A Welcome in the Valleys...

A welcome in the valleys

Being an eighteen-year-old at university is a life changing time. From a structured and organised life with very few responsibilities, to being almost 100% independent can put a massive strain on your character.

You either thrive or crumble.

If you falter, then, often you will seek solace in others. In that environment, friendships can quickly blossom into relationships, not all of which are stable, but are all a part of the growing experience, and many of which can become sexual, allowing for further validation of your new independence.

Because of this, and the fact that I am quite a good listener, I had a few "friendships" like this.

This is the story of one that particularly sticks in my mind, of a girl named Sian, and her transformation from a shy, introspective, scholarly person into a rampant she-devil who couldn't get enough.

Sian was from North Wales, a shy vibrant girl, standing 5'8" with long black hair and round, innocent brown eyes offset against flawless alabaster skin. She was reading Applied Mathematics, which, coupled with her 36-28-36 body shape made her the perfect package.

She arrived at university with a strong connection to David, her longtime sweetheart, who had just got into the Police College at Hendon. She believed that the strength of their love could stand the 150-mile separation, and that he would always be there for her.

Sadly, the first weekend she travelled up to see him she returned in tears, as he'd decided that a long-distance relationship wasn't compatible with the life of a young Police Officer he'd chosen.

I was good friends with her, and all the girls on her corridor in the accommodation block (men on the ground floor, women on the two floors above - meant for a safer environment).

So, when I saw her coming back into halls, with her makeup smeared, looking like one of Shakespeare's Sisters, I duly went to find out if she was OK, or if I could help.

Sian was in a bit of a state when she answered her single room's door, and burst into further tears when she saw me. She turned around and went to sit on her bed, I followed inside and closed the door behind me. I sat in her chair next to the bed.

"What's happened?" I asked, leaning forward and taking her hands.

"He dumped me," she sobbed. "He said it wouldn't work us being so far apart."

"Aw, sweetheart," I said, "that's horrible. Is it irrecoverable?"

"He said it wasn't worth being with me unless I could give him something to hold onto," she said.

"What did he mean by that?" I asked, although I could guess. Sian had told me that she and David had never got further than heavy petting.

"You know," she said, suddenly looking coy from behind her long lashes, "that." I have to say that her vulnerability was stirring me in ways that I knew it shouldn't.

"Ah," I said, "that."

"Yes," she said, "he said if I loved him, then I should want to sleep with him. That I would want to go all the way with him. That he wanted something to be able to think about when I wasn't with him. I think he just wanted something to boast about to his fellow trainees. I saw the way they looked at me."

I couldn't blame them for staring. If she had been wearing what she was wearing now - a tight white top that highlighted her shoulders and ample breasts, a pair of grey skin-tight light denim trousers, pixie-boots and a light jacket thrown over her shoulders. If it wasn't for the streaks down her face, she could have stepped off a magazine cover.

"Look," I said, "blokes can be idiots like that. We sometimes say things without thinking. I bet he regretted letting his dick talk for him as soon as you left." As I said the word "dick", Sian drew her breath in sharply. Damn! I forget she could be quite prudish at times - I always had to be careful what jokes I told her, as she hated "crude language".

I hastily tried to cover it up with a, "well, it's his loss really," comment, and that seemed to calm the situation.

I stood up. "Come here, I think you need a hug," I said. She stood up and came into my arms. I held her carefully, and gently kissed the top of her head, as I had done time and time before.

This time, though, it was a bit different. The smell of her hair, and the smell of her perfume, was intoxicating. I held on maybe a little too long, and felt the familiar stir of my dick in my trousers.

"Stop!" I thought to myself, "this is not the time!" and I pulled away from her slightly. Or, at least tried to.

She had different ideas, however. She wrapped her arms round my back, and pulled me closer to her, looking up at my face as she did. This meant that my, now hardening, penis pressed into her stomach, and I saw her eyes widen slightly, before narrowing in an expression I'd never seen on her.

She pulled away, looked up at, me, and smiled.

"You always know how to make me feel better, Adam," she said, "I needed that hug."

"You look done in," I said. "Do you want me to make you tea, or something to eat?"

"No thanks," she said, "I think I need to lie down. I'm really tired."

"OK," I said, "I'll leave you alone to rest. I'll pop back up and check you're OK in an hour if you'd like?"

"I'd rather you stayed," she said, "I just want some company and not to think about that bastard!" She blushed.

Where was this going, I wondered. I'd helped her to her bed in the past when she'd had a bit too much to drink, but it was always a case of making sure she was laying down on top of her bed, had water and paracetamol (and the bin, if needed), and then I'd let myself out.

I sat back down, and watched her take off her jacket, and then turn to her sink to take off her makeup. "I look a fucking state!" she said, and flashed a grin at me in the mirror.

She seemed to get through her makeup removal quite quickly, kicked off her boots, and lay down on her bed still fully clothed. She suddenly sat upright, reached in under her arms and removed her bra through one sleeve in that way some women can. She lay back down on her side facing me, and smiled.

I looked across at her from the chair, and she rolled from her side onto her back. Her breasts didn't sag at all, even unsupported as they now must be. Gods, she was gorgeous. She still had some smudged mascara near her eyes, and hadn't quite removed all her lipstick, but that just made her seem more vulnerable and sexier.

I could see her nipples were pressed against her t-shirt was it my imagination, or were they hard? My dick twitched again.

Her eyes closed, and her breathing slowed. It looked like she was going to sleep. Good. That's what she needed.

It was an early autumn evening, but it was warm in her room, even though was just wearing my own t-shirt with cut down jeans, and nothing else. It felt quite relaxing sitting there in her chair, watching the slow rise and fall of her breasts as she drifted off to sleep. My eyes closed, and soon I was dozing too.

I must have slept for about half an hour before coming slowly awake.

I opened my eyes and saw that Sian was still fast asleep. She must have been moving around on her bed, and her t-shirt had crept up, exposing her stomach and the very bottom of her areola. My penis twitched his appreciation. Further down, her jeans had pulled in tighter, and it looked like I could see the outline of her pussy - was she not wearing panties? My dick grew in admiration.

This was getting out of hand. I really should leave, I thought to myself.

I realised that I felt someone was looking at me, and drew my gaze from Sian's crotch, and met her eyes from the bed. She looked amused, not angry.

"Ah," I said, "back with us? How are you feeling?"

"A bit better, but I need another hug," she said from the bed. I noticed she still hadn't pulled down her top, and I could still see the base of her nipple. Was it me, or did it look harder?

"Come on then," I said, "I'll give you a hug, and go. You can relax properly then."

"No." she said. "I want a hug here. On the bed. With you."

My mouth was suddenly as dry as a desert. The opposite could be said for the tip of my cock, which was pressed against my button fly, and I could feel was leaking. "Behave!" I thought to myself.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't." she said. "

I want you

."

The last was said almost as an aside. I wasn't sure that I'd heard it correctly, so thought I'd ignore it.

"OK," I said, "scoot over."

"Lock the door," she said, and shifted over to the far side of the bed.

I locked the door, and then climbed onto the bed, kicking off my sandals as I did.

She now rolled towards me, and snuggled into my armpit, resting her head on my shoulder. I could smell her hair again - why was this pushing all my buttons? I'd never seen her like this. I kissed the top of her head, and she looked up at me.

"Thank you for looking out for me," she said, "you know I love you, don't you?"

"Love you right back," I said and then felt a twinge of sadness as I saw hurt pass across her face.

Shit! She meant it, and I'd responded too light-heartedly.

"I

do

love you, Sian. I just want to be here for you." I said.

"Thanks, Adam," she said, and snuggled into me.

In five minutes, she began to breathe deeply, and it was obvious she was asleep again.

But...

As she'd rolled towards me, her top had ridden up more, just as mine had done, and now her right breast was pressed skin to skin on my chest.

Nothing between me and her. Just. Her. Breast. Touching. Me.

Inside my jeans-shorts, my dick was throbbing. Every time she breathed in, her nipple pressed into my side, and my penis would twitch in response.

I resolved to lay as still as possible, and just focus on the moment.

After about another five minutes, Sian let out a sigh, and lifted her leg over my waist. She rested it back down on my stomach, and pressed herself more tightly into my side.

I could scarcely breathe - I so didn't want to break the mood.

Then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, Sian began to move her hips back and forth, pressing her crotch into my hip and then relaxing. She still appeared to be asleep, but her mouth was now slightly open, and her breathing had changed to a more ragged pattern.

Her movements became stronger, and her eyes flickered under her eyelids. Fuck me! She was having a sexy dream next to me, and frotting against my hip. My dick was straining against my flies, and I knew I was leaking pre-cum into my jeans.

Now she reached across me with her right arm, and gripped my left hip, so she could pull her crotch harder onto my hipbone. Her movements became more urgent, her breathing more ragged, and a soft blush was spreading across her neck. Each time she moved, her nipple brushed across my chest, and she would lightly gasp.

Was... was she going to cum like this? What was she dreaming about? Would I be able to do anything to help her (or me, for that matter - I was now feeling like I needed to cum myself, or I'd explode).

Suddenly she pulled herself tight against my hip, and snatched a deep gasp. She shuddered once, twice, three times against me, and then relaxed completely.

Fucking hell - she just came on my hip. I wasn't sure, but I thought I could smell a musky aroma, as of a turned-on pussy.

I needed to cum myself, or I'd go mad, but I didn't want to wake her, or she may panic and I'd lose her friendship, never mind the potential of a lover in the future.

She now pulled away from me and rolled back over onto her back. She was still asleep, and her t-shirt had fully ridden up, exposing both of her breasts. It was all l could do not to reach over to play with them, or, even better, roll towards her myself so I could suck on them.

Instead, I decided to console myself with a bit of voyeurism. She'd got hers - the least I could get was some images I could remember later.

I let my gaze travel down her body until it rested on the hidden valley between her legs. I hadn't been wrong. She must have been very turned on in her dream, as the cleft of her legs was wet, showing through her grey trousers. I'd been right in guessing that she wasn't wearing panties, and her juice had leaked through as she "rode" my hip. All I wanted to do was bury my head there and lick her dry!

Still, I must be strong, I thought to myself. She's vulnerable at the moment, so I mustn't read too much into it, never mind take advantage.

I figured if I could doze off it would be a bit easier to cope.

And, that's just what I did, managing to slip into a light sleep for a bit.

I awoke to the feel of a hand stroking my penis through my shorts. A light rubbing, neither too hard or too soft. Not too fast or too slow. Just enough that the hard-on I had drifted off with had now increased to feel like a steel rod.

I opened my eyes slightly. Sian was cuddled up to me again, with her head on my chest, staring down at her right hand playing with my cock under my jeans. I couldn't see her face, but she seemed to be intent on what she was doing. I could hear a light squelching sound, and realised that her other hand must be between her legs.

What the hell was happening? I could understand earlier - she was asleep and dreaming, but she wasn't now. She was openly masturbating whilst stroking my cock.

As I thought that, I felt the tip of her finger creep in through the gap between two of my fly buttons, and make contact with the tip of my penis. She pressed further, slipping her nail inside my foreskin, and slowly rotating it there. Just enough sensation to bring me closer to the orgasm I knew was approaching.

Next to me her hand moved faster in between her legs, the tip of her finger swirled faster around the end of my cock, her breathing became more ragged, her hips started moving against her hand, my leg, my hip...

My orgasm hit me like an express train, and I shot my load over her finger and into my jeans, coating the insides in ropes of cum.

Next to me, Sian stopped and jerked convulsively, as her own orgasm swept through her. Again, and again, she thrust her hips against me, pressing her fingers into her own cunt, and prolonging her orgasm until, exhausted, she fell back against my arm, pulling her finger out from my flies.

She suddenly looked up at me, straight in my eyes, straight in my soul. In her gorgeous lilting Welsh accent she said, "he said I was frigid. What do you think?"

With that, she climbed over me, and stood in the middle of her room with her back to me.

Looking back over her shoulder, she unzipped her trousers and stepped out of them. She was totally naked underneath, and I got my first glimpse of her beautiful backside, as she bent forward to pick her trousers off the floor. For one second, I had a glimpse of her neatly groomed pussy lips, glistening with her juices, as she straightened up.

She now turned to face me, lifted the trousers ups to her face, and took a long sniff at the soaking crotch. "Oh," she said, "it wasn't a dream, then. I think I came on you."

She dropped her trousers, and lifted her hands up, cupping her breasts, before lifting her t-shirt off.

Now she stood before me totally naked. Somehow, she seemed more naked than any woman I had seen before, and I just gaped at her.

"Like what you see?" she asked, that cheeky, salacious grin back on her face.

"Erm, yes?" was all I could say, as I glanced down at my jeans-shorts. A small stain was spreading over the front of them, and I knew that inside my cock would be covered in a mess of cum. That hadn't stopped me getting hard again, and there was a definite bulge there.

"Oh, dear," Sian said, "let me help you there." Saying that, she moved back over to the bed, and bent forward so she could begin to undo the buttons on my flies. As she popped the first one, she grabbed my left hand, and thrust it between her legs, right up against her sopping pussy.

"Do me right, and I'll do you right," she muttered, as she slid along my hand, covering it in her juices.

"Right," I thought, "two can play at this game." I carefully pressed my first three fingers together, and slid them along her pussy lips, squeezing them together, so my middle finger just scraped over the edges. The tip of my finger brushed against the tip of her clit, poking out from between the lips, and I gently pressed it back in. Sian gasped, and renewed her efforts to remove my shorts.

As she undid the last button, I raised my hips so she could slide them off my legs. I was a real mess. Cum was all over the head and shaft, and my foreskin was fully retracted, making my cock look angry and hungry at the same time.

Sian turned round, away from the bed, and bent down to retrieve her t-shirt. Doing so forced her pussy lips apart, and I took the opportunity to slide the tip of my finger into her sopping wet entrance, just for a split second. She gasped, and stopped moving, then turned back, and lovingly set to cleaning the cum from my penis with her t-shirt.

Each stroke of the cotton against my shaft just served to make my erection harder and more painful. I was burning up. I needed to quench the heat, and I knew exactly which oasis I needed to put out the fire. Is that what she wanted too? From what she'd said before, she'd only ever done "fingers and tops", so this was unmapped territory. Here be dragons!

Now she leaned further forward, bending from the waist, and spreading her cheeks apart, giving me an unrivalled view of her pussy. A perfect set of lips around a coral pink centre, with a generous clit poking out from the hood at the front. A steady drip of juice was now flowing from her open hole, and it was opening and closing like it was breathing or hungry.

In this position I could no longer use my hand properly, but I had another option.

I slid my hand out from between her legs, and reached around her waist. I pulled her backwards towards me, and slowly guided her pussy onto my mouth.

Immediately my lips came into contact with hers, she pressed her cunt down on me, and with a sharp intake of breath, began riding my face like a jockey.

I could scarcely breathe, but was glad for the distraction, as she now leaned forward and took the tip of my penis into her mouth.

She swirled her tongue around the head like she was licking an ice-cream. Then, just as I thrust my tongue into her open hole, she let the entirety of my cock into her mouth and throat.

Fuck me, she just deep-throated me! I'd never had that before, only a couple of rather staid blow-jobs, which always felt like they were given as a favour. That wasn't Sian. She made me feel like she really wanted me inside her mouth, and I responded in kind, trying to drive my tongue into her pussy, swallowing her juices, and trying to reach her clit at the same time.

Suddenly she stopped, and pulled away from me. She turned to look at me lying there on the bed in a t-shirt, with pussy-juice all over my face, and cum mixed with saliva all over my rock-hard cock. She seemed to be carrying on an internal conversation, as, almost absent-mindedly, her hand wandered down to her pussy, and began flicking at her clit.

Finally, she seemed to reach a decision, and, nodding to herself, she came closer to the bed.

She looked down at me...

"Promise you won't hurt me, Adam. Promise me you'll love me."

"I... I promise, Sian," I stuttered.

She nodded again, and then leant down to kiss me. I could taste my cum on her lips, and I'm sure she could taster her cum on mine.

She lifted her leg over me, and lowered herself down, so my cock was now resting between her pussy lips.

Again, she looked at me, deep in the eyes.

"I've not done this before, but I think it will be alright with you. I want to do it with you. I want you to be my first. Make love to me. Make me love, Adam."