Nancy Schools Tom




(Comments to Nancy at nancysims396@yahoo.com)

This is the story of my first tussle with Tom. I won of course. I met Tom in
college. He wanted to date me. I couldn't decide if I wanted to date him or
dominate him. Ultimately I ended up dominating him and dating him too. He
found the experience exhilarating. I found Tom exhilarating too.

Freshman year psychology 101. I got an A. I think psychology is extremely
valuable in human interaction. I am very serious about gathering information
and knowledge. That's where I first met Tom. He was really cute and he seemed
to have an eye on me.

Tom was one of those pretty preppy boys that I love to dominate. He was
infatuated with me and my "gymnast" body. That's a nice way of saying that I'm
flat as a pancake. But Tom had an almost unhealthy obsession with girls
gymnastics. He was smitten by those super strong tiny young athletes. I wasn't
one of them, but I looked like part, only prettier.

It was a big lecture class. Probably 200 students in an auditorium 3 days a
week. He smiled at me the first time I saw him but he didn't approach me. I
began to notice that each class he found a seat behind and near me. It became
obvious to me that Tom was attracted to me but was too scared to try and talk
to me or meet me. As class ended, he always trailed behind me when exiting. I
liked that he was either afraid or intimidated by me, but always wanted to
look at me. Especially in the safety of being behind me where I couldn't see
him staring. He was always there. I decided to take matters into my own
hands.

I decided to startle him with an unexpected friendly confrontation. After
class ended and I was exiting the building, I paused and looked around as if I
was looking for something. I was. Tom. When I turned around, I noticed him
walking toward me. He had been following, but when I stopped, he had to walk
toward me. I guess he could have stopped and looked around too. I acted as if
I was trying to decide what to do and which way to go.

As we made eye contact, I smiled. A warm inviting smile. He returned my smile.
I said hello to him and began some small talk about the class. We laughed
about the professor and something that happened at the lecture. He was
becoming seemingly comfortable in my presence.

I told him that I was Nancy. He said his name was Tom. We were both freshmen
trying to get along. You know, that whole being away from home and on your own
for the first time in our lives. I could tell that he was excited and happy
that I broke the ice and was talking to him and having fun. He was easy on the
eyes so I didn't have to act. I told him to come sit next to me at the next
lecture and he said he was eagerly looking forward to the next lecture for the
first time all semester.

2 days later I show up to class a minute or two early. Tom was sitting one
seat away from the exact same spot as I sat in on Monday. He had his books
saving my seat. And he was dressed to the nines!

Tom had gotten a haircut and looked like he shaved 5 minutes before class. He
was wearing cologne. I think he just stepped out of a Brooks Brothers magazine
ad. He had a navy Izod shirt and khaki pants. No socks and loafers. He was my
pretty preppy boy. For heavens sake he even had styling gel in his hair. I had
on a Tshirt and blue jeans. I apologized (sarcastically but sweetly) for being
underdressed. He laughed and said I always look fabulous no matter what I wear
so he wanted to try and keep up. I'll give him one thing. He had natural
charm.

Tom seemed really happy and excited to be sitting with me in class. I'm a
straight A student and have the ability to focus on the task at hand. I listen
intently. Tom wasn't taking notes and I'm not sure he was paying attention. He
was paying attention to me. And we smiled at each other whenever we made eye
contact. After class I suggested that we go to the student union and get a
coke.

I mentioned that I had noticed him checking me out and I liked it.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to be obvious about it but you're very pretty and easy
to look at."

I replied. "Ya, I'm not bad. If I actually had a pair of tits I might be
pretty good." I'm very flat chested and self deprecating. It's a disarming
quality I like to exhibit. It subtly influences people to more freely offer
their kinder and gentler side. By playfully insulting myself, they naturally
want to lift me up. It's subtle but powerful.

"No. You're beautiful. You have an athletic body like a gymnast."

"That's just another way of saying I'm flat. It's ok, God may have forgotten
to give me tits, but he more than made up for it by giving me 2 pussies!" I've
used that joke a million times. It accomplishes many favorable results. It's
an ice breaker. It catches you off guard. It's ludicrous thus funny. It gently
cracks sexual barriers. It's clever. And it's disarming. I've made making fun
of ourselves the norm. I have also opened him up to comfortably complimenting
me and talking about my body.

"That's funny. I've never heard that before. Did you make it up?"

"Ya. I figured if I had to be flat I should have a clever response to it."

"Seriously, you're very attractive. I happen to like small breasted women. I
have always been attracted to athletic girls, especially gymnasts. Are you
into gymnastics?"

"No. I have always been a bit of a tomboy, Tom. I played field hockey so I'm
pretty tough. Are you a gymnast?"

The Tomboy, Tom line seemed to impress him. Asking him if he was a gymnast,
(obvious that he wasn't) made him chuckle. I wanted him to enjoy the act of
talking to me and thus being with me.

"No. I'm definitely NOT a gymnast. I'm not really into sports. I'm more of a
musical and artistic type. It's strange really. I'm not very athletic but I am
attracted to athletic women. Life's funny that way."

We were getting along pretty good. He was sweet and he laughed at my jokes. It
was obvious that he was smitten with me. I was conflicted about him. On the
one hand, he was adorable and I just wanted to eat him up. He was good looking
in a kind of pretty sort of way. I'm bisexual. I'm attracted to pretty
submissive lesbian girls and sophisticated older lipstick lesbians. I like my
guys to be more pretty than handsome. Macho men do nothing for me. I like my
guys to be almost feminine but masculine when necessary. It's a very fine
line. On the other hand, he had that quality that is just so delicious to
dominate. I couldn't decide if I wanted to fuck him or beat him up and
humiliate him. I was in a dilemma. Ultimately, I basically did both!

Friday when I showed up for class Tom was waiting. We sat together and went to
the student union for a coke again after the lecture. I wanted to investigate
more thoroughly his interest in gymnasts and athletic girls in general. Did he
want to be dominated either consciously or subconsciously? If he didn't want
to be dominated, I would have just taken him back to my dorm room and jumped
his bones.

I asked him about his infatuation with girls gymnastics. He replied that he
was taken by their grace, strength, and stamina. He said that athletic girls
are sexy to him and that I reminded him of them. He had never dated an
athlete. He said that he spends his time with more musical and artistic chicks
who are more like him.

I replied that I am pretty strong for my size and quite athletic with pretty
good stamina. I joked that I'm not sure how graceful I am. I carefully studied
his reaction. He kinda leaned toward me and elevated his eyebrows signaling
interest. He smiled when I quipped about my lack of grace.

"It might be fun for me to demonstrate my strength and stamina as well as my
lack of grace to you. I'll bet that I'm stronger than you and if you and I
were to tussle, I would win. I have never wrestled before, but I think I could
beat you. The thought of wrestling you down and pinning you and making you say
uncle is rather appealing. It might be fun for you too. To be overpowered and
have a sexy athletic girl sitting atop you seems like something you might
really enjoy. Have you ever wrestled a girl? Would you like to wrestle me? You
can cop a feel maybe although there's not much there to grope."

I didn't mention my fight with Curtis. It wasn't relevant. I didn't want to
hurt Tom. I wanted to jump him. This experience was much more about gentle
restraint and consensual non consensual sexual activity if you catch my
drift.

He conceded that I would probably win anyway but it sure sounded more fun to
lose. He wanted to make sure that I wasn't planning on hurting him.

"Oh, I'm going to hurt you alright. It's gonna hurt so good! I plan on
wrestling in just my panties and half the fun will be trying to extract yours
from you. Are you game?"

Tom asked me to pinch him. After he came to the heartwarming conclusion that
he was not dreaming, at least not yet, he was all in. We decided to drive to
my parents house about 45 minutes from campus. The house was empty. We were
going to wrestle there and we were going to engage in some dancing afterwards.
Mattress dancing!

Tom was very excited and asked me if we could stop at a drugstore. I inquired
as to why. He blushed and admitted that he didn't have any condoms and was
hoping that he might need some. I told him no. My mother had been to the
drugstore when I turned 14. She was one of those mothers who put their
daughters on the pill 5 minutes after their first period. She told me that
even though I wasn't ready to have sex, we live in a world where that may not
matter. That is another reason that I continued to learn and master self
defense skills. Meanwhile, Tom about had a heart attack and told me to drive
faster. (Before the AIDS epidemic, condoms were used for birth control. Nobody
that we knew had any sexually transmitted diseases. They just weren't common.)

The level of excitement in the car was palpable. My heart was beating out of
my chest. I think Tom had a stiffy the whole way home. We were playfully trash
talking about what we were planning on doing after we each had won. Tom was
being sarcastic where I was trying to draw him a road map. And then I said "I
plan on giving you a lesson in wrestling, but I hope you can teach me a thing
or two afterwards. I'm not a virgin, but I have only been with 2 boys and they
didn't light my fire. But you, oh I could just eat you up. I hope I'm not
being too forward but, after I pin you down I may never let you back up. I
can't believe I just said that."

Again I was using psychology to try and communicate my hopes and dreams in a
way that he would be most likely want me to achieve. I wanted him to feel at
ease. I wanted him to know that this was new to me and how much I wanted to
learn about it and experience it with him. I also wanted to know if Tom had
been with no girls, one girl, a few girls, or all the girls. And by framing it
the way I did he was very likely to answer my question without me having to
ask. As long as it wasn't all the girls I would be happy.

Tom did one better. He took my right hand gently off the wheel and kissed it.
He smiled and admitted that he was about the same as me. He had a girlfriend
in high school and at first they weren't very good at it but started to get
better just as the relationship was falling apart. And then he said his old
girlfriend never turned him on as much as I was doing right now. We kissed
passionately like high school prom dates at all three red lights before
getting home.

It was time to fight and fuck. We were more than ready. We stripped down to
our underwear and got on our knees to ostensibly wrestle. Tom had a boner and
he didn't care. I had a damp spot in the crotch of my panties and my nipples
were hard as pebbles, same size too! (Lol) I said no punching and no biting
and may the best girl win. We put our hands together and we began. I bent his
hands back a little winning the early test of strength. As he was falling back
I let go and tackled him. I went reaching for his cock and boxers. I wanted to
feel it. I wanted to control it. I wanted to see it. I wanted to taste it. I
wanted it!

But Tom wasn't that kind of a boy. At least not yet. He was a slippery fellow.
So I was going to have to work for it. No problem, time to wrestle. We rolled
around each trying to get on top. But Tom had more weight than me so I had to
go to plan B. As soon as he thought that he had me in a vulnerable position, I
turned the tables on him. I spread my legs and then wrapped them around his
torso. And then I squeezed. I slowly increased the pressure tightening my legs
and controlling him with a body scissors. Now I easily was able to roll him
over and I again attempted to molest him. I maintained my scissors and on our
sides with his back to me, I was able to get my left arm around him. He was
basically trapped. I had unfettered access to his magic wand. I played with
him and licked his ear.

"Looks like you're trapped big boy. I got you by the balls."

I gently squeezed his boy balls for emphasis. But not hard. Just hard enough
to remind him of who was in charge. I stroked his cock and then went for the
strip. I released my scissors and went straight to his boxers determined to
steal them like a prize. I succeeded in my mission and then he was naked
except for his smile. But he was free too and quickly pounced on me with the
noble intention of stealing my panties. I had never had my panties ripped off
in a fit of passion before. I offered no resistance. He gleefully ripped them
off of me and on his knees he began twirling them on his index finger. And
then he did the sweetest thing. He held them to his nose and rubbed them all
over his face as he bathed in my fragrant scent. And he liked it. I liked that
he liked it. But All's fair in love and war.

So while Tom was distracted and delighting in my pungent panties, I jumped
him. I took my panties away from him and forced him onto his back with me
right on top of him. I pulled up his arms with no resistance and placed them
on either side of his head. He just stared at me. I gently but firmly covered
his arms with my knees establishing the sexiest schoolgirl pin that Tom could
imagine. Wrestling was going to have to wait. My cunt was creaming and he
hadn't even touched me yet. No, my burning bush needed some liquid refreshment
and soon or a massive bush fire was going to erupt. Thankfully, Tom was eager
to prevent that from happening.

"How's the view?"

"Don't move for a moment. Let me just take this all in. Nothing like this has
ever happened to me. You are so beautiful and so sexy. I need to kiss you. I
need to kiss you right now."

I couldn't wait another instant. I grabbed his head and lowered my dripping
wet cunt onto his face. What he lacked in experience, he more than made up for
in desire. He wanted to please me. And good God in heaven that boy could play.
He tongued my lips and clit like he was playing guitar. His rhythm was perfect
and his aim true. I was rocking back and forth and he was leading me down a
path that was going to make me explode. Higher and higher. Faster and faster.
Oh God he was going to make me cum. I clenched my toes and screamed out in
ecstasy and rewarded his efforts with a gush of orgasmic juices. I came in his
mouth. I was on top of the world.

I kissed him unlike I have ever kissed anyone before. And then I stood up and
took him by the hand to my bedroom. We didn't fuck. We didn't have sex. We
made sweet passionate love for hours. Afterward we fell blissfully asleep.

We were awakened by a knock at the door. My mother had arrived home.

"Mom, this is Tom. Tom, this is my mom. Call her mom. Isn't he adorable mom?"

Nice to meet you Tom. Would you like to stay the weekend? I really don't know
what to say. Nancy has never brought a boy home to her bedroom before. She
must really like you. And yes sweetheart. He is adorable."

Tom stayed the weekend. We wrestled. We made love. We laughed. And we fell in
love.

It didn't last. But it sure was fun while it lasted.

He wasn't the last guy I wrestled with or fought. But he was the only one who
ever won. He never won a wrestling match or an argument for that matter. But
he did win my heart.

Happy Valentine's Day, Nancy