1972 College Years
We met at a small liberal arts college in the fall of 1972 in central Indiana. Both of us were about 250 miles away from home in opposite directions. I never dated much in high school. We were both lonely and I enjoyed the good times that were almost nightly in her dorm reception area. A girl played the piano and sang like Carole King-everyone was jovial and friendly. The guys dorm was nothing to mention.
She called on a Thursday and invited me over. I told her I just had to do laundry and she said she did too! So we walked to the closest laundry mat. While moving my clothes from the washer to the dryer, a jockstrap fell out of my stash. 'What's this' she asked as she picked it up? Being a phys ed major, I explained that it was an athletic supporter and commonly worn by guys during gym class and athletic practices and events. Her eyes were enormous and I quickly learned that she had no brothers and a very modest father who she had never hardly ever seen in shorts let alone underwear, swimwear or God forbid, a jockstrap.
She stated: You mean all those basketball and football players are wearing these beneath their uniforms? I filled her in that I wore one most days of the week under my gym shorts. She immediately said I want to see you in one of these! Of course I told her I wanted to see her in just a pair of panties, she blushed, end of conversation. I was willing but where would or could this take place?
Whoa! this was the 70's, members of the opposite sex were not permitted near dorm rooms, no way, no how! Even dads were not permitted on the girls floor!
About two weeks later we were attending a fraternity social. I scouted out an empty room and told her I was ready to show her myself in a jockstrap. Before I could finish the sentence, she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the open room and said, 'well, let's see it'. I dropped my pants and then reminded her I wanted to see her in just panties! To my surprise, she dropped her skirt, pulled off her blouse and undid her bra. She pulled my shirt off. This was the first time I had ever seen a pair of tits and a girl in just panties, maroon no less, my favorite color. I felt stupid standing there in front of a girl in a jockstrap.
I quickly had a raging erection and she asked if it was always like that, 'uh, no, just when I am sexually excited'. I asked her to touch me and Lord it was just a few minutes of her groping me before I shot a load. She thought I was having a heart attack. I pulled her close and said it was an orgasm, one of the best things of life and that I was fine. I told her she could have one too and she asked me how. I touched the front of her panties and they were already wet. In just a few minutes she too was reaching for the stars and I never even took off her underwear.
From that night on, we had many pleasure sessions. She began buying me nylon briefs and really liked it when I wore pants with the pockets cut out and no underwear!
What if the jockstrap had never fallen from the laundry pile?