1
One Saturday evening during the Christmas term at University I had returned home from the pub and was playing bridge with my flatmates. As I remember there were more than just four of us there, and we took it in turns to play a rubber, and then sat out and watched. Also present were two girls who had been with us in the pub. One whose name I cannot remember was my friend John's girlfriend, and the other was a girl called Meredith.
After a little while John and his girlfriend decided fucking was a better alternative to playing cards and some of the others drifted off. This left four of us playing and Meredith who sat silently watching.
We must have played for another two hours and in that entire time she sat quietly in the background, and I do not remember her saying anything other than asking if anybody would like a coffee, and when we said yes, disappearing into the kitchen and appearing with five steaming mugs.
The night wore on and eventually we put the cards away and thoughts turned to going to bed. It was at this point that Meredith spoke for the second time that evening, or by that time, morning. She turned to me and asked.
"I'm sorry to ask Roger but can you walk me back home. It's not far but I'm scared to walk back alone at this time of night."
Her voice was soft and for the first time I noticed her Scottish accent. And then I took a proper look at her. She was tall and slim with small breasts. Her brown hair was cut in page boy style and her lips were full,her nose sharp, and her eyes olive green. She could not be described as pretty or having striking looks, but neither was she unattractive. Hers was a face that you probably wouldn't notice in a crowd, and her quiet demeanour probably contributed to that. She was wearing the standard student uniform of blue jeans and tee shirt and had put on an old Afghan jacket as she was speaking.
"No problem. Of course I will."
We walked through the quiet streets of the city, our footsteps echoing. As we walked I asked Meredith about herself. She told me she was at the beginning of her final year studying medicine and was from Elgin in Scotland. Her father was a priest and her mother a consultant paediatrician, but she thought she might like to become a GP when she qualified.
She already appeared to know a little about me and I surmised that John's girlfriend must have told her something.
Her house was a small mid terrace and when we arrived at the front door she surprised me by asking me in. I had already been entertaining thoughts about asking her out for a drink the following evening, so I was happy to go inside with her.
Her room was clean and tidy, warm and cosy. The radiator was working. The double bed was covered by a large pink eiderdown with a number of teddy bears sitting on the pillows. A desk and chair with a computer sat by the window with a couple of shelves on the adjacent wall stacked with medical textbooks. The desk was covered with notebooks and pens, and it was clear she had been studying. In the far corner was an armchair covered with a floral patterned cotton throw. The air smelt of perfume.
I sat in the armchair whilst Meredith made coffee. When she returned she put the mugs on the desk and then walked over to me leant down and kissed me full on the lips. For a second I was too surprised to react but then I kissed her back and for maybe thirty seconds we kissed. Hard!
She spoke,
"I've been waiting to do that all night."
"Come and sit on the bed."
We lay on the bed and kissed. She smelt intoxicatingly of shampoo and perfume. We kissed some more, and I placed my hand on her breast and held her tight to me, and then she surprised me for the second time as I felt her dainty hand reach down unbuckle my belt and unbutton my jeans before unzipping my flies. Shortly afterwards, for the first time in my life, a hand other than my own started to stroke my dick. I was surprised, shocked, and excited in just about equal measure.
My experience of women up until that moment could be properly described as non-existent. I was a virgin and had a highly romanticised view of the other sex. I knew I wanted to screw one of them, but I don't believe I understood that many of them also wanted to be screwed by a male, albeit the right one. I was both clueless and unconfident; not a combination that most women were attracted to.
That evening I had got lucky. Meredith had acted before I had had time to put her off. Or so I thought. The reality was that for all her shy and retiring nature she knew what she wanted, and she had wanted me. She had seen me with John and had fancied me from the beginning. John's girlfriend, whose name she reminded me was Jane, had confirmed I had no girlfriend. After that I had no chance.
And so, early that Sunday, I lay back on a bed beside a girl whom I had met only hours before, and she gave me my first real hand job.
Although it was the first of many I still remember both the shock and the pleasure of it. Meredith knew exactly what she was doing and slowly and gently held my foreskin between her thumb and forefinger and worked it up and down over my glans. Soon my penis was rock hard, the glans had become a swollen blue mushroom and my pleasure was immeasurable. It was beyond anything I had ever felt before.
I looked at her face as she gave me this experience and could see her concentrating hard "on the job in hand." It was obvious she derived great satisfaction from what she was doing to me, as she smiled softly, and her eyes twinkled.
She paused and raised her right hand to her mouth and covered her thumb and fingers with saliva before using it to moisten my penis tip. Slowly and with great skill she took me to the edge and kept me there. My penis felt harder than I had ever known. I ached for release, and I vainly thrust my hips upwards as I moaned in ecstasy.
Finally Meredith had pity and with a slightly firmer grip she brought me to a climax. As I cried out, my penis started to pulse rhythmically, and an arc of white semen gushed into the air. This was followed by another two smaller jets until my penis stood still with semen oozing from its meatus.
"Where did you learn to do that?"
She looked at me with satisfaction.
"Here and there."
And then unashamedly,
"Take your clothes off and get into bed. I'll sleep on the right if that's OK. It's really late and I've got church in the morning. I'll go to eleven o'clock communion so we may get seven hours sleep. Now no touching. Just cuddling. Promise."
"I promise."
Whilst Meredith went to the bathroom I quickly stripped got into bed on the left and switched off the lamp by the bed. A short while later, and in the dark, a warm, naked, and perfumed female body slipped into bed bedside me.
"Is that you Meredith?"
"Bastard!"
"Hold me tight and let's get some sleep."
She kissed me gently on the lips, and as I put my arm round her and put my hand on her breast, she put her head on my chest and within seconds was breathing gently in her sleep.
I lay awake for a few moments longer, in silent disbelief of the events of the last hour or so, before I too fell asleep.
2
I woke about ten o'clock the following morning. Meredith was in the shower and came into her room wrapped in a large white towel. She paid little heed to me, took off the towel, and stood naked for a moment before putting on her bra and panties and sitting on the side of the bed.
This was the first time I was able to see her naked and I liked what I saw. She was about five feet ten inches tall with milky white skin, small round firm breasts, a narrow waist, and a tight round bum.
Now she saw I was awake.
"Good morning I'm off to church. I'll be back in two hours. Can we go out for a pub lunch? I'll meet you at your place if you like?"
She quickly put on black stockings, a long black pencil skirt, and a white blouse and cream woollen sweater. Then she grabbed for a long black coat, pecked me on the cheek, and left.
"Let yourself out. Don't forget to pull the front door firmly shut."
