Having left public school, I joined Uni not having done anything other than a bit of a snog. Hormones were raging and mild acne had held back my confidence I had. So it wasn't until the end of my fresher year that I finally lost my L plates. J was your 7 out of 10 girl. Not a knock out but good looking, slim, lovely hair and 5'6". Bit like me perhaps. I was fit from sport, had a stupid 80's haircut and had still to fill out after finally growing tall after always being the smallest.
We were living in mixed student halls where we all had our own room and got on pretty well with one another. I knew J from being around but wouldn't say it was anything more than acquaintances. I can't remember how it happened, but I was in her room one evening and she was getting upset about her boyfriend (who was also at the Uni). I was giving her a hug which she returned and before I knew it, I had the biggest hard on showing against my crotch. There was nothing I could do about it and so I just kept holding her, hoping it would go down.
J was crying and holding me tighter. Finally she recovered a bit and just let me stroke her back. From the position we were in (on the floor sort of kneeling) there was no way she could miss my arousal but she didn't say anything. Finally she just put her face in my neck and said thank you. I asked her if she wanted me to stay awhile longer. She said something to the effect of needing some sleep.
Eventually we got up, and she gave me a kiss on the lips goodbye. It was all a bit weird, especially with her on tip toes, her body rubbing against me with her apparently still upset.
I went back to my room and probably had a wank - to be honest I can't remember. I was left thinking huh?!
Maybe a couple of nights later there was a knock on my door. This probably sounds made up, but there I was without anything on, getting ready for bed. It was J and I put my dressing gown on before opening the door. She was crying again. I asked what was up - it was the boyfriend again and something he had done and she just wanted a hug. I let her in, somewhat embarrassed by only having my gown on but she didn't mind. I wasn't expecting anything and so there I was, giving her a hug in the middle of the room. Amazingly my hard on seemed under better control this time, or maybe it was the weirdness.
She sat on the bed and I was on the chair at the bed's end. She could see my embarrassment with the dressing gown and giggled. In a fantasy it would all work out cool, right? Of course there and then the opposite happens and being English, I did the obvious and made a cup of tea. (I know!!!)
So there we were chatting, her on the bed, trying to keep covered up and her fully clothed whilst we talked about nothing in particular.
At some point though, something clicked, and I realised that this night we would be having sex. Maybe it was totally obvious to anyone else that it had always been on the cards. I don't know. All I knew right was that I moved a hand to her thigh as we chatted. A quiet came over us and I moved my hand directly to her right breast as if it were the most normal thing to do. Through her top and bra, it felt so full and firm. It was a C cup or there about and in hindsight one of the most perfect I've ever come across. My fingers and hand felt how soft and perfectly round each breast was and for a few seconds she just let me continue. I was surprisingly relaxed.
"What are you doing Gav?"
My reply amazed me in it's confidence. "I'm feeling your breast". That was it. Not justification or defensiveness. I was touching her and she just sat there as I continued.
I undid her top and eased my fingers over her bra. Then I moved finger tips between the cup and her breast, around to her nipple which was hard. The tips gently rubbing over her hardness. We looked at one another.
With my other hand, I tried to undo her bra. She smiled and we both knew I needed practice on that one. She reached behind and did it. My hand could now caress her full breasts unhindered now. They were perfect orbs. I lent forward and even though the bra was sort of in the way, I couldn't resist kissing them and taking the nipples into my lips. She was saying things like, we can't do this. I said no, we can't.
I looked up and she lent down to kiss me. I needed no prompting to return. For sometime we were sitting side by side devouring one another.
Eventually we had to get more comfortable. I stood up and she opened my gown. My hard on pointed straight as her and before I knew it, her mouth was closed over my cock. Oh my god... so that is was I've been missing out on! I watched, almost detached, as her lips covered my knob and her tongue bathed the sensitive underside, her hand held the shaft. Here I was getting a blow job. As slightly unreal as it seemed, the reality was ecstasy.
Before it got too much, I got her to stand up and I undressed her. She was worried about a small bit of eczema and I was completely useless by asking whether it was contagious. I cringe in hindsight! Her yellow cotton underwear was very unsexy, but the sight of her black triangle of pussy hair over came that. We lay down and caressed one another. I remember going down and trying oral for the first time. She had a pungent smell but I thought, hell, I'm not going to miss this one because she hasn't just got out of the shower.
I also knew why sex mags had shaved pussies. I wasn't a fan of the hairy muff. But nevertheless, I dived in like I had just found heaven and indeed it felt like heaven. Her warm thighs on the side of my face, her moans as I tasted her whole pussy, my tongue exploring her lips, my nose burying into her soft wetness. I loved it.
She pulled my back up and we kissed and rubbed our bodies together. And if I hadn't said enough of the wrong things by now, I managed to say, "tell me when you are ready".
She never did say anything but somehow I just found over her in the missionary holding my cock against her wet pussy. Belatedly I said I didn't have a condom, and she said she was on the pill anyway.