Travis Pendle was my first long term boyfriend and love. We had been going strong for two years. Travis had asked me out after a concert in the college's Coliseum. Although, Travis was the partying type, he was the most sincere man I had ever known. Our majors was the ice breaker that ignited our relationship, we both were studying Criminal Justice. Travis' career of choice was working for the Central Intelligence Agency, (C.I.A) and mine was in being a Probation Officer, (P.O). Since I lived on campus, Mama never met Travis and she never would if I could help it. Standing in line for tickets to the Tease Em Ball, Travis wrapped his long muscular arms around me and when he lifted his arms, there was a thin silver chain with a pendant around my neck. I knew at that moment, we were in love.
The Tease Em Ball, was just that. All the newbies that were hazed when joining sororities and fraternities, were expected to do outrageous stunts to show their loyalty. There was a stage set up by the newbies to perform on. All they had to do was arouse a homosexual that attending Fredricson College. Then a high ranking member of the brotherhood or sisterhood they were pledging for would skip one week of hazing. To the newbies it was worth it! While the fresh meat danced, a few students threw money on the stage. Travis and I enjoyed the show so much, that we agreed to have our own Tease Em Ball later that night. It was hilarious to see women dancing in front of women and men in front of men. One girl took it to the limit when she stripped all of her clothes off. Security had to escort her off stage. It was obvious she was drunk. The guard cursed her out like he was talking to a man. Apparently, this angered her and she tried to hit him. Blocking her punch with his hand, the guard pushed the girl with so much force, she fell off the stage. All we heard was, CRACK! The crowd screamed in horror. Travis pulled me by my arm and we left.
Once we reached my dorm, Travis held me close. There were no co-ed dorms so Travis couldn't spend the night. Lost in those sweet hazel eyes of his, I submitted to Travis that night behind the administration building. When we finished, my back ached from being pressed up against the brick wall.
"It's not working out." Travis buckled his belt as I wiped cum from inside my vagina with a Wet Ones.
"What's not working out?" Throwing the wipe away in the bushes.
"Us! I can't make you orgasm. Hell, you might as well dance at the Tease Em Ball." Deeply sighing, Travis wiped beads of sweat from his wide forehead.
"It's only because we do it outside all the time. Let's get a room this weekend and see what happens." Sex with Travis was great, but for some reason I never had an orgasm. The good news was, it wasn't just him. I hadn't had an orgasm since I stopped masturbating years ago.
Travis had rented a hotel suite with a jacuzzi out on the patio. We drank Chardonnay and listened to Peabo Bryson. The swift cool breeze brushed through my silky weave. Travis danced and romanced me until we reached the king sized bed. It seemed like our clothes melted off with the intense heat of our bodies. There we lay out of breath, both of us covered in Travis's semen. Again he felt like a failure, and yet again, I tried to stroke his ego.
"It's a new place. We can try again later." Travis sucked his teeth and slowly pulled himself out of me. When the tip of his penis rubbed against my clitoris, the greatest sensation I had ever felt, whipped me like a disobedient whore.
"So that's your sweet spot." For the rest of the night Travis and I explored every sweet spot we could find.