American Girls Ch. 18-20

Author's notes.
My stories are based on personal experiences and are as close to accurate to what actually happened as I can remember, and I have a pretty good memory (even many years later).
Nobody in this story (that had sex) was underage.
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Chapter 18 -- Tammy
I had a really heavy load of classes going into my final year at BYU. There wouldn't be much extra time for extracurricular activities... at least not activities that required a lot of time for planning. I would still have time for the occasional climb or spending time with a special girl. Then again, it is sometimes time-consuming finding that special girl, but not always. Sometimes things just fall into your lap. Those are often the best.
I was up in Rock Canyon doing a little bit of climbing when she literally fell into my lap. When I arrived at the canyon, I was alone, so I was just doing a traverse across the lower part of the Ed but she thought she saw an easier route to the right.
"I'm too tired to mantle up onto the ledge, Pete," she said. "I think I'll try to go around it to the right."
"Don't do it, Tammy," I yelled back at her. "There's nothing there, and you'll just wear yourself out further."
Unfortunately, she was determined to try. Tammy ventured out onto the right face, trying to find a small hold that nobody had ever seen before...one that would allow her to avoid the difficult move onto the ledge. Carefully, she gripped tiny irregularities on the surface, searching for the hold that she could use to pull herself up...but there wasn't one. After several minutes of frustrating exertion, hanging on with her fingertips, she moved back to the base of the ledge. She had been tired before...now she was exhausted.
Tammy had now placed herself in real danger. There she was...fifty feet up, at the most difficult move of the climb, and she was almost too tired to move. Tammy placed her hands on the ledge in front of her face on the narrow ledge, fingers touching, and began to pull herself up. From somewhere, she was finding the strength. Tammy was pushing downward with her arms, trying to bring her foot up onto the ledge, when she lost her balance and peeled off backwards. "I'm falling!" she screamed.
I watched in horror as Tammy hurled backwards into space. "Clink!" "Ping!" Her piton and chock had pulled out of the cracks because of the outward pull created by her back flip. The only remaining piece of protection was the bolt...barely twenty feet off the ground.
Using the principle of belay, it didn't take a mathematician to realize that since Tammy was falling from thirty feet above her protection, she had sixty-six feet to fall with only fifty feet to the ground. She was falling to her death.
Then, something quite amazing happened. I can't explain it really, except that it was like a hand had reached out and was supporting her. Time ceased to exist. Tammy seemed to float down...doing three, slow back flips as she came. I was pulling in rope as fast as I could to shorten the distance she would fall. With the way she was floating down, I thought there might be enough time. I continued to pull, using both hands, but still holding the rope securely at my waist.
She passed the bolt. There was still too much rope. She was going to hit. Despite everything I was doing, she was going to hit. Closer and closer to the ground she came as I continued to pull in rope as fast as I could. Then, the rope started to tighten, and I flung my hand across my waist to stop her. The rope started to stretch...was there still too much rope? Oh, please no.
Tammy came to rest right in front of me. She was hanging there, suspended in her harness and hanging from the rope, her back less than six inches above the sharp pinnacle. The rope had stopped her. Tammy was safe.
She turned to me, her eyes wide with wonder and amazement and said, "You know, Pete, the world really does spin around when you're falling. It seemed like it took forever to come şişli escort down." I knew just what she meant. Slowly...still holding the rope tightly around my waist...I lowered her down to the ground, taking care to miss the pinnacle. She was badly shaken, so I gave her my canteen and let her lay there taking small sips of water.
Two young men had been sitting about forty feet away watching us climb. Now they came running over to see if Tammy was hurt. "Wow," one of them exclaimed. "I've never seen anyone fall as fast as she did. I was sure she was going to hit the ground."
"I was watching you," the other youth said to me. "Your hands were moving so fast, they were blurred." Funny. I hadn't noticed that. Adrenaline does amazing things.
It took a while before Tammy recovered from the shock of falling. While she recovered, I coiled my rope and put my climbing gear in its proper places on my equipment sling. With that complete, and my gear stashed on my body, I helped Tammy back to the entrance of the canyon. When I realized that she had walked up to the canyon from BYU, I put her in the passenger side seat of my car. I told her, "You are probably still in shock. There is no way that I will let you walk back to campus by yourself."
I put my rope and climbing gear in the back seat and got in. The drive back to BYU was uneventful, but we talked along the way. When she said there wouldn't be anybody to watch her when she got back to her dorm room, I told her I would take her to my apartment. I didn't want her going into shock alone.
When we got to my apartment, I parked right in front of my apartment, so we wouldn't have too far to walk. I got her up into my apartment, took off her shoes, and had her lay on my bed while I brought up my climbing gear from the car. When I returned, Tammy was asleep. I checked her and then went to make up some high-energy drink (made of Hershey's chocolate sauce, chunky peanut butter, vanilla ice cream, milk and almonds) in my blender. Yes, I know it was just a milk shake, but it provided a lot of energy.
When I was blending it, the blender made enough noise to wake her. At first, she didn't know where she was, but when I brought her a glass of the energy drink, she quickly settled down and drank it. Of course, I made enough for me as well, so we sat next to each other on the bed drinking our drinks.
When we finished the drinks, Tammy looked at me. "Thank you, Pete. You saved my life. I was sure I was going to die."
"Not on my watch," I replied. "Nobody dies." I smiled at her, so she would know that everything was OK.
"Still," she said, "I owe you a lot. I have never had anybody do so much for me before."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I grew up in foster homes," she replied. "Even though the social workers check in on you, it isn't as if there is somebody there who really cares, and it is rare when somebody actually goes out of there way to really help. When I would fall down and scrape my knee when growing up, it was always a school nurse or me who had to clean it up and bandage it. I don't even remember my parents."
"Wow," I answered. "How did you get into BYU?"
"I got a scholarship. I had good grades in high school, and I also got good at soccer. That got me a scholarship. However, a coach is not a substitute for a mother. I've always had to do for myself, so I became sort of a loner. That doesn't mean, though, that I'm not lonely. I am... a lot."
"Well," I replied, "There is no reason for a cute girl like you to be lonely."
"Most guys run away when they hear about my background," she said. "I don't fit their 'good Mormon girl' profile, and they don't know how to handle that. You are different."
"You are very perceptive," I answered, and then I laid out my background for her, including military experience, religion and interests. "And, so you see, I too have issues in a place like BYU."
"You have already lived more life than most people do in a lifetime," she said. "I'm still not sure why you chose to come to BYU, but I'm glad you did. I would never have met you otherwise."
I leaned over and kissed her softly. "I was hoping that you would do that," she whispered when I ended the kiss. "Please, kiss me again."
Well, who am I to deny a lady's request? I leaned back into her, but she adjusted her body so she was flat on her back. When our lips met again, I was over her. She reached around my head to pull me closer to her. The kiss quickly became passionate as our hands wandered around each other's body.
Eventually, my hands found their way under her top to caress her soft breasts. I must say that her breasts were the only soft parts of her body. Everything else was toned muscle. Tammy was an athlete, and her body was proof.
When she started pushing my shirt up my back, I decided to follow suit with her top. I had barely started when she reached around to pull her top up and off over her head. Then, she did the same with my shirt. That surprised me. I seldom met a girl that forward at BYU. I voiced my astonishment, "Wow."
Tammy blushed and asked, "Too fast?"
"No," I replied. "I was just surprised. Not too many girls at BYU would do that."
"I'm NOT like most girls at BYU," she said. "I was abused by a foster father when I was younger, so I don't always get things in the right order."
"Abused? Abused how?" I asked.
"When I started developing breasts, he would undress me and suck on my nipples," she answered. "He also used his fingers to break my hymen. I turned him in to the social worker, but the only thing that came of it was me being moved to another foster home."
"I'm sorry that happened to you," I said.
It's OK," she replied. "It was a long time ago. However, it has messed me up in that I sometimes struggle with what is appropriate, but overall I've put it behind me."
"Tammy," I said, "I will never consider anything you do with me as inappropriate." With that, I kissed her deeply as my hands caressed her breasts softly. She returned my kiss with passion, sucking my tongue into her mouth, and laying claim to my mouth as well.
Her hands weren't idle either, and soon I felt my cut-off denim shorts and sweats being pushed down off my butt and down my legs. This was my normal climbing attire, as it gave me good freedom of movement while climbing. When my clothes reached my knees, I raised up enough to allow her to push them down to my ankles. It was then easy enough to slip them off over my feet. She still had her shorts and panties on, but I made quick work of them as she lifted her butt to assist me. We were soon naked together on my bed.
"Pete," she began, "I have never done this before, but I want to with you. I don't have a hymen, so there shouldn't be any pain, but please still be gentle."
"I would never intentionally hurt you," I said. "Let me get you fully ready, and I think I can promise you a pleasurable experience."
"Yes," she replied. "Do whatever you want."
I moved down to suckle her nipples and caress her breasts, but I didn't want to bring back bad memories for her, so I moved along until I was down to her pussy. Her legs were together, so I asked her to spread them for me. She did, and then I went to work on her pussy. I was kissing and sucking her labia and clitoris while my fingers played around her vaginal entrance. At first, she was tense, but then she relaxed and let me have my way with her.
It took a while before Tammy felt her first orgasm. Once she did, it was as if a switch had been flipped, and she was orgasming almost continuously from then on. After she had been shaking for several minutes, I slid up until the tip of my cock settled into her vaginal entrance. She looked up at me and said, "I know that I no longer have a hymen, but this is my first time. I give you my virginity."
And then she pushed against me. My cock slid into her vagina as if it was returning home. I sank into her until my cockhead was pressed firmly against her cervix. Her mouth was in the shape of an "O" and no sounds were coming from it. I guess that even though she had no hymen, it was still a shock to have a large cock filling her up for the first time.
Then, she came alive and sighed, "Oh my God. That feels so good."
That made me happy. I held still until I felt her vaginal muscles starting to milk my cock. At that point, I slowly withdrew my cock until only the tip remained buried in her pussy, and then I thrust all the way back into her, stopping only when my cock was firmly pressed against her cervix again. I repeated this process several times until her hips started to rock in time with my strokes, and then I slowly increased the tempo.
I was eventually pounding her pussy with full strokes, slapping my groin against hers with every stroke. The sounds and smells of wet sex filled the room and both of us enjoyed the union to the fullest. When the end finally came, it was sudden. Her vaginal walls clamped down on my cock, milking it of its contents and preventing its escape. I pressed into her cervix as firmly as I could as I pumped load after load of my seed deep into her womb. When I was drained, I collapsed, lying to the side, so my body weight wouldn't crush her.
It was then that I remembered to ask about birth control. She told me not to worry. She had been on birth control pills since junior high school due to her social worker. I was relieved, but tried not to show it. Instead, I continued to cuddle with her, and both of us soon fell asleep.
It was late in the day when we woke. We made love one more time before getting into the shower together to wash up. Yes, we did wash each other's body, but we also found time for one more union. She leaned over to pick up the soap, and my cock slid into her pussy from behind. She raised up enough to support herself against the wall with her hands, and we fucked until I once again pumped my seed into her depths.
When we finished in the shower, I drove Tammy back to her dorm. I did make another date with her, though, and we dated for months. We climbed together (Tammy never again led a hard route), and she often slept with me on weekends. Of course, we also went on real dates as well. We were an on again, off again couple, never quite boyfriend/girlfriend, but always very good friends. With her busy schedule and mine, there were a lot of times when we just couldn't make it work, and over time, the sleepovers became less and less frequent. By Christmas, our relationship had pretty much ended.
Chapter 19 -- Molly
I believe I mentioned before that students at BYU must take at least one religion class per year while they are enrolled. It was in one of these classes (during my last semester at BYU) that I met Molly. Her parents had named her correctly because she was a stereotypical Molly Mormon. Her goal in life was to find a man who would marry her and give her a typical Mormon life, with all that entails. Of course, I had no such goal, but she saw that as a challenge rather than an obstacle.
BYU had one famous religion teacher. His name was Cleon Skousen, and he taught a course in Church history (among others). I had always considered history to be very interesting, and taking this class also meant that I wouldn't have to compete with Mormon classmates who had a lifelong knowledge of their scriptures. It was someplace where I could excel without having to be a Mormon. I didn't want to have to read all of their scriptures for some religion class. Doctor Skousen had also written several books and was very anti-communist, as I was. Even though he seemed ancient by the time I got to BYU, I could relate to him on a lot of levels.
When I entered his classroom for the first time, I picked a seat in the middle of the room (but toward the front). I learned long before, that teachers tend to favor students who appear interested in their subject, and I truly was interested in his topic. I learned a lot, and asked Cleon a lot of questions. I always came to class prepared to discuss whatever the topic for that day might be.