I was a good girl then
by westcountryboy
All characters in this story are over 18.
When I was at university in the 1970s, I was part of a group of male friends who had known each other since our first year. Now we were at the beginning of our third and final year and we had arranged with the university authorities to rent a ten-person student flat together. This became our base for a range of activities such as playing board games, going to the pub or if the weather was nice picnics (a couple of us had cars), and sharing meals. Everything really or just simply hanging out together.
And there was always a girl or two around our flat including a devastatingly pretty Maltese girl, every inch the classic 1960s dolly bird in miniskirts and white boots, a sweet smile and an innocent look simply screaming 'virgin'. Every man Jack among us, including me, dreamed of being the one to deflower her.
In fact, she was anything but a virgin. Indeed, we soon discovered that she had set herself the target of sleeping with each of the eight of us in the flat who didn't have long-term girlfriends, something which, again including me, we were eagerly looking forward to. In the event though she only got as far as Colin, the third on her list, and easily the nerdiest of us, with whom she fell in love and remained faithful to him for the remainder of the term with the result that the rest of us missed out.
And then there was Teresa. She turned up at our flat uninvited one day shortly after arriving for her first term at university and started hanging out with us.
The first thing I noticed about her was how slim she was. Indeed, some might have thought her thin but I have always liked slim girls and for me her body shape was exciting. She was also quite tall with long legs which emphasised her slimness while there was something lithe about the way she moved or held herself enhanced by the fact that she invariably wore jeans or trousers, I for one never once saw her in a skirt or dress. I'm not even sure that she possessed any. She was also very pretty with medium-length soft brown hair from time to time causing her to toss her head from time to time to get it out of her eyes, eyes which with their long silky eyelashes were perhaps the most beautiful I had ever seen.
The whole effect together with her gentle, rather enigmatic smile, was to make her extremely desirable and all the guys in our circle were desperate to get into her knickers.
From time to time a couple of the braver ones might put their arm around her shoulders or her waist and, although she wouldn't resist immediately, after a moment or two she would gently remove the said arm indicating that it wasn't permitted.
One particularly brave, but commendably honest, soul simply asked her straight out in the bar one evening if she would have sex with him. Her response was simply a polite "No, but thank you for asking."
After a few such failed attempts we came to the conclusion that Teresa was a virgin, something which, while not unknown among first-year university students, was decidedly unusual. And those who were virgins on arrival were typically anxious to lose that status at the earliest opportunity anyway.
Except Teresa. And in time we came to accept that.
The year passed reasonably uneventfully. The Maltese girl moved on to pastures new -- I never did get my turn with her -- but Teresa hung around with us right up to the end of our final term. One or two of us had occasionally tried it on with her again but there was still nothing doing. She remained unsullied to the end and we simply had to graduate mildly disappointed that none of us had been able to enjoy her favours before we left university for the last time.
Four or five years passed. I was now 26 and employed by a big electronics firm in the north of England. I had recently been promoted and had been chosen to represent the company at a high-powered conference in London. The company paid my travel and other expenses including several nights at an upmarket hotel in a nice part of west London. The conference finished late one afternoon and I returned to the hotel for one more night before taking a train back to the north the following day. Once in my room, I emptied my briefcase of the various unwanted papers and documents from the conference. I changed into a casual jacket and trousers, and having nothing else to do, decided to go to the hotel bar for a drink before dinner in the restaurant.
I recognised her instantly.
Teresa.
And she recognised me too.
Standing up to greet me from the armchair where she had been sitting, I half expected us to hug me or at least exchange air kisses, but she kept a discreet distance between us. That said, she was clearly delighted to see me and we chatted happily for some minutes.
It was immediately apparent that she had gone up in the world. In place of the student attire that I had been used to seeing her in at university, now she was wearing a smart tailored trouser suit. Not only that, but she had a pair of elegant but understated diamond earrings and subtle makeup with a hint of expensive perfume. Otherwise though, she was every bit the Teresa I remembered, tall, slim, long-legged with the same pretty face and hair, and of course her slightly amused but still unfathomable smile.
And I fancied her as much as I had ever done.
I invited her for a drink at the bar where we settled ourselves to talk about old times and what we had been doing since. She was, she said, working in the hospitality business while I told her about my work and about the conference explaining that now it had finished, I was at a loose end. "So am I as it happens," she said. "I was to meet a client here this evening but he'd just telephoned to say he can't make it. I was just about to go home when you turned up."
"In that case," I said, "if we're both free for the evening, why don't we have dinner together? No charge. It will be my treat."
"Thank you. I'd like that," she accepted gracefully.
Throughout the meal I was acutely conscious of her closeness and several times was tempted to touch her either on her arm or perhaps her hand, but at the same time I felt inhibited from doing so. Although she was friendly and warm, she seemed always careful to keep a respectable distance from me just as she had always done when we were at university. Once again, I just had to accept that she wasn't interested in any sort of physical contact let alone a sexual relationship.
So, we talked about what we had done since we last met. I told her about my job and my live-in girlfriend. She told me that she was in hospitality, although she was perhaps a bit vague about that, and about her recent holiday with her sister in the south of France. She did tell me though that she was unmarried. "I haven't found the right man yet."
