?t just go online and see a video about almost anything imaginable.She went on, ?I?ve also been caught in activities with other girls too, and I?ve been disciplined for that as well.?So she?s now bringing up lesbianism. Where had all this been happening and who had done these things to or with her? Some paranoia came to me, and I speculated that this was all some kind of set-up. I imagined that there would be another knock on the door, and when I went to open it, there would be a group of guys there. Surprise! We really had you going with that one.Yet that didn?t make sense. It was a commuter school, and there were only two small fraternity houses about ten blocks north of there. And I had never heard of a frat boy prank like this. I would be much too elaborate to arrange and the payoff would be too low.Millie started kissing me again, and my suspicious thoughts vanished. In a short while, she whispered into my ear. ?Paul, I want you to deflower me.?Yeah, baby, I?d like somebody to deflower me too. All I could think to say was, ?And when and where is that supposed to happen???Well, right here, right now. I know, they?d say that I was sullying my virtue, but I don?t care.?If our cherries needed to be busted, I guess we can do that together.I was trying to process this when she unbuckled my pants and lowered them. She took out my cock ? it was already erect from the make-out session ? and she started to stroke me. My horny male biology took over and I lived in the moment.She said, ?I do know what a man?s stiff member looks like. There are lewd photographs if one knows where to get them.?Did she mean magazines? I was beyond caring. ?Oh, Millie, that feels so good.?She giggled, ?I?m sure it does.?My next thought was, dummy, if she?s touching me like this, then I have the go-ahead to touch her in any way I want. Her blouse had buttons offset to the left, and I undid them. Millie didn?t resist. Her undergarment was something I had never seen before, a sort of brassiere that had cloth going down to her waist. Don?t they call that a chemise?It seemed to be too much trouble to remove it, so I lifted her skirt and got another surprise. Instead of panties, Escort Göztepe she had what I would call bloomers that went down to her knees. Below that, there were knee-high black stockings and high-topped shoes. Again I was at a loss as to what to do.Meanwhile, she was still working on my cock, which was very distracting indeed. I thought I was going to reach an orgasm rather soon with the vigorous way she was doing it. She seemed coy as she said, ?I see you?re having some trouble with my underthings. Do you like them anyway???Yeah, they?re really cool.??Oh, you mean like when the weather is warm?? I supposed that was some kind of joke,This was all getting quite complicated for an inexperienced guy like me. I managed to say, ?Millie, hold off on what you?re doing and I?ll rub you down there through the cloth. How does that sound???That seems splendid.?She helped me by putting her left leg up on the sofa. She splayed herself out, and I put my hand down to rub her crotch. Her bloomers were cotton, and she started moaning almost immediately. ?That is so nice; please keep doing it.? Man, this chick is really, really fast. I wondered what she saw in me that the other 4,000 girls at the school hadn?t.She had her arms out and she was holding my shoulders. We were saying little endearments to each other as I touched her. Suddenly, I could feel dampness in the crotch of her bloomers. In fact, it could actually be called wetness. By now she was moaning steadily, something like, ?Oh, oh, oh!? Wow, this girl doesn?t require much to get going; she?s a really hot number.Soon she leaned into me and softly said, ?Paul, listen to me. I know young men can be somewhat, call it overeager when having relations with a woman.? If she was a virgin, how would she know that? Whatever, she had it all worked out. ?I?d like you to have the stamina with your second time to truly please me when you couple with me. Therefore ? I?m going to get up on all fours on the sofa. You?ll get behind me and I?ll rub my bare buttocks against your front. I believe that?s called frottage. I?m sure that will work quite well to bring you to a climax.?It worked quite well indeed. This girl seemed to know more about sex than I had expected. Instead of waiting for assent from me, she got up and started to get into position. I got up to give her some room. Her skirt was still up and she reached back to undo the buttons on the back of her bloomers. Then she pulled the two halves apart, although they were still connected by a narrow strip across the top.I had never seen a female ass in person before, and I was very impressed. It was bigger than most behinds in girlie magazines, but that didn?t matter to me. It was pale and lusciously round.She looked up at me and said, ?Do you like my bottom??I was too young and inexperienced to avoid overpraising women. ?Oh, Millie, it?s beautiful. And I like your underpants too.??They do offer good access, don?t they?? I was still standing next to the sofa. ?Well, go back there and push against me.?For a moment, I thought I was going to wake up in my bed. Occasionally, I had dreams that ended just at a critical point like this. But I seemed to remember everything I had done in the last fourteen hours. It didn?t feel like a dream, but then it was rare to know that one was actually in one.There was only one way to find out. I knelt behind her and lowered my pants further. My cock had been completely erect since she had first touched me with her hand. I moved forward and our bodies collided.She was very enthusiastic in the way she was grinding against me. In turn, I was eagerly pushing myself against her. My upright cock moved against the smooth flesh of her backside. It felt so good that I couldn?t speak; I was whimpering something. I heard her giggling. At least she liked it too.